#Horton hears a who mention
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Prima Ballerina
Natasha spun round in her pink leotard and tutu, it wasn’t often she found herself with enough free time to refresh her skills but when she could, she took the opportunity. Lorelai was outside in the backyard playing with Dodger, the sight made Natasha smile as she walked into the screened in sunroom. The warmth of the sunshine helped fill the room with relaxation for Natasha.
She played a bit of soft classical music, stretching carefully before she soon found herself dancing around the room on her tippy toes. Her legs ached a bit as it had been a while since she last practiced but she kept dancing. The music grew louder a bit more intense as she danced and twirled round and round. Natasha hadn’t noticed that Ransom had taken Dodger inside to wash up or that Lorelai was sitting in the corner with her juice box watching her mother in awe. Eventually her soft voice spoke up, “Mama?” She asked.
Natasha jolted and stumbled a little as her concentration was broken. She puffed a bit of breath and gave her daughter a smile. “Hey baby, did you get too tired outside?” Natasha walked over to Lor and kneeled beside the girl. Brushing a few sweaty curls from her soft round face.
“How’d you learn to dance like that?” The young girl asked between her last few sips of her juice box. Natasha held back horrific memories at the question.
“When I was a young girl like you I was in ballet class. There weren’t many girls that stayed with the program but those that did became famous dancers. But they live all around the world in all different places.” It wasn’t the truth but also wasn’t quite a lie.. it’s not like the four year old needed to know the exact details, especially when she didn’t have to be exposed to such things.
The little girl looked up at Natasha as if she was a goddess, Natasha leaned in and gave the girls cheek a kiss. “Mama, can I learn to dance with you?”
Natasha smiled brightly and nodded. “Of course you can, babylove. You’ll just need shoes and leggings like mama’s. I can order them for you, let's say after lunch?” Her brow quirked and the young girl nodded enthusiastically.
“Can we have lunchables?” Lor stood up and held her hand out for Nat to get up.
“Why don’t we make one of Mama’s grownups lunchable? You know on that pretty plate you love?” She asked as she stood and took her daughter's hand.
Lorelai bounced up and down happily, Natasha chuckled. “Knew you’d like that baby.”
Natasha turned the music off and led the pair into the kitchen, scooping Lor up she sat her on the countertop while Natasha grabbed the fancy charcuterie board from the island. Lorelai wiggled happily at the sight of the board and traced her little finger on the pattern.
While Lorelai played with the board, Natasha gathered the deli meat and cheese before cutting them into squares like a lunchable as well as grabbing two different crackers for them. “What else do you want, bubble?” She asked her daughter.
Lorelai hummed in thought. “Some strawberries and grapes please.” She said, Natasha then went to the fridge and pulled out the washed fruits before setting them neatly on the board.
“Did you want water or another juice?” She asked, Lorelai having carefully scooted down from the counter so she could stand in front of the fridge that Nat left open.
Natasha chuckled softly at the sight of the little girl in front of the big refrigerator but she grabbed her another juice box and a bottle of water for herself before she handed them to Lor. “Here baby, you take these and Mama will get the food. You just find us something on tv you wanna watch.”
The girl bounced happily and sped off to the big fancy couch that resided in their living room. Ransom was watching the news but Lor pounced on him making him grunt softly from her weight. “Papa!! Is my turn now to watch something.” She whined almost like Natasha would.
Natasha followed in moments later and set the board down on the coffee table. Ransom held Lorelai in his lap as the pair playfully fought for the remote. The little girl giggled profusely as he tickled her sides. “Alright you two, why don’t you both pick something to watch?” She asked as she sat down with them, curling her legs under her a bit.
Lorelai and Ransom conferred in whispers while Natasha ate a ham and cheese cracker, scrolling on her phone looking at ballet outfits for Lorelai. After a few moments Ransom spoke up. “Seems we have come to an agreement, we should watch The Lorax.” He grinned over at Nat, her green eyes flicked up and a smile grew on her lips.
“It’s my favorite movie.” She nodded in agreement, and soon Ransom turned the movie on, the little yellow fluff appeared on the screen.
Her smile grew as she felt little flutters in her tummy, she rubbed her little tummy and ate another cracker as she set her phone aside to cuddle up with her family properly. Lorelai was entranced with the movie, Natasha knew they could finish up their talk about ballet later, right now they were all together as a family.
All four of them even if one happened to be a little speck on a clover flower.
#about 950 words#mom! natasha romanoff#mom Natasha#Natsom#ransom drysdale#dad! ransom drysdale#dad ransom#Natasha x Ransom#the Lorax mention#Horton hears a who mention#tw pregnancy#no one asked for this but I don’t give a fuck#I want it and I like it
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heaven ! fernando a. x ofc (mom!professional wrestler!canadian!ofc)
"i don't know how heaven could be better than this."
summary: everyone's talking about the hearth sisters, lester and their partners. but what about the original F1 it couple of the 2000s? OR beatrice anastasia 'trish' alonso is the only woman who can balance out fernando alonso's insanity with her calmness, and she happens to be the grid's crush of the season.
content warning: fluff, mentions of mclaren fernando, dad!fernando, family-centric (ish), possible use of explicit language, badly translated spanish, tim hortons references, 2023 canadian gp, f1 drivers are down bad, petty fernando at the very end, using 'trish stratus' (the actual ring name of the wrestler) as the ring name of oc
note: was writing third part of my max verstappen thing, worked on cmyc for a minute, thought about nando and that photo with the models, made these posts, had a breakdown. bon appetit xx
masterlist
2018 ROYAL RUMBLE - TRISH STRATUS TALKS ABOUT COMING BACK TO THE RING AS A WOMEN'S ROYAL RUMBLE ENTRANT
[1st image: i've definitely missed being in the ring. for the past few years i've been working back and forth in spain and canada- where my yoga studio is. i've been watching my husband, fernando, race throughout the years and we've been taking the kids along whenever we could.]
[2nd: i've told him (fernando) at some point that i've missed being out there and wrestling. months before, hunter (triple h) called me and wondered if i'd like to be a part of... this. i had never been so happy to hear that they want me to be a part of this very important event that will impact women's history at the professional wrestling industry. now here i am, participating in the first women's royal rumble.]
[3rd: it's been an eye opener for me, to be honest. i've met many women that are new here- some of them apparently grew up watching me alongside stephanie mcmahon and lita and the other ladies. i had never been this happy nefore because we never had the same platform as men - and back then, it wasn't as diverse in the women's division. so for me to be a part of this, so far, has been an absolute privilege. i will never ever waste any time spent here.]
[4th: my husband was more excited than i was *laughs*. throughout his break, he did everything a supportive spouse would have done. he took the kids to watch me train, we often did our workouts and yoga together, he was actually the one who suggested i wore these ring gears. he's highly excited to see me in the ring tonight - he even wore an old trish stratus merchandise that he bought years ago.]
[5th: he's supposed to be in uk for his sim racing practice, but he phoned me few days ago telling me that he was already flying in with our kids - one of which is a six month old - from spain. he said that "he didn't want to miss out on his wife making history again." so... here i am! making history with the most talented women in wwe, as my fernando wanted.]
2016 AUSTRALIAN GRAND PRIX - POST-RACE INTERVIEW WITH FERNANDO ALONSO
[1st image: i know that my mom and my wife are watching the tv, so i got out quite quickly.]
[2nd: trisha has been calling me every hour to see if i'm okay. i keep telling her that i'm okay but she doesn't believe me for one bit- i was like "what do you want me to do???" *laughs* but i am flying back to canada as soon as i can because i miss her and our son.]
[3rd: it's not the first time that has happened to me but now i know i have to make it out of such situation because i have a family. our son, frederico, is only 2. i still want to see him and his many siblings grow up, you know? this is the first time i've been scared (enough) because i promised to take him swimming when we go back to spain. so, yes. i would like to get out of australia as quickly as possible so i can rest with my wife and our son.]
tagged fernandoalo_oficial, lance_stroll, astonmartinf1
liked by tillywolff, estebanocon, carlossainzjr
user1 OMG !!! frederico was so little back then 😭
user2 what grade even is frederico in?
thetrishalonso fifth grade! he's turning 10 soon 🥰
astonmartinf1 when freddy and rey dressed for the occasion 💚 liked by thetrishalonso
thetrishalonso of course, green = lucky 🍀
user3 word on the street is that the drivers were drooling over you 😭 can you please confirm? landonorris pierregasly lance_stroll charles_leclerc
oscarpiastri "the source is i made it the fuck up" -user3
yukitsunoda0511 not true 👎
user3 oscarpiastri yukitsunoda0511 i literally didn't ask either of you 💀💀
user4 f1 drivers are obvious and down bad 🙅♀️
georgerussell63 thanks for visiting the mercedes garage! it's been a pleasure 😊
user5 oh no they're piling up...
carlossainzjr frederico y reyna estan bien grandes ahora! liked by thetrishalonso
thetrishalonso estoy tan preocupada de que lleguen a ser más altos que yo y su papá.
landonorris thank you for the selfie! i really liked spending time with you and the mini alonsos 😇
lance_stroll thank you so much for the iced capp this weekend! it definitely helped! liked by thetrishalonso
thetrishalonso of course, sweetheart 😘 anything for the aston martin crew!
mickschumacher the everything bagel was very good, thank you so much! teach us how to do the stratusfaction next time!
nyckdevries thank you for introducing tim hortons to us 🙃
estebanocon thank you so much for the timbits 😊 lance failed to be a canadian to us and never got us any the last canadian gp
schecoperez ¡encantado de verte, beatrice!
