#Ok I’m done with the math puns
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I miss when the biggest problem I had to solve in life was Dipper Pines’s first name
#textpost#gravity falls#I hate calculus why did I choose this#That isn’t my biggest problem but boy does it add up#It’s the root of quite a few#There are many problems that derive from it#Ok I’m done with the math puns
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Every single odd number has an “e” in it.
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🚿 A FRIEND TO HELP YOU FRESHEN UP 🚿
Prompt: When Y/N is almost having a heat stroke from the incredibly hot muggy weather, her thoughtful boyfriend Drew, has a very good idea to help her freshen up using the help of a very dear “friend” with a chromed head...
Word Count: Long-ish
Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader
Warnings: +18 smut, shower sex, clit stimulation with a shower head, masturbation (male)
Notes: I’ve decided to use my lately hunger for a certain Scottish meal plus the fact that I’m my country we’re having this incredibly murderous and ridiculous muggy weather for a couple of days now as an inspiration for this little fic. That’s all I’ll say in my defense 🤐. I would like to tag these beautiful souls: @drew-is-boo , @blondekel77 , @nightlummer , @akiko-tanaka and @beckyann6879 because they are the best to be honest 🥰! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉
I grunt in despair for the fifth time in a one minute break, already considering shaving my head again in hope that it will help me go through this insanely muggy weather.
“Are you ok over there love?” Drew asks holding back his laugh
“No I am not! I just feel like I’m gonna pass out at any minute now from a goddamn heat stroke! I don’t know what to do anymore” I whined as I fan myself with a Tupperware lid. Yes I’ve come that far!
“Would you like me to help you figure something out?” He asks
“If you have any ideas feel free to shoot ‘em, because I’ve tried everything! Shower, eating ice, getting naked, placing a wet towel on my neck, throwing a bucket of iced water from my head to toes, opening the fridge door to get some cool air, placing a towel filled with ice on my head... you name it and I’ve tried” I frustratedly say “Would you like to help me to shave my head?” The question comes out in a quite unimpressed tone
“You don’t sound too excited about that, love” He chuckled
“I could be more enthusiastic if the heat hadn’t drained away my excitement”
“Do you want to shave your head?”
“I don’t know” I responded “Maybe? What do you think?”
“That’s up to you love. I’ve seen pictures of you with a buzz cut before and you look beautiful! It suits you. But that’s your decision darling” He confidently say “Would you like to try my idea first?” A very familiar yet quick evil glimpse crossed his blue eyes
“Oh no McIntyre, I know that look and trust me, although very tempting” I measured his beautiful and delicious body that was covered with nothing but a pair of boxer briefs from head to toe “The idea of having sex with you is out of the picture right now”
“Who said my idea is sex related?” He tried to hide his true intentions, but after 4 years together, I could see it all behind that innocent façade of his.
“I am saying! I know you Drew, therefore I know that any ‘innocent’ idea that you try to offer ALWAYS ends up with you wanting to get inside of my pants”
He faked a surprise gasp “How can you say that Y/N?! I’ve never had hidden second intentions at anything I offer us to do! Ouch babe, that really hurts” As he places both of his hands on his chest for a dramatic impact
I roll my eyes at his acting “What would you call your ‘we should watch a movie, but I’ll actually just use that as an excuse to fuck you on the couch’ last night’s idea then?” I raised my eyebrows
“In my defense, that movie was boring as fuck and you are not so just do the math, love” He winks
“You’re the worst” I laugh as I throw the Tupperware lid at him and he just laughs along
“Fine then. Let’s see what this idea of yours is all about” I say getting up from the kitchen chair
He deviously smirked and made his way upstairs to our master bedroom bathroom, mentioning for me to follow him.
Once we get to the bathroom, he tells me to take my clothes off as he removed his boxer briefs and turn on the shower in a cool temperature getting inside letting the water run down his body.
“C’mon in, love”
“Drew” I sigh “I’ve told you I’ve tried that before and it didn’t worked”
“You’ve tried by yourself darling. Me? I have an ace up my sleeve” He winks
I reluctantly agreed and got in with him.
Once inside Drew pulled me towards his chest, leaning down to kiss me. As he did his hands softly caresses my thighs, trailing his finger tips up along my spine til he reached my neck to hold me and deepen the kiss.
He turn us around, pressing my back against the cold shower wall, trapping me between his body and the wall. His lips begin to slowly trail down my neck, when he lightly nibs my collarbone I sigh saying in a voice deep with lust.
“What happened with you not having any hidden second intentions at anything you offer us to do?” I teased
He laughed lightly against my ear, whispering “I’m just trying to help you not to think about how hot you are” He chuckled at his intended pun and slaps my ass
“You’re so ridiculous McIntyre” I laugh
We started to make out underneath the water, just kissing, touching each other, enjoying the intimacy of our bodies together moving in sync. There was always this constant need to just FEEL each other. No words, no rushed moves, no worries, just this raw necessity to touch the other one’s body... It was a way to recover our intimacy as a couple.
You see, a lot of people can have sex with you, is a mechanical move, you know what you have to do to reach your high of pleasure. But intimacy? That’s a whole different thing! You can have sex with intimacy, but you don’t need intimacy to have sex. People mistaken nudity with intimacy, when actually the first one it is what it is: a naked body! There’s no deeper intentions or meanings behind it, it’s raw and realistic. Now the latter is something above, is not a whom is an it. A touch, a word, a kiss, a whisper, a feeling, a comfortable silence... That my friend is another level of connection, one that is very hard to find but once you do is also very fast to loose. And when that happens, you’re back at the mechanical part of it: a hole being filled to reach pleasure! As empty and meaningless as it sounds.
For Drew and I it varies, sometimes we’d spend hours (if not the whole night) just laying in bed, talking about anything and everything, kissing, hugging and touching each other’s skin with no intention of having sex at all. And others we had this urgency of just fucking our brains out, feeling every part of each other’s body.
Today was a sweet mixture of both.
Drew lay me down on the shower floor, placing his huge body on top of mine, kissing the top of my breasts
“You still hot, love?” He teased
“What do you think? Now that you’re doing that is even worst”
He laughs lightly as he stands to sit on his knees “Good thing I’ve got the perfect help for ya” He takes the shower head on his hand
“Drew, what are-“ I can’t even finish since he placed one finger on his lips making a shh motion
“I said I was gonna help you, so that’s what I’ll do lass” He turned the shower head on as cocky smirk dances upon his lips.
Drew knew that the shower head was a fun and quick way for me to give myself some relief. I’ve told him many times when he was on the road about my late night dates with the choamed head man while I’ve thought about him.
But that was my me time, my own intimacy, my solo moment. We’ve done a lot in those 4 years together but we’ve never that. So my head was rushing with excitement, with the possibility of the new.
“Whenever you’ve told me about this, I’ve always imagined how hot you must have looked, how I would give anything to just sit and watch you pleasure yourself with it...fuck, that can make me cum every time without a fail. But now the best thing is: I don’t have to imagine it anymore, not only do I get to see it but I will also have the pleasure to do it to you. How great is that love? How great is that now I’ll have a real, solid memory to give me a helping hand later on the road instead of pure imagination?” He nibs my nipple
“You will tell me all about your great use of this memory, right?” I panted
He chuckles lightly “Of course I will my love! Every. Single. Dirty. Detail” He pecks my lips in between every word, soon afterwards placing the shower head on my clit making me gasp.
“Oh my sweet- fuck” I moan
Drew controls the pressure of the water, changing it slightly every now and then.
“Oh fuck baby, it feels so fucking good! Just so good” I moan
He spits on the palm of his hand grabbing his now fully erect cock. Sliding his hand up and down his thick length in a figure 8 motion.
The vision makes my orgasm reach it’s high. He leans down to kiss me as he continues to stroke his cock.
“Fuck princess, you look so beautiful like this” He says in awe, staring at my satisfied face, with my head resting on the shower wall and my legs spread opened in front of him.
He caresses my inner thigh “Can you give me one more baby? I just need to look at that beautiful face that you make one more time”
I simply nod in response
Drew’s strokes on his cock became faster as he once more places the shower head in between my legs...
How can I not love muggy weathers after today?
#drew mcintyre imagine#drew mcintyre smut#drew mcintyre fanfic#drew mcintyre x oc#drew mcintyre x reader#drew mcintyre one shot#drew galloway#drew mcintyre#wwe smut#wwe imagine#wwe fanfiction#wwe one shot#masochist writes
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University AU for Corysn?
Rysn hated buisness majors generally- which sucked, because she was one herself. But international economics was the worst, because that class was full of people wanting to be the next billionaire CEO of Sunmaker Inc.
There was only one student in there she could stand- The Lopen, and she wasn't even sure why he was there, what was his major even?
But the point is, The Lopen was ok. And the only real choice she had when it came to picking a partner for a project.
The Lopen happily agreed to work with her, though stipulated that such projects were best done over a table of food. Rysn hadn't bothered to push that much, because The Lopen lived with a veritable army of cousins and other roommates, and would probably get did distracted by Chiri-chiri if they met at her place. (And who wouldn't? Chiri-chiri was such a good girl, Rysn didn't trust anyone who didn't like her.)
So, they landed at Stew-pid Good Eating, which Rysn was pleasantly surprised to see was far more wheelchair accessable than the average restaurant.
She was less surprised- and less pleasantly so- to find that The Lopen was going to doggedly flirt with their waitress, a girl their age named Cord, the entire time.
"Let her be, she's working!" Rysn hissed when The Lopen added a wink of thanks after she brought them drink refills. She pointed to his laptop. "And you should be too!"
"I am!" The Lopen grinned, "and don't worry about Cord, her Dad owns the place and she has no problemo tossing out bothers. Sides, she knows I know she only goes the other way."
Rysn choked on her drink, and had to take a few deep breaths to right herself.
"Right. Not the point, the point is we need to finish this before you have your night shift and I have to go take a math test. So, stop thinking about your solidarity buddy and lend a- help on the project."
The Lopen grinned wider at Rysn narrowly avoiding a pun that would certainly end with his prosthetic arm tossed across the table. "Course, course, Boss. But, mind you, if you want me to help with anything else... Cord's looking for a tutor to help her in Alethi. She needs it for her International Affairs minor."
"What's her major?" Rysn asked, before realizing her mistake. She'd revealed how eager she was for information, given up her edge in the exchange between her and The Lopen.
"Public Service. You'd make quite the pair."
"The Buisness Woman and The Politician? Oh I'm sure that'd be exactly what she wants people scrutinizing her policy for." Rysn snorted.
