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jewbeloved · 1 year

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Craig, Damien, Tweek, Kyle and Stan x Genderfluid Y/N? (All separate)

Craig, Damien, Tweek, Kyle, and Stan with genderfluid s/o👦👩🧑💖💖

I hope this is accurate, I kinda forgot a little about genderfluid people so I'm sorry if I made any mistakes.

Warnings: None

Gender: (Over time)

💙 Craig Tucker 🫧

Bro. you can be a worm, a plane, a shooting star or whatever and Craig would still not care. He only cares for your personality.

When you came out to him that you're genderfluid he would be right on to supporting you to the maximum!

Immediately asks you what your pronouns are and goes to buy you a pin that has the pronouns that you want to go by.

You showing up to school in new clothes or appearances? doesn't matter to Craig he will always support your decision on whatever you do. It's your life, your body, and your feelings. Nobody is allowed to control that and he will make sure of that.

Kindly and gently will flip off the people who are offensive to you about genderfluid. Because um? them people are literally jealous of you and don't have anything else to do with their lives other than be straight up dickheads to folks like you.

You can count on Craig to be your number 1 supporter and that will never change💙💙💙

❤️ Damien Thorn 🔥

You would have to explain to him what that means. This boy literally lives in hell with his father most of the time, don't make fun of him for that 😭

He is not that good at supporting people so he will try his best to support you however he can.

Anyone...and I meant ANYONE who makes fun of you for being gender fluid is going to get the smoke. Damien will not tolerate any hateful stuff towards his s/o!

But anyways, he literally doesn't mind the fact that you suddenly are a girl and then the next day you're a boy and whatnot.

He also doesn't care if you show up in any clothing or other appearances. He might be living in hell for most of his time, but he will always support you no matter what. He loves that you are being yourself and you don't change who you are for others.

If you're insecure about something, you can talk to him! He's all for ears, he will patiently listen to everything you say or do.

Sweet boyfriend <3❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

💛 Tweek Tweak ☕

Similar to Craig, he would also be supportive of you as well. He asks you for your pronouns since he's afraid of calling you by the wrong ones and then you get mad at him for it.

You'll have to reassure him that he didn't do anything wrong If he does accidentally call you by the wrong pronouns.

Anyways, He would be really happy to see how proud you are for coming out to him about being gender fluid.

If you want to show out your pride by wearing pins or t-shirts, he will absolutely buy them for you! He just wants to be by your side and support with how every he can🥺

Can and will throw his coffee "accidentally" on the person who makes fun of you for being gender fluid. Mark his words.

But he would be pretty surprised and nervous if he saw you beating the shit out of someone who was being mean to you in the first place.

You've got another supporting boyfriend right here! <3 💛💛💛💛💛💛

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🍀

He probably didn't know what genderfluid means when you came out to him about it. He probably looked it up immediately before he says anything else towards you 😭

He didn't know alright? You would've looked something up if you didn't know what it means 😭😭😭

But putting all of that to the side, He would be happy that you were comfortable enough to tell him about this.

If he messes up your pronouns the first time this boy will apologize nonstop. Please don't be mad reader, he didn't know!

Just reassure him and tell him your correct pronouns and he will be a happy jew :3

Had a rough day because of some turd bullying you for being genderfluid? You can count on Kyle to take care of that buttwipe.

You both will spend the whole day cuddling and kissing if you're still in a bad mood though❤️💚💚💚

💙 Stan Marsh ❄️

Even if he also did his research about genderfluid people he kinda still wouldn't get it so he'll probably have to ask you what it means.

Unlike Kyle, he'll probably accidentally mess up your pronouns If you haven't already told him the pronouns you used.

How was he supposed to know if you don't tell him the pronouns you use reader???? 😭😭

He didn't exactly realize it until you brought it up to him and boy he will also be apologizing nonstop until you shut him up with a kiss and head pats before you tell him your right pronouns so he can remember them this time.

He still felt guilty for messing up your pronouns the whole time, but he is glad you weren't mad at him for that since it wasn't exactly his fault that he didn't know what pronouns you even used in the first place.

You'll probably be kissing and cuddling him for a while if you want this boy to stop being guilty for messing up your pronouns.

Anyways, He'll be really supportive of you! He will buy you certain clothing, pins, or whatever you want If you're feeling the need for some support about genderfluid.

Just don't tell Randy that his son stole his credit card to buy you those stuff :) 💙💙💙💙💙

Cutely waits in the corner for another south park episode to come out....

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1lovesickfangirl1 · 2 months

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if you turned into a worm, how would each incubus take care of you?

James would read books and research online to make sure he cares for you properly. He doesn’t want to hurt you. He places you in his flower garden so you lay in the warm, wet soil.

Erik pats your head and might give you a little kiss. He’s not able to see your flustered expression, but he knows you love his affection. He’ll gently place you on his piano so you can feel the vibrations as he plays. He’ll try to make you little worm clothes too!

Sam is extremely confused on how you turned into a worm. He asks James to help turn you back, but time passes and he accepts your wormy fate. He doesn’t want to leave your side, a bit worried that you’ll get eaten or stepped on, so he puts you on his shoulder. He tells you about how annoying Matthew is being and lets you join in on his tai chi.

Matthew gushes over how you’re the cutest worm! You may not be able to play video games or cook with him anymore, but he’ll put you in his pocket so you can still be involved in your favorite hobbies.

Damien understands the isolation you feel being turned into a worm. He places you in a terrarium next to his bed, gives you veggies throughout the day, and reads you stories every night.

#seduce me the otome #seduce me the demon war #seduce me damien #seduce me sam #seduce me james #seduce me erik #seduce me matthew

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theladyofshalott1989 · 1 month

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Which character should I choose to ask you about for the character game?.. Hmm, I don’t even know… Let me think… SEBASTIAN please! :D

DIANA!!! MY GLORIOUS MOOT (may I call you Diana???), THANK YOU. AHHHHHHHHHHH. (...I'm just a little bit excited. Can you tell? XD)

1. How I feel about this character

Hmmm, well... so, it's complicated. I obviously adore Sebastian, that's a given, but I will say that it took me a while to get past his attitude during my first playthrough because I felt like I was watching teenage me self-combust. In retrospect, that's probably why I wrote my series (and from his POV) because the ending of his storyline felt like a punch to the gut, and I needed to freaking FIX IT.

Besides that whole can of worms, when I can separate the character from teenage me, I think he's the most fleshed out character in the game. He's so well-written and his backstory is so tragic. And the SNARK (especially with Ominis)! I just go absolutely feral over it.

2. All the people I ship romantically with this character

Besides shipping him with my OC, Damien, I ship him with @heyitszev's Charlie (from his series To be Loved is to be Changed). <- READ IT FOLKS. GOOD SOUP!!! I actually ship him with most M!MCs to be honest with you. LMAO. But I do have a hard time reading really dark Sebastian. I like him with a bit of spice, so to speak (not too hot, not too cold vibes), I suppose.

3. My non-romantic OTP for this character

Ominis. I don't know why, but I can't get into Sebinis. I WANT TO LIKE IT SO BAD. (I actually see the dynamic between my husband and me as Ominis/Sebastian, so you'd think I'd like it, but alas.) They are just best buds in my brain. Their personalities are very different, but sometimes that just works, you know? They complement each other in a platonic way. Most importantly, Ominis gets exasperated with Sebastian's antics a lot, but he will always forgive him in due time.

4. My unpopular opinion about this character

I'm actually not sure if this is unpopular, per se, but I'm not into Dark Sebastian, unless he's in "protecc"-mode. It seems unrealistic to me. If MC doesn't send him to Azkaban and MC, Ominis, and Anne are there for him and eventually forgive him (which is what happens in my head canon), I don't think he's physically capable of becoming a Dark Wizard. The events of Hogwarts: Legacy happen when he is 15/16, after all. He is still so young. Teenagers make mistakes. (AND YES, I do realize he made a more egregious mistake than most teenagers... but the point still stands, at least IMO.)

5. One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Two things. I wish we could have given Sebastian some semblance of happiness at the end of the game. A hug would have been a good start. LMAO. But SECONDLY! I wish he didn't freaking ignore us after everything! I'M SO BITTER ABOUT THIS. Avalanche, please change this in the summer update. Pretty please????

#so... i didn't write as much as i thought i would but ta-da!#thank youuuuuuuuuu #ask game #you asked i answered #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy head canon

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intolerable-sushi · 3 months

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What once was

I finally finished the angst(?) Dark x reader story. I'm not a hundred percent sure if this actually counts as angst, so please let me know. And let me know if these types of stories are something you guys would like more of!! This story is super short by the way.

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The road to vengeance was paved in blood and sweat. It was a path Dark had no trouble taking. Friendships and bonds were not something he saw value in so using people to get his way was a very casual thing for him. The only thing he truly wanted at the end of the day was to bestow the same suffering onto Mark as he did to everyone around him. However, despite his best efforts to focus on the task at hand, things continued to plague his mind. Someone from the past who continued to haunt him no matter how hard he tried to forget.

The attorney. His attorney. Damiens's attorney.

The person who had been at his side for years. The person who trusted him with their life, and didn’t doubt him for a second. The person that Damien had grown to love only for Dark to cast them aside. Despite his lack of emotions, Dark couldn’t help the feelings of regret and guilt he felt every time they invaded his mind.

He told himself that leaving them in the mirror was for the best. That leaving them there would keep them safe from Mark, but he knew that that was a lie. They could have easily shared the body together, and maybe even worked together to stop Mark, but he was a selfish creature by nature. He hadn’t wanted to share the body with them, and ultimately they would have been nothing more than a hindrance, so he left them there. Cast them aside with no hesitation. He had been surprised the first time he recognized them. He was even more surprised and infuriated when he saw them with Mark. That bastard had somehow managed to worm his way into their lives again, but something seemed different.

The two of them were constantly going on adventures in Mark’s van, and they were….. They were smiling. They looked like they were truly happy and having a good time. The sight boiled his blood. How dare they give HIM that smile. Don’t they remember all the death and misery he’s caused. He could barely keep himself intact at the thought. As much as he wanted to make his presents known to the two of them, Dark decided to wait for the proper time to reacquaint himself with his old friend.

He didn’t get an opportunity until they were sleeping alone in the van one night. He materialized beside them and watched them sleep. They were just as breathtaking as he remembered. Despite years having passed since that night, despite everything they were still themselves. Out of everyone there that night, they changed the least. Dark’s observational time was interrupted as their eyes snapped open.

“No………No…. No. nononononononononono!” The sat-up straight and backed up into the back door of the van. Their eyes were wide and filled with fear. They began to hyperventilate as they stared at Dark.

“It is alright I’m not here to hurt you. I would like to talk-”

“ GET OUT!” It was Dark’s turn to stare wide eyed. “ I remember you! I remember what you did to me! You left me there for years!! Do you have any idea what it was like? To be slowly consumed by a being as old as time, to be constantly cold and alone with not even your screams to accompany as they are swallowed by the void. I don’t even remember how I got out. I only remember clawing my way out of that fucking house And you have the fucking adacity to come here to me wanting to talk!?” They had started their rant screaming and ended it sobbing. Dark could only stare at them. Despite everything, even now, he held back feelings.

“ I did what I thought was best. I had to keep you away from HIM! He would have used you against-”

“Are you talking about Mark? He was there for me unlike you! He let me stay here! We make videos together and he acts like an actual friend!!” They cut him off.