user6 she got the whole grid on a leash 😭 so girlboss of her
alo_oficial estoy tan feliz de que tú y los niños estuvieran aquí. te quiero mi reina 😍😍 liked by thetrishalonso
thetrishalonso love you too, mi hombre guapo 🥰
tagged thetrishalonso
liked charles_leclerc, pierregasly, landonorris
user1 LMAO YALL NEED TO APOLOGIZE TO FERNANDO 🤣
user2 fernando's bout to enter his dts villain era once more 😭
pierregasly very pretty! 😍
user3 not you having the audacity 🤠
landonorris so fine 🤪
user4 why are y'all asking for your death wish 😭😭
user5 fernando's on his way to wipe half of the grid, thanos style 🤌🥰 as he should
thetrishalonso you're going to have to work hard first then we'll talk babies 3,4 and 5 😘😜 liked by fernandoalo_oficial
fernandoalo_oficial challenge accepted, mi amor
user6 ugh parents 😫 if you need a dog hmu
translations !!! (what i wrote down in the translating app 💀)
frederico y reyna estan bien grandes ahora! = frederico and reyna are so big now!
estoy tan preocupada de que lleguen a ser más altos que yo y su papá = i'm so worried that they'll grow taller than me and their papa
¡encantado de verte, beatrice! = nice seeing you, beatrice!
estoy tan feliz de que tú y chicos estuvieran aquí. te quiero mi reina = i'm so happy you and the kids were here. i love you my queen
mi hombre guapo = my handsome man
solo mi esposa, frederico y reyna, y sus muchos más hermanos por venir = just my wife, frederico and reyna, and their many more siblings to come
#fernando alonso imagine#formula one fanfiction#formula one fic#formula one imagine#formula one x oc#formula one smau#f1 imagine#f1 crack#fernando alonso x oc#fernando alonso fic#fernando alonso x reader#fernando alonso fluff#formula one fluff#formula one dad#f1 instagram au#f1 ig au#f1 smau#f1 x y/n#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#f1 x oc#f1 x you
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How Human is your Animal?
Based on animalistic representation in Media. Ranging from anthropomorphic to everyday pet.
A tier list for your convenience
S Tier- Humans don’t exist here
Qualifications: the world has no humans, animals tend to walk on hind legs and participate in human like societies, most likely anthropomorphic but not required
Zootopia, Kung Fu Panda, Sing, Rise of the Planet of the Apes, Chicken Little, My Little Pony, Goofy Movie, Ducktales, Robin Hood, Angry Birds, Samurai Rabbit, Paws of Fury, Spiderhams Universe
A Tier- I see, a little co-op happening
Qualifications: the world has humans, humans acknowledge animals in some way, they can be hired/considered for jobs and/or are active in society. Might be considered mutants
Paddigton, Muppets, Stuart Little, The Bad Guys, Pinnocio, Shrek universe, Care Bears, the Bee Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3, and subsequently the entire MCU, Monsters Inc, Storks, Looney Tunes, TMNT, MHA, Yogi Bear, We Bare Bears, Chip N’ Dale: Rescue Rangers (2022), Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Hop, Wonderland, James and the Giant Peach, Hoodwinked, Mr. Peabody and Sherman, Ichabod and Toad, Sonic Movie
B Tier- Your getting suspiciously close
Qualifications: act more human like, perhaps develop a hidden society or walk on hind legs or plan elaborate heists, it’s just not quite right for an animal
Madagascar, Ice Age, Shark Tale, Surfs Up, Snoopy, Rescuers, SpongeBob, Ratatouille, Horton Hears a Who, Free Birds, Great Mouse Detective, Chicken Run, Flushed Away, Fantastic Mr. Fox, Tom and Jerry, Secret of Nym, Tale of Desperaeux, American Tail, Once Upon a Forest, Garfield, Over the Hedge, Rango
C Tier- Communication is key in fostering animal relationships
Qualifications: Perhaps by magical transformation or special gift or something that has always been kept a secret until now, these animals are able to talk to you
Cinderella, Tarzan, Jungle Book, Epic, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, Charlottes Web, Scooby Doo, Happy Feet, Snow White, Pete’s Dragon, Princess and the Frog, Aladdin, The Little Mermaid, Spies In Disguise, Emperors New Groove, Enchanted, Sophia the First, Peter Rabbit, Meet the Robinsons, Anastasia, Swan Princess, Dr. Dolittle, Leo, Up
D Tier- Oh look, it’s gaining complexity
Qualifications: although animals have been known to convey emotions nothing is more complex than creating Shakespearean like storylines. Humans take to the sidelines
Lion King, Finding Nemo, 101 Dalmatians, Bambi, Land Before Time, The Secret Life of Pets, Bugs Life, Oliver and Company, All Dogs go to Heaven, Lady and the Tramp, Fox and the Hound, Aristocats, Migration, Bolt, Dinosaur, The Good Dinosaur, Super Pets, Dumbo, Home in the Range, G-force, The Wild, Spirit, Rio, Curious George
F Tier- It’s all okay, animals are just animals here
Qualifications: Imagine your pet in a movie, that’s prolly what fits here. The everyday dog, or cat, or shark. Likely plays a part in the plot progression of the movie
Babe, Jurassic Park, Milo and Otis, Old Yeller, Life of Pi, Sword in the Stone, Beethoven, A Dogs Purpose, We Bought a Zoo, Pokémon, Dolphins Tale, Homeward Bound, The Black Stallion, Marley and Me, Jaws, King Kong, How to Train Your Dragon
Z Tier- So it doesn’t work like other places, but it works for you
Qualifications: a Universe with its own set of rules, perhaps jumping into a place outside of their own where rules seem just a little different. Who can say if it was real, or a dream?
Mary Poppins, Spiderverse, Fantasia, Mario Bros, Song of the South, Alice in Wonderland (cartoon), Calvin and Hobbes
Each placing is based on the highest human to animal ratio in universe even if that is one exception. This is for fun, don’t take it too seriously. You’re welcome to fill in anything you think is missing. If I mentioned one of your favorite movies you have to reblog, I don’t make the rules.
😉
#animals#animals in media#wabbystuffpost#rottmnt#media analysis#movies#universe lore#Disney#old Disney#mainstream media#obscure media#dreamworks#anthropomorphic#sorry I forgot Thumbalina#disney renaissance#franchises#Shrek#Httyd#little mermaid#zootopia#marvel studios#Netflix#the bee movie#MHA#ratatouille#curious George#snoopy#Garfield#scooby doo#the strangest collection of tags to be sure
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Hi! An idea of something you could write, if you wanted to... George Luz x Reader, they’re really close friends who both want more and the rest of Easy Co notice this. Maybe it can include something to do with reader really liking his Rhode Island accent? It’s okay of course if you don’t want to write it though! Thank you :)
I Can't Stop Feelin', I Want Her Love
Or, 5 times that George wonders what exists between the two of you, plus the one time he knows for sure
George Luz x reader
A/N: Hi there, Anon! You sent this way back in January, but I've finally finished it 🤗 Thank you for your patience, and for the request - I hope you like it! Fic title comes from "She Wants Me (To Be Loved)" by The Happy Fits
(This is written for the fictional depictions from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!)
Warnings: smoking, mentions of war
One
The first time Luz sees you, it’s just a flash. Easy Company is running Currahee – again – and he’s got his eyes fixed firmly on the trail below him, careful not to let some sneaky tree root or loose rock send him sprawling onto the hard ground. He only looks up when the people in front of him migrate towards the right side of the trail as the heavy sound of footsteps approaches.
Easy Company can’t be blamed if they slow down a bit at the sight of the approaching group. In the few days since they arrived at Camp Toccoa, hardly anyone has seen the Parachute Regiment’s Women’s Division. Yet here they come, right down the mountain, with few of them bothering to send even so much as a passing glance at the men.
And there you come, your eyes fixed straight ahead. Your face set in a serious expression, George can’t help but picture you as the goddess of war. The thought has no sooner crossed his mind than you glance over at him – and smile.
His breath hitches in his throat. He returns the gesture, and then, in a split second, you’re gone as you and the rest of the Women’s Division pass. The only thing that stops George from turning to watch you go is that Captain Sobel is right behind him.
Out of sight does not equal out of mind. Your smile burns bright in his mind for the rest of the run. With it comes a question (Who was that?) and a determined thought (I’ve got to find out).
Two
And find out he does.
Several of the Easy Company men jokingly say that the day that the Women’s Division was absorbed by their company was the best day of their lives. When George says it, though, he’s being completely serious. Because that’s what brings you together.
“How do you expect to slay the Huns with dusty jump wings?” George asks in an imitation of Captain Sobel’s voice. Toye smiles, but George is more interested in the way that you press your lips together, trying to suppress a laugh. The effort doesn’t stop the smile that reaches your eyes, though.
“Oh, go on (Y/N),” he teases. “It’s okay to laugh. It’s not like he’s here.” And, more importantly, he wants to hear the laugh that he’s come to know so well since meeting you.
You shake your head, still smiling. “Luz, if I laugh it’ll only encourage you.”
“As if he needs it,” Toye mutters into his drink.
George takes a swipe at his friend’s arm. No malice in it, yet Luz tries for a serious expression. “Come on, Joe, you know you like my impressions.”
“I think everyone does.” You glance around the room full of paratroopers. “Or they seem to, anyway. The Captain Horton impression definitely won you some fans.”
Everyone. Does that include you? George is crafting together a sly sentence to ask when he notices Toye giving him an expectant look. He glances between Luz, who’s looking at you, and you, still gazing out at the room full of your fellow paratroopers.
What? George tries to ask with raised brows.
Toye only shrugs, expression inscrutable as always.
He doesn’t ask either of his questions. Knocking back his drink, he smiles and moves on.
Three
Meeting up with the others in the company after the jump is a weight off of George’s shoulders, but he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t the most relieved to see you.
You smack him on the shoulder as you approach, smile bright when he turns to face you. “Well, well, well. Fancy seeing you here.”
George cocks an eyebrow. “Sorry, do I know you?”
“Hmmm, maybe. You look like someone I once knew, oh, about a lifetime ago, back in the States.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” He leans back against the concrete steps that other Easy men and women are lounging on. Opening his pack of cigarettes, he offers you one before placing his own between his lips and lighting it. “So, you come here often?”