"I'm just saying, you could tutor her. Our classmates would love the money making opportunity and would jump at it if you really didn't want it."
The Lopen really was a deceptively good buisnessman when he didn't get too excited. Rysn would have to hide how entertaining she would find his inevitable takeover of the class from her Vsitm.
"Alright, alright, deal. I'll ask her, but don't you dare sick those jerks on her if it doesn't work out."
"Even if she'd appreciate the chance to work on her arms as she throws them out of here?"
"Who are you trying to get thrown out?" Cord suddenly appeared, and Rysn looked at the tray she was carrying. No, she didn't think Cord need to work on her arms at all, actually, they were just- very nice. "And why should it not be you, Lopen?"
"Why, Miss Cord, I'd never! I'm fact, I'm rather helpful! I have just found you a bonafide Alethi expert to help tutor you- and she's fluent in Vedan, too."
Cord looked Rysn up and down as The Lopen guestured to her, then smiled widely.
"If he's being more honest than his usual boasts," She said in Vedan, "I would be interested in something. I can't pay much for tutoring, but I can cook."
Something Rysn certainly couldn't.
"That sounds like a good deal, I can leave you my number." She said, keeping her voice from giving away her excitement as she scribbled it down and handed it over. Hopefully, Cord's hands fumbling slightly on hers and the red on her cheeks to match her hair were a good sign as well.
"Thank you, Rysn, I'll call soon."
She walked away to continue taking the tray to whatever table had ordered it, and The Lopen grinned.
"That went well, then? Couldn't actually understand you, but I assume..."
"And you know what they say about assumptions." Rysn turned back to her laptop. "Ok, so graphs, we need three..."
#I'm sorry there's barely any corysn here vhvnvg but I'm better at the pre stuff#perhaps i still continue and write the tutoring later :3#anon#corysn#pocket talks to people#is Lopen a business major or just#like#somehow taking every class there is#i also couldn't remember if he can speak vedan or not and the coppermind didn't say so I'm just going with no#anyway i took an international economics class too in college..#i disliked every classmate fhfhgh
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ok so which li’s do you think went to college?
So there’s the explicitly canon ones of Marisol, Rocco, and Blake. But I think it’s also implicit in canon that Lucas and Noah did as well- physiotherapy is a extremely specific degree, and in the States you have to have a masters in library sciences to even be considered for a librarian job (there’s more flexibility for assistants and volunteers, but even then they’re usually students). I honestly love thinking about Noah as a library sciences person, like archival work and methodology is so cool and I wish I had taken more classes about it in school.
But with everyone else, there’s a lot more wiggle room. The people I headcanon as having degrees are Hope, Hannah, Kassam, Elisa, and Ibrahim.
A lot of corporate business stuff, while not really needing a degree in practice, only hire people who have business or related degrees. Especially when Hope’s already an ambassador, she needs the credentials to justify getting hired. I can see her having done an undergraduate/MBA combined program and having a degree in communications or business merchandizing.
Hannah definitely has a degree in communications and a minor in English. She just oozes pretentious college girl vibes. I’ve met four of her in literature and philosophy classes, and they’re always working on the next american novel (but don’t actually have any of it written).
Kassam just gives me the vibe of someone who grew up in a relatively well-educated and upper class family, went to college, then decided to pursue his passion. I bet his parents had an agreement like ‘you can do whatever you want, just get a degree first’. He might’ve studied music (I love the concept of him being a fine arts major in like… violin or something but then only making EDM or vaporwave music), but I bet he has a ‘respectable’ humanities degree like sociology or geography and just never uses it or talks about it.
I don’t have a reason for Elisa, I just /feel/ like she’s super smart. Lowkey I love the idea of her studying algorithms or psychology in application to social media and then applying it to her job. I very much get a Paris Hilton vibe from her, where she puts on this very bubbly airheaded persona but is really smart and strategic.
In the US, golf is a sport like… Exclusively for upper middle class and rich people. Also in the US, the massive class divide is often the level of education or specific university you’re accepted to and attend. So like, golfers are more likely to be rich and rich people almost always have degrees from fancy private universities. I can see Rahim attending a prestigious private university, with the way he dresses and carries himself. Because it doesn’t matter what you major in, I headcanon that he got a degree in film or literature because he’s always loved narratives and storytelling.
The people I headcanon has having completed some university but never finished their degree are Shannon, Carl, maybe Graham, and Jakub.
I think Shannon originally went for something like statistics, syllogism, or math and then realized that she hated the environment. She’s a ‘work hard play hard’ kind of person, and I don’t see her finding a lot of people willing to match that energy but still make it to class the next morning. She also realized that she could make more money without a degree, and that was the nail in the coffin.
Carl probably tried to take a computer sciences degree then realized the university he went to had a really outdated curriculum and he could learn more in online communities and through experience than formal coding classes.
I imagine Graham always wanted to be a marine biologist (which is why he takes fish puns so seriously) but then really struggled to support himself in school and also realizing that there’s fewer and fewer jobs in academia. He took a work study program on a crab ship to study the impact on certain species and realized he enjoyed the physical aspects of the work more than the intellectual. He’s still passionate about conservation, though.
Jakub gives me the vibe that maybe he was originally a legitimate personal trainer- going to school for it and getting licensed, but then got caught up in the ‘balling’ lifestyle on Instagram where it becomes less about fitness and more about pulling chicks.
Then everyone else ~might~ have gone to uni, but I don’t think they did.
Most realtors I work with don’t have bachelor degrees but they do have special training for their licenses, so I can see Priya having that but not a university degree.
Garebear probably has training specific to his job but not a formal degree
You can get a degree in interior design, but Chelsea doesn’t really strike me as the kind of designer with a fine arts degree. I bet she built her clientele base from the bottom up and was more self-made than that.
I’m thinking that Jo, Bobby, Felix, Lottie, Arjun, and Henrik all started work right after high school or whatever the equivalent is.
#re-reading this is hope it's not sounding condescending at all#you don't have to go to college to be a smart person and you're not a smart person just because you went to college#I love and adore Henrik#it's not like the ones who didn't go to school are worse people
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Head Over Wheels chapter 3
GIORNO GIOVANNA X READER
finished this bad boy during math class 👺👺👺
(Also this chapter may not be as good as the previous ones but i promise chapter 4′s gonna be better^^)
Ayo food is done
@mrsgiovanna
@gangstargiogio
( if u wanna get tagged just head to my askbox and send ur @ lol)
"Ok, y/n. I'm gonna let go"
It took you 3 whole seconds to process what you just heard until you felt Giorno's grasp slip away.
"GIORNO WHA-" you shouted as you looked back at him.
But you noticed something was different. You weren't falling, you weren't wobbling, you just kept gliding around the rink.
you were doing it. You were skating.
you let out a big smile and looked at your fiance from the other side of the rink and screamed
"OH MY GOD I'M DOING IT"
Giorno gave you a thumbs up and a smile to go along with it.
You decided to turn around and go back to him, but you remembered something.
You didn't know how to stop.
You had 5 seconds to think and do what you needed to do before you crashed into the glass panel.
After spending a second panicking, you came up with the perfect solution.
"Maybe if i skate towards Giorno he will catch me."
So you skated towards your blonde fiance, thinking he will catch you but the thing is, he was looking somewhere else.
and before you knew it, you guys crashed into eachother.
everyone stopped skating as they looked at both you, you were on top of him, face flat on his chest.
"OH MY GOD GIORNO IM SORRY IM SORRY I DIDNT MEAN-"
"It's okay, maybe you can get off me so we can both get up?"
"O-oh sorry"
you rolled away from him so he can get up, once he got up he offered his hand to you and he helped you get up as well.
"Hey uhm, sorry about that." You apologized
"No, it's alright. Understandable since it's your first time." He assured you.
suddenly the lights went out and the disco ball was lowered.
"My Type” by Saint Motel started playing on the speakers.
You froze and looked around, everyone was skating and dancing, having fun etc. When Giorno got your hand and exclaimed “What are you doing? Let’s go!”
He skated with you around the rink, as you guys moved, you noticed his smile
He was actually having fun, he was smiling, glistering green eyes wide open, golden locks flowing opposite of his direction, while chuckling.
It rare to see him this expressive. quite a sight for sore eyes, actually.
You let out a smile while looking at him, when he got your other hand and you guys started spinning.
“Having fun?” He asked.
“HELL YEAH !!” You exclaimed.
You let go, confident that you will skate backwards and go back to him like a boomerang but you ended up falling down again.
Gio stopped and went to your side.
“Are you alright?”
You looked up to him and smiled.
“I’m head over wheels for you ;) “ You said as you gave him a smirk.
He rolled his eyes then proceeded to let out a chuckle.
“Oh, y/n. Your puns are so horrible they’re actually amazing”
Giorno offered you his hand once again and helped you up.
You both held hands when you looked at your left and saw the drag couple making kissy faces at you and Gio when you looked closer and realized.
IT WAS NARANCIA AND MISTA IN DRAG.
You tapped Giorno’s shoulder and he looked at the couple as well.
You mouthed
“MISTA! NARANCIA! WHAT THE HELL.”
You could see them with a shocked look plastered on their face, with Mista (the one with the blonde wig) seemed to mouth “oh crap” and they both dashed away.
Giorno just gave them a death glare, then he looked back at you
“Wanna go again?” You asked
“Sure”
You two skated around the rink for atleast 3-4 rounds, it felt nice looking at your usually stoic fiance, being very expressive. He looked handsome, a heartwarming grin on his face, but then the skating suddenly stopped.
Giorno looked around, “Is this about Narancia and Mista?” you asked
“I’ll go talk to them later, but for now. Do you want to get some fresh air?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“It seems like a nice night outside, perhaps we could just sit down and look at the sky? also it’s quite crowded here so it would be nice to have a getaway right now.”
“Sure thing.” You replied
You both went back and returned the skates. But not before getting some takeout food to eat, you ordered mozzarella sticks for both of you and headed out the door.
#giorno giovanna#giorno giovanna x reader#jjba#giorno#jojo#jjba part 5#vento aureo#golden wind#jjba x reader#jojo’s bizarre adventure#jojo no kimyou na bouken#jjba headcanons#anime#manga#jojo headcanons
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ok but moots assigned to fanfiction tropes!!
ahh omg dear anon thank you so much for sending this in !! I’ve been wanting to do this lol.