Dark could feel his form beginning to break as he listened to them defend him. “And it's just that, an act!! He doesn’t actually care about you!! He’s just using you!!”

“At least he cares enough to pretend!! At least he cares to take care of me! Where were you when I was alone in a world that has changed so much!! I can barely remember what it used to be like, but I remember that you used to be my friend. Why, why did you do this?” They stared at Dark with tear stained cheeks, eyes begging for an answer. An answer that he could never give them. He could only stare at them expressionless. The two stared at each other for a moment longer before Dark vanished. This had been a foolish endeavor. He should have known better. Once he materialized again in a random field he let everything go.

Every emotion he had came flooding out, the guilt, the shame, the love, the rage, everything. His form splintered and broke in a way it never had before, he felt like he was back in the house again. But he deserved this. The suffering they had gone through had been his fault. The hate they had for him was justified. He had pushed them towards the man who orchestrated the suffering of everyone around him. It was at that moment, in his agony, that Dark realized that he had truly become the villain that Mark had designated him to be. He had hurt someone who was not only truly innocent in this whole situation, but someone that Dark had truly cared about. Dark’s form continued to break and tear through the night as his mind returned to the love that had been, a world long gone, and a man he once was.

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years

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hello, since requests are open, do you mind if i request a tickle fight with damien & anya? feel free to ignore if you don’t want to! thanks ^^

Awww! I love these two so much! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

CW: swearing. The idea of Anya doing it makes me laugh, so here we are :D

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@thatbigbisexual29, @dirtpie39, @duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022, @cupcake-spice13

“What are you staring at, Uggo?” Daimen spat with a glare, cheeks tinting pink when he noticed Anya’s look. “Can’t you look somewhere else?”

“You're a big jerk. Why are you always grumpy?” Anya asked, tilting her head curiously. “I said I was sorry.”

“And I told you I’ll never forgive you! So forget it!” Daimen glared down at his book, trying to get back into the pages. “Focus on your own work instead of me!”

“....Tch.” Anya made a face, pushing aside her own book and leaning onto the table, her eyes still on her classmate. “No, it’s boring. It’s not Spy Wars, so I don’t care about it.”

“That spy show?” Daimen asked before he could help himself. “I-I mean; cartoons are for babies! Who cares?”

‘So is sleeping with plushies’ Anya wanted to retort, but that probably would have ended in questions she didn’t want to- or really couldn’t answer. Instead she smiled her classic smirk. “Heh, you wouldn’t get it anyway.”

“Get what?” Damien glared.

“The show. It’s way too advanced for you.” Anya reached out and poked his arm. “Only really smart kids can understand Spy Wars.”

“....You do realize you’re the lowest graded kid in our class, right?” Damien blinked at her owlishly, earning a “Gak!” and a look of shock from the other. “Are you even sure you get it?”

“O-Of course I get it! It’s my favorite show!” Anya nodded, sitting up with a puff of her cheeks. “I know all the episodes by heart!”

“Really? Alright.” Damien pushed his book aside and turned to her, crossing his arms in front of him. Perhaps he could take a small break. “Who’s the main character?”

“Bondman! And he has a pistol with a silencer!” Anya swelled with pride.

“Okay, what about his love interest?”

“His what?” Anya blinked.

“His love- ugh. The lady he saved in Episode 6!”

“Princess Honey! Wait, they’re in love?” Anya would have to ask Mama and Papa about that.

“Of course she is! Why else would he save her stomach warmer from the League of Evil?” Damien rolled his eyes. “For your favorite show, you sure miss alot.”

Anya was quiet, suddenly staring at him. “W-What?” He grunted, squirming under her stare.

“You’re a Spy Wars fan?” She asked.

Damien blanched. He gave out too much information! “N-No! I just…it was-”

“You like Spy Wars!” Anya practically lit up, clapping her hands. Damien tried to pretend the action was annoying. “I like Bondman- he’s my favorite! What about you? Who’s your favorite character? I bet it’s Princess Honey- she’s got those big-”

“Shut up! I don’t like Spy Wars!” Damien cut her off, face red and fist clenched. “I already told you! It was…” He hadn’t told her anything.

“You don’t have to hide it, Sy-son. It’s a good show!” Anya grinned, poking him again, this time in the belly. “Sy-son likes Spy Wars, Sy-son likes Spy Wars!”

“St-stahhhahap that! You uhuhuhuhgo!” Damien doubled over at each poke, a reluctant smile pulling on his lips as Anya carried on her game, dancing around his chair and jabbing him in every direction possible. “Ghehehhehehet ohohohoohohff!”

“No way! Sy-son likes Spy Wars!” Anya cheered. Finally! Something they could be friends over! “I can’t wait to tell Papa!”

“Oh hehehhehell nohohooho! Yohohohou’re not tehehehelling ANYONE!” With a sudden burst of strength, he grabbed Anya and yanked her over, pressing her into his chest as his fingers wormed along her sides, making her squeal. “That is a secret, you hear me! A secret!”

“Ahehahhahahahhhaha! Nohohooohoho! Wahhahahhahahhait!” Anya giggled helplessly, squirming this way and that as he dug into her ribs. “Dohohoohoohhn’t tihihihihickle mehehehehehe!”

“You started it; I’m just returning the favor.” Damien retorted, his voice soft compared to earlier. “Man, even your laugh is ugly.” It really wasn’t- if anything her shrilly laughter were like the strings of a Violin, playing him a song that eased his heart in ways he didn’t want to admit.

“Yoohohohohohohu lihihihihihihiihiar! Yohoohohohou’re fuhuhuhuhuuhhll of shihihihihiiht!” Anya declared, twisting around and grabbing his sides once more, making him yelp. “Tahhahahahke thahahahhaahat!”

“Gah! No!” Damien curled in on himself, jerking to the left when she gave his upper ribs a poke. The chair he was previously sitting in toppled over, sending him into the library ground.

Anya was undeterred, following him down and carrying on her tickles.

“Yohohoohohohhur mehhhehehhehrecilehehehehehehess!” Damien laughed through the pain, arching when she found a bad spot along his hip.

“What’s that?” Anya asked, still tickling.

“Thihihihiihihis!” Damien reached back out and yanked her down, going for her own ribs and earning those shrieks of laughter once more. It wasn’t long before they were having a full blown tickle fight right then and there.

“Dahahhahahhamn yohoohoohohohu, Uuuhuhuuhuhuhgo!

“Ehehhehehahhahahahhat shiihihiihihiiht!”

“Grohoohohohohoss!” He couldn’t tell whether he was laughing at the tickling or her vulgar mouth; either way it was funny seeing how red she was.

Before long their game came to an end, both kids lying side by side as they gasped for air, faces flushed and hair mused. “Hehe…hehehe…Ahahnya wins.” The pink haired girl nodded, earning an eyeroll.

“Shuhuhut up.” Damien turned to lie on his back, watching the world clear up past his misty eyes. “I let you win.”

“Nu uh- I definitely won on my own.”

“Sure uggo.”

Anya huffed before turning on her own back, expression curious. “Why don’t you want to say you like Spy Wars?”

Because it’s childish. Because Father would never approve of it. Because I need to be perfect to gain his attention.

“It’s complicated.” He offered instead. Anya was polite enough not to push. Instead she tapped her hands against her belly, staring into the large ceiling with him.

“If you ever wanna talk about it, I’ll listen.” She offered. ‘It’ wasn’t clear, but the effect still made something in Damien’s chest loosen.

“Maybe someday.” He offered, earning a smile. Then….”Bondman.”

“Hm?” Anya looked over, confused.

“My favorite character is Bondman. He’s…kinda cool.” Damien’s cheeks flushed, but he still made himself look at her, meeting those glowing green eyes. “I like how brave he is.”

“Me too! He’s got so many cool gadgets! And he always saves the day, no matter how bad things get!” Anya nodded, beaming now. “And his comrades…”

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Friendship Scheme Percentage Level: 20%

I hope this was good!

#spy x family #anya forger #damien desmond #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #spy wars #tw: swearing #I love writing for these two so much ajejkajrekjlrjkaejkr #This was so fun ahhhh!

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autisticempathydaemon · 1 year

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I've never done something like this but wanted to give it a go!

-Fixated on Live Cinema by Ellie Williams. The last section of the song starting at "Oh the time stops / I look at you" to the end hits me hard, but especially the last few lines. "I've seen movies / I've watched cartoons / But / We've got an alternate ending"

-Enneagram Type 2

-I am quite the fan, yes~! I really loved Izzyzzz's Dark Pokémon Iceberg videos. I'm still a Pokémon novice so getting all this niche lore was fascinating

-I didn't have one </3

-Either ASMR Roleplay playing or simply thinking about my characters until I pass out /lh

-The full version of my chosen name stems from a character I related to prior to realizing I was autistic. I didn't understand that that was why I was connecting to him, but the character was what I needed at the time. The nickname from it is short and sweet and it's also fun watching people try to guess what it's short for

-Honestly, what I consider the three "Huxley/Damien" videos. The confession, them telling the rest of the DAMN squad, and the solstice video. They're easily one of my favorite pairings and seeing their relationship is just something that fucks me up every time /pos

-I hate to say it but I think I gotta go with Marcus. No shade but at most, I appreciate his contribution to Project Meridian's plot but nothing more </3 /lh

-Probably The Truman Show. Random as fuck, I know, but I watched it religiously for like a month to fall asleep a few years ago. (Or for something a little more recent, maybe Don't Hug Me I'm Scared?)

-Camelopardalis!

-Either my own characters or Redacted 95% of the time. The other 5% is stream of consciousness bullshiting /lh

-Gummy worms, chili cheese Fritos, and a fruit flavored soda of some kind

-Either my Romantic Mix or Moody Mix made by Spotify

-Probably Homestuck or Beastars. I'm not really embarrassed of either at this point because of how much I enjoy them, but people tend to react weird when I tell them I'm a genuine fan so /lh

-Uuuuuuuh my love language is quality time, I've attempted to learn 17 languages with varying degress of success, and Achilles Come Down is my favorite song of all time

I'm really interested in who you'll pair me with because I've got a few top picks! (Also love the energy you bring to this fandom <3 /pos)

Everything about you kind of screams Romantic™️. It’s not just the playlists you listen to but also being a Quality Time kind of person and being a Type 2. It also screams Perfect for David™️.

First things first, we love A4A (Autistic 4 Autistic), and the headcanon that David is autistic means the world to me. Parallel play with him would be fantastic- peace, calm, and David shifted because I can’t imagine there’s a better weighted blanket in the world than a werewolf.

I also think David would be the perfect person to infodump to (if you do that). He’d be a grump at first, like, “who the fuck is Red Guy, and why do we care so much about his fuckin dad”, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t watch every episode and every theory video with you. He hums “The Creativity Song” while doing chores because you legitimately got it in his head and because he likes the way you light up when he engages with your interests.