Blowing smoke from the side of your mouth, you smile in a way that reminds him of a movie star.
This is a joke, George tells himself. A running gag. If only he could tell his heart that. Because you’ve got a mysterious look on your face that’s got him wondering what you’re going to say next –
“Je-sus Christ!” Guarnere sighs. Though he sounds frustrated, he laughs as he elbows Toye beside him. “Can these two kiss already?!”
Several paratroopers laugh. A few – mostly your fellow women – groan, telling him to mind his own business.
“What?” Bill, for his part, does seem genuinely confused as to where he’s gone wrong. “They’d be cute together.”
No duh, George thinks. He glances at you.
You’ve dropped the bit, though. Not looking at George any longer, you grind out your cigarette and strike up a conversation with the girl beside you instead.
The moment is gone.
Four
Jokes run dry in Bastogne. Luckily, smiles do not.
Despite it all, you somehow always seem to have a smile to pass in George’s direction. In those moments, it doesn’t matter if the frozen world of foxholes and artillery fire lacks blankets, food, and heating, because George is convinced that your grin could singlehandedly melt all the snow away and usher spring into the forest.
Today’s smile, though, doesn’t quite make it to your eyes.
You catch Luz’s eye in the miserable excuse for a chow line. He would usually smile back. He attempts to, at least. The corners of his mouth are heavy as he tries to lift them. The most he manages can only honestly be described as something of a grimace.
No one else is doing much smiling either, he notices. Ever since the night before, when Muck and Penkala . . .
That night, half asleep, when he feels someone drop down into the foxhole beside him, George sighs without opening his eyes.
“Lip, I said that I was okay to be left alone.”
“Well, Lip might let you get away with that weak excuse, but I won’t.”
George’s eyes snap open. The two of you stare at each other through the darkness that is settling over the forest.
“(Y/N)! I thought you were – “
“Sergeant Lipton? Yeah, I gathered as much.”
“What are you doing here?”
Upon entering Bastogne, it was made blatantly clear that fraternization would not be tolerated. More precisely, the explicit order was that male and female paratroopers were not meant to be sharing foxholes. For the most part, everyone has followed that order, or been willing to look the other way for those who haven’t followed this new rule. Yet here you are.
You shrug, like it’s nothing. “Didn’t think you should be out here alone. We don’t have to talk about it, or anything,” you’re quick to add. “I just – I wanted you to know that I’m here.”
Here carries more weight than your physical presence in this moment.
For the second time, George tries for a smile. “Thank you, (Y/N).”
You manage your own tightlipped smile. “Of course, Luz. You would do the same for me.”
He would. He’s glad you know that.
Five
Whatever higher power exists, They must be trying to make up for everything that happened in Bastogne. Having you placed on supply duty with George is definitely a start.
Things are different, for everyone, since coming out of the Ardennes. Whatever relationship exists between you and George – platonic or otherwise – feels altered, too. You’re seldom apart from each other. Jokes fly back and forth between you as you sort rations. Other paratroopers might exchange glances whenever they’re around the two of you, but no one makes any more comments about whatever it might be that the two of you have.
“Hey.”
Alone with you, George looks up from his clipboard, pen hovering over his list of provisions. You swing your dominant hand down and back, ready to toss something in an underhanded throw. George sets his clipboard aside just in time to catch whatever zips through the air.
A pristine Hershey bar. He gazes down at the wrapper in wonder.
“I thought that we were out of these?”
You shrug. “Don’t tell Liebgott.” Then, you go back to your sorting as if nothing has happened.
A girl who’s willing to break the fraternization rules of Bastogne, and who’s willing to sneak George one of the most coveted items from the rations? All for him?
If you both make it through the rest of this war, George decides, he’ll have to . . . To what, exactly?
Well, something. Once, way back in Toccoa, you said you liked the sound of his accent. Maybe he can convince you to move to Rhode Island with him and hear it all the time.
Wishful thinking. But later, when he catches you glancing over at him while he sorts through a new box of supplies, he amends that thought. Maybe not.
+ One
Winning a baseball game has never felt so good.
The other team doesn’t even really lose, as far as Easy Company is concerned. The war is over. They’re all going home. Everyone is a winner.
The obligatory shaking of hands and extolling of other players’ efforts breaks into all-out celebration. Wide smiles brighter than the afternoon sunshine warm the playing field. Men and women alike hug and talk a million miles an hour, planning for what comes next, planning for the rest of their lives – which suddenly span wide ahead of them, long, safe, and full of promise.
George’s smile only grows, if that’s even possible, when he sees you.
“Good game, (Y/L/N).” He offers you his hand to shake, trying to act goofily formal, just because he knows that it’s a voice that is sure to elicit a smile and a laugh from you; it always has before.
You smile, as expected, but take a firm grip on George’s hand, pulling him in for a tight hug instead.
The radioman’s brain takes a second to catch up to what’s happening. He’s only just started to melt into your embrace, to enjoy it, to realize that this is the first time you’ve ever done this, when you pull away all too soon.
It’s not the end, though. A gentle hand caresses the back of George’s neck. Your eyes close and you lean forward. Automatically, George does the same. Your lips collide. Thank God your eyes are closed, or you would see how pink his cheeks have turned.
“Finally!” Someone nearby cheers. Is it this that they’re talking about? Or the end of this long war?
When you pull back, you’re smiling wider than George has ever seen.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” you admit breathlessly.
His heart trips over itself in his chest. Everything he considered back in Haguenau comes rushing back to him.
“Say, (Y/N),” George begins before he can stop himself. “Can I ask you a question?”
#george luz#george luz x reader#band of brothers#band of brothers x reader#band of brothers fanfic#band of brothers imagine#my writing
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Martell Week: Character of the Day: Elia Martell
Tag list: @adriennegabriella @morby @wingsoftheangels @candycanes19 @tashastrange89 @elvinaa
(A/N: Going an AU route with this one. As someone who like Elia has, chronic illness; I wanted to write something on this. I’m not planning on having this as a self-insert but I’m basing certain things off my issues. Character won’t be named or described.)
TW: Medical talk, wanting to give up (not the hard S, you two are just tired.), mention of cheating and death.
Song inspired: “Aerith’s Theme” from Final Fantasy VII
Character of the Day: Elia Martell
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“Elia, how are you?” I asked.
It was shockingly a good energy day for us both. We found ourselves at a Tim Hortons having something to drink. The smell of the mocha ice capp filled my noise, made sure to have extra chocolate in it.
“Hey you, I’m okay today. How about yourself?” She asked in returned.
The weather was warm, so at least our anemia won’t start making it cold for us. Elia took a sip of her iced tea and I could see she was trying to smile through a storm in her body. Both of us born premature, but our conditions differ a lot.
“To be honest, I’m just tired of it all. I don’t want to die, but I just want to sleep till they make a cure for everything. I can’t regulate my thyroid; I’ve only done it once… so now the Endo, thinks I have not just Hashi’s, not just hypo, but also hyper! Honestly, between the medication, the blood work, the side effects, and everything, I just…”
“I understand, and then when they tell you “it’s going to be okay.” a part of you feels like they’re lying. They don’t understand what people like me and, you go through every second of our lives. Then again, we don’t understand either. So, the point is moot.”
Elia, she must have had a rough morning though with the kids; she didn’t even braid her hair like she normally would.
“How’s Rhaenys and Aegon? I’m guessing their Father is watching them?”
Meaning Rhaegar, I don’t like using his name or talking about him. I mean he cheated on Elia, how does someone forgive that?
“Yes, he is. It’s his day to have the children anyways. So I guess it works out for me.” She semi-chuckled.
“Your heart?” I asked.
Elia’s eyes tried to give some spark of hope; I knew it was bad news.
“They still don’t know what’s going on. They tried an echo-cardiogram but they found nothing. I nearly dropped to the floor twice yesterday.”
Yikes!
They really need to find out what’s causing this and soon. I’m worried she’s going to hit her head and those children won’t have their Mom around. I feel her take my hand in hers, I could see her trying to hold back tears.
She’s scared.
I don’t blame her one bit.
“All I feel that I can do is say that “I’m sorry” but honestly, we both got to be fed up hearing that phrase. I don’t know what I can do for you to be okay as best as you can feel.”
“Just still be my friend. Knowing I’m not alone, helps at times.”
I nodded, if that’s what it takes, I can try. She knows we can’t make promises; some of us just can’t keep them. If we do, nine-times out of ten, we have to cancel last second. For us just to meet together today was a big thing.
We both drink our drinks in silence.
Moments past, the sounds of the shop filled our ears; the smell of the cafe woke people up and the two of us were thinking of what to say next.
Both of us probably already wanting to go back to sleep.
“What was your panel?” She asked.
“My T4 was normal, it’s the TSH was high. About 36.88.”
“How do you feel though?”
“Believe it or not, I’m fine. I feel “normal” I suppose. I’m not tired or losing hair any different or whatever else. I just been having a hard time eating and honestly taking the meds at times.”
“Please tell me you didn’t cause this.”
“Why my thyroid is effed? I can’t tell you anymore, I don’t know. I’m more worried about my mental health half the time.”
Elia squeezed my hand lightly, trying to get me to smile. I can’t smile at this, the fact that my body is ill like this and I’m not sure if I’m at fault or not, really does suck.
“Yours?” I asked.
“It’s a little under but I hope the new dosage helps.” She smiled.
“Yeah, for sure, you need your energy basically watching over the children. At least Oberyn and Doran are helping as well. They’re both good men.”
“I do love my brothers, Oberyn though is my favorite; out of all my family, he supports me the most.”
I felt a pang of envy in my heart, her family loves and cares about her. My Father...not so much at times. It took him years to believe in my depression and anxiety. Elia could tell something was wrong, her facal expression showed it.
Sorrow…
“I’m fine, I’m honestly happy for you. It just sucks that not everyone’s accepting like Oberyn and Doran are.”