I feel like this might be a tad long so it shall be under the cut <3 also not @ me realizing most of my moots ult jeno asdf.
alesha [ @sungiescorner ] |
hmmmm. my first thought was college jeno au buT idk why I’m getting grease vibes. SO HYUNJAE GREASE VIBES. Like the whole 90’s (is grease set in the 90’s idk lmao) vibe with retro. basically your it’s grease but the roles are reversed !! Instead of the Alesha being the exchange student hyunjae is bc hyunjae is a soft bean. And you’re part of the schools like higher socitey thing (this is making no sense yay). But basically you’re part of the more rebellious group of the school and then you had a summer fling with hyunjae, until he appears at your school the first day. And chaos unfolds. And just bc I think tutor au’s are cute af hyunjae needs help w math and low and behold you are there to help him :)
mother in law [ @danishmiilk ] |
hehhehe. Obv we gotta go with do young your husband, and lemme tell you all we talk about is blowing up buildings. So doyoung mafia au !! Basically dy is the brains of most of the operations and one day while planning for idk blow up an sm building (we’ve had lengthy convos about this lmao) que you. who is just a genius at setting up bombs, from there sparks fly and you two become a dynamic duo (chemistry puns anyone??).
kathy [ @flirtyhyuck ] |
kathy my bb. Due to your current theme and bc I’m always down for sum badboy college au :) I wanna say a bad boy hyuck au? But in a college setting. you two first meet by accident bc your friend is in a frat and you had to be part of a project together so you walk over to the dreams frat house only for hyuck to answer the door. Now batboy hyuck tends to not be caught off guard but it’s you the person he’s been secretly pinning for most of the year so he kinda panics and gets really red. No worries chenle is there to tease him. But you still have to get your project done (little do you know this is all part of mark, jeno and renjuns plan tp get haechan to finally talk to you). So you end up waiting at their house bc rennin is supposed to be there in like ten minute, boy doesn’t show up. bUT you just spend time with hyuck and he asks you out by the end of it. This got long :)
bean ree [ @rouiyan ] |
Ree, my sweet bean !! My first thought when it comes to you is college au’s lol because you so good and amazing at writing them !! buT we WERE TALkINg ABOUT ROYALTY AU’S !! So royalty au w jeno omg. okie dokey, so you are both royals kinda. it’s a little bit enemies to lovers au whereas the second oldest (brother being first) you aren’t allowed to reign so bc of tradition (bad tradition) you have to marry into royalty of sorts. introducing lee jeno son of the lee’s who though not the strongest country are known for their activities and just tourism because their country is beautiful. you are shipped off to nct country to spend some time with your future husband. Now you don’t really hate jeno but you hate the idea of being shipped off to marry hence those feelings causing hate and aggressions towards jeno who is just like trynna be a nice and understanding bean (like he doesn’t want this either, and he’d just broken up with his s/o ). Fast forward three months and you slowly come accustomed to the place, learning about its government, and jeno begins to also warm up to you. Though you still don’t talk too much it gets better and you bond over the internal struggles that both of you have and slowly start to develop feelings for each other. but you still wanna have a say so your families agree that you won’t just be married but that you’d have power in both kingdoms kinda like an ambassador and im gonna stop here bc this is very long im soRRY.
sunny [ @neocitybynight ] |
bc blonde hair jeno with an undercut made a cb for a solid day, it’s blonde jeno time. i think we’ve talked before how much we both love idol au! so you’re both part of sm, different groups but the company (look at it have one good idea (o_O) and has you and jeno collab for a rap duet (?). it’s the first time you’ve met each other, but like things just kinda click. sunny is like such a hard-working person and I feel like jeno too their both super determined so they’d get all their work done pretty quickly and then just kinda hang and talk about everything and anything. imma stop here or idk where this will go lol.
mylin [ @starlit-jeno ] |
mylin !! my queen !! Ik your in hibernation rn so pls remain in hibernation !! Base off that a cute lil just stay at home date with jeno or mingi idk either one you choose lmao. But just a super laidback like put on random movies that you talk over occasionally and make fun off but also kinda enjoy them bc even though their bad their also fun to watch and entratinging :) w lots of cuddles and hugs and random forehead kisses.
furou [ @astroboy-lele ] |
Now I’m basing this off your username and the fact that we talked about among us lmao. Less go. So space au! With chenle !! For some reason (idk why just go along with it) there have been people dying in the spaceship. So the space ship crew the adults decided to make an investigation but don’t include anyone that aren’t “adults” but chenle isn’t having it as one of the people who died was his cousin. Now you two have best friends for a really long time so naturally you support him. So you two along with bb jisung who dragged along much to his protest of this being too scary for him and because he knew that chenle was in love with you so no way was chenle letting him out of his sight. Lets just say romance blooms along the crime investigation.
cherries [ @riothae ] |
Janna likes to hurt me w jeno but I don’t blame her bc has been just ok. anyways, sports au with jeno !! im thinking dancer au !! You guys have an assignment for your choreo class and are assigned partners that specialize in a diff style than you do. Jeno gets high key nervous and stressed af bc a. He’s an introvert and is awkward around new people and b. Kinda has a small crush on you, well on your style of dancing :) so you two are paired up, lets say your majoring in contemporary/modern dance and he’s specializing in acro and hip-hop. overall it’s just a cute lil thing and because the project is a whole trimester long ( so like 3 months ) you guys get pretty close and right as you end your performance on the day you do it on front on the whole school the ending is like a twirl type thing, and umm he leans in or you lean it and boom.
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Elle !! She’s the sweetest angel ever !! So it only makes sense for a Johnny holiday au !! it’s an established relationship and basically just a fluff of you two setting up decorations for the holidays, (idk if you celebrate xmas so ahh sorry) but like putting up a tree and lights, getting hot chocolate jamming out to xmas music. I can see Johnny trying to get you to slow dance like even during a hype xmas song and it being very cute and intimate only for him to just start like jumping up and down right before you kiss. Anyways it would be filled with cuteness and fluff and stolen kisses and occasionally taking care of mark or jae.
#this got super long asdrt but i had sm fun !!#if anyone wants to use any of the ideas feel free but credit me ig lmao#anywhoos i hope y'all enjoyed this#anon mail#mooots
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Harrow the Ninth Live Read: Chapter 6-11
Con: It’s been a while
Pro: We finished part 1!
Con: this post is hella long now.
Chapter 6
Eighth House icon. Oh no. Gotta say, not a fan of the characters from the Eight House in Gideon the Ninth, whose names I now forget. There was Big Dude and Mayonnaise Twink.
OH OK WE’RE STARTING OFF WITH SOME LOCKED IN SYNDROME SHIT.
So, panicked person wheeling Harrow is given the title “Sacred Hand.” I vaguely recall seeing that before; is that a title given to Lyctors? Is this one of the OG Lyctors finally making an appearance? Wheeling the frozen Harrow to the Emperor to “unfuck accordingly?” Well, maybe not. Presumably another Lyctor would be able to “unfuck accordingly” themselves.
Oh disregard it is a Lyctor! And if we go back to the Dramatis Personae, this should be... Mercymorn! Originally of the Eighth House! She seems nice.
“It was his order that she not be touched.” Did the Emperor do this? But hwhy?
Calling Harrow and Ianthe babies is kind of hilarious. Aaaand Mercymorn just knocked this random person unconscious. OH wait is this the person the Emperor said to make static-y noises at? Survey says... maybe? They were called the Saint of Joy, which seems a unique title?
The whole description of the Lyctor and the way she visually dissects Harrow is so poetic, but something else catches my eye here. Harrow says her eyes did not have such a startling transition, which helps confirm my theory that Harrow is suppressing or undid the Lyctor process.
Also using the power of Cringe, Harrow partially(?) undoes the paralysis spell done to her. “An emotion was playing out over her face that was- not unfamiliar to you- but nonsensical; you discarded it.” Eh? What emotion could this be referring to? Confusion over what Harrow did? Awe? Fear? All of the above?
OH okay before I forget, Harrow formed a bone hook inside of her to do that, and she made that bone sheath to hold on to the sword, so maybe her necromancy isn’t being suppressed? Well, maybe. That feels more... internal? Like she hasn’t grown any full ass skeletons from bone dust yet.
...Why is Harrow afraid of telling Mercymorn her actual age? Why is the Body telling her to lie? Why fifteen??
Relief? That’s what flashed across Mercymorn’s face? Oh, duh, because Harrow did that and didn’t immediately die. Duh. Also she straight up said “hiss”? That is weird. Also, thinking back, it is weird there wasn’t an age requirement in the Lyctor trials. Also Mercymorn took Ianthe too???
“You’re not as pretty as Anastasia.” Anastasia being the member of the Ninth House listed with the Lyctors, but not as one of the Saints. Doing this liveread has its advantages, namely that I can remember shit that happened earlier!
OH WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT. “AS Anastasia,” not “As Anastasia was.” Implying Anastasia’s still alive? Matches her name not being struck through in the Dramatis Personae, and Mercymorn said there were 3 OG Lyctors now. Which matches with Anastasia not having that line about being a Saint! I’ve connected the two dots!
Okay there’s a lot going on here. Why is this normal necromancer so fascinating to Ianthe and Harrow? What she’s doing is pretty dope to be fair. Mercymorn called Ianthe 12... which... huh. More on that in a second. First, I need to google what the fuck an animaphiliac is... probably in an incognito window. Oh, okay, it’s just a style of necromancy in this universe okay thank God. Mercymorn also said Ianthe wasn’t as attractive as Cyrus... which is weird... And it reminds Ianthe of being with Mummy... I assume she means her mother, comparing her to Coronabeth? Oof.
So, back to the lowballing age thing. Mercymorn assumes Ianthe is 12, probably because she’s super old and has forgotten how mortals age. Harrow seems to have subconsciously picked up on this, which is why she lied about her age. I’m still in the camp of the Body being non-supernatural in origin. Yes, she has Gideon’s eyes, BUT, she spoke in the voice of Harrow’s mother and Aiglamene. SO, my theory is that the Body is a product of the trauma Harrow’s gone through, that’s kind of externalizing Harrow’s inner thought process. Like I said earlier, I’ve read Twig, and this is reminiscent of that.
OH hey we’re headed to the frontline apparently? Because 3 warships got shot down suddenly? Which begs the question I’ve had in the back of my mind since first picking up this series, who the fuck are they fighting??? Probably not Ressurection Beasts, given what we know about them. Other humans, probably? Dominicus (probably) isn’t Earth or humanity’s home planet.
Okay, hold up. The Emperor is trying to get to the frontline now, Mercymorn wants him to return to “the Mithraeum”, which is presumably the capital of the Empire outside of the Dominicus system? Also, Emperor’s been on the ship for 80 years, and been away from the Mithraeum for 100... Once again, the math’s not adding up...