Song:

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times/ It's you, it's you, you make me sing/ You're every line, you're every word, you're everything

This song is cheesy and sappy as all get out, and David has held you in the kitchen and danced as it played. (You have it on video, and David has sworn to make rue the day you ever share it /lh)

Runner-Ups:

So I also really liked Sam and Avior for you for different, respective reasons. I think Sam is a big romantic; like David, he just hides it. I get this curious, thoughtful vibe from you that I think Avior would really get along with. In the end, the autism won, and that’s how we celebrate autism acceptance month /pos

Note: I can’t wait to watch a dark Pokémon lore video I love icebergs explained! Jokes on all of you this was a long convoluted way to get video essay recs /j

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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missameliep · 2 years

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🤰 Parenting

Damien x Olivia Park

Thanks for the ask, my dear! ❤️

I haven't realized how much I've missed writing for this pairing. I hope you enjoy it!

Leaning back on the armchair, Olivia’s eyes rest on Damien over the rim of the mug and she can’t help but smile at the sight of him holding their newborn baby. Never in her life she thought her heart could overflow with this much joy and love, yet her love seems to multiply daily, and her only desire is to drink in the perfection of this moment.

Amalia’s head, a mess of black hair, leaned up on his shoulder, he swayed gently from side to side in a little dance around the quiet living room. This time, there were no tears welling up in his eyes like the first dozens of times he held her in the hospital, which totally ruined his cool and mysterious vibe – not that Olivia still bought that act after all the years they’ve known each other, but she made sure to tell him that and for once there was no quick-witted comeback –, only that soft and affectionate smile, still a little dazzled by this tiny creature that somehow looks like neither of them but has so much of them both, Damien’s eyes and chin, her nose and hair, but the toothless smile is exclusively Amalia’s.

The years have made him soft, he said once. Olivia knows the truth: he’s always been soft in the inside.

Now this kindhearted man has become an amazing father, being present in every moment since those two blue lines appeared on that stick. While she was happy, but terrified, laughing and crying at the same time, everything suddenly becoming so real and overwhelming, his touch and words grounded her.

"You made me the happiest man alive," he said then and picked her up and swiveled with such giddiness that for a second she thought it was impossible for them to ever be any happier than in that moment, yet here they are: even happier. Despite the exhaustion and sleepless nights, they are fortunate and the happiest they have ever been. Any smile of her makes it all worth it, and the way she grabbed their fingers with her tiny hand just steals their breaths away.

Olivia is not an overthinker, on the contrary, but her mind works in mysterious ways these days and she can already envision him and Amalia bonding over the years, Damien recording her first steps, singing in her first birthday, crying on her first day of kindergarten if she doesn’t look back at him before going inside – though, no matter what she says, to be honest, they’ll both cry if she decides to be too independent too soon – and all those little moments that will follow, like teaching her to play soccer or braiding her hair or walking her to school. She can also envision Amalia with a sibling, Damien holding them both in his arms, maybe a little boy, maybe more girls… they always talked about having a big family and he is already used to being bossed around by a bunch of loud girls. He’d thrive being the father of two or three girls, maybe they will need a bigger apartment soon or perhaps a house of their own. The idea of a house has been worming its way into her mind lately. They could get a dog and have a spare room to have guests over. They could host barbecues in the yard, and Nadia would paint the kids’ faces and teach them to skate; Steve could prepare delicious sweets; Sloane could help braid Amalia’s hair and teach her about the constellations; and Hayden could bring Dipper and they could all play games.

Thinking about this, she’s so proud that they took that first step years ago, fighting fear and awkwardness to bring to light the love they tried to hide for too long.

From across the room, Damien meets her eyes. He tries to read her expression behind the steam raising from the mug and mouths a silent “What?” to not disturb the baby yawning against his shoulder.

“I love you,” she mouths back at him, and he beams. Despite the dark circle under his eyes, his whole face glows.

“I love you too,” he whispers, and kisses the top of Amalia’s head.

The future doesn’t scare her, because she knows Damien will always be by her side and they can accomplish anything together. Being a family is no longer a dream, and she will cherish like a treasure Amalia and all the babies they might still have.

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#ask box!#choices headcanons #playchoices #damien nazario x mc #damien nazario #perfect match fanfic #choices fanfic #parenting #parenting hc #otp: damien x olivia #damien x olivia hc

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wroteonedad · 1 year

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Movies My Dad Would Like

I am writing this as if it isn't still a good two weeks until it's even Father's Day, but I have compiled a list of movies I think my dad would enjoy. Last week when I was home, I forced him into watching Into The Spiderverse and then showed him the trailer for Uncut Gems (we didn't have time to watch it after our movie marathon though). He really liked the Spiderverse one and he seemed to find the trailer for Uncut Gems interesting enough so it only makes sense to compile an entire list of films I think he might enjoy, right? Right? Also I am feeling extra erratic as I write this post because I am currently on the phone waiting for HMRC to answer so I can finally fix my messed up tax code. I love England.

To add to that note of HMRC I have been on hold for 20 minutes already and I dread to think the size of the phone bill I'm going to receive, but my tax code will be fixed and my brain can stop going brrrrr... Let's discuss movies.

Whiplash (2014) directed by Damien Chazelle

This film is about a dude who goes to a music school and is quickly noticed by scary bald jazz enthusiast Fletcher who recruits Andrew onto his team. This team is the prestigious lot, incredibly gifted at what they do, but this gift is brought to the extreme over the way in which Fletcher teaches them. The relationship is abusive and the lengths of punishment that Fletcher would go to in order to have every student sound perfect all the time,,, well it's terrifying. He scares me through the little screen.

It's a proper bloke film. There is a lot of action, but not really in the conventional guns bang bang bang way. Andrew bangs his drums until he physically cannot anymore, he endures a concussion and still shows up to rehearsal. It is the ultimate indie drama movie for every bloke and I think my dad would enjoy it because it is not slow burning and you grow to hate every single character in this universe.

Tag (2018) directed by Jeff Tomsic

The ultimate man film about friendship, truly. This film is all about 5 friends who compete one month per year for a big game of tag. Run into work, at your mates wedding, you name it, you're getting tagged. Except in this movie one of the friends is getting married and he is the only person who hasn't been tagged ever.

The cast for this film include Jon Hamm, Jeremy Renner and Jake Johnson which is the holy trinity for any dad casted line up really. Though when I watched it, I was especially excited for Hannibal Buress being in it, love that guy.

Mid 90s (2018) directed by Jonah Hill

This film follows the life of 13 year old Stevie trying to find the community and lifestyle that he thinks he belongs to. He finds this through the downtown skateboarding community. His mother isn't very attentive to his life and his brother is as the movie synopsis pretty much puts it, a big fat bully. This is visually very pleasing, but I don't think the film is as deep as it was trying to be.

As the film is directed by Jonah Hill, it is the perfect example for a dad movie to enjoy.

Dune (1984) directed by David Lynch

Not the Dune that's just come out, the original one where the budget ran out towards the end of the movie and things start to look crazy to the point you can see the literal green screen clear as day.

It's literally just an action movie about a man in a different universe finding and looking after the rare spice without an entire war breaking out. But the David Lynch version is incredibly goofy, for example Leto is a fun little worm man. I added this version specifically to the list as I've been trying to get my dad to finish watching Twin Peaks and I think this adds to the multiverse of madness.

Boiling Point (2021) directed by Philip Barantini

I want you to imagine Hells Kitchen, but if everyone was British and it was being aired on Channel 4. It follows the story of a head chef who has to deal with many personal problems as well as the balance of professional crisis, especially when the man he owes money to drops in at the end as the restaurant is on flames (metaphorically). A slow burning, but beautifully dramatic piece.

Pearl (2022) directed by Ti West

Pearl is the prequal to X (2022), but it still feels important to watch X before delving into Pearl. Pearl is living on her isolated farm with her family where she has to overcome fears, concentrate on relationships and also figure out how to become one of the most famous people in the world. All while the influenza is spreading and the war is raging. Her dad has to be extra cautious with this as him catching it could kill him.

The whole movie becomes an ironic downfall into how Pearl loses her marbles and becomes a mass murderer instead of the dancer she so badly wanted to be.

Battle Royale (2000) directed by Kinji Fukasaku

If I had to explain this movie in simple terms for my dad, this is the original Hunger Games. This is the movie adaption of Fortnite. But it's a lot better than that because you can't beat the original.

The film revolves around a futuristic land where the Japanese government forced a ninth grade class to travel to an island on a class trip where they are forced to kill each other until there is a crowned winner. Each student receives a package containing a map and a weapon of some form, some better than others and they are left to fend for themselves, receiving announcements at set times every day by their teacher to tell them who has died and which spots of the island to avoid at specific times.

Dad if you watch this movie, I found a dubbed version for you on Amazon.

You Don't Mess With The Zohan (2008) directed by Dennis Dugan

They stopped making comedy movies like this shortly after this film dropped. This film is awful actually, but has the type of irony to it that makes it sort of funny in places.

Zohan is a terrorist. He stages his own death so he can travel to New York so he can pursue his lifelong dream to be a hairdresser. That's it, that's the movie. It's dumb, there are many points of the film that feel like they've aged like a sour milk, but it still maintains some level of dad humour that just makes sense.

At the end of this post I just wanted to add an extra note about me being on the phone to HMRC when I started writing this post up yesterday. It is all fixed, I'm getting a nice rebate. Cheers

#writing #movies #movie review #whiplash #tag #mid 90s #dune #boiling point #pearl #battle royale #you don't mess with the zohan

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party-gilmore · 3 years

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@onyxbird thanks to you I can't stop thinking about actualselkie!Eliot (or even just... not actually selkie but using selkie mythos as a metaphor for it all) and how. how probably.

Moreau has his sealskin.

Tricked Eliot, not into leading him to it, but into actually handing it over. Willingly. Or. Or what he thought was willingly, at the time. Didn't see the machinations around it. The grooming, the manipulation, the priming of his emotions and careful cultivation of his devotion.

The neuro-linguistic programming of it all.

He still isn't even sure whether he actually wanted Moreau to have it, if he actually loved him meant it, or if the whole thing was just clever calculation - what buttons can I press to make Eliot give me everything, and think it was his own idea? - his time later, with Nate, seeing what one man could make others believe, make them do, completely unaware of the puppeteer pulling on their strings... it only bolsters that fear of it never really having been his choice in the first place.

And how when Eliot ran, there was no avoiding the fact, that he knew Moreau was letting him go. Because he would never have survived it otherwise.

And then.

Then the Big Bang Job happens. The warehouse happens. He bares his true teeth for the first time in a long time, and it's against the man that still owns a part of him he can never get back.

...thinks he can never back.

Because they return to San Lorenzo and they take down Moreai before he really even has a chance to perceive the full threat. Before he has a chance to act. And Eliot has still given up ever seeing himself belong to someone fully in the way the illusion Damien had fed him felt like, but at least it wasn't in Moreau's hands anymore.

It was lost, stashed, somewhere amongst all the other trinkets and baubles and trophies the man had shut away in boxes and caches and safes in the dark corners of his sprawling plaza once they were no longer of any worth to his name - no longer caring for their value, but wanting to make sure no one else could reach them. Securing them with the best systems money could by. Moreau may be put solidly away, but the vaults remain. Eliot's sealskin may be lost to him, but it won't be falling into anyone else's hands either.

Except.

Except he's running with some different people now.

Like a hacker. And a thief.

And Parker? Parker wants souvenirs. So Hardison indulges her. And the night before they leave San Lorenzo the two of them worm through chinks in the armor, slip past defenses, sneak into the heart of it all, and there they find... something that Parker doesn't really know much about.