“I agree with you; just because your Father doesn’t see your illnesses doesn’t mean it’s not there. It’s real just like us, it exists like us, but it haunts us.”
We both pause, feeling like time stopped. We both finished our drinks and tossed them into the trash, before sitting back down.
“Will you be alright?” Her voice cut gently.
“I will be, I’m just used to it by now. I’ve had certain issues from a young age and the thyroid didn’t get put on paper till a few weeks before my fifteenth birthday. Picture this, you get home from a wonderful vacation with your Father; you go into the doctors and they tell you, you have this issue and basically you’re stuck on meds forever, it messes with everything in your system. Seriously, this sucks, but I’m just so used to it by now; what people say to me doesn’t even phase me anymore.”
Elia didn’t say anything. I could tell she was taking in what I had said.
“But you’re here, you’re dealing with it.”
“So are you.”
She’s right…
We are.
“Your hopes and dreams matter, of course I could go into the whole “Life gets better” and such, but we don’t always want to hear it. That’s fine...do you remember how I asked if we could both do this thing? That list about reasons to keep going.”
“Yeah, I wrote mine on my phone.”
I take my phone out and go to note pad. I noticed she took out her notebook and sat it in front of her. She asked me to list at least three things before we met next, I guess we were both able to do it.
“Okay we’ll trade off. I’ll go first. First reason to keep going is to love my children and be a good Mother.”
“That’s a real sweet one. Okay first reason to keep going, to find a partner.”
I blushed, but I’m lonely. It didn’t matter if it was platonic or romantic at this part; but I knew that would be years later. I have to work on myself first.
“Second reason is to support my brothers when they’re dealing with something.”
“Elia, c’mon, you could have had the first one just be “family” and called it a day!”
The two of us laughed; she knew I had a point, but we both did need the laugh. I’m thankful for her friendship. Elia was always that person who would pour her heart and soul into life; she truly loved her family.
Damn you, Rhaegar, you fuck up.
“Reason two, to kick the ever living crap out of Rhaegar. Listen, if he wasn’t happy, he should have just told you and do something about it. That’s not right what he pulled; did he even ask for an open marriage or whatever before you found out?”
There’s nothing wrong with polyamory, open marriages, ect, but for the love of the gods!
“No, he didn’t. To say the least Oberyn and Doran want to throw hands,” Elia laughed. “Okay, seriously, last reason. To actually have a good life.”
Honestly, that was a reasonable thing. It would be hard but you know, sometimes we don’t know what life has planned for us. I just hope she doesn’t see her last sunrise before achieving this. With being chronically ill, it’s like our bodies are time bombs, depending on what’s going on with the person. With my thyroid issue, my thyroid is slowly dying because the white blood cells are attacking it.
“Yours?”
Oh right…
“To see my favorite band in concert for the third time.”
I could see her smile at that; to her it was a good one. The rest of the time, we talked; we talked about old memories, we cried, laugh and just tried to live for the moment. But little did I know was…
This would be the last time I’d see Elia.
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Possibly one of my favourite things about X Files is that for a show about people who are supposed to be very dedicated to Understanding Weird Happenings, they will let some truly bonkers stuff just go completely unexamined.
In 1:20 (Tooms) a retired policeman senses (?guesses?) that a body is buried under a specific section of concrete that was poured decades earlier and famously skeptical Scully does not even slightly question it, just gets to digging. I need to emphasize that he doesn't even look around, just wheels over to a particular spot and shouts that it's there. Hunch, my ass.
In 3:2 (Paper Clip), Scully sees (or at least hears) apparently dozens of aliens the size of toddlers run past her in the dark and does not think to mention it to Mulder despite the fact that they've revealed a secret exit that just leads directly outside (despite the hoops they had to jump through to get into the other end of the tunnel, this exit is a door that wouldn't stand up to a crowbar, it might as well be the back door of a Tim Horton's). In the same moment, Mulder sees an absolutely fuck off massive ship flying silently over the facility which does not come up again. Neither of them mention either of these things to Skinner when they see him in the next scene.
In 3:22 (Quagmire) the thing that's eating everyone turns out to be an alligator and, now, there are certainly alligators in parts of Georgia, where this episode takes place, but given that fucking nobody in this episode suggests alligator until Mulder unloads a clip of bullets into it suggests this is not one of those places, but. NO ONE ASKS WHERE IT CAME FROM OR HOW IT GOT THERE. We are just expected to be satisfied with this deus ex alligator! This is my favourite insane thing to be totally overlooked because it's such an entirely unsatisfactory ending to what's happened the rest of the episode. Did it just wander up there? Was it dumped? Did someone plant it there to kill the local tourism economy? The lake is clearly a centre of swimming, pleasure boating, etc, so it's clearly not just an ambient alligator. Why do the attacks get closer and closer to shore? Did it eat all the frogs? Was it systematically exterminating just that one frog species or are there no frogs left at the lake at all? Like, I just have so many questions.
Anyways I'm only in Season 4 so I'm sure there are more of these to come.
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[BLOG] hints of the existence of parasocial interaction and cancel culture in fontaine's trials
This is initially a thread I posted on twitter! I had a lot of thoughts regarding about how Fontaine showcases their interpretation of justice and I wanted to write my two cents about it ^^
WARNING: This post will include ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS for Fontaine's Archon Quest. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (Don't blame me if you decided to press read more and get spoiled.)
Court trials are treated and are seen as entertainment or as an opera for the people in Fontaine and while they do let both sides prove their case whether to defend or to prosecute someone, the oratrice is influenced by how the audience reacts to each argument made.
Parasocial Interaction according to the internet, is a term coined by Horton and Wohl in 1956 to refer to a kind of psychological relationship experienced by members of an audience in their mediated encounters with certain performers in the mass media, particularly on television.
In our case, this is through the public case trials that are held inside of the Opera House and also written reports from the Steambird that are read by the general public.
In Travails, Dainsleif narrates that the God of Justice lives for the spectacle of the courtroom and in the Overture trailer, Furina is dissatisfied and is wanting to see a “real twist” to happen.
During the start of the Archon Quest, we get to hear how the citizens of Fontaine discuss court cases to the point that Paimon had mistaken that they were discussing a fictional play when in fact, they were discussing an actual court case that happened a few days ago.
In real life, whenever a court case involving a celebrity is publicized, it is common to see loyal fans of said celebrity to defend them without knowing the true person beneath their public persona and despite not knowing them personally.
At the mentioned interaction earlier, Paimon also questioned if it was really alright to treat cases like it was a form of public entertainment, in which the Fontaine citizen replied, “You could say that we just don't want to waste the moving stories behind those cases.” Which is also how the media would do everything to milk every single detail for a publicized court case, after all, the people do deserve to know what goes on in the courtroom, every single detail must be enticing and interesting enough for the audience to be engrossed in the issues at hand.
I’m glad that we can also see and hear the audience’s reactions during court trials whenever we present an argument that would shift the public’s opinion on the case while the Oratrice is influenced by these opinions to make a verdict.
While trials in Fontaine aren’t supposed to reflect how a trial is held in real life, it was written in a way where the audience would feel connected and immersed in every detail that happens, keeping them on the edge of who would remain victorious and who would be defeated in the trial. I haven’t played the Ace Attorney series myself but I do see some pointing out that the trials are written akin to an Ace Attorney game.
When we play through Lyney’s trial, Furina reveals that the twins were members of the Fatui, which led to the audience coming to their own conclusion that they were indeed the perpetrators of the crime based on the notation that the Fatui are the bad guys. The more evidence that Furina presents to the audience to prosecute the twins, they believed her and agreed with her points. But whenever we present a more convincing argument, the crowd will instantly agree with us right away. Because there is no jury in Fontaine’s court trials, you can even say that the citizens of Fontaine are the jury as their opinions, belief in justice and feelings would influence the final verdict.
There are people who question if this kind of system is right and just, like the twins who wanted to investigate how the Oratrice worked and how it could deliver verdicts accurately, and Navia, who dislikes how the system worked after her father was falsely accused of a murder. Now that we are on the topic of Navia, I think Act II of the Archon Quest does indeed highlight the flaw of Fontaine’s justice system and that is, obviously, their treatment of each trial as an opera.
Because Fontaine’s justice system is so sensationalized by the public and many treat the people involved in cases as characters, Navia’s father, Callas was once loved by the public but after he was accused of murder, many turn their backs on him and she comments that people like to watch the evil turn into new leaf, while also enjoying good people fall into the abyss from one slip up.
Just as we enjoy our fictional characters to go through redemption or corruption arcs in stories. Because one bad thing was accused of the person, many forget that the person is still human. This can also apply to how internet culture works nowadays and the rise of cancel culture.
So, how does this affect the Archon Quest? I think that with the first two acts, they’ve done a great job at establishing that one of the main focuses in Fontaine’s society as a whole is how they view justice will be one of the turning points of the chapter. The people’s reliance and trust on the Oratrice’s power reminded me of previous nations like the Akasha system for Sumeru and Rex Lapis’ yearly instructions for the people of Liyue.
I’m not the first person to point out that Fontaine is indeed just social media recreated in Genshin but it is interesting how they decided to utilize these themes into their writing. This has become rambling but I don’t really care. I'm so glad that the Genshin writing team has stepped up on their game and I am satisfied with how the first two acts of Fontaine were! There were some flaws but it was worth the 3 year wait.
If you reached this far, thank you for reading my little ramble about Fontaine's Archon Quest! I'll be publishing a character analysis and theory on Furina and also Neuvillette very soon. ^^ I hope you guys look forward to it!
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i became a huge hockey fan around 2010, with Zdeno Chara captaining the Slovak hockey team at the olympics. I was watching some random olympic hockey game in the middle of the day and the reporter mentioned Chara, called him one of the best players in the NHL, and said he was the captain of the Boston Bruins. I don't know why this particular moment stuck with me but it's when i fell in love with the game I know that.