Okay, so God hugs Mercymorn, she freezes, he confirms that he is leaving, and that he knows exactly who shot down 3 warships???
Okay cool we’re not headed to the fronline, we’re headed to the Mithraeum, whatever the fuck that is.
Ohhh and the Cohort necromancer girl died, or committed suicide? And the Emperor brought her back? ...There’s a story there.
Ohhhh Mom and Dad are fighting.
OKAY ONCE AGAIN A LOT TO UNPACK HERE BUT THE MITHRAEUM CAN ONLY BE REACHED BY ONE MEANS???? AND IT MAY HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH BEING A LYCTOR???
...Hey. So. Here’s something. In the description of Mercy’s sword, it says it has a white knob at the end of, and I quote “-you didn’t know the exact technical word. It was a pommel though.” There’s a disconnect there, between Harrow’s knowledge, and the narrator’s knowledge. This has happened a few other times, like just a few pages ago, Harrow says a room is used for bodily functions, but the narrator jumps in and says no one in the universe would call it that, it’s a toilet. And this is going to sound kind of batshit, but like 6 years ago i was in to Undertale, and there was a popular theory that the narrator in that game was a separate character from the PC and... a lot of the points used in that theory kinda ring true here... even the use of second person narration...
So the narrator is a separate character from Harrow? Now, whether this narrator exists in-universe, or if this is a really cool stylistic choice, is another story. Right now I’m leaning towards... I don’t know. Well, hm. If the Body is a kind of externalization of Harrow’s inner thought process, maybe the narrator is an internalization?
That makes no sense.
Something to keep in mind.
Anyway, the shuttle detaches. There’s a sort of irony, in God being tired of people martyring themselves for him, but giving a speech saying “hey if you die in my service I love you.”
OKAY I think we’re about to go faster than light using necromancy? This should be good. OH OKAY WE’RE TAKING A SHORTCUT THROUGH HELL. COOL.
...so what was their original method of faster than light travel that turned out to be unusable? did it have to do with neutrinos in italy?
okay I love Mercy and the Emperor’s dialogue here. Again, objectively, I’m sure they’re bad people who have committed several warcrimes... but the way they bicker is just hilarious.
I’m googling hyperpotamus, and i’m only getting other Harrow the Ninth livereads, so it appears to be a term made for the book. But I have a terrible feeling it’s a pun on hippopotamus.
There are so many quotes here that I absolutely love, including “said the Lord of the Nine Houses, who apparently existed within a complex power dynamic.” and “The magma metaphor falls apart from here.”
...Oh. Okay, serious time. Even at the very start, just post-Resurrection, two of the Lyctors fell to the Resurrection Beasts. Well, one died, and one was “removed from play.” Which sounds horrifying.
So we’re dipping into Hell because you can move fast there. Hell is full of angry ghosts. This explains the ghost ward. Lyctors have hacked the system, and so can kind of survive there. And we learn what happened to Cassiopeia, one of the deceased Lyctors. (Interestingly enough it says she baited physical portions of the Ressurection Beast. Not a beast. Nor is it given a number...)
ALright so entering the River physically sounds fucking horrifying. I’m very glad we only have to do it this once and it definitely won’t come back later in the book nope definitely not.
“and that you felt alone in your head.” ;_;
Chapter 7
Sixth House icon.
There’s not a lot to say here, besides how freaky this is. How much do you want to bet that the faint wail Harrow hears is coming from the coffin with Cyntherea’s body?
JOHN. GOD’S NAME IS JOHN?? #NAME LORE UNLOCKED. IM JUST SO HAPPY I FINALLY HAVE A WAY TO REFER TO HIM WITHOUT STRUGGLING TO SPELL EMPORER EVERY FUCKIN TIME.
Also, Mercymorn knowing his like actual human name further implies some stuff about the timeline of the Ressurection, which I was wondering about previously... but that’s a discussion for later because Harrow’s in Hell!
Not a lot to say here besides
fuck.
A few things. One. I think they’re going to get out of this okay? And by okay I mean alive? We know Ianthe, the Emperor, and Harrow live up to the point of the Prologue, and I don’t think Mercymorn is going to die already.
Two. Cassiopeia was from the Sixth House, going by her Cavalier’s last name, which explains the chapter icon.
Three. The lights? The last page or so is very metaphorical, but, at the beginning it says Harrow perceived herself as a “sickly radiance”, and that she perceived the others on the ship as a light as well. She later said she was an “ova cluster of two hundred pinpricks of light.” So I think in this deep part of the River Harrow accidentally sent herself to, souls (maybe?) are displayed as lights. Harrow’s own soul is literally made up of the hundreds of dead House Nine kids, which is. Spooky. But then, at the end, when they jump out of the River, they bring 5 lights with them. So... either something hitched a ride with them, or it has something to do with Harrow suppressing Gideon and the Lyctor ritual. Everyone else on the ship has undergone the Lyctor ritual (or something similar, in John’s case), and they only have 1 light each. At least to Harrow’s eyes. BRUH IDK WHAT”S GOING ON.
Chapter 8
No further answers here, this is a flashback chapter! So, sheared skull = flashback. And this chapter is going to feature the Fourth House, apparently. Who was Fourth House again? Oh no it was the kids. Oh no. ;_;
So, we are continuing through Harrow’s re-imagination of the events of Canaan House, with her Ortus OC in tow.
Of course Harrow is overwhelmed by normal tea, and of course Harrow thinks dressing up skeletons is stupid.
AND of course Harrow would have a private prayer wishing doom on anyone that looks at her with any kind of emotion.
Hold up, the Anastasian tomb? Reserved for warriors? And presumably derived from the word Anastasia, the mysterious not-Lyctor of the Ninth House??
I can already tell Anastasia is going to become my Pepe Silvia.
Ohhh this is going to be a lore bomb about the timeline of the Ressurection and I’m going to need to pull out my copy of Gideon the Ninth to see if any of this shit actually happened.
TEN? TEN NORMAL ASS HUMANS? AND FIVE NECROMANCERS?? BUT THERE WERE SEVEN LYCTORS. THE MATH DOES NOT CHECK OUT.
Okay so I checked and none of this shit actually happened! In fact, Teacher actually said there were 16, 8 necromancers, 8 cavaliers. Where the fuck is Harrow getting 10 from? Who knows! And rather than explicitly saying “hey check out the basement labs to see how to become a Lyctor,” Teacher actually said fuck if I know. Not actually. But still.
Oh of course it’s called the Sleeper!! I had Kill Bill sirens playing in my head when I first read that.
So, had a whole ass monologue here, but this is already very long and im sleepy, so to very quickly summarize, the Parahumans series had an entity known as the Sleeper that was intentionally very mysterious and raised a lot of questions amongst fans, and the fact that there’s another entity here known as the Sleeper is flooding me.
So, I’m spooked. Again, this entire conversation did not actually happen. Teacher’s dialogue is precious. “go where I durst not go: because I love my life, and I love noise, also.” and “I do not know the answers to any of these questions, only that, already, you are being too loud.”
So, the rest of the chapter plays out with Ortus complaining to Harrow. Intriguingly, he says that Harrow doesn’t have much of an imagination, when she says there was no one else to choose as her Cavalier... And then one of the skeletons says, “Is this how it happens?” harkening back to Parodos, when the Body says something similar. There’s a lot to unpack here. One, like I said previously, because Ortus, and apparently the entirety of Canaan House, is a product of Harrow’s mind, they can maybe give some insight into Harrow herself. However, the fact that Ortus seems to break character and chastise her for her lack of imagination is... I don’t know.
Okay, theory time. “The Work” alluded to in the letters is not only the suppression of Lyctor-hood, it’s also the erasure of Gideon, and the creation of these false memories. Meaning Lyctor!Harrow somehow crafted them; there was conscious effort behind it. Which means we can totally pick these scenes apart to gain further insight into Harrow! The skeleton and the Body asking if this is what happened, and Ortus breaking character (maybe) are her subconscious breaking through... Maybe that ties into my idea of the narrator being an internalization or compartmentalization of Harrow’s trauma? Hmm...
Chapter 9
Seventh House skull, and not a flashback. I’m guessing this is because we’re going to inter Cyntherea’s body here.
Okay, so time seems to have passed. IDK how much of the River Harrow remembers here. It seems like she recalls it like a bad dream. Ianthe’s here, and they’re in a chapel made of bone. Or at least one absolutely covered in bone.
Here’s a question. The necromancy Harrow excels at, that’s creating a whole ass skeleton from a single bit of bone. Is she actually creating a new skeleton? Or is she reforming one. Like if she had two teeth from the same skeleton, could she use that to make two new skeletons? In the last chapter the Ressurection was described as not creating anything new... does that apply to all of necromancy, or just what the Emperor did?
Also another side note, Harrow says the stars glow with an unearthly light, which matches what the Emperor said, that they restarted the stars near the Mithraeum with thanergy, so they’re weird now. Except... wasn’t Dominicus restarted the same way? Or is the Dominicus system a hybrid of thanergy and thalergy? I’m getting my energies mixed up.
Anyway yep it’s Cyntherea’s funeral, and Harrow is checking the fuck out.
Okay we have a new Lyctor... and I’m guessing it’s Augustine, since he and Mercymorn are fighting.
Okay and John’s giving a speech and giving more lore about the pre-Ressurrection and it’s confirmed that this guy is Augustine and-
First gen? Second gen? Sixth installation?? Valancy? ANASTASIA?
bruh im so flooded and this is supposed to be such a reverent moment.
Ohhh this is awkward now that they’re pulling Ianthe and Harrow forward. Okay we get a formal introduction to Mercymorn and Augustine. Augustine trails off before the third... and asks if he, the third surviving Lyctor, knows about the missile strikes...Is the third Lyctor the one leading the people who shot down the warships, which is sounding increasingly like a rebellion rather than a battle against others? Who’s the third again ah fuck it’s ORTUS.
ORTUS is apparently interested in “you-know-what”. Which I don’t know what. Please elaborate.
ORTUS is here and he’s skeletal. OH AND SO IS RESSURECTION BEAST NUMBER SEVEN.
FUCK.
(bruh what the fuck is a pseudo-Beast)
Okay yep time to fight an eldritch god.
Speaking of which, God’s name is John confirmed.
And Harrow bled from the ear and fell unconscious, hearing the name ORTUS.
Chapter 10
Pog we’re almost done with part 1. Fifth skull, sheared, so it’s flashback time.