It's not her usual type of score. She's not really even sure what it is. But what she does know? Is that it feels good, feels right to take it. One of those kind of things that she didn't even know she'd want until she laid eyes on it, reached out and touched it, but from that moment on the certainty of needing it is crystal clear. She looks over and gauges Hardison's reaction too - he seems a little more sure about it, a little more aware of what this might be, but the fascination and Want in his eyes is just the same.

So, they steal it.

#leverage #eliot spencer #Moreau's mindfuckery #leverage ot3 #leverage au

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inkribbon796 · 3 years

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What a Beautiful Wedding Ch. 5: For the Dancing and the Dreaming

Summary: Dark and his family try and get out of their little reality bubble.

A/N: I should have had this out yesterday, but someone *glares at Chase* were being difficult.

Title comes from the song “For the Dancing and the Dreaming” from How to Train your Dragon 2.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

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Channel 2

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The instant Dark mentally came back to himself he pulled everyone back into the Manor. But he also found that Anti and Henrik were within the same bubble as well and grabbed them as well.

The instant he started explaining things everyone started waking up.

“Who knows how long we’ll be here,” Dark finished.

“At least ve’re avake,”[1] Henrik decided from where he was standing with Chase.

Illinois, who had only been away for the past couple of minutes, was trying to remember where he’d been before this before remembering he’d been at his wedding and flying into an immediate panic.

“Eric!” Illinois realized with horror.

He got up and raced through the front door, he planned on running all the way to the park but the instant his feet were outside the door he was already reaching the chain link fence to Eric’s backyard.

But Illinois was not deterred, he was getting his fiancé back if it was the last thing he did. Illinois practically vaulted himself over the chain link fence.

“Eric, dulcito[2],” Illinois called up outside his window before thinking: “screw it!” and used his lock picks to break in and start creeping towards Eric’s room. He’d save punching this fake Derek until he was sure Eric was safe.

Just because he wasn’t real, and more importantly dead, that didn’t mean he could cause Eric a lot of pain.

Eric was asleep when Illinois walked up to his bed and shook him away.

“Dulcito,[2] we’re going home.”

Eric screamed in surprise, and Illinois held his hands up.

“It’s me, it’s me,” Illinois said, already starting to cry in relief. “We need to get home, we got dragged in and . . . please forgive me.”

Eric flinched before letting out a quiet gasp, “Illy?”

He practically threw himself into Illinois’s arms, starting to sob profusely as Illinois held him.

“I’m so sorry, I should have rescheduled the wedding, it should have been the happiest day of your life,” Illinois apologized.

“I wanna go home,” Eric told him, and went to move before he felt a sharp pain stab through his legs, mostly from stress, mostly from not having his actual good prosthetics all day and having to make do with bad ones.

“Eric?” Illinois asked in distress.

“My legs,” Eric sobbed in pain.

“I got you,” Illinois promised, picking him up in his arms.

Eric clung tightly to Illinois’s shirt, and then coiled up when a pounding came from the other side of the door.

The timid young man let out a terrified whimper.

“Eric what’s going on in there?” Derek yelled, trying to break down the door. “Who’s voice is that? Open this door!”

“Shit,” Illinois hissed, prepared to fight Derek.

“Illinois should start walking, quickly before Derek can enter,” the Host spoke up.

Illinois and Eric startled but out of reflex, Illinois began to start walking. He took two steps and suddenly he wasn’t in Eric’s home, he was running into his own. And the whiplash just about made him go unconscious. If he hadn’t been aware he was in a sitcom from hell, he wouldn’t have felt a thing.

“What was that?” Illinois looked around wildly. They were walking into the living room of the Manor.

“The Host used a screen wipe,” the Host smiled.

“This whole place is a shithole,” Illinois snarled as he rushed to carefully set Eric down on the comfiest-looking couch. “The laugh tracks were already giving me a migraine, thanks for stopping them.”

“The Host was not a fan of them either,” the Host agreed.

The instant he realized they were back in the house, Dark checked them over briefly when they came over and then Illinois set Eric on the couch and the two of them almost immediately fell asleep, wrapped up together. Dark stretched a blanket over them and then walked into the kitchen.

Mostly to collect his thoughts and figure out some kind of plan of attack. If it was just himself, Dark would worm his way out and hunt the Actor down. But he wasn’t alone. There was Lunky and Eric to consider, along with the triplets. All of them had no hope of standing against the Actor on their own. He couldn’t see what was out there, and didn’t want to take his chances.

“How yeh holdin’ up?”[3] Chase asked.

Dark was sitting at the large dinner table, he had a coffee in front of him. He wasn’t sure where or when he’d gotten the coffee from but he had it.

The sooner he was out of here, the better. He didn’t like how easily it was for the anomaly to pull him around.

“I’d think you’d want out as soon as possible,” Dark told him.

“Well nothin’s[4] happened yet,” Chase told him and walked over. “Sides,[5] at this point we should prolly[6] stick together.”

“You can do that perfectly fine in any other room,” Dark told him, trying to sound uncaring but he could still remember waking up with Chase in the morning.

“Yeah, but I was worried about yeh,” Chase told him, not taking a seat yet and just leaning against the table. “Sides,[5] Bim was growlin’[7] at me, so I decided ta[8] give him his space.”

“I’m fine,” Dark told him sharply.

“Kay,”[9] Chase agreed, not wanting to push him. The two of them were quiet for a bit.

“What do you want?” Dark growled.

“I told yeh[10],” Chase started.

“No, you’ve given me some thinly veiled plot,” Dark glared, “but not what you actually want. Is it the triplets? Is it boredom? Everyone wants something.”

“What if I just want you? Have yeh[10] thought about that?” Chase asked.

“Don’t play with me, Brody,” Dark scoffed angrily. “What do you want?”

Something in Chase just snapped, something that was always compelling him to take care of Dark. “I’m not fookin’ jokin’. I actually wanna be with yeh. Yeh frustratin’, self-absorbed piece ‘a shite. If I was gonna lead yeh on, I’d be actin’ like Wilf.”[11]

Dark’s jaws clicked shut and he glared at Chase.

Sighing, Dark tried to tune out the anomaly, which was whispering to him. The most tempting of whispers. To just push everyone else out and the anomaly could give Dark what he wanted. Could give him the power he wanted. Could give him a version of Wilford that would never look away from him. Children who would always need him.

It was so tempting, but Dark knew better. The anomaly couldn’t give him that infinitely. It would falter, it just wanted a living battery to feed off of.

“Dark?” Chase whispered, taking a seat next to the Entity. His tone gentler as his anger was fading.

“I can open a portal to let you through, but I don’t know how long I can keep it open,” Dark told him. “I also don’t know what’s out there. We’ll have to be careful. We need to make sure the weaker spawnlings do not go out first.”

“Sounds good ta[8] me, but heads up, Illinois isn’t goin’[12] anywhere without yah[10],” Chase chuckled. “Kid’s a little needy when it comes ta[8] yah[10].”

“Illinois has Eric now, he doesn’t need me,” Dark corrected. “I was safe in here, he was a child again. Once we go back out I have to prepare his territory, I have all these arrangements to make and—”

“Dark, Dark,” Chase urged. “Listen ta yerself. Yer Illinois’s dad.”[13]

“Wilford is his father,” Dark reinforced.

“Bubbles didn’t raise him, you did,” Chase reminded sharply. “Wilf went off an’[14] did whate’er[15] the hell he wanted. You made sure the kids were safe. Granted he didn’t have a choice sometimes but the point stands.”

“I can’t have children,” Dark said, but it was his blue soul that put the words there. “I’m not allowed near them. Demons don’t feel things like love or joy, they just exist.”

“We both know that’s not true,” Chase told him, desperately trying to get through to him. “Yeh[10] adore those kids. E’eryone[16] in this whole fookin’[17] town knows that.”

Dark went quiet, hanging his head, he didn’t have a firm rebuttal for that. “I . . . I’m not . . .”

“Those kids are yers[18] as much as they are his. Our boys an’[14] Tempus are just as much yers[18] as they are mine,” Chase told him. “Yeh can have ‘em an’ see ‘em just ‘cause yeh want ta. Not because yeh need ta pay fer ‘em.”[19]

Chase mentally froze because that last part had just slipped out, he’d never considered . . . He mentally thought about Memento and Mori and how the two of them would show him knives and things Dark had just given them. Of Illinois and his adventurers and power within the city. Or Bim and how Dark just let him literally eat people. “Dark yeh know yeh don’t have ta buy yer own kids’ attention, right? They fookin’ love yeh.”[20]

Dark made a disbelieving scoff.

“Dark, they compete fer yer attention whene’er yer in the room,”[21] Chase told him. “Why do yeh[10] think Bim an’[14] Illinois are fightin’[22] all the time?”

“Siblings just do that,” Dark dismissed.

Chase looked up, “Oh my how are yeh[10] this fookin’[17] dense? Dark, yer[23] lucky yer[23] cute.”

A slightly darker grey blush briefly spread across Dark’s cheeks, he looked away from Chase for a second.

“If that’s how yeh[10] think siblings are supposed ta[8] act, did Damien an’[14] Celine participated in death matches or somethin’[24]?” Chase commented, trying to lighten the mood.

“Something to that effect,” Dark admitted. “Celine was always the favorite because she was able to perform magic. Their father was very harsh with Damien because he was a null. If he hadn’t died the way he did, he would have surely become a demon.”

“Yer[25] old man was a fooker[26],” Chase told him. “Maybe I should have Host use the anomaly ta[8] brin’[27] him back so I can kick him in the dick.”

“Only if I can kill him for keeping me prisoner in his house for decades,” Dark promised.

Chase smiled, before really looking at Dark. “I was serious early.”

“About which topic?” Dark asked.

“I’m exactly where I want ta[8] be,” Chase promised, finally saying when he’d been trying to remember to tell the Entity for months now. “There’s no one else I want ta[8] be with.”

“You’ll get bored,” Dark told him.

“Yeh[10] managed ta[8] keep stuff interestin’[28] in all the years I’ve known yeh[10],” Chase smiled.

“You’re human,” Dark reminded.

“Depends on who yeh[10] ask these days, don’t think I’ve got many ‘a[29] those years left,” Chase confessed. “Henz an’ Marv prolly don’t either. ‘Sides, if someone does manage ta kill me, I’ll make sure my ghost comes back an’ haunts yeh. I’ll bang some pots an’ shite. Make sure yeh know it’s me.”[30]

Dark’s brow furrowed, he was still looking for something. Then, “You’re with the heroes, if you wanted to be with me, you wouldn’t have turned me down when I asked.”

“That wasn’t me turnin’ yeh down, that was me sayin’ no ta bein’ yer hired gun,”[31] Chase told him in exasperation. “I don’t mind the dates, but I’m not killin’ fer yeh.”[32]

Dark wasn’t looking at him, Chase inched a little closer.

“Here, I’ll use my regular equipment, we can make it look howe’er realistic an’ fancy yeh want, an’ I’m there. But I’m not killin’ on yer order. Defending yeh or the kids is one thing. But becomin’ yer private hitman is off the table.”[33]

“That sounds reasonable,” Dark told him.

Chase just about had the urge to lean in all the way and kiss him. But he felt it was all going too fast. This was still so new. So he didn’t.

Instead, Wil broke the silence.

“Awww,” Wilford suddenly appeared next to them, smiling and wrapping his arms around the two of them. “Look at the two of you.”