I watched religiously for the next decade, and I will always consider the team i loved the most and connected with the most was that core from 2011-2013. We have now reached the time though where that team is almost completely gone.
Seguin was the up and coming rookie. Marchand was the little 3rd line rate. The top line was Horton-Krejci-Lucic, two men who would kick your face in while the other scored. The Merlot line was iconic, Gregory Campbell played on a broken leg, Shawn Thornton would let you pick the hand he'd beat the fuck out of you with. Johnny Boychuk got a penalty shot and the entire bench laughed, Claude Julien had to glare at them like a room full of rambunctious school children. Adam McQuaid was the definition of a purely defensive defenseman who scored the series clinching goal in game 4 against the penguins. Dennis Seidenberg was Chara's sidekick, the german hammer. Tuukka Rask lost the starting position to Tim Thomas, then got it back and became the greatest bruins goalie of all time. Andrew Ference gave the canadiens the finger and then claimed his glove stuck that way.
And slowly, they've retired. My team is gone. The team that I loved so desperately is disappearing. When Thornton retired, I cried. but at least we got to hear about his retirement. Horton faded away. Lucic has had his name dragged through the mud as he moves further and further from that top line guy we had. Ference captained one of the worst oilers teams in history and quietly was brushed aside.
Now Chara's gone, a player I referred to as my dad for fucking years, even to my actual dad. Seguin is one of the highest paid players in the NHL (in actual dollars not cap hit), but not for the bruins. Krejci left but then came back to give it one more shot and that shot is over. Bergeron just wanted one more year to see if he could do it and they couldn't. Just Marchand is left standing from that team. That little rat, that rookie who made the league because he was so hate-able and then stuck around because he was so good. Who everyone thought was just a shit stirrer that worked because bergeron worked, until they saw him play with Crosby and now he's one of the best players in the league in people's eyes.
I love that team, i love that era more than anything. But it finally feels like it's truly over and gone. Don't get me wrong i love these bruins, i love the young guys and the energy they have. I love that it still feels like the same team even with so many different players. But it's over. My era was on it's last legs before, but now, after that game, it feels like it's genuinely over. it's the end. i'm sad but i'm glad i got to see it.
#bruins lb#i have so many feelings#i cried so hard when thornton retired#but that was the first real one i felt#now i've seen it so long that it doesn't get me as much#but it feels bigger#final
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[Masterlist] [on ao3]
George Luz x OC
George and Phyllis finally meet again!
Warnings: Depictions of war, mentions of injury and death, blood.
Tagging: @next-autopsy, of course!
As always, this fic is entirely about the fictionalized representations of the men of Easy Company that we see on the show. I mean no disrespect to the real men by writing this.
No tired sigh, no rolling eye, no irony - Part 7
Jumping into Holland goes exactly according to plan and then completely off the rails.
Nuenen is a wake-up call after they’ve let themselves become complacent in Eindhoven, celebrating with the locals as if they’d already won the war. Nuenen, and the weeks following their hasty and humiliating retreat, make it very clear that that’s not the case.
Autumn in Holland is dreary and boring, long stretches of sitting around interrupted by the occasional skirmish with scattered German troops - until the battle at the crossroads happens, and a few Germans turn into two whole battalions of SS.
Afterwards, George is still busy figuring out if he's got all his limbs and no extra holes when he hears about battalion CP.
"Apparently, battalion CP got completely overrun, and they managed to hit battalion HQ as well, and pretty hard," he overhears Nixon telling Winters when he passes by them, and he can't help but stop and interject.
"How hard? I mean who..." He can't bring himself to outright ask about casualties, the word too final to say out loud.
"Apparently, Major Horton's dead. Apart from that, I haven't heard anything specific." Winters studies him for a moment with those piercing eyes of his, and something on George's face must have given away his racing thoughts. "Is there anyone in particular you want to know about? Someone you know at battalion HQ?"
George nods, and Winters' tired face softens a little.
"We could use a restock on our ammo. If you don't mind helping with supplies, Captain Nixon can take you over there when he links up with battalion."
Nixon seems momentarily surprised but then nods.
"Come on then, Luz. Let's find a jeep."
George is quiet on the drive over and glad that Nixon’s driving - he’s much too nervous to focus on the road. He only heard that Phyllis arrived in Holland two weeks ago, although this time he knew beforehand that she would be joining them here. Her words about staying far behind the line come back to him, the ones she tried to reassure him with when they met on the beach in Normandy.
George scoffs. So much for that.
She'd promised him the same thing again, in the note she had managed to deliver to him right before the Market Garden jump: That she'd follow behind them with some other battalion staff, but that she'd stay far behind the lines and provide a link between the front and the logistical centers in better secured areas.
And now here he is, racing towards an apparently overrun battalion HQ and hoping against hope that she won't be there.
When they arrive at battalion HQ, it's to find the place in absolute shambles.
Several buildings around the farm estate are badly damaged, walls crumbling and wooden beams smoldering. There’s debris strewn all over the courtyard, including a still-smoking Sherman tank. Even the bodies have not yet been buried, only hastily piled into a cart and covered with a tarp. Men are hastening about, trying to deal with half a dozen pressing matters at once. Some are bleeding though still on their feet, some being treated in a makeshift aid station in one of the less damaged buildings.
The highest ranking officer they can find is a very frazzled-looking Lieutenant.
“Major Horton's dead.”
“We know. Any other casualties?”
“Two more dead, a few injured - we’re still counting. Oh, and a few orderlies aren't accounted for yet." The way he adds it, like an afterthought, makes George's hackles rise.
"Is anyone searching for them?" He asks, aware that his tone is not the correct one for addressing a superior officer and not giving a damn.
"Do I look like I know what anyone is doing right now?"
George is about to snap that he looks like he should know, judging by the bars on his collar, but Nixon cuts him off before he can.
"Private Luz and I can organize a search. We aren't needed back with Easy just yet."
The Lieutenant gratefully accepts the offer and finally decides to be at least a little helpful.
"The non-combatants were sent away from the main building to that building on the other side of the estate. It has a cellar that's been used as a makeshift shelter. They might still be waiting there for the all-clear."
Nixon and George set off in the direction of the man's outstretched arm. The second they’re out of earshot, Nixon quips:
"You're welcome by the way - for keeping you from insulting an officer."
"I wasn't...How did you..." George sputters.
"You have a very expressive face." Nixon explains. They walk a few steps in silence. "I take it this is about that female orderly of Sink's? The logistics whiz?"
George feels a flash of pride at hearing Phyllis described as a "logistics whiz", makes a mental note to tell her she's built herself a reputation with a capable officer like Nixon - then he looks over and sees the gleam in the other man's eyes.
"It's not like that. She's a friend."
Nixon gives a nonchalant half-shrug.
"It's none of my business." Something in the not-quite-hidden smirk on the officer's face tells George that he doesn't fully mean the words, but then they've arrived at the farmhouse and their conversation stops short.
The left side of the building has collapsed, leaving behind nothing but a pile of rubble, parts of it still smoking softly.
"The cellar entrance could be in the back, or on the other side," Nixon says, all mirth gone from his voice. "Let's circle round."
George follows the instruction gratefully, trying hard to keep his mind absolutely empty and focused only on the task of finding any sign of the bomb shelter doors.
All too soon, he's made it to the back and runs into Nixon again, who's completed the circle from the other side. He shakes his head, too weak for words.
"Alright," Nixon says grimly, turning to walk back to the front of the building. "Let's start digging."
So they dig, moving bricks and shattered timber with their bare hands until they can hear something - voices, drifting up through the pile of rubble.
“You hear that? We must be getting close.”
George nods, not yet daring to believe Nixon’s right.
But it turns out he is: A few more handfuls of debris moved and they can see the trap door built into the side of the building that must be leading into the cellar. Half of it is collapsed, and through the hole in the wooden door, a dust-coated young man is peering up at them.
“Oh thank God, we were afraid we’d never get out.”
Quickly, they clear the door enough to heave it open and haul out the young man. He stumbles away while two more follow, one holding the other up with an arm over his shoulder, and then… nothing.
“Where’s Phyllis?” George calls after them. One ignores him, the other one turns and gestures vaguely towards the cellar before continuing to drag his injured comrade away.
Without thinking, George clambers over the rubble and down the stairs, tripping and sliding down the last few steps. He doesn’t care about the danger of running into a potentially unstable building, doesn’t care about Captain Nixon yelling behind him. There’s barely any light in here, but in the little daylight that filters in through the door, he can see a mound in the corner opposite the door that looks out of place and somewhat person-shaped.
Heart pounding in his chest, he makes his way over to find that the mound is indeed a person, and not just any person - it’s Phyllis, he finds when he sinks to his knees by her side and carefully turns her by the shoulder.
“Phyllis!”, he breathes, throat tight for a moment until she begins to twitch, lets out a moan, and her eyes flutter open.
For a moment, they scan the dim room disorientedly, then they focus on his face.
“George?”
Her voice is hoarse, she's coated in a fine layer of white dust, and there’s a dark, wet spot on her head that suspiciously looks like blood.
But she’s alive.
“Yeah, it’s me. How are you? Are you hurt?"
She struggles to sit upright and he helps her with an arm behind her shoulder, looking over her in search of any injuries he hadn’t noticed yet. She’s doing the same thing, as if unsure herself.
"I don't think so." She sounds dazed, worryingly so, and then suddenly lurches forward. For a moment, he thinks she has to throw up, then he realizes she’s trying to stand up.
“Careful, sweetheart. Let’s take it slow, alright?”
He keeps an arm around her shoulder while he takes his canteen off his belt, opens it and holds it to her lips.
"Here, take a sip. It’ll help."
She does eagerly, followed by another, and then she starts gulping the water down in earnest.
"Slowly, now. There's enough, take your time."
She struggles to keep up with his instructions, one hand gripping his arm and the other clumsily grasping for the canteen. Only when it's empty does she let up, and George clips it back to his belt.