I don’t recognize immediately where we are; apparently this is in the library in Canaan House? Though I don’t remember one from Gideon the Ninth. We see a bit of personality from Ortus, when he complains about Fifth House poetry, which is nice.
Oh, wait, never mind, that was Magnus speaking. Ortus remains as boring as ever.
Hehehehe dick jokes.
Hey so no fake vow of silence in the false memories of Canaan House! That’s interesting. As is Magnus and Abagail being here, and them being pretty fleshed out characters. As are these cooking instructions from the Lyctors...
HOOOOOOOLD the phone here. The cooking notes mention an M and Nigella... which was the first name of Cassiopeia’s cavalier... How would Harrow know that? The easy explanation is that this is a note that Harrow actually found, and is placing here in her fake memories... The other explanation is that something funky is afoot...
Ooohkay Magnus is asking if this is how it happens now. The simulation is breaking down. AND ABAGAIL CAN TELL THAT HARROW IS A LIVING WAR CRIME. PANIC.
Okay now we’re getting Ortus emotion! He is a grown ass man Harrow. At least, he would be, were he not a figment of Harrow’s imagination.
HEEEEY
WHAT THE FUUUUCK
WE’RE CONTINUING ON THIS DYING EGGS THING
PROBABLY WILL BE RELEVANT LATER.
Okay and the simulation breaks down further when Ortus says “you did have a cavalier with a backbone, I’m not them.” Interestingly enough, it’s hours later Harrow realizes something’s weird... Huh...
Chapter 11
Seventh House skull.
Literally just a paragraph saying Harrow sleepwalked and stabbed Cyntherea’s body.
...She sleep walked... the Sleeper from the fake Canaan House...
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Christmas day:
Word count: 638
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Ruby and Clementine were currently in their kitchen, baking a rhubarb pie. Trying to bake a rhubarb pie, really. Ruby is attempting to teach Clementine how to make the pie. It isn't going to plan. At all.
"Clem, honey, no. You're gonna make the crust too thin, and it won't bake properly."
"I'm going to be really honest with you, I have no idea what any of that means. And I wasn't listening to half the instructions you've told me."
"Oh my god."
"Hey can you blame me? There was a very pretty lady telling me instructions. Of course I wasn't paying attention to boring words."
"You flirting ain't gonna get you out of this."
"Damn."
"We need to get this done before everyone comes over for the Christmas party. Just start making the rhubarb fillin' while I try to fix the crust."
"I guess you can say we're making…..Rubyarb pie.
Ruby just let out a long sigh from that bad joke. I mean don't get me wrong, Ruby is trying her damn hardest not to blush because Clem looked so proud of that joke. But the joke was just, bad.
"Oh my god, you did not just say that."
"I did."
"Just…..making the fillin'."
"Why are we making this the day of Christmas?" Clem starts doing the things needed to make the filling.
"Because you decided to eat the one I already made yesterday durin' your 'eat everything in sight, drink all of our apple juice, then pass out' session. So now I'm making you help me remake it."
"OK, far. But do we really need to have a pie?"
"Yes, because all our friends are going to come over, still feelin' the high of openin all their presents, and you know they are going to be hopped up on sugar. Especially the twins, with their obsession with soda chuggin'. They only way to keep the house hole free is to feed them.
"True. They do love their food."
"You found that out the hard way."
"Hey that is not my fault!"
"You have a scar from where Sophie stabbed your hand with a spork for trying to take her fries. After Tenn and Minnie told you not to."
"I like fries!"
"And then, as you were still holding a spork in your skin, you decided to try and take Minnie's nuggets. She almost stabbed you with her straw."
"OK, so maybe it was my fault. But hey, I got to go to the hospital for very cheap 'cause of you."
"Is that the only reason you're with me? Because I can get you into the hospital for the price of a fast food meal?"
"Well, yes, but also no. It's also because doctors are hot."
"Ah."
"Nah I'm just messing. Just because you're hot doesn't mean all doctors are hot. Like that correlation causation graph thing. Why am I doing math?"
"Because the author wanted you to."
"Well, she needs to stop because she's delirious."
"Super delirious for making you do that."
"Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I'm with you because of the fact you make me better. You push me to do things that I'd be afraid to do by myself. You make me happy. You being a hot doctor is just an added bonus."
Ruby snorts, while trying to keep her tears in her eyes. "Not you making me cry on Christmas day."
Clementine just grins, putting the filling in the pie pan, or whatever. I don't feel like thinking about how to make a pie correctly. So this is what you get. Anyway, they put the pie in the oven and set the timer.
"Alright, now we need to make Clemon bars." Ruby grins
"Oh, so you're allowed to make bad puns, but I'm not?"
"Exactly." Ruby grins.
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I’m going down some weird internet rabbit-holes to research a post I’m writing about autism. (Hopefully done in the next few days.) I just learned about John Best. This is some weird shit.
Best rejects the standard anti-vax view that the MMR vaccine causes autism. He thinks only thimerosal-containing vaccines cause autism. His view appears to be that autism is literally just mercury poisoning.
I note the “MMR vaccine causes autism” view was pretty much the catalyst for the whole “vaccines cause autism” movement. If an anti-vaxxer admits the MMR vaccine doesn’t cause autism, this seems to imply the whole movement was started by a fraud/mistake—and then somehow arrived at the correct conclusion anyway. I’m not sure how he explains this.
(It seems kind of like finding out the modern UFO abduction narrative began with the Betty and Barney Hill story, and then learning this story is bogus—but then somehow concluding UFO abductions are real anyway.)
Here’s his post on Andrew Wakefield, saying Wakefield was “used by the Illuminati” to discredit the anti-vax movement, or something: http://hatingautism.blogspot.com/2010/02/andrew-wakefield-used-by-illuminati-in.html (Yes, his blog title is “Hating Autism.” Um, trigger warning?)
(I’m admittedly being a bit sloppy in my use of the term “anti-vaccine,” since many of the group in question are keen to emphasize they aren’t against all vaccines, only some of them. This may be an important detail, but their views are still just as pseudoscientific.)
In any case, here’s the best part (no pun intended). Best thinks a lot of anti-vaccine advocates of the MMR theory are “controlled opposition” who are deceived or bribed to make the anti-vaccine movement look bad. As far as I know, the MMR view is still the majority anti-vaccine view. Best also uses the phrase “the autism community” as… apparently… a synonym for “the proponents of the ‘MMR vaccine causes autism’ theory”. I think? Ok.
Bizarre transcript of his chat with Erik Nanstiel, “controlled opposition” leader: http://hatingautism.blogspot.com/2014/10/erik-nanstiel-controlled-opposition-liar.html
Bizarre transcript of his chat with Jennifer Larson, another “controlled opposition” leader: http://hatingautism.blogspot.com/2014/10/jennifer-larson-controlled-opposition.html
Quote: “Jenny McCarthy was led by some evil entity to make all of us look foolish. I believe she was used and did not have evil intent.”
This all reminds me of what Math Powerland has said about the leadership of the broader flat earth movement. (See the documentary “Behind the Curve” on Netflix.) Powerland thinks the earth is an infinite plane. Most of the flat earth movement thinks the earth is a finite disk. Powerland accuses them of promoting a dumb version of flat earth theory in some conspiracy to discredit the flat earth movement.
The assumption being that disk theory is dumb and infinite plane theory is smart. Ok. The leaders of the ‘mainstream’ flat earth movement is outraged at Powerland’s allegations. But given how they’ve promoted a tendency to always accuse anyone who disagrees with them of being in on a conspiracy, I’m not sure how much room they have to be shocked that a fellow flat-earther would accuse them of being in on a conspiracy.
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ON THE ROAD AGAIN
Characters: GERARD WAY x Reader
Link to chapter four : https://writingforyourpleasure.tumblr.com/post/616411340391759872/on-the-road-again
Warnings : None
Author’s note: Hello ! Hope you’re all doing okay during those strange times ? Sorry for not posting but I had my en-of-the-year exam, but it’s now done and , I only got a few homework to hand-over now and my second year in college’ll be done !Here you go thank you to keep reading .
5. “ Pun-master “
You woke up, feeling something or someone moving in front of you . You started to groan at the uncomfortable feeling not wanting to get up just yet.
“And what owe me the pleasure to be assisted by your presence tonight sir Way?” You said while looking for plates.
The mass finally moved away , listening to your complains .
You woke up what felt just five minutes later but probably was in reality hours after it. Your eyes fluttered slowly as if they were disconnected from your brain. A light shine from the outside was peeking through your tinted window as soon as you truly started to wake up , you realized that Gerard wasn’t here anymore.
“Right…” You breathed out to yourself. Honestly you didn’t want to wake up. You were scared , scared of overthinking this , and because of that you actually was overthinking it . Your brain wasn’t playing on your favor . You didn’t knew how you were gonna survive today. The worst was, you didn’t knew how to act with Gerard , what happened yesterday night wasn’t that big of a deal, really , but again ; you were overthinking it . You just wanted to act normal with him , and was prying your brain to not let you down once you’ll see him. You felt so stupid for having a crush on one of your coworker and friends. You got up and hoped for the best.
You got out of your nest , only to find that you were alone in the bus and that you already had arrived into the next parking’s venue . You went directly to the kitchenette and groaned realized that you guys were short on coffee. You finally resigned yourself and went for the shower.
You got out of the bus a dozen of minutes later to find the parking lot empty except for the security that was already keeping everything on check. You checked your phone to see that it was 3pm . You had enough time, to get yourself a coffee somewhere and not stressing about when to comeback since you didn’t had to repeat with Dex or anything. You put back in your , old black Green Day’s hoodie, pocket your phone . You’ve dressed yourself as unfashionable as it is socially allowed , your laziness was clearly reflecting itself through most of your actions today. You put your headphones on , listening to the last Fever 333’s album and searched on google maps for the nearest Starbucks, once again a reflect of your laziness you figured.
You arrived to the welcoming smell of dirty beans being ground and hot milk.
Once you got your order you looked around for a seat since the place was pretty full, luckily you got one in front of the glass and on both sides what appeared to be two couples . Great. You hope that you’ll be lucky and won’t have to witness the same amount of smooshing in both of them. The teenage one , on your right , were the ones all over each other, with the boy groping at every part accessible of his what-you-presumed-to-be his girlfriend. The one on your left were two men in suits holding each other hands while talking , you sat facing the widow and the other empty seat. You got out of your backpack your sketch book and a pencil starting to draw people passing by while music took you in other world. A tap on your shoulder took you of guard , you got off your headphones .