“Don’t push yer[25] luck, Bubbles,” Chase snapped at him.

Wilford just hugged them tighter, pressing his face closer to Chase’s until the marksman pushed Wil away and kicked him in the shins, cursing at him as he did so. Dark rolled his eyes as he watched them.

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Outside the bubbles, the heroes were busy popping the next one they’d jumped into. Freeing Nate, Mare, Marvin, and Quackity among the other heroes, villains, and civilians they’d pulled free.

Phantom was a bit disoriented and started looking around, trying to find an easy escape.

“I had awesome power, this better be worth it,” Quackity rolled his eyes as he looked around. “Where’s Dream?”

“Still in one of the bubbles,” Punz answered.

Quackity stared at Punz for a little bit before smiling, “Hey Punz, how much would I have to pay you to have us just leave Dream in there?”

“Twice what you pay Purpled,” Punz told him, checking his guns.

“Fuck!” Quackity hissed, kicking some rubble. “Come on, dude!”

Another rumble passed through the area as one of the bubbles began to ripple violently and two tendrils snapped out of it, one shot out like lightning and attached itself to the bubble Dark was in while the other snatched up Phantom and pulled him in.

When the first tendril latched on it dragged Dark away from Chase and Wil and before anyone had any time to think it yanked him in and Dark’s bubble popped. The bubble started rapidly growing in size, and it yanked the smallest bubble into it and consumed it. It stopped swelling when it was twice its former size.

“The fuck was that?” Illinois shouted from where he’d dropped to the ground, looking around wildly. “Was that the Actor?”

“No, the Actor does not have the anomaly,” the Host said as he began inspecting the area with his own aura. “That bubble contains Techno and Phil and with the absence of other stories, the anomaly is desperately trying to keep what it does have. Its hold is weakening. Which means the Host will not be able to keep the Actor at bay for much longer.”

“Do you know who are in the other bubbles?” Ponk asked. “Be really nice to have fucking Skeppy right now.”

“I’m right here,” Marvin shot at him.

“I give you one of these books and Skeppy will kill me,” Ponk told him.

“Hey, wait a second, is that one ‘a[29] the,” Marvin recognized the spell book he had as one of the cursed tomnes he’d been trying to get from the Server for months now.

Ponk held the book to their chest, backing up, “Uh . . .”

Sam shouldered his way in-between, shoving Marvin back as he summoned his trident. “We don’t have time to wait around.”

Ponk just stared up at Sam, leaning into him before they looked back at the Host. “So who’s where? Where’s Skeppy and Bad?”

“That one,” the Host gestured to the bubble higher up, “however it needs to be loosened by another two bubbles before it pops. There are too many powerful demons in there powering it.”

“Okay,” Ponk sighed in frustration.

“Techno, Philza, Big Man, and Ghostbur,” the Host pointed with his aura to the largest bubble that Dark and Phantom had been dragged into.

He continued to the farthest one, “That one has the Actor and all of Silver’s friends.”

“Fucker,” Silver spat, trying to fly towards that bubble at top speed but bounced off. “Give me my friends back!”

“And the last one’s got the Sides in it?” Bing asked from where the Google androids were encircled around him.

“That’s the strongest one,” Nate grumbled in frustration. “Why’s he in that one?”

“Because the entire legate is in there, it is likely it will be one of the last to pop for that reason. On its own it’s indefinitely sustainable.”

“Shit, he’s like a living battery,” Nate hissed.

“I’m going in,” Illinois decided, looking at the bubble Dark was in.

“Stay here with Explosion Boy,” Chase told Illinois, gesturing to Eric.

“My dad’s—” Illinois started to shout.

“Let us handle it, we can’t have all ‘a[29] our magically powerful people in one easy ta[8] capture area, stay with yer[25] fiancé,” Chase told him. “I’ll make sure nothin’[34] happens ta[8] him.”

“If I see there are any problems, I’m going in,” Illinois told him.

“Fine, that’s fine,” Chase told him, then he looked back at Jackie. “Jackie, come on.”

The Host lowered the bubble Dark had been dragged into and then ripped a hole in the bubble long enough for Jackie and Chase to go in.

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Jackie and Chase walked in and a wave passed over them as their outfits changed. Snow buffeted them as they stood in thick warming fur coats and wool clothes.

Jackie was still in his mask but their clothes colors had changed to deep purples and dark reds

“Let’s go,” Chase yelled over the snow as they followed the road and hoped it would lead to a town.

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Accessibility Translations:

1. At least we’re awake.

2. sweetheart

3. How are you holding up?

4. nothing’s

5. Besides

6. probably

7. growling

8. to

9. Okay

10. you

11. I’m not fucking joking. I actually want to be with you. You frustrating, self-absorbed piece of shit. If I was going to lead you on, I’d be acting like Wilf.

12. going

13. Listen to yourself. You’re Illinois’s dad.

14. and

15. whatever

16. everyone

17. fucking

18. yours

19. You can have them and see them just because you want to. Not because you need to pay for them.

20. Dark, you know that you don’t have to buy your own kids’ attention, right? They fucking love you.

21. Dark, they compete for your attention whenever you’re in the room,

22. fighting

23. you’re

24. something?

25. your

26. fucker

27. bring

28. interesting

29. of

30. Henz and Marv probably don’t either. Besides, if someone does manage to kill me, I’ll make sure my ghost comes back and haunts you. I’ll bang some pots and shit. Make sure you know it’s me.

31. That wasn’t me turning you down, that was me saying no to being your hired gun

32. I don’t mind the dates, but I’m not killing for you.

33. Here, I’ll use my regular equipment, we can make it look however realistic and fancy you want, and I’m there. But I’m not killing on yer order. Defending you or the kids is one thing. But becoming your private hitman is off the table.

34. nothing

#superhero au #masks and maladies #darkiplier #ahwm illinois #illinois the adventurer #eric derekson #chase brody #wilford warfstache #the host #darkaverage #darkstache #angst #feels #what else are they supposed to do with these feels?#dark’s got a lot of issues

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pl-panda · 4 years

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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 9

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The Gala. The Wayne Gala. The Wayne New Year’s Gala. The Wayne Gala to celebrate the New Year.

“I can’t do it!” Marinette screamed. “What if I trip and fall on Mr. Wayne and then he will break his leg!? Or what if I accidentally babble something I’m not supposed to and make it a disaster!? Or what if Lila makes a mess and I get blamed for it in front of thousands of people!?” She started breathing heavily. “Or maybe I’ll just look awkward and people decide that I’m useless and Mr. Wayne decides that I should leave Damian to spare him the embarrassment?! I can…” Tikki slapped Marinette when she didn’t respond to any of her pleas.

“Marinette! Breathe.” The Kwami instructed her.

“Sorry Tikki. I’m really nervous. I know that making the announcement today is the best option since we’re starting school soon and the news would break anyway, but it’s just so… I’m not used to all that.”

“I know Marinette. But you must accept that your beloved lives in these circles and you must respect some of the needs. He’s changing for you, but you can’t just demand he abandon his old life.”

“I know… I really want to make this work. He… I know I can trust him like nobody else. Even… even you… I love you, but you’re not…”

“Human?”

“Yes! I’m sorry Tikki. You’re still my partner and my best friend. Don’t tell that to Chloé though.”

“My lips are sealed.” The kwami giggled. “You’re my favorite chosen too, Marinette. You have the true creation inside you.”

“Thanks, Tikki.”

“Not get on and show them what you’re made of!” The little goddess cheered.

“Yes! I’m going to rock! I’m great!” The girl said confidently and put on the purple mask with golden lines.

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Damian waited impatiently for his beloved to come. The guests were already filling in and his father and brothers went to greet them. Tom and Sabine, dressed in their MDC original outfits, were already on the dance floor, showing everyone that they could still move even in their forties. Cass was probably somewhere with Bourgeois, stealing cookies or something. The two seemed to bond over being the third wheel and treating Sabine like their new mother.

“Wassup Dames?” A voice startled him and Damian whirled around with a punch that stopped an inch from Jon’s nose.

“Tt. Aren’t you supposed to be downstairs? With the guests?” He grumbled.

“Nah. Mom and Dad are with your dad, going over the safe questions to ask your wi…” Jon didn’t get to finish that word because Damian lunged at him and covered his mouth.

“Tt. Shut up. The last thing I need is drama caused by your big mouth.”

*muffled sounds*

“I don’t care. Mouth shut or I’ll test the new Kryptonite dusters.”

*more muffled sounds*

“I did get them. Want me to try them out right now?” Jon shook his head. “Good. We’ve got an agreement?” A nod. “Fine.” Damian let him go.

“You’re very violent, you know that?”

“Tt. Shut up.”

“I’m just saying.”

“I told you to…” Damian’s words died in his throat. Marinette entered the scene.

“Shall we?” She asked, handing him a sleek black mask with gold details. When light reflected from it, a very subtle purple gleam could be seen.

“It’s incredible, Habibti. Just like the rest of my suit.” He was dressed in a pure-black three-piece, a white shirt underneath, and had a black tie. He screamed style and power.

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All in all, the trip was not yet a disaster for Lila Rossi. Her lies were slowly taking root in the people around her. Like the clerk at the Hotel. Soon, she would have them all wrapped around her fingers. Only Maribrat and Chloé seemed to be completely immune to her charms. But that girl was too goody-two-shoes for her own good and Bourgeois was hated even before she started her work.

There was also that exchange student, Grayson boy… Darren, Damien, something like that. She couldn’t believe she thought that guy was Damian Wayne when he first walked into her class. She went as far as stopping Alya from being mean to him. From her research, all Waynes were kind and helpful. Damian Wayne supposedly volunteered at an animal shelter. The press described him as ‘cute in a special way.’ Blasted Waynes and their no-pictures policy. The guy in her class looked a bit similar to Bruce Wayne, at least at first glance. Then, she noticed that his skin was darker (not just solar tan), his nose was a bit different too. And his eyes were green. It was the only constant with the Waynes. They all had dark hair and blue eyes.

As such, she dismissed him as unimportant and focused on her more important goals. Making a deal with Gabriel Agreste, or rather Hawkmoth, was risky. In the end, it worked out for her in many ways. She gained a foothold from which she made her small empire. And Agreste boy was nice arm candy for a while. Until he went all psycho on Maribrat that is.

Now if she found one of the Waynes, she could start working on worming her way in. Blasted masks! They appeared too good in the media not to have a big dirty secret to exploit. Blackmail wouldn’t be new for her.

The Gala was slowly starting when all the lights turned off. Two stage flood lights focused on the stairs leading to the second floor of the manor. Two people appeared on them. First was a young man, about her age, dressed all black. He radiated money and influence and she was sure what he wore was in fact an MDC original. But he was nothing next to his companion.

Her dark-purple dress shone in the light like a thousand diamonds. It hugged her figure perfectly and while she was most likely the same age as her companion, she still looked stunning. The high collar was embroidered with a golden thread that formed intricate patterns around her slender neck. The sleeves went down to her arms where they seamlessly merged with gloves. The line was blurred by twin bracelets that each had a symbol of a bat with flowers. A nod toward the Bats of Gotham while keeping it original. From the waist down, it opened on the side, giving her the freedom to move while still keeping the near-royal appearance. With each step, it flowed slightly, revealing the golden underlining. Her legs were also covered with the same material down to ballet shoes in a deeper shade of purple finished with golden lining.