“Now, do you think you can stand? We need to get you out of here so we can take a proper look at your head.”
He clambers to his feet, then bends down, hooks his arm around her waist and hauls her to her feet, making sure to have a solid stand in case he needs to steady her. Her pained moan slices through him like a bayonet.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s just a few steps, I promise, and then you can rest.”
She sways a little but stays upright, and he slings her arm around his shoulder and slowly navigates her towards the entrance.
They reach it just as Nixon and a medic approach from above, peering through the shelter doors. Between the three of them, they carefully manoeuvre Phyllis into the fresh air, where the medic bids her sit on a nearby pile of bricks. He inspects her head while George hovers, Phyllis’ hand still clutched in his.
“She should get to the aid station, she might have a concussion. A few days’ bedrest and observation wouldn’t hurt.”
“She can hear you,” Phyllis points out, her voice still weak but with that unmistakable iron core that he’s come to know from her. George could have laughed out lout with relief, and behind the medic, he sees Nixon stifle a grin.
The medic continues treating her head injury, liberally sprinkling it in Sulfa, and her hand tightens around George’s. He doesn’t mind - if that’s all he can do for her right now, he’ll happily do it.
Once her head is bandaged, George insists on helping her over to the aid station himself, where he doesn’t rest until he’s made sure she’s as comfortable as possible on the narrow field hospital cot, and then makes every single nurse and doctor promise that they’ll take good care of her, monitor her for a possible concussion, and not let her get out of the aid station even if she insists on it (he has a feeling that once the first daze passes, Phyllis will be very opposed to ‘a few days’ bedrest’).
After several subtle hints that they should get going, Nixon finally gets impatient and outright orders him to leave, and George has to tamp down on a flash of murderous rage.
It helps that Phyllis is smiling at him softly.
“Go on, I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I’ll let you know as soon as I’m out of the aid station, alright?”
“You better. And no busting out, you hear me? You’ll stay here as long as the doctor says you have to.”
“I will. Now will you stop fussing? I think Captain Nixon is about one step away from court martialling you.”
George shrugs. He couldn’t care less about the chain of command right now. Still, now Phyllis looks worried, and that’s the last thing he wants. Besides, she looks like she really could use the rest. So he only reaches out to give her hand one last, gently squeeze before he straightens up.
“Stay safe, alright? And listen to the doctors.”
She nods, smiling drowsily, and it’s such a beautiful sight - blood and dust and all - that George has to force himself to walk away.
The sharp edge to Captain Nixon’s usually so cheerful voice when he calls Luz’ name again helps a little.
“You’re lucky I have such a big heart. Dick would have disciplined you for insubordination ten minutes ago,” he grumbles, and George wisely doesn’t protest - he’s probably right.
They make their way over to the jeep, now loaded with ammo Nixon must have procured while he was looking after Phyllis, and George is glad when Nixon takes the driver’s seat. Now that he knows Phyllis is safe, he can practically feel the adrenaline accumulated over the past hours drain from him. Between the battle and now the search, he must have been on his feet for more than twenty-four hours. Still, George doesn’t regret coming here for a second. After all, if he hadn’t asked about the orderlies, if Nixon hadn’t offered they’d search for them, if he hadn’t found Phyllis in that cellar and gotten her out - would anyone have? How long would it have taken for them to notice she was missing? For the other orderlies to look after her wounds? The thought makes him nauseous, almost as much as the memory of her lying on the floor, still and bloody.
It doesn’t take long for Nixon to notice how quiet George is, caught up in his brooding.
“What's got you all mopey?”, he asks. “You defeated two companies of SS and saved the girl. You should be celebrating!”
The cheer in Nixon's voice is forced but under different circumstances, George would still be glad for the excuse to return to his usual optimistic self. Right now, he can't be bothered.
“They're not treating her right!”, he bursts out. “That Lieutenant was barely aware she was missing. And the other orderlies practically pushed her aside to get out of that cellar. They should be ashamed of themselves.”
To his credit, Nixon ponders the words for a while before he replies.
“Well, she wanted to do a man's job. She can't have any preferential treatment now. Just because she's a woman doesn't mean they won't treat her like any other man.”
“But that's just it, they don't treat her like any of the men. No man in Easy would have left a fellow trooper behind the way they did. They just don't respect her. They don't even listen to her. Did you know she once had to transport a bunch of furniture and they refused to give her a truck?”
It doesn't take any coaxing for the whole story to come pouring out of him, followed by many others that have slipped out when Phyllis has had a bit to drink and isn't as careful anymore about not wanting anyone to think she's looking for pity.
By the time Nixon interjects again, they're back at their base on the Island.
Nixon parks the jeep and hops out, then turns to George.
“You know, Luz, it's okay to admit that you were scared for Miss Baker today. And it honors you that you’re so angry about the way she’s being treated.” He turns to signal one of the men over while George climbs out of the jeep as well, getting ready to hoist out one of the boxes. “But for the love of God, the next time you see her please tell the girl you’re in love with her.”
With that he walks off, leaving George behind to grasp dumbly at a box of ammunition belts.
#band of brothers#band of brothers fic#george luz#george luz x oc#george luz/oc#I'm sorry it's been so long but I was super sick this week#and also I may or may not have started writing three other fics in the meantime#please excuse the inaccuracies regarding the battle at the crossroads#I'm fairly sure battalion HQ wasn't hit this hard or possibly at all but it had to be done for the plot.
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Isla Fisher as Luvlee in The Lookout (2007). Isla was born in Muscat, Oman, and has been married to Sacha Baron Cohen since 2010. Isla has 55 acting credits from a 1993 tv episode to a voice in a 2023 feature. This is her second honorable mention, after a voice in Horton Hears a Who.
Her other notable credits include 394 episodes of Home and Away, Scooby Doo, I Heart Huckabees, Wedding Crashers, Definitely Maybe, a voice in Rango, The Great Gatsby, Tag, and 15 episodes of Arrested Development.
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Seamless song splices, starring: Horton Hears A Who, and Prince of Egypt
Because if there's one thing I can't stand, it's random pops, clicks, and stutters between my music tracks, and after downloading and listening to at least five different releases of these albums to find that a whole entire none of them were actually seamless, I took it upon myself to do some quick(ish) audio editing. Here are the fruits of my labors!
I'll start with Horton Hears A Who, because John Powell is a musical superwizard and it is a Fucking Crime what they did to his work. (Seriously, look at this shit. That is the actual official soundtrack. Who approved this and where do I go to slap them?)
First, what I've titled as Opening Suite, which includes 'Fall From Tree', 'Cave of Destiny', and 'Jungle of Nool'. Because for some reason, as you can see from the soundtrack listing, whoever put the album together thought that splitting a two and a half minute song into three separate tiny chunks was a good idea. Now, I think we can all agree that they were abhorrently wrong, but rest assured that I have taken the time to correct that wrong.
Speaking of (far more horrific) wrongs, they also decided to chop this epic climactic masterpiece into four pieces! I have courteously rectified their music crimes, and titled the result as 'We Are Here!', given the whole story's theme and all (not to mention how those are the only words in the entire piece). This song includes 'Roping and Caging', 'We Are Here', 'Symphonophone', and 'Jojo Saves The Day'.
A similar wrong comes next, although it's at least somewhat more reasonable this time around. I've titled it A Big Ending, partially because it's the official title of the last of the three included songs, but also because...well, put all together, it is a really big ending. The first song is 'Hall of Mayors' (which briefly has How to Train Your Dragon vibes, in my opinion), while the middle and veritable bulk is taken up by 'Horton Suite' (i.e. the ending credits song - hence why it's so fucking long). 'Horton Suite' clocks in at nearly seven whole minutes, and is comprised of some very Suessical music that is worth every last second, and I don't care what anyone else says about that, I am Objectively Correct here.
With Horton Hears A Who out of the way, we come next to Prince of Egypt, which was similarly but at least less egregiously butchered. (Cuz I mean...at least 'Deliver Us' didn't get snipped up, right?)
First, Rally and The Plagues. I really only did this one because I wanted to listen to 'The Plagues', but hated how it didn't start cleanly. So, nothing much else to say about this one. Instead, I will take the time here to say that all four of the splices so far were easy-peasy - just a quick copy-paste and a cut of empty air between the waveforms of each file. The last one, though...
The last, and most important is When You Believe and The Red Sea, because 'When You Believe' just cuts off at the end, mid-note no less, which is clearly unacceptable to anyone with both ears and good taste. This splice...was significantly harder. It actively refused to splice clean in the same way as the prior works, up until I finally said 'fuck it', selected more than just empty air, made sure that the selection's ends were on the zero-crossing, and chopped away. BOOM. Clean splice, and - to my ear, at least - undetectable. I'm pretty pleased with it! If nothing else, I can finally listen to it without wincing at the very brief stutter between songs. (Granted, I'm not too jazzed about 'The Red Sea', but it does have some cool parts, and if nothing else, it ends nice and clean~)
Also, yes, I made those last two splices instead of sleeping, and then proceeded to make this post about all my audio editing nonsense instead of sleeping. Clearly, sharing the fruits of my labor is more important, both to me and hopefully to the other audiophiles out there who listened to these albums and also hated what was done to them. :)
(By the way, have a clean splice of 'The End.' and 'Dead!' by My Chemical Romance, too. Just for funzies.)
GOOD NIGHT!!!
#music#mp3#Horton Hears A Who#Prince of Egypt#My Chemical Romance#Blue Sky Studios#Dreamworks#MCR#audio edit#(I am still a beginning editor - keep that in mind if you're better at it and can hear my splices plz XD)
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Music Nerd Stuff
I really should be working but I have no motivation today so I'm wasting my time doing this instead. If you feel like doing this please do. I don't know who to tag but I'll tag some folks at the bottom.