“Yes ?” you turned around your head to see who was trying to get your attention.
“Hey, is this seat taken ?” Dex was smiling down at you with a big smile.
You said nothing instead kicking the seat in front of you, back to the glass for them to seat.
“I feel like it’s been a while since we talked .” Dex said sitting and looking expectantly at you.
“What are you talking ‘bout we talked just yesterday.” You said not looking up from your sketch book.
“Don’t play dumb y/n , you know what I mean. Like just the two of us ?” Dex sighed , seeing that you decided to not play cooperative . This time you did look up to your friend with a blank expression . Watching their eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It’s true , lately you tried to somewhat distance yourself since you were trying to figure out what the hell was happening with Gerard and you knew that being close to Dex would not help one second . Your friend knew how to read you even when you tried to hide something as well as you could. You had thinked that if Dex was about to ask questions it would make it weird since you were all working together . If you fucked up at any moments , you’ll have nowhere to hide and sometimes it can be a great deal of pain . But apparently you didn’t succeed not to make it awkward since your friend was not so happy that you act a little colder than usual . You were already fucking cold to any strangers , so to be cold to them was shitty. You sighed and run a hand through your now greasy hair . You needed to take a shower quickly , maybe it could wait after the show .
“Hey earth to y/n, hellooo?”
“Huh yeah sorry I was gone for a few…”
“Yeah no shit .”
“Sorry… like for all of it it’s true I’ve been kinda avoiding you guys.”
“Meh it happens , I mean it’s okay we all got our own problems.”
Dex tried to stay warm inside of the Starbucks but you could sense that being against a cold ass window wasn’t helped them to get the warmth that provided the Starbucks.
“I’m so cold….” They whispered as they took a gulp from their drink.
“Well….then stand in a corner .” You replied taking a large gulp of your hot drink too.
“What-Why ?”
“Think..”
“No….. please tell me it’s not because of what I think dude.”
“Coz’ corners are 90 degrees.” You said with a smug smile.
“Ho god …. Ok you know what maybe it’s for the best to be socially distant haha. It is so bad please do not do that again?”
“You’re asking way to much to the pun master .”
“More like the master of fucking nothing y’mean .”
“What did you said peasant , I think I didn’t quite hear that ?”
“Ho nothing .” said your friend smiling like a fool.
“Y/N I’m still fucking cold !” Said your friend trying to warm themselves up by rubbing strongly their arms.
“And how is that my problem , my dear?”
“Someday I really am going to kill you , y’know?” Told Dex between their teeth, with a little grunt along the way.
“Y/N , Can I borrow your scarf? I’m seriously freezing. ”
“Well I can’t turn into a heater for you now can I? So do you want me to set you on fire? Because, I mean it’s still an option? Like I have my lighter right here so….?” You joked while giving them your scarf.
They gave you a warning glance as if they believed you . Then on a very exasperate note they sighed and said :
“Why are you like this?”
You both laughed at that getting some curious looks from other clients. Once both of calmed down you try to get serious talking about the elephant in the room .
“Hey , can I ask your advice on something?”
“Absolutely , but I only advise communication, homosexuality, or murder.” Answered your friend earning a smug know-it-all smile out of you.
You were about to start to get off of your chest the whole “Hey I think I may or may not like the lead singer of the band for which we’re working for.” They cut you off.
“WAIT!”
“Yeah ?”
“Are you absolutely positive this isn’t dangerous or something?” They looked very serious about this , which had the reflex to make you roll your eyes deep inside your skull.
“I’m 95% sure, but yeah, I’ve failed fourth grade math so…” You decided to answer her stupid question with a stupid answer.
“Ho okay then we’re good I failed second grade! So just before we start , how long will this take ? I got to pick up my dog at the salon. «You both laughed at that. «No but like seriously we’ll have to go back to the bus eventually . Maybe tell me along the way back?”
“Alright , alright” You both got up from your seats and finally got out of the Starbucks.
“So huh, you remember when we got the 1 week break , alright?”
“Right. “
“Well huh, me and Gerard started talking by text pretty often during this time.”
“Ho. Did you now ?” They said waving their eyebrows in a suggestive way.
“No not like that calm down, you demon fuck .”
“Always a pleasure to fill my responsibilities.”
“You weirdo….” You whispered under your breath.
“Ho do not act if you aren’t even weirder man ! “
“Anyway, I just , I don’t know . I think, I think I may like him y’know?”
“Well it’s pretty comprehensible , I mean he’s hot .”
“I’m not talking about this you twat!”
“Ho c’mon you can’t say he isn’t !”
“Haha ,He is , I ‘ve sight too I’d let you know. It’s just not the point here .”
“You do? Sorry it’s hard to tell when you dress yourself like that .
“You bitch!” You choked on your drink , coughing violently.
“I’m just kind of dreading to really assuming the whole ‘hey by the way I’m hitting on you’ I don’t want to make it weird during the tour , when we’re not even at the half of it. And I don’t wish for everyone to see that I am hitting on him. I’m not ready.” You explained to Dex , not really wanting to expose everything you and Gerard said or do , foremost because there’s not that much to say
“Maybe not hitting on him is a good call since if you do I’m pretty sure he’s gonna freak out hearing your lame puns.”
“May I recall to you that I’m the pun-master AND the master of pickup lines ?”
“You completely suck at pickup lines, bro.”
“No I don’t !”
“The last time you tried one of you’re pickup lines was on this poor cute girl in Louisiana when you said ‘Are you Google –“
“CUZ YOU’RE EVERYTHING I’M SEARCHING FOR !!!”
“Yeah no wonder it didn’t worked !”
“I’m a genius , you’ll miss me when I’m gone.”
“You wish . So why are you’re feeling attracted to the guy ?”
“Well you see my kink is when people actually care about my feelings and what I have to say. And Since I know him he seems to correspond to this criteria , so I find it pretty attractive and hot since it’s my main kink.”
“Yeah , too unrealistic. Settle for bondage like the rest of us.”
“Where you ever nice Dex ?”
“2012, worst year of my life.” You laughed at what your friend said . “No but more seriously y/n, just let it happen y’know? And when you have the feeling that both of you are having a moment then maybe hit on him but stay subtle y’know?”
“I just want him to take me out…”
“Like, on a date or with a sniper ?”
“He’ll have to surprise me .” You both laughed before changing the subject to the little surprise you’ve both had planned for Max, since he was spending all of his nights and days working on your band , you wanted to do something nice for him. You bought a cookbook a few weeks ago for him as a present for the occasion, he often baked pastries as a distressful way to exhale from work time. Even though the bus condition made it hard to cook anything big it already was a good start. And you bought some bottle of Irish hard cider, since he had said it was the best thing he ever tasted when you all took a vacation to Dex family house there. After getting back to the bus everything went pretty fast , but the talk with Dex about Gerard was still playing in your mind. Ames saw that you were lost in your thoughts most of the time and ask you several times if everything was okay, you tried to act like you didn’t knew what he was talking about and you all moved on with your day . Mikey, Frank , Gerard and Ray were already in your bus when you had come back from your coffee session, and they yelled at you for not texting them and taking them with you. You brushed it off saying that next time you would. Gerard had tried to share looks with you during the day but you were too much caught up into your head to notice.
The show this night was nice and almost too short even if you guys took a ten minutes on My chemical romance planning since you played a special song. Once you were backstage Ames and Billy started their routines taking everything off stage to let place for the boys. To go faster Max offered to help them. It gave you and Dex a chance to run to the bus to prepare your little plan. You took any cushions , pillow and anything fluffy you could find , when you were done the bunks were quite a mess but you didn’t want to think of it since you still had to prepare the hard cider and the cake you brought from the Mark & Spencer’s not having too much time to find anything else. By the time everything was served , you knew that My chem was done with their show too , so you decided to prepare them a part too , you made a point to serve a apple juice instead of the cider for Gerard , not wanting him to feel excluded or anything. Max had been held backstage by Billy and Ames who were your dearest allies as ever.
You installed yourself with every plates and drinks giggling between the two of you alone in the bus to stupid jokes.
A knock made itself hear through the bus and Billy appeared into the kitchenette area before being followed by Ames and Max , who where looking at you with huge smiles spread across their face and a snort from the three of them.
“What the fuck did you do with our beds ?” Asked Max between a laugh.
“Well we did a pillow fort !” Answered Dex.
“Isn’t that a little childish ? “
“Does it means you don’t want to join us ?” You asked Max.
A silence swept through the bus.
“…Move over .” Said Max entering your huge pillow fort and already going for the cake and drink.
“Wait there’s a party and you guys didn’t told us about?! “Said Frank entering your bus.
You handed a plate in his direction , earning a smile from him before he arrived by your side as well as everyone else too.
Frank was on your right while Gerard was on your right and all of you were in a cercle eating and joking about stupid stuff.
“Hey you look better than this morning it’s good to see.” Whispered at your side Gerard offering a sweet smile before readjusting a few locks behind his ear.
“Well It’s because in the end we migrate towards comfort , and I realized that I am most comfortable around you , all of you.” You said returning a bright smile to the man.The night went along before Frank spoke up .
“Guys how are you gonna clean this mess to sleep tonight ?” Painful groans made themselves heard from all of you.
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Forever
{Peter Parker x Male Reader}
Warnings: none… angst…? slight self hate ig but idk you’ll see…
Summary: a peter parker x male reader where peter gets insecure about mj and readers friendship since he sees how good they look together and knew MJ had a slight crush on reader. Reader fixes the problem by cuddling him, giving him slight kisses on his neck and just some fluffy shit. also cute bby boy peter being all flushed and cute
I really hate giving MJ this role, but ok :/ and also, what do you us think about MJ and Peter in FFH? Personally, i dont like it. I’ll make it it’s own post, it’s mostly a personal preference though.
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“OMG, [M/N]. You’re too funny,” MJ said, a slightly happier tone to her voice than usual. You smiled, taking the small smack to your arm with a soft laugh as well. Peter watched across the lunch table while Ned was too occupied with the game on his phone. He pouted; you seemed to be having way more fun with MJ than with him. Lunch was almost over- oh no, wait, that was the bell…
You stood up from your seat as Peter gathered his stuff. He waited for you to walk him to his next class, as you usually did so. MJ also stood up, looking at Peter, “Hey, loser,” Peter had found himself being called ‘loser’ a lot by MJ- probably more than he found himself being called that by Flash- but he knew she was joking, “Aren’t you and I together for History?” Peter nodded, “Oh yeah, I forgot,” he usually had Math right after Lunch, but today was Thursday. Thursday schedule was always weird for him. You began dragging yourself behind and in between them. Ned had already disappeared; his next class was all the way across the hall from where their classes were, so he had to hurry. You spoke up, “I have Biology next anyway. It’s right down the hall from there.”