Her blue hair reached slightly beyond her shoulders and matched her eyes perfectly. All the gold and purple served to make everyone focus on her.

Lila cursed under her breath. There was no chance anyone would notice her with someone like that parading around. Something had to be done. Lila checked her own dress. It was pretty, but when compared to that, it came plain.

All her scheming came to the halt when the pair walked over to Bruce Wayne and got him to stop speaking with Gotham’s mayor. They knew him. A realization dawned on her. It was Damian Wayne and his date. They had to be. But his eyes… they were green.

“No…” escaped the Liar’s lips. The woman she was talking to noticed and followed her gaze. Some part of Lila’s brain noticed she also checked her dress and was saddened. At least her reaction was not out of place.

Bruce Wayne walked with the two back to the stairs where the stand with a microphone was prepared before the lights were turned back on. Sensing a juicy story, all the journalists and bloggers swarmed as close as possible. Some even lost their masks.

“Can I have a moment of your attention?” The billionaire asked. His eyes swept over the crowd. “Before I start, I wanted to remind you that there is a strict no-photos policy on the gala. We’ve hired a photographer with an exclusive contract and any pictures taken not by him will be considered a breach and will be met with a lawsuit.”

The murmurs broke all around the crowd. It was a known fact that taking unsolicited photos at Wayne Galas was forbidden. There was no need to remind anyone about it unless it was a really juicy piece. The last time Bruce Wayne took time to remind everyone about this was when Jason Todd turned out to be alive and well, only slightly amnesiac.

“Now. First I wanted to welcome everyone to this year’s Gala. We’re closing another year and I thank everyone for showing up to celebrate with me and my family.” He raised a small glass of champagne. “In particular, I wanted to welcome a class from Paris that is participating in the year-long exchange program funded by the Thomas Wayne Education fund. I hope you enjoyed Gotham so far.” The journalists were frantically noting everything down. Either for publishing or just to put it in tabloids with some conspiracy theories. “Now, onto the main reason for the announcement. You know I’m not good at speeches.” He grinned and the crowd exploded into laughter. “Since my son just returned from Paris, I’m well aware that this news would break anyway when he returned to school. I ask you to respect their privacy and… well, at least try not to bother them. May I introduce Damian Wayne and his girlfriend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Everyone started to either whisper or frantically make notes and think of questions to ask. The fact that Damian Wayne, dubbed Ice Prince of Gotham, got himself a girlfriend serious enough to be introduced to everyone was already front-page news for many of them. Even just the dress she wore was front-page news. Any journalist that dabbled in celebrity fashion would recognize an MDC original by now, at least from Jagged Stone or Clara Nightingale. The two refused to even consider anything else.

“Tt. Against my better judgment, I know that teenagers are walking gossip machines so you would all learn it the moment we entered Gotham Academy.” Damian started his speech. “As such, I want to clear any and all confusion before it can start. This,” he motioned at Marinette, “ is my girlfriend. We met in Paris and clicked immediately. I expect you to show her the same respect you show my family or I will challenge you to an honor duel.”

Damian was not even trying to hide his distaste for journalists today. He could see that Marinette was uncomfortable with this attention even more than he was. He grew up used to attention while simultaneously being taught that newspapers were at best a propaganda tool and at worst trouble to be dealt with. Obviously, he disliked them, even more, when he became Damian Wayne. Usually, he tried to remain civil to the journalists unless they were irritating. Today, he didn’t bother. Not that they didn’t know he was a private person. A certain paparazzi with a blade going through his camera would attest to that.

“Angel, do you want to answer their questions or should I?” He whispered.

“Um… shouldn’t you first tell them more?”

“No. It’s better if I only answer what they want to know.”

“Um… Maybe you start.”

“Fine.” He turned back to the microphone. “I will be taking the first question.” He pointed at Clark who had his hand in the air.

“Clark Kent, Daily Planet. Could you tell us more about how you met?”

“I joined Marinette’s class for the exchange program my Father mentioned. The only free seat was next to her, so that’s where I sat. What got my attention first was her willingness to stand up to injustice and forgive those who slighted her. She was open-minded and didn’t back down even when I was… Ehm… a bit rude.” He admitted. “I managed to ask her out and she showed me the side of Paris you don’t usually see with a tour guide. We share a passion for drawing and she shared with me her favorite place in Paris. No, I won’t reveal it. After that, my respect for her only grew when she was willing to accept an apology from a girl that bullied her in the past, helping her actually change her ways. Next question?” He pointed at a different journalist. He really hoped he picked right. The masks were making it harder than he assumed. A flaw in their plan that they overlooked.

“Vicky Vale, Gotham Gazette” The woman introduced herself and Damian resisted the urge to curse. His Father’s ex was not exactly the most favorable toward them after their breakup, even if she tried to stay professional. “What more can you tell us about the mysterious girl behind the mask? So far we know she’s from Paris and likes to draw, plus some traits.”

“May I answer this?” Mari asked Damian, thinking it was high time for her to step up and help. He nodded and stepped back so she had free access to the microphone. “Hi. I'm Marinette. Mostly, I’m just a normal girl with a normal life…” She started. What followed was quite a long introduction where she gave the press enough to satisfy them while keeping private the parts she wanted.

There were many more questions. About family, plans, dreams, etc. The young couple answered some while dismissed others as too personal and rude. Finally, after over an hour they ended the event and told those who would stay to move on with the gala while several journalists were removed. In total, ten photographic devices were confiscated and Chloé got the honors of handling everything with Tim. He was there for a technical site, she was there for intimidation.

One of the particularly irritating paparazzi tried to argue, but then Chloé started to rant until he was cowering in the corner. Pretty much everyone around them was now glaring at him with a hateful gaze. After that, they mostly behaved.

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“Well… that was exhausting. And it’s only ten pm?” Marinette and Damian were resting next to the snacks table. They were enjoying a moment of peace once the initial wave of well-wishers passed. Jason was keeping an eye on the class to make sure they were stopped from making anything worse for themselves and everyone else. So far they were too stunned to deal with it. He was pleased to see that Alix girl was finally doing something and pointing out many flaws in their reasoning. The problem was Lila disappeared in the crowd for the moment. Chloé was on the hunt though. She was a master of dealing with a rich crowd, probably surpassing even Drake.

“Here you are!” A voice startled the couple. Marinette and Damian turned to see a group of four people. Jon was one of them. There was also a girl with blonde hair pulled into a long braid and a boy in a blue suit with medium-long black hair and blue eyes. The fourth one made Marinette’s blood run cold. Her eyes went wide and she acted before anyone caught the wind of it. A strong straight punch sent the boy looking like Adrien flying onto the ground.

Chatter around them died in an instant. Marinette tried to lunge at him, but Jon caught her. He was probably the only one strong enough to hold her back.

“Let me go! Don’t you see he is a criminal?!” She was doing her best to get out of his grip. Damian suddenly was holding the blade to the neck of the blonde boy.

“You have five seconds to speak.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not my moronic cousin. Would you please let go of me?” He asked with a thick British accent.

“Tt. Prove it.” Damian scoffed.

“Ugh. I’m really tired of dealing with everyone taking me for a criminal just because I look like him. Ask my mother!”

Indeed, a blonde woman in a gray dress was making her way through the crowd. “Felix sweetie!?” She kneeled next to him while glaring daggers at Damian and Marinette. Reluctantly, he took away the sword but didn’t put it away. Dick and Tim also arrived.

“What happened?”

“That twit attacked my Felix!”

“Tt. He shows up and looks just like a known criminal. You should’ve really chosen something other than a black mask and a black suit.” Damian frowned. He didn’t exactly feel bad about the incident, but the press would jump on that.

“It’s alright mum. I admit I’m partially at fault. I forgot the reaction Parisians have to me right now.” He bowed his head. “Please accept my apologies.” His lower lip was bleeding.

“Um… here. Let me help you.” Marinette pulled a tissue from her pocket (of course her dress had pockets) and handed it to him. Nodding, he wiped the blood.

“Tt. I’m still not convinced.”

“Damian! That’s rude. I remember Felix. He was in Paris once.” Then, she mumbled under her breath. “Caused a triple akumatization.”

“I am sorry for that…”

“Felix joined our class this year. You left the day before he came.” The blonde girl explained.

“It was all just one big misunderstanding folks. You can move on.” Dick took control of the crowd and allowed the teens some breathing space. Except that’s when the class finally decided to start speaking up.

“Yeah right! Marinette is just a big bully! I’m in her class and she was mean to Lila from the beginning. I wouldn’t be surprised if she dated Damian Wayne just for money.” Alya had to babble. The rest of the class (minus Alix) was either nodding or giving their own confessions, real or not, and always against Marinette.

So far the Waynes avoided any accusations about gold-digging. The one journalist that tried to pick up the subject (subtly at first) was silenced by Damian’s evil eye. Now more people murmured. And the number of people able to respond was greatly limited as Damian, Chloé, Jason, and Sabine had to be restrained from hurting people.

To everyone’s surprise, it was Cass who jumped on the table.

“Shut…! Up!” She shouted. Or what stood for her shouting, which was only slightly louder than normal people’s speech. Still, it got everyone’s attention. “Cousin Nettie is… kind. Good. Sel… Selfless. She is my family. Not… digger.” She glared at several people that were still muttering. “Saw her… date with Damian. She did not let him pay. Not digger!” There was a dangerous edge in her voice. That was enough to shut people up. Except for the class.

“Of course you would protect her!” Kim stared at her. “You’re probably…” He didn’t finish because Alix covered his mouth. The girl noticed that Bruce, who was restraining Jason Todd was about to let go. She wasn’t sure exactly what would happen, but she wasn’t willing to find out.

“I think it’s time for you to leave. Where is your teacher/chaperone?” Bruce asked, also glaring at them.

“Um… Madame Bustier is…”

“Madame Cheng is right there!” Mylene pointed to where Tom was doing his best to stop his wife from grabbing the Bag and cutting the class into tiny pieces.

“I… I don’t think it would be healthy for us to go with her right now. She is very emotional right now.” Alix offered. She was trying to act like the voice of reason. Something this class lacked.

The teacher was quickly located flirting with one of the musicians invited to the gala. She was completely unaware of what her charges did.

“I’m sure it was just some misunderstanding. Marinette indeed started acting out a bit this year. They probably overexaggerated a bit.”

“Tt. You mean she stopped being a doormat?” Damian huffed.

“As I said, it’s time for the kids to leave,” Bruce said in a harsh tone.

“Oh… Okay. I’m sure Sab…”

“Caline. You’re the one responsible for taking care of them. You’ll take them away when Mr. Wayne asks.” Tom then pointed at his wife, who he was holding a few inches above the ground to keep her from doing something stupid.

“Um… Of course.” The teacher sighed. “Kids. Gather your things. We must leave.”

As they were walking out, people applauded. After Alfred closed the doors behind them it was finally safe to let the more violent part of the family free. In all that mess, nobody noticed that a certain sausage-haired girl was not with them

“Now, Wayne.” The blonde started. “Want to explain why we had to learn about you having a girlfriend from a press conference?”

“Or why did Jon know her before us?” The boy added.

“I would also appreciate hearing how my bloody cousin earned your ire,” Felix added.

“Oh! Sorry.” The girl turned to Marinette. “I’m Allegra and this is Claude. You already know Jon and Felix. We’re Damian’s friends. Or the closest thing he had to such.”