1. First Concert: officially? I'm pretty sure the first one I went to all by myself was Soundgarden/Rev Horton Heat at Max Bell. There were a few at that same time that I had gone to so I'm not sure but I'll stick with that answer. I know I bought Rev Horton Heat shirt with a Devil girl on it and it got me into a lot of trouble at school the first time I wore it. This probably ages me a little bit.
2. Last Concert: I think the last show I went to was Hot Water Music and Sincere Engineer. I've been super weird about doing anything since Covid. I mean weirder than I normally am. But I'm trying to force myself to go to more shows again. Sincere Engineer were amazing. I can't wait to see another show at a better venue.
3. Most Surprising Show: Hmm...this is tough. I've seen some pretty cool shows especially when I worked at the record store and would just get free tickets to anything. Seeing RVIVR on a whim at a bike shop in town. The show wasn't advertised or promoted at all. I just happened to stumble upon a random instagram post. I had never even seen this shop and it was like 10 blocks from my old house. So I went. It was so amazing. It felt like when I went to shows in high school. It really rejuvenated my love for punk rock.
4. Worst show: Oh I have seen a lot of those...as I mentioned I had a free ticket to almost anything that came through town and I would take full advantage of it. Like I went to see Styx with Gowen singing just because I could. Plus all the basement/all ages shows. I mean you gotta sift through some mud to get some gems. But, maybe the most disappointing was Arcade Fire. It was on their first "big" tour. To be fair I wasn't that into the album yet. But all I had heard was how amazing this band was live and how it was going to blow my mind. I legit fell asleep during the show on a couch. Like not related to booze or being tired. I might as well have been in a boring lecture at school.
or maybe Ozzy the last time I saw him. I saw him in like 96 and he was rad and energetic. Then I saw him later on pre the Sabbath reunion. We were lucky (or so I thought) to be side stage. But Ozzy was decrepit and couldn't move. He was reading off a teleprompter and it was sad seeing the regression. I have heard he ruled on the Sabbath shows but I didn't buy tickets for that based on this experience.
5. Loudest: Hmm...I assume all the basement shows were loud and probably were not good for any future hearing loss but the loudest show with an actual PA had to be the Misfits when they came through on the first run with Graves singing. I don't think my ears were ever the same. I also learned that wearing plugs at a show is probably a smart idea. Alas it was too late.
6. Band I’ve Seen The Most: I'd say Chixdiggit because they played all the time when I was a teenager. I'm sure there are other local bands that I saw just as much.
7. Best Show: Too many contenders. I have been fortunate to see so many good shows. I am a sucker for small venues and I really hate stadium or festival shows. I guess that's the punk rock snob in me. But the first one that came to mind was The Weakerthans at the multi cultural centre. It was an all ages show, on a Sunday , in the middle of summer which usually meant a giant failure at the time. I hadn't been a fan. I was too young to get that kind of music. But the show made me one. Plus I still get butterflies because that whole day was fantastic like some sort of scene in a movie when the main character looks back and reflects on something formative or romantic.
8. Happiest I Got To See: The Menzingers. They had canceled twice here and I finally got to see them. It was probably the first time I was up front at a stage in like 10 years.
9. Wish I Could’ve Seen: There are 3 for me
a) The Murder City Devils - They only played here once as far as I know. I wasn't 18 and I couldn't get into the show. My friend said he would get me in. I was too much of a chicken and I figured they would be back again soon. Much like Mr T at the mall it never happened.
b) Samiam - Same deal as above, same venue, I wish I wasn't such a chicken at the time.
c.) At the Drive In - I didn't get an actual chance to see them but fuck do I wish I could have seen them before they blew up and then hated being a band.
10. Seeing Next: I don't know. I always say I'll go to this show or that show. I'm old, I'm slightly afraid of large crowds now ...but I do have tickets to the Chuck Ragan, The Interrupters and Frank Turner in April. And I really want to see 1876 when they play here for Sled Island. That will rule.
if you feel like doing this @sugartownunderground , @honey-drudgers @capsandbottles97 @serend-p-ty @another-brick-inthewall
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About Me (aka: JIG32 Intro)!
I’ve been wanting to add this to my pinned for a while, so here it is! It is broken up into 3 Sections for you all to get to know me better: General ( the basic info about me), Blog Stuff (what you will see on my blog, my f/o and s/i list), My Favorite Things (some of my favorite things: shows, movies, animals, etc!).
Feel free to ask me/speak to me about anything you read here! I may be slow answering asks/interacting, but I love interacting with my mutuals!
Please see below cut! Tw for moving gifs and trauma mention!
General
💜 27 year old female.
💜 Libra! B-day: October 4th.
💜 Christian.
💜 Demisexual.
💜 College Graduate! Associate’s in General Studies and Bachelor’s of Science in History.
💜 Educator of littles by day (kindergarten whooo), and fangirl of villains and other misunderstood characters by night / when I’ve got a break from work.
💜 I love to spend time with my loved ones, sing, listen to music, obsess over my favorite characters and media, write, decorate, spend time in nature, and organize items!
💜 Cat mom to 4 cats (one boy and 3 girls).
💜 Mommy to an angel baby, Alexandria Rinella Varmitech 👼
💜 I’ve gone through a lot of trauma and hardship in my life, but my faith, my loved ones, and my favorite characters and media have helped me through it all! So this blog is like a love letter to all of that!
Blog Stuff
💜 I’m a fanfic author and wishful artist (I’m not very skilled at either, but I try).
💜 Hugeeee Fan of Zach Varmitech, Arthur Fleck, any version of the Joker, Kevin Wendell Crumb, Loki, Oswald Cobblepot, Cedric the Sorcerer, The Grinch (2018 version my beloved), and Klarion the Witch Boy. My blog content is centered around these characters.
💜 Self shipper! You will see A LOT of self shipping stuff on this blog. My main romantic f/o is Zach Varmitech from Wild Kratts. My self insert is Violet Virginia Varmitech nèe Tyler! I’m iffy sharing Zach, but if you respect me, and Zach and Violet, (show us no hatred), I am fine sharing him!
💜My secondary romantic f/o is the Grinch from the 2018 Illumination Grinch movie. My self insert is Aurora Borealis Who! I am completely fine sharing Grinch!
💜 I selfship platonically with Gaston Gourmand from Wild Kratts, but he’s also a bit of a crush/potential romantic f/o. I ship Gourmand with Zach as well, so I consider Zach, Gourmand, and Violet to have something of a poly relationship. I am okay sharing Gourmand!
💜 Veneer from Trolls 3 is a platonic/familial f/o of mine. He’s like my supportive best friend and brother!
💜 I also selfship romantically with Arthur Fleck, Young Justice Joker, and Loki. My s/i for Arthur and YJ Joker is Clarissa Wane. I haven’t figured out a s/i for Loki yet, but I’m thinking she’ll be called Scarlett. These are more “former relationships” of mine, but I still love each of these characters dearly, and I’m completely fine sharing them!
💜 The specific content you will find on this blog will include: Zach Varmitech Gushing, Wild Kratts content, Ziolet (Zach and Violet) posts, fanfic and au posts, posts about any of my other favorite characters/media, quotes I relate to/ I am inspired by, funny memes, funny/cute animal/nature posts, and fall/holiday stuff (Halloween and Christmas countdowns, etc.).
💜 Ask box/requests are always open, see my pinned post for more info, but I may be slow responding to asks/requests!
These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things…
💜 Favorite shows: Wild Kratts, A Haunting, Green Acres, Gilligan’s Island, Sofia the First, Young Justice, Gotham, 90 Day Fiancé (and any/all spinoffs), The Waltons, Little House On The Prairie, Andi Mack.
💜 Favorite Movies: Signs, Split (2016), The Dark Knight, Joker (2019), The Conjuring, Sleepy Hollow, Hocus Pocus, Twitches, Corpse Bride, Horton Hears A Who!, The Grinch (2018), Elf, A Christmas Story, The Lorax, Rise of the Guardians, Titanic, The Great Gatsby (2013), Thor, The Avengers, Thor: The Dark World, Thor: Ragnarok.
💜 Favorite animals/insects: Cats are my favorite animals, and butterflies are my favorite insect. I also love all wild cats, foxes, raccoons, deer, turtles, moths, dragonflies, hummingbirds, and fish!
💜 Favorite season: Fall.
💜 Favorite holiday: Halloween, but I also love Thanksgiving and Christmas.
💜 Favorite Music Artists: Halsey, Melanie Martinez, Elton John, Big Time Rush, AURORA, Ellie Goulding, Oh Wonder, Conor Maynard, Taylor Swift, and Selena Gomez are among my favorites!
💜 Favorite colors: Royal blue, sky blue, violet, lilac, emerald green, blue violet, black, gray, silver.
💜 Favorite Places To Be: At the Outer Banks or in the Blue Ridge Mountains!
I will likely update this post in the future!
💜 - JIG32
#introductory post#introducing myself#blog info#self shipper#f/o list#s/i stuff#proshippers dni#love zach varmitech#my favorite things#blog stuff#my f/os#f/o stuff#romantic f/os#platonic f/o#gif#gif warning#flashing gif
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John Cuneo, Mar-a-Lago Sewage :: [Robert Scott Horton]
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Trump's spiral staircase: down, down, down he goes, where he stops, nobody knows
LUCIAN K. TRUSCOTT IV
JUN 20, 2023
Who knew that the name of a two-bit spray-tanned Fox News hack would be destined to be mentioned alongside the David Frost interview of Richard Nixon as a classic of the genre, but it appears that is where yesterday’s Bret Baier “Special Report” interview with Donald Trump is headed. Well known celebrity interviewer Frost asked Nixon whether the president could do something illegal, such as taking action against certain anti-war groups “if he decides it’s in the best interest of the country or something,” to which Nixon infamously responded, “Well, when the president does it, that means it’s not illegal.” Forty-five million television viewers watched that night, a record for the largest audience for a political interview in history.