“Neeerd!” MJ laughed, yelling into your ear. You tried to move away from the noise, a smile playing to your lips, “Oi, idiot, that hurt!” MJ smirked, “Good.” Peter fumed- he felt like he was the third wheel when it was supposed to be MJ. He was dating you, not her. Though, to be fair, not that many people knew. Just the two of you, Ned, Aunt May, Mr. Stark, Happy, and the rest of the Avengers. MJ didn’t, and Peter felt like he should tell her- if not for it being for the reason of ‘she should know because she’s my friend’, then at least for ‘omg stop touching him he’s my boyfriend’. And there she goes, touching you again. Though, this time she used her own shoulder to bump into yours instead.
Peter heard a small murmur, “Doesn’t MJ look really cute next to [M/N]?”
“Yeah, she’s definitely happier around him.”
“She smiled a lot when with him.”
“Their both into the arts; she likes reading and drawing, he likes music and (insert an artistic talent/interest).”
Soon, Peter began hearing things other than just small murmurs and chattering around him. It felt as if he could hear everything everyone was saying. Wasn’t that a side effect of his spider-like abilities? Perhaps it was, Peter couldn’t remember at the moment.
“Yeah, they’re practically made for each other.”
“They make a good couple.”
“Did you hear that MJ and [M/N] got a full score on their project for Art?”
“Oh yeah, they were parters, right?”
“Yeah, MJ made the layout of the sketch and [M/N] finished it up. He did his own thing as well, and they ended up getting their art submitted into the contest happening at the art museum.”
Then, Peter felt as if he couldn’t breathe.
“So cute.”
“Wow, they make a good couple.”
“Peter looks like such a third wheel.”
His own thoughts mixed with the other small talk around him, and it surrounded him in a pit of black.
“He looks like such a loser.”
“Wow, no one would be interested in him anyway.”
“No one likes a nerd.”
“Peter is a loser.”
“Peter is a nerd”
“Peter is lame.”
“No one likes Peter.”
“Peter-“
“Peter!” You shouted in his ear, and Peter jolted up. “O-Oh, yeah?”
“Isn’t this our class?” MJ asked, pointing to the door. Peter nodded sheepishly, looking over at you. You smiled, “Have fun learning about a bunch of dead guys. I’m off to math!” You pumped your fist up in mock excitement. MJ laughed and Peter gave a small chuckle, “H-Have fun.” You nodded, “Sure wont.”
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3rd person P.o.V.
[M/N] met up with Ned, MJ, and Peter after school. “Hey guys!” He greeted, wrapping an arm around Peter’s shoulders. Peter resisted the urge to lay his head on the other male and just looked at him and smiled instead. [M/N] smiled back, but Peter felt like their was this other feeling in the other male’s eyes he couldn’t quite read. “Uh, hey,” [M/N] started, “Parker, you feeling up to a study session today?” Peter pretended to think, nodding soon after, “Sure, dont have any plans today anyway. Lemme text Aunt May, though, first.”
‘Study session’ was a code name for ‘miniature date at my house’. Peter had grown to love the words very much because then it was just them two, and it was normally [M/N] showering Peter in love and affection for the whole night- if he didn’t have Spidey-duty that day, that is. Peter pulled his phone out from his back pocket, pulling up Aunt May’s number. “Can I come too?” MJ asked, “Or is it just one of your gay things?” MJ huffed in amusement at her own joke, not realizing the irony of it. She tried sounding nonchalant about it, but not wanting to break her heart, [M/N] let her off easy, “Uhh, my house is really messy. I feel like Peter can handle it, but I dont wanna make you run off because you’re scared of my pigsty of a home.” He laughed. MJ chuckled, “Wow, gender equality, dude. Whatever happened to that?” [M/N] shook your head, “maybe next time. You don’t have anything and Peter usually spends the night, so it’d be weird, wouldn’t it?” MJ nodded, seemingly disappointed, “yeah, whatever. It’s cool.”
“Done!” Peter chirped, and MJ began walking off. Ned had also run off somewhere. “Good!” [M/N] smiled, “I have you all to myself for the rest of the evening!”
2nd person P.o.V.
Once the two of you made it home, Peter put his stuff down onto the floor in your room while you prepared some food. Since it was Thursday, you guys weren’t assigned that much homework, so you and Peter would probably finish it in the small intervals before classes. You prepared some snacks like popcorn and candy while Peter changed his clothes. He also took the time to pick out clothes for you- a loose white T-shirt with black basket ball shorts. He wore a white shirt- of course, a nerdy one with a scientific pun on it (the two atoms; one asking if the other is positive it lost a electron)- with one of your boxers. He walked out, socks protecting his feet from the cold floor. He scrunched his nose at the smell, smiling.
“You wanna pick out the movie?” Peter asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. You turned around, wrapping your arms around him as well. They made their way around both his arms, one hand holding the other to trap the smaller boy in an embrace. “No, you can pick,” you smiled, tilting your head to kiss Peters lips quickly, “so long as it isn’t Star Wars or Lord of the Rings again. Please. I can’t go through another marathon again.” Peter whined playfully, “But [M/N]!” You stuck your tongue out, “Too bad.”
Peter reciprocated the action, and you both let out a sigh of giggles. “Anyway,” you continued, “You want anything specific to eat?” Peter shook his head and you nodded. You let him go and he went over to the couch. He flipped though the many channels on the TV before settling on a Disney movie. “Is that Disney?” You asked, walking in with a bowl of popcorn, two sodas, and a plate of cookies. Peter watched in awe as you balanced everything. “Yeah,” he answered, “The Hunchback of Notre Dame.”
“Aw, sweet!” You fist-bumped the air, “love that movie.” Peter nodded, leaning to rest his head on your shoulder, he had been deprived of physical touch for a while. He just wanted to spend time with you, was what he thought as he wrapped his arms around you. Your arm wrapped around his waist while the other ate from the supported the bowl of popcorn on your lap. Peter stole some as well, and you watched as the movie began with its intro of the parents trying to save their defaced child from the protagonist.
“It’s kinda inappropriate, dont you think?” You asked Peter after a while, and Peter looked at you confused, eyes squinted Ashe seemingly judged you. “How? It’s a Disney movie?”
“Well, I mean, it talks about gypsies. Aren’t they visualized as prostitutes? And that seen where Esmeralda dances for that old dude, you can see he’s clearly turned on.” You shook your head, “never mind…”
When the movie was over, you cleaned up the remaining food and placed it down to be cleaned later. You carried a very, very tired Peter Parker up to your room. You laid him on the bed and dimmed the lights. He gripped onto you desperately, “Dont move, dont go anywhere…” he said, “Can we stay like this forever…?” He asked tiredly, and you laughed softly, “No, we have school tomorrow.” Peter whined childishly, “forget school. I can make us enough money by being Spider-Man, we dont need education.”
“Peter, my parents would kill me if they found out i dropped out of high school to piggy back on my superhero boyfriend for money.” Peter let out a huff, and the two of you let out quiet, breathy chuckles. He leaned close to you, noses touching. He then frowned, “Do you like MJ?” The question was sudden and it caught you off guard. “Well, i mean… yeah, we’re friends…”
“No, i mean… like like her…?”
You let out an ‘ohhh’, suddenly realizing Peter’s behavior earlier (the cause of your strange glint Peter noted earlier). “No, baby,” you smiled, “I’m not romantically interested in her, if that’s what you’re thinking.” “But,” he began, a slight pout on his lips. God, he was really tired, “she was all over you today, shamelessly flirting with you. You didn’t seem to mind it though…”
“Peter,” you began, stroking his hair a bit, “I dont like MJ. I like you. No, I love you. A lot. So dont think that.” You moved to lay Peter on top of you, taking his hands and intertwining them with yours as he made himself comfortable on your chest. “I know,” Peter started, playing with your fingers a bit, “its just… everybody says you two look good together. I guess i just didnt like the feeling of you with another person, even if it’s just the public appeal and not reality. Sorry…” You shook your head, “dont apologize, baby. It’s normal to feel jealous…”
Peter was quick to defend, lifting his head up to glare at you accusingly, “I wasn’t jealous!” You laughed, “yeah, and I’m not dating Spider-Man.” Peter sighed, resting in his previous position. He mumbled another, ‘I wasn’t jealous…’ and you just nodded. You began running your hands through his hair, to which he quickly responded by sighing and relaxing even further into your chest.
A few minutes of running your hands through his hair later, Peter got bored and slightly irritated of the position. He moved to sleep next to you, with you spooning him. You wrapped your arms around him and gently played it his stomach, felling up and down his abs. He whimpered lightly, curling a bit at the ticklish feeling. His body began to heat up; you could feel it. “Are you still upset?” You asked softly, and Peter nodded. You sighed, placing soft kisses to Peter’s neck. He leaned back, face flushed red as you continued up his neck to his jaw. He turned his head to face you, and gave you a soft kiss. You to didnt move, instead you stayed there and took in the presence of each other.
When you two pulled away, Peter had the brightest blush on his face. He huffed, eyes falling closed, “I wasn’t jealous.”
“Of course you weren’t,” you smiled, “who said you were?”
You turned off the light once Peter finally fell asleep. The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night- and, to be honest, if you could, you would stay like that forever if you could.
Panicked gay moment; had no clue what to write for MJ, sry sry sry anon (._.”)
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it’s time for my play-by-play review (put some breaks in so it’s not a giant wall of text):
“Here in Duckburg, life is like...a hurricane?” Ha ha theme song reference.
El Pato is Spanish for the duck and that amuses me. Although we call our version of that storm system El Niño, so shouldn’t it have been El Patito?
Mr. Chunk’s EXTRA CHUNKY Chili Chunks
“Could you give us a hand?” *All laugh* In hindsight, he probably should have helped them instead of using the time tub again. He’d still get in trouble for stealing, but he probably would have gotten a less harsh punishment.
“We should have plenty of food we won’t get sick of.” “I said sick from and you know it.” Classic kid logic.
Are the chili dogs a Sonic reference, since Ben is playing him in the upcoming movie?
“Chili dogs put the ‘hooray’ in ‘hooraycane’ party.” That was an awful pun and we should all be mad at Della for it.
“And we all get scurvy. Again.” This is why they need Donald home.
“Is that your parenting strategy or did you get that off a bumper sticker?” Beakley keeps in real.