“Tt. I don’t have friends.”

“Bro. Not cool.” Claude argued.

“Shut up. Claudius.” he huffed.

“You wound me.” The teen gasped and put a hand on his chest. “Dami.”

Felix and Marinette watched from the sidelines how the quartet bickered. Jon tried to help Damian sort things out.

“For what it’s worth, I am sorry,” Felix said after a moment of silence. “My cousin is a daft git.”

“That we can agree on,” Mari said absentmindedly while trying to keep the eye on Damian. She hoped he didn’t bring the kryptonite dusters tonight.

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historybetweenthepages · 3 years

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Blocked to comment this on Anthony Fantano’s video (so I posted it here).

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I couldn’t comment a response to this video on YouTube due to censorship so I decided to do it here:

The problem with Paul Joseph Watson is mostly the rational that is used to justify the 'breakdown' of morality through art and culture. The viewpoint that popular culture, within the twenty-first century,' is more "vulgar," "vapid," "self absorbed," "hedonistic," and "dehumanizing" "than any other time in living memory" is a view that is extremely one sided and biased. Any generation of the past could have made this argument about the popular cultural of their day and how it is "farther apart" from the traditional, fundamental values that define a culture or society.

If Watson is going to use the example of Miley Cyrus twerking in front of Robin Thicke as a reason this is no different than the view that parents, or most adults, had during the sixties about rock n' roll. For example, when the Beatles broke up my grandparents (on my fathers side) disparaged the groups period as a band commenting that 'The Mills Brothers' (a barbershop quartet that had a career run of fifty-four years and scored hits with 'You Always Hurt the One You Love,' Paper Doll,' 'Glow Worm,' and 'Up a Lazy River' in the forties and fifties that branded them "The Beatles of the 1940's") had a longer run and that the music, aside from Earl Hines, Marva Josie, and Dinah Washington etc. (musicians who need no introduction), had more 'quality' than the entirety of rock n' roll due to the immoral substance that my grandparents (on my fathers side) believed existed. Although this is not meant to disparage this generational period, as they were not always wrong on what popular culture contained whether it was moral or immoral, it highlights the gap between an older and younger group of people who, in some cases, failed to keep an open mind on what was new and presently modern.

If I was going to provide an example that related to the "classical traditionalism" that is 'mostly' found within Watson's channel, I would counteract this with examples of artists (composers, painters, sculptors, etc.), such as Frédéric Chopin, Alexander Scriabin, Arnold Schoenberg, Alban Berg, Karlheinz Stockhausen, Steve Reich, Philip Glass, Vincent Van Gogh, Mark Rothko, Jackson Pollock, Andy Warhol, Franz Kline, Barnett Newman, Francis Bacon, Damien Hirst, or Samuel Beckett. Although these names would invoke a more increased sense of realism to counteract against Watson's belief it would STILL, no matter how logical or understanding, would not be enough to disprove the argument that most, or all, of modern culture is immoral and responsible for the breakdown of "beauty" and "truth" (although these terms are subjective to how they are used within the given context to what people believe is beautiful and true).

Although there are a fair number of examples that have proved how modern society has provided the shift for the decrease of morality, this is still not comprable enough to assert the belief that modern society is the reduction of "everything that is 'moral' or 'positive' " (given the context of a certain subject or topic). If Watson had existed in the different eras of the artists listed above, he would have most likely disparaged what was not explicitly beautiful (hence, if he had existed in the era of Chopin, or Scriabin, he would have denigrated the use of dissonance found within a fair amount of their oeuvre as composers) believing that although these more modern artists are not entirely negative they STILL take away from the reality of "what beauty is."

Although I am four years late (regrettably), and I do not happen to agree with everything Fantano is expressing, he includes some important and relevant points, saying that although the classic, artistic styles of portraits are still relevant, it is essential to have variety and new ideas so these artistic, subject areas do not become static (3:00 - 3:08). With new ideas this allows for newer perspectives on how these traditional concepts can be considered, or 'digested,' from a newer perspective. Fantano also reminds us of the point that not everything in the modern era, especially television, is awash of programs that are unproductive, crude or narcissistic. For anything that can be defined, or misconstrued, as negative, or unproductive, it can be followed up with television programs, art, music, literature, or online articles that are supported with the intent of positively informing or entertaining their readers, listeners, or audience members.

Due to this, it disproves the view that modernism has produced the "diminishment of beauty" to such a high degree that it is a rare, almost nonexistent characteristic within our society. Although I believe that beauty has been subject to various levels of diminishment throughout the different eras of modern history, it STILL is an aspect of life that many people are fighting, protecting, and exemplifying through their work with some examples that include modern artists who are still living or working within the twenty-first century (with videos to prove my point):

Anthony Braxton (American "free jazz" saxophonist, composer, bandleader, and improvisor)

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Barry Harris (jazz pianist, composer, bandleader, and teacher)

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(although he is more of traditional modernist, espousing those who came after bebop such as Bill Evans)

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Cormac McCarthy (author, novelist, poet, and playwright)

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David Dubal (classical pianist, writer, and disc jockey)

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David Hockney (painter)

Frederick Buechner (writer, novelist, poet, autobiographer, essayist, preacher, and theologian) (this will only maintain relevance if you are religious)

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George Winston (pianist, organist, guitarist, composer, and improvisor)

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Keith Jarrett (jazz and classical pianist, composer, bandleader, improvisor, and multi-instrumentalist)

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(with five other video examples as well that will be posted in the reblog of this response)

Even if these examples provide a strong, moderate, or weak validation for my argument they prove my point (I hope) that beauty is STILL a valued characteristic of daily life and defined as essential for the overall growth, of not only those who are subject to the work, but of the society and environment in which they live. Although the examples above are mostly based around music (due to this being a music channel), I have tried to include other aspects of the arts as well to prove that the modern world, whether it is centered around the second half of the twentieth century or the majority of the twenty first century, is capable of deriving beauty from non-traditionalism and that traditionalism is the foundation that supports the ideas that are acted upon in a modern context. Understanding this, it is safe to assume that not everything has to be 'traditional' or 'conservative' to be considered legitimate. Instead, it is more proficient to believe that as long as the various mediums within the arts, or other aspects of our societal culture, exude a pronounced sense of positivity, this will create a more likely heightened sense of awareness for what is considered 'valuable,' or 'essential' for a given society.

In summary, if Miley Cyrus and Marilyn Manson have profited off an existence that is viewed by a majority as being immoral this does not define the entirety of the modern world. Overt sexualization, the diminishment of beauty, and the "pretentious works of art" found at TATE Modern (using Marcel Duchamp's readymade sculpture, 'Fountain' (1917) as an example) is not the "top defining example" of modernism. Instead, they represent examples of variance that Fantano views as "shit posting before shit posting," even though I disagree with this viewing it as the development of a new artistic style and philosophy (what was known during Duchamp's life as 'DADA'). These newer styles separate art from aspects that are "static," "boring," or "plain" (depending on how these works are viewed) with Fantano using Lou Reed's 'Metal Music' as a relevant example for musical, modern ideas.

The "take down" (depending on how you define this in the context of how it is used) of traditional, conservative values do not define the majority of what is observed throughout the lens of modernism. Instead, it is artists, writers, composers, etc. taking risks on how they can combine traditional aspect of their medium, or style, and subject them to new ideas that are experimental, or improvisational, in their nature. even if an artist’s ideas had no connection to any aspect of traditionalism would this make it bad? In my opinion, not really.

Even if Watson makes a fair number of points that, hypothetically, could be agreed upon (with most that I do not agree with) this does not account for how flawed this view is. It is not healthy, or viable, for someone to look at the modern world with blinders on and continue to move forward. This does not assert change. This does not introduce newer ideas. This does not move traditional aspect of art, or culture, past their classical, conservative stages of infancy. If you want to move forward in the truest sense of a philosophy (give or take what that may consist of) you have to be open to incorporating newer ideas, even if it exists outside of your own personal worldview. You do not have to agree with it but to close yourself off entirely from a new experience that could benefit you personally is wrong.

The logic of "I disagree with certain characteristics of this so I am going to reject it entirely" is WRONG and should NOT be exemplified by anyone at any time. If you happen to disagree entirely with something that is your prerogative and should be respected (as long as it logically based off of facts that can be proven and sourced). Regardless of how right or wrong Watson is (although it may be apparent which view people have taken), it does not set aside the hatred that is transparent when choosing to believe in this philosophy. There are certain facts that define life and although it may be obvious that general "players" within the current culture are immoral and act in contrary ways, (opposed to the moral and values that once, in greater ways, defined our culture), this does not mean that those aspects of modernism that you personally disagree with, aside from what can be factually proven, are wrong, nor are they "the problem" (as Watson would say).

Yes, society has become more contradictory.

Yes, society has become more immoral.

Yes, society has become less centered around a factual or moral truth.

That is just the reality. But is it appropriate to hate what does not measure up with "moral" examples of the past? No.

Of course Mark Rothko is going to be different from Michael Angelo or Jackson Pollock from Claude Monet. That is just the way it is.

But to throw away what you cannot see personal value with may be realistic, and understandable, but in the end is ignorant.

So overall, anything that can be viewed as negative in the modern era can ALWAYS be paired alongside that which is positive. This has been true for the sixteenth, seventeenth, eighteenth, nineteenth, and twentieth centuries, while still remaining currently true.

If Watson has to be given examples of positive aspects of modernism within the arts and culture, I suggest that he do more research. But then again, he is probably incapable of finding real, hard data, or credible sources, when he only exists on a surface level (and I know this from personal experience, I used to be a subscriber)

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And NO, I would not say that this is a realistic portrayal of conservatism because what exists on the surface is usually not a summary for the entirety of people who exist within a political or social group/philosophy. Regardless, Fantano makes a great logical point while still remaining relevant while providing examples are spot on in making his point. Overall, this is a good video that deflates most of what Watson is saying as flawed and illogical while disproving him in a factual way.

Rating: B+

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I may edit this comment so expect changes. If I do not than it is here to stay. I hope that you have enjoyed what I have written and find it to be a good contribution to Fantano's response.

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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The Final Wayne's

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Warnings:mentions of sex?, swearing mostly fluffy

A/n:Im really happy with this one wasn’t sure how to go about it but i think its pretty sweet. Hope you enjoy xx

You meet the final two wanye’s when they all storm the cafe.

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You hummed along with the radio as you when out the front of the cafe closing a bit earlier as you hadn't had any customers in for nearly 2 hours. You spun the sign round and locked the door you were going to use the extra time to tidy the cafe properly instead of the rushed quick sweep that's normally done. Turning to volume up louder you danced around clearing the last few cups popping them in the sink coming back out with a mop bucket and broom and began to stack the chairs against one wall getting ready for a proper sweep. you nearly jumped out of your skin when someone tried to come bounding threw the door bouncing off it with a loud bang. you ran across the cafe hearing laughter.

"Why the fuck is it closed?!" Ah. Damien, you heard him before you saw him which made sense as he was currently sprawled out on the floor as Jack and Tim laughed at him joined by two older boys , well boys, one looked a few years younger then you... so technically he was an adult . you stuttered clicking who these other two probably were. Unlocking the door you squatted down to Damien.