A much, much smaller audience was watching Fox last night when Trump claimed, for what must have been at least the thousandth time, “First of all, I won in 2020 by a lot, okay? Let’s get that straight.” Baier, holding a sheaf of paper that appeared to have lists not only of questions, but of facts, pushed back by reciting a long list of evidence to the contrary: “There were recounts in all the swing states. There was not significant evidence of fraud,” to which Trump replied, “We were trying to get recounts, real recounts, not just numbers of votes cast.”
Baier forged ahead: “There were lawsuits, more than 50 of them, in front of judges you appointed, that came up with no evidence, no evidence, and they looked at every potential case of voter fraud in six battleground states, and they found fewer than 475 cases.” Trump, babbling over Baier the whole time: “You know why? They weren’t looking at the right things. They were counting ballots, not the authenticity of ballots. The ballots were fake ballots. This was a very rigged election.”
But it was when Baier got into the meat of last week’s indictment of Trump for improperly removing and then mishandling top secret government documents, that the interview really went off the rails for Trump. Baier asked him when he was subpoenaed by the Department of Justice for the documents he held at Mar a Lago, “Why not just hand them over then?”
I wish you could hear Trump’s tone, which resembled nothing more or less than the voice of a little boy who had been caught with a rock in his hand standing on the lawn of a house with a broken window: “Because I had boxes! I wanted to go through the boxes, and get all my personal things out…(sputters)…I don’t want to hand that over to NARA (National Archives and Records Administration) yet, and I was very busy, as you have sort have seen.” A B-roll of the indictment appears on the screen as Baier tirelessly presses on: “But according to the indictment, you then tell this aide to move [boxes] to other locations, after telling your lawyers to say that you had fully complied with the subpoena when you hadn’t.” Trump looks frantic: “Before I send boxes over, I have to take all of my things out. These boxes were interspersed with all sorts of things…uh…golf shirts, clothing, pants, shoes…there were many things…”
Baier manages to intersperse a short question, “Iran war plans?” Here's Trump’s face as he hears the question: “Not that I know of! Not that I know of!”
Baier then turns to the Iran war plan document referred to in the indictment in the transcript of a recording of an interview with ghost writers for Trump’s final chief of staff, Mark Meadows, made at Trump’s Bedminster golf club in 2021. “The Iran attack plan. You remember that. You were recorded.” Baier continues, reading from his typed notes: “The indictment says, the recording and the testimony from people in the room say you showed it to people in the room there, that day. You say on tape, that you can’t declassify it, so why have it?”
“There was no document,” Trump asserts. “That was a massive amount of papers and everything else talking about Iran and other things. And it may have been held up or may not, but that was not a document. I didn’t have a document per se. There was nothing to declassify. These were newspaper stories, magazine stories, and articles.”
“I’m just saying what the indictment says, there were people in the room, who testified…”
“These people are very dishonest people. They’re thugs. They’re thugs. If you look at what they’ve done to other people…”
Tobias Barrington Wolff, the Jefferson Barnes Fordham Professor of Law at the University of Pennsylvania, Carey School of Law, posted on his Facebook page a primer in the law, describing exactly what happened in Trump’s interview with Baier. Helpfully referring to Trump as “the grifter,” Wolff explained: “The only way the grifter's own spoken words could be forcibly used against him at trial is if he chose to do exactly what he is now doing: talk obsessively about the charges against him on camera at rallies and in interviews, hoping that his weaponized narcissistic bluster would once again allow him to escape accountability. Your Fifth Amendment right protects you against being ‘compelled’ to incriminate yourself; it poses no barrier if you want to bull your way in front of a camera and insist on doing so. And one of the main exceptions to the hearsay rule is a statement made by the party himself, which is helpfully referred to as an ‘admission’. The category of admissions is a broad exception to the hearsay rule. It means that other witnesses, like his former lawyers or Walt Nauta, could testify at trial to the things the grifter said to them while executing the conspiracy to obstruct justice. And it means recordings of the grifter's own out-of-court statements can be used to establish the elements of his offenses. It is just that, in a normal criminal trial, the prosecution does not have video of the defendant's own incriminating statements. But the grifter is helpfully providing those video admissions with every campaign speech and every interview he gives to a right-wing news outlet.”
The Florida magistrate in the case against Trump issued an order earlier on the same day of Trump’s interview with Baier forbidding him from disclosing “the Discovery Materials or their contents directly or indirectly to any person or entity other than persons employed to assist in the defense, persons who are interviewed as potential witnesses, counsel for potential witnesses, and other persons to whom the Court may authorize disclosure.” The magistrate went on to warn that disclosure of discovery material “may result in contempt of court or other civil or criminal sanctions.”
It is unknown at the time of this writing if any of Trump’s interview, particularly the part involving the Iran attack plans, amounted to disclosure of “discovery materials.” It is known, however, that pretty much the entire interview, from beginning to end, may one day end up as evidence in trials of Donald Trump in the classified documents case as well as any potential case the Special Counsel files against him for attempting to overturn the results of the 2020 election.
#Robert Scott Horton#John Cuneo#Mar-a-Lago#political cartoon#bathroom storage#Lucian K. Truscott lV#Lucian Truscott Newsletter#TFG#Bret Baier#the grifter
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Big Daddy/Marcus Learns the Awful Truth
Characters from Sing (2016) and Sing 2 (2021) belong to Universal Pictures/Universal City Studios, INC., Illumination Entertainment, and its respectful owners.
Crossover with Horton Hears a Who (2008) which belongs to 20th Century Fox Film Corporation, 20th Century Fox Animation, Blue Sky Studios, and its respectful owners.
Sources for facts listed in the story:
Source 1: 12 Things Fathers Do That Emotionally Damage Their Sons (daddyful.com)
Source 2: 5 Ways Parents and Adult Children Can Improve Their Relationship | Psychology Today
So, Big Daddy/Marcus has decided to further educate himself on the topic of Father-Son Relationships and how to keep it together. But in this case, he is going to find out what would happen if he still led Johnny down the path of illegal doings. To find out, Big Daddy/Marcus decides to consult with Dr. Leslie Raymond. The brainiest parental-child therapist on the staff of Calatonia University.
Big Daddy/Marcus: Dr. Raymond? What I have done to Johnny was bad, mate. I also tried to lead him down the dark path and that was the worst mistake I have ever made.
Leslie: Oh. Marcus. How may I be of assistance?
Big Daddy/Marcus: Well, when a father leads his son down a dark, cold, and dangerous pathway, what would happen to their relationship, las?
Lesie: Oh, why would you ask something like that?
Big Daddy/Marcus: Well, I must confess that I tried that exact same thing with my son, Johnny. After finding out that he wanted to be a singer, I temporarily disowned him. But I later regretted my irrational decision and decided to apologize to him. Of course, he forgave me for the horrible thing that I had done to him, mate. I also told him later that I was going to reflect and further educate myself on these topics. I thought that it was important that I do so that way I can follow through with my word and prove to Johnny that I will be a better person and be the father that he deserves.
Leslie: Hmm. Let me see about this.
-Leslie Typing-
Leslie: Well, cases like these can lead the father's child to temporary or permanent emotional damage caused by a few things. Total Dishonesty to your Child, Mocking your Child's Achievements, Blaming your Faults on your Child, Manipulating your Child, and other things. All of these things are also signs of a father being a Narcissist. If these things keep up, Johnny will never want a relationship with you, meaning that your Father-Son bond as you know it will be destroyed.
Big Daddy/Marcus (Shocked): Destroyed? Oh Dear!
Leslie: I know, it is shocking for you to hear that. But you are not alone on this one. This is one of the reasons why DSS and Family Therapists recommend you talk to each other, which is one of the mature ways to improve your relationship, and take full responsibility for your actions, which you are in the process of doing so.
Big Daddy/Marcus (Sad): Aw, Man! I can't believe I have been a Narcissist father the whole time, las!
Lelsie: Hey, I have seen many Narcissist parents who want to change themselves and become better parents, not to mention better people. Some don't change, but some do. It seems like that you are one of those who want to change for the better. With love, faith, trust, respect, and determination, you will get there. Trust me, the view from the top is extremely beautiful.
Big Daddy/Marcus: So what you are saying that If a keep doing what I am doing now, by taking responsibility, talking to Johnny, loving him, and supporting him, I will still have a chance to have a relationship with him, mate?
Lesie: Yes, but the process will not be easy. You will still run into a few bumps here and there, but if you learn from those bumps, the ride will be smoother than it was before.
Big Daddy/Marcus: Okay. Thank you, las.
Leslie: No, thank you for taking this time to learn more about this topic. As you said, it is super important that you do so because from learning from these things, you can prove to Johnny that you will be a better father and a better person. Now, tomorrow I won't be here because I will be visiting my family in Salt Lake City, Utah. Even though I won't be here for a few weeks, I want you to know that I will still be available for family advice and more information.
-Leslie Writes Down Her Cellular Work Phone Number-
Leslie: Just give me a shout, okay?
Big Daddy/Marcus: Okay. Thank you so much. I will stay connected with you, las. Bye for now. Hope you enjoy your time with family.
Leslie: I will.
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Whoops!
Hi Skippy & Friends-Pilgrim here with an apology for not knowing about the show 4 years ago where Pin had the same dress only in navy. I am surprised to see that JH had such a nice suit back then. I was not here following her fake news onslaught yet and only have known his "grey grundge" era. I sure don't want to supply any misleading info. We are inundated with that already.
Final question...should the word "edited" be used instead of photoshopped? I didn't know there was a difference but if there is please advise. Times seem to be changing now as we are not the little guys anymore trying our darndest to get people to listen, like the classic Dr. Seuss book called Horton Hears A Who.
Have a lovely Sunday. It is a nice, calm day on the Cape as the storm went by off-shore, heading north to the Canadian coast, creating pretty surf here that lots of people enjoyed seeing.
No apologies dear Pilgrim…that was my fault….I knew it was older, I should have mentioned it….I think edited is better…..I am sorry for the confusion! Enjoy your nice, calm day😁❤️
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