"Shit are you ok? you didn't hit your head? did you?" you said reaching for him grabbing his face tilting it down trying to see the back of his head. He growled slapping you away

"I'm fine... does your boss know you've shut early? could have been a customer that'd have been a lawsuit ..stupid woman" you stood up crossing your arms at him.

"well I'm lucky it was just your skinny little ass then aren't I?" you deadpanned causing the another wave of laughter as Damien pulled him self up

"come on in" you lead them all in the older boys pulled themselves chairs around a table directly in front of the counter. turned looking for the others as jack wandered out of the kitchen with a fresh brownie Damien following with a blueberry marzipan muffin.

"Oo are those fresh?" Tim said walking past you into the kitchen to get himself one. you raised your hands exasperated.

"By all means help yourselves" you said shaking your head as they gave you cheeky grins before sitting down next to the others.

"Did you make these?" Damien asked you nodded

"Yep made em all today" he gave you a contemplating look

"You are forgiven for the door....if you give this recipe to Alfred" you rolled you eyes

"Oh yippee here I thought I'd have to beg for the young masters forgiveness" Jack snorted into his brownie.

"Y/n this is Dick and Jason our older brothers" Tim finally introduced with half a mouthful of muffin.

"Tim don't speak with your mouthful" you scolded before turning to Dick and Jason, you were nervous about meeting them, you knew that Dick was 20 and Jason was 17 not that much younger than you. Dick smiled brightly Jason followed

"Its nice to meet you both, but I thought Bruce wanted to introduce us at dinner next Monday?" Dick opened his mouth to reply but Damien beat him to it

"They were sulking cos me and Tim have already met you, and they couldn't wait so me Tim and Jack found them wandering about looking for the cafe completely lost." Dick looked embarrassed and Jason looked just about ready to beat Damien to a pulp.

"W-we did not we just decided to explore this part of Gotham.. we haven't been down this way before and heard good things." you giggled a little. feeling a little better now that they were talking.

"Can I have a go on the coffee machine?" Tim asked having finished his muffin you thought about it for a second then nodded, he jumped up following you round to it

"Anyone else want one?" Dick and Jason nodded Damien and Jack pulled a face. No.

You showed Tim how to load the espresso and turn it on trying to hold back laughter as he jumped back when he activated the steamer wand you caught the jug of milk just in time leaning over him you showed him the easiest way to froth the milk putting his hand on the knob controlling the steamer telling him when to turn it ,pointing out on the thermometer where he should let it go to he did it. Managing not to burn the milk then you demonstrated how to pour for certain coffees. He beamed when he got it right proud of himself then quickly controlled his face putting on a smug 'yeah of course I did it' face handing his brothers their coffees before going to sit down

"Oi! get back here you haven't cleaned up, you gotta wipe the wand and let some steam through to clear it." he come back hesitantly taking the folded cloth from you

"Wont it burn me?" you shook your head

"Just wipe it quick, then use the rubber bit to push it to the tray and give it a quick blast" he did as instructed and smiled bright going back to his coffee. Dick and Jason had been watching quietly as you taught their younger brother how to use the machine, yanking Tim away tilting your self in front of him when you though he could get hurt as the steam spat the milk when he hadn't held it high enough. Feeling more relaxed with you they saw how you patiently taught Tim how to do it. They had their doubts ,they had been a bit worried about their father dating someone so young. Imagining a typical younger woman trying to worm her way into their house for money or fame. They were caught off guard when their dad had first told them about you. Normally he didn't bother the women were never serious and gobsmacked when Damien threatened them to be kind, it was then they then decided they would catch you off guard, worried about how you could have possibly influenced Tim and Damien. But watching you interact with them they saw that you were very genuine. When it had come out earlier that day that you were Jacks sister, they felt slightly better knowing a bit of the story. How instead of abandoning him to the system to continue your studies, you'd pulled out that same day, moving back home planning and arranging your parents funeral and staying, giving up on your own prospects to become his guardian and raise him finding a job to support you both and pushing him to apply for the scholarship helping him get in. Thank god you did since Jack had become Damien's saving grace, he had calmed down and was almost a completely normal 13 year old boy...until he put on his suit then all bets were off. They found it fascinating seeing you swing from the playful sister to patient parent and back as you had grabbed Jack in a head lock poking at him tickling him for teasing you. They shared a look. Yes you would fit in fine.

"hahahah no-nooo st-stop it hahaa!fuck off y/n" he cried between laughs squirming then the fun and games stopped as ha accidentally headbutted your nose

"OH FUCK!" you shouted grabbing your nose eyes watering he gasped apologizing as damien panicked grabbing napkins in case of a nose bleed. He tried pulling your hand away.

"ssshhiit oh im fine- im good its ok-- fuck sake why is your head so hard?" he looked sheepish asking if you were ok you nodded to him waving a hand.

"I was going to get so much done here tonight but now I cant be asked" rubbing your nose again sniffing checking your hands for blood. None good. Huffing you leaning forward onto the table you looked across that table to Dick and Jason. You'd felt there eyes on you all this time.

"You know your both just like Bruce. He just sat there staring when he met me to." you offered chuckling nervously trying to break what you thought was tension not knowing that they had already approved of you.

"They are trying to suss you out. They are worried about you being after money or something." Tim added sipping the last of his coffee leaning back as everyone shouted at him.

"TIM!" You swallowed collecting yourself taking a deep breath, here it comes then. You looked at them smileing sadly nodding pulling back into yourself. You knew it they didn't like you. Obviously they wouldn't, fuck sake you were 5 years older than one and 8 years older then the other. You knew it.

"I-I don't want anything like that..I know its weird because we are about the same age.. if you feel uncomfortable with your dad and I just say the word and it will end I'm not going to be a home wrecker- fuck I new this would happen" you looked away trying to hide your tears. That was that then. Already planing to phone Bruce. Jason jumped interrupting your thoughts rushing forward grabbing your hands that rested on the table in front of you making you look at him as he saw you start breaking down, ready to run again. They'd heard bits and pieces about what happened for Tim. Jack growled angrily going to push Jason off of you before he started speaking.

"NO! no its not like that- we did- I mean at first, when dad first mentioned you and then when Tim and Damien gushed about you. We were worried I mean he's our dad but we didn't know who you were then,no one told us that you were Jacks y/n and we see now that's not the case. Your genuine and we don't have a problem with your age."

Dick continued for him as Jason looked panicked and lost for words.

"Yes we saw today your miles of years ahead of us in maturity we- well we just wanted to meet you without dad there. And like Jason said he is our dad we just don't want to see him hurt again." he added you looked between them still unconvinced fears you had still taunting you.

"I.. I'd never hurt him I love him." you admitted quietly.

"You- You love him?" Jack questioned you nodded smiling Dick smiled softly at you seeing the honesty in your words. He knew then that you weren't going anywhere he'd make sure of it.

"Then Don't leave him... We haven't seen him like this in...Ever really we just wanted to meet the woman who had made him happy that's all. Were sorry about the way we went about it. And want you to know that not just for dad, but we want to get to know you. Maybe not treat you like a mum but more like an older sister?" Dick said trying to pull you away form your dark thoughts. Feeling bad that they might have just fucked up the best thing to happen to their dad. Your eyes twinkled as you looked at the hopefully

"You-you really mean that?" they nodded you smiled wide at them wiping your eyes.

"Yeah then that way you can let loose a little you know act your age a bit?" he added laughing you scoffed clearing the last tears that had gathered away with a napkin handed to you from Damien.

"As if I remember how to do that, thank you both of you I was terrified of meeting you both , if you ever have a problem with me please come and talk to me about it"

"If they ever have a problem with you they can fuck off and take it with them" Damien growled kicking the table leg, knocking it with a force the boy should not posses thoroughly pissed off at his oldest brothers a cold shiver ran down your spin as you saw the terrifying glare he had on his face. If looks could kill... well your rather not tempt fate as in that moment Damien looked like he was defiantly considering it. you didnt notice the three wayne boys sharing a look holding their breath waiting for him to continue. if you only knew.

"Damien enough, you were worse when i met you and you know it" he snapped out of what ever was going on in his head smirking at you

"I was wasnt I?"

the others relaxed and you were all caught of guard as a presence in the corner made them selves known.

"See Master Wayne I told you if you left them to it they d all sort it out." Alferd stated standing up form the table in the front corner before chiding you.

"Miss y/n you really should pay more attention you left the door wide open after you let the boys in." You all gaped at the men Dick and Jason froze feeling Bruce's piercing gaze on their backs. Looking like a couple of boys who'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"yes Alfred I suppose your right but I do remember telling them to leave her alone until Monday so I could explain exactly how we met." he said disaproval echoing through his words. you stood up huffing.

"Bruce stop it.. they were just trying to look out for their family which I can appriciate.. leave them be it all sorted now and I didnt have to put on stupid heals for it"

"but i what if i wanted to see you in heels?"

"then you could have asked, anyway how the bloody hell did you to sneak in so quietly are you some sort of ninja or something? Jesus" you asked the group who laughed .if only you knew.

"Any way I don't know about you lot but I spend to much time in this bloody cafe as it is and would like to leave." You finished collecting the crumpled cake papers and cups leaving them in the kitchen before ditching your apron and turning everything off grabbing your bag and coat on the way out.

"What about the cleaning?" Jack asked you shrugged.

"That's Hugh's problem now, he can do some work for a change." you snickered ushering them all out arming the alarm and locking the door.

"He still fucking around?" jack asked you nodded

"Yep boneing his girlfriend is more important then doing his shift's"

"I can fully understand that" Bruce said smirking as the group groaned you rolled your eyes ignoring him

"The others got pissed off so he gets to be here bright and early opening tomorrow cos the rest of us are 'busy'" you chuckled. Bruce slid up beside you pulling you into him

"well you will be." he muttered kissing your lips you blushed as a chorus of ewws and gagging noises carried across the small crowd you stuck out your tongue at them.

"Oh will I now?"

"Yes a very important appointment with me that may run into the afternoon" he said seductivly running his hands across your waist pulling you closer you linked your hands behind his neck.

"Hmm I don't remember arranging that Mr Wayne I might have other plans"

"well I'm sure you could squeeze me in" Jason as grossed out as he was, couldn't help but laugh at that one even Tim snorted you blushed.

"And what makes you say that?" he pulled away slightly

"Because you love me" you froze in his arms shyly looking down he pulled you back up to face him.

"And I love you to" he pulled you towards him kissing you passionately taking your breath away you moaned as the boys created a big fuss.

"OH MY GOD STOP!" Jack cried covering his eyes as Bruce grabbed handfuls of your rear making you squeal and begin laughing.

"Come on Jack you were the one who set us up to have sex remember? take it like a man"

"NOO! SHUT UP EWW I DIDN'T NEED THAT IMAGE!!" you laugh loudly walking past them all ,wrapped up in Bruce's arms leading you towards the Rolls Royce that he had arrived in with Alfred.

"H-hey how are we getting home?"

"The way you came, you don't want to ride with us." Bruce called over his shoulder kissing your neck.

"Bruce not in the car"

"Why not?"

"THAT IS MY SISTER!" Dick laughed out loud watching his little brothers yell about 'being scar'd for life' and 'never getting in the Rolls Royce ever again' yes you were both going to fit right into this mad house. He ushered them all the other way to his car there wasn't enough room really but he'd make them fit.

"Who want to go get Chinese?" he asked distracting them still chuckling to him self. You had turned his dad into a teenager again.

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