Beakley and Della have a great dynamic this episode. I honestly think Beakley sees a lot of herself in Della and is trying to teach Della what she wishes someone had taught her when she had her own kid(s).
Louie pushing Huey to the center of the room so that nobody notices him leaving, smart.
“My brother’s gonna be a professional nerd.” Hooray for supporting your brother!
Mary Poppins-CONFIRMED MEMBER OF THE MCDUCK CLAN.
The wooden cane reminds me of Hop Pop’s
“That boy’s up to something.” Crazy thought here but maybe you should be proactive about that and follow him YOURSELF.
Launchpad never ceases to amaze me. How did he nail wood to STAINED GLASS?
That’s coming out of his paycheck.
“You’ve got your own tub?! Lucky.” GET THIS MAN A TUB, STAT!
I hope we get more Louie and Launchpad stuff. The way they play off each other is great.
Louie’s little presentation is great and runs on kid logic.
Bubba is adorable.
BWAMP. Nice sound effect.
“Time Treasures, a subsidiary of Louie Inc. It’s not a crime if it’s lost to time.” Cute, but I doubt that would hold up in court.
Also, did Louie’s plan/most of the episode remind anyone else of Bender’s Big Score? Bender pulled a similar scheme at the end, only his time traveling caused a rip in the fabric of space. So they got off lucky here?
I totally buy Launchpad keeping a shower cap and rubber ducky on his person at all times. I WANT HIM TO GET HIS BUBBLE BATH, DAMMIT!
“HEY COOL. A DEAD GUY!” Dewey, you really shouldn’t get that excited over corpses. I know Bubba is actually alive, but did they?
Webby, Bubba is taller and buffer than you. I don’t think he qualifies as a “little” guy.
I DEMAND to know about the times Scrooge was frozen in an iceberg! Is Webby counting the time he and Goldie were frozen together?
Metaphors and hypothetical situations don’t work on Della. Maybe it’s a pilot thing.
“HISTORY IS ALIVE!” I LOVE MY NERD SON.
I love when people meet someone who doesn’t understand them/speaks a different language, they think talking louder will help.
“He’s got a hat like a person!” Is that racist?
Of COURSE Dewey turns the hat backwards.
“Your Funky Fresh ways” These kids have watched waaaay too much 90s media. The little hip shimmy was great.
Chili dogs>tree bark
“Man, I am learning SO MUCH.” Me too, Webby. Me too.
Did the exchange between Louie and Launchpad about the ethical nature of Time Treasures remind anyone else of when Jim and Launchpad discussed Jim’s plan to get himself into the movie or am I seeing parallels where there aren’t any?
Louie went to the school of Katara. (Both agree it’s ok to steal from pirates)
NOTHING is ever 100% safe
Dewey reeeeeeally wants another sibling. I bet someone is gonna push his mom into the dating scene.
OG DUCKTALES REFERENCE FTW
Bubba-a lyrical genius
Launchpad looks SO LOST while all of this is going on. Though he seems pretty lost in the whole episode.
“At least make him wear a helmet.” Safety lessons!
“SHUT UBBA, MAN.”
“Don’t think about it too hard.” A rule of thumb when dealing w/ time travel.
Poor Launchpad is having an existential crisis.
And THAT is why we leave time travel to the professionals, Louie. Next time just ask Uncle Scrooge.
How did they make a graphic for Timephoon so fast?
Roxanne is salty, but of course the source is McDuck Manor.
I DEMAND MORE FRANKLOON. Maybe Fenton could write a musical about him. Sidenote: I REALLY WANT a Ben Franklin musical.
Bubba-an artistic MARVEL
Shimmy that board clean!
The little head stroke she gives Louie. MY HEART!
I...don’t think that is how to do math.
“I see how you turned this into a lesson in parenting and I’m impressed.” THAT’S HOW GRANDMAS ROLL.
Gyro-the most USELESS TWINK. I love him.
I love the way Bobby says “oh boy” for Louie.
“HE IS OFFENSIVE TO THE FIELD OF ANTHROPOLOGY!” Time travel in general is probably offensive to anthropology.
Is it wrong to enjoy Huey going FERAL AS FUCK? Because I thoroughly enjoy it.
Why would you listen to Dewey on research?
“Did you SEE that finger progression on that solo?”
Bubba-MASTER MUSICIAN! Also, KEYTARS ROCK!
“COME HERE, YOU HISTORICAL ABOMINATION!” Not saying Huey’s killed a man, but he knows how to and how to cover it up.
Pretty sure Webby and Dewey are trolling.
“Definitely not cloning an army.” I have SO MANY QUESTIONS.
Louie’s in hoodie-ville.
“He could be anywhen!” Time travel jokes.
I like that they all assume it’s Gyro at first. WHAT CRIMES HAS THIS MAN COMMITTED?!
“It’s one of the kids.” “I’ll get Dewey.” I could see Dewey stealing the time tub, but he’d just try and change the name of things into Dewey puns.
Ninjas,worse than termites-Scrooge Mcduck, 2019
MORE BEAKLEY/DELLA TEAM UPS PLZ
“Even good kids do dumb things.” And good adults. No one thinks Louie is a bad kid, but he was pretty dumb.
What was with the log?
SANTA TRAP
“Oh no, they may be French.” That line made me laugh.
Launchpad falling asleep when the tapestry was over his face-hilarious.
“Don’t ask.”
Launchpad-always asking the right questions.
“Thank you past and/or future me.”
I love Huey trying to make sense of Bubba.
“I hate this.”
Poor Huey.
Bubba-an amazing animal tamer
I really like how much Della admires Beakley.
Webby shouting “GRANNY!” T_T
So is that picture of Scrooge, Donald, and Della fighting pirates a time travel related adventure?
Hi Woody and Jessie
“I’VE IMMEDIATELY FAILED YOU.” Mood
Launchpad is so wise. But I think time is more timey-wimey, wibbly-wobbly, right Scrooge?
Della’s angry mom voice
The fight is cool.
“AH, ME SCURVY!” BRICK JOKE FTW!
Not the time for time travel logic, Dewey. Plus they seem to be coming from different countries so anywhere would still work.
Bubba-A HERO
“GO, YOU FREAK OF HISTORY!”
#youtriedLaunchpad
“EVERYTHING WE DO HAS ALREADY HAPPENED!”
Della shouting “KIDS” and Louie shouting “MOOOM” really hit me in the gut.
Let’s pour one out for Bubba.
I PRAY TO GOD someone writes fics about what each character was doing in the time period they ended up in.
Della was giving me MAJOR Joan of Arc vibes in that armor.
Yeah, this scene hurt. But it needed to be done. Louie still seems to think that it was all a good idea. He hasn’t learned his lesson yet.
That scene also reminded me of Merida and Elinor’s fight in Brave. Both sides have a point, but both went too far.
I’m glad Louie didn’t instantly accept his mom. It’s more interesting that way and feels real.
I love that Launchpad looks around at everyone before he reacts. He most likely knows nothing about the Spear of Selene incident so he has no idea of how hurtful Louie’s comment was.
Gyro had NO REACTION to any of that fight.
That broke poor Della.
“I went to the future. I’ve seen how the world ends.*pause* It was neat! See you there soon!”
I wonder why Launchpad was the only one who went forward in time. Could it play a role in stopping the invasion?
“Some people aren’t ready for the truth.” So wise.
Bubba-THE FIRST OF CLAN MCDUCK
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Kotlc theater AU
This is not edited by the way,
(The musical is Anything Goes btw)
Sophie walked carefully into the theater lobby holding a folded up cast list. She stood on her toes to try to spot her friends through the huge crowd of people. Fitz and Marella were standing by the water fountain and Sophie pushed her way through to get to them.
“Hey sophie!” Fitz said “I saw you got Hope, that amazing!”
“I honestly have no idea, I haven’t even read the synopsis.” Sophie said, out of breath, having just ran from her math class.
“It’s the lead, Sophie.” Marella laughed
“Oh” Sophie said “WAIT WHAT?”
“You really didn’t know?” Marella asked
“No, by the way, where’s Keefe?”
“Probably antagonizing the crew.” Fitz said simply, and he seemed to know his best friend pretty well because no more than three seconds later Keefe ran out of the theater with a pretty girl with silver bangs shouting at his heels.
“Get out and don’t you ever touch the scaffolding again! You could have killed someone!” She yelled. Keefe found their group and he and Fitz exchanged a greeting.
“Hey you kids!” Someone shouted from the top of the stairs, “Gather round actors.” The milling stops pretty instantly and people make their way to the foot of the steps.
“Since Tech is working on the set we will be in the lobby for all of rehearsal and we will do a read through.”
“What did you get?” Keefe whispers to Fitz and Marella. “Also what did I get?”
“You don’t know?”
“Naw but I figure it’s a good role, I aced that audition.”
“Hate to tell you Keefe,” Marella said her face completely straight “But you didn’t even get a part.” Sophie watched as the smile melted off of Keefe’s face right until Marella started to laugh, she was bent over with her hands on her knees before she could form a sentence again.
“Just kidding, you’re Moonface Martin, comedic lead, just like last year.”
“Oh good, amd you and wonderboy here?”
“I got Reno and he got Billy.” Keefe’s reply was cut of by a call to attention from Ms. Oralie.
“Let's all gather round!” When everyone was in a circle someone burst through the lobby doors.
“SORRY sorry I’m late!” Jensi said and he stumbled to an empty spot in the circle, “I completely forgot this was today.”
“Just remember next time Mr. Babblos.” Mr. Leto sighed, muttering something about you kids. “Ok I’m going to pass out scripts and you are going to read your characters’ lines, you can say them however for now I can nitpick later. Let's get started.”
Biana was sitting next to Sophie and while Sophie was best friends with her brother, she had never been close with Biana. The glare Biana was giving her wasn’t helping either. Fitz opened the book and started the show. The run through was actually pretty great and Sophie had decided that she had way too many lines. Halfway through the run through Sophie had cracked a joke and Biana’s laugh gave her hope (haha Anything Goes pun) that they might be able to get along after all. When they were done they moved into the theater. The stage was still a work in progress, but they were in the booth now. Mr. Leto decided to start blocking with a scene in the middle since they had everyone there and the first scenes only had a few people. It didn’t make any sense but Sophie had heard stories of Mr. Leto’s chaotic teaching style. Halfway through the blocking everything went dark. There was a lot of screaming and panicking. Then everything turned back on again.
“Sorry guys, someone said from the tech booth, I just unplugged the entire light board!”
“You did what?” Linh shouted from backstage? “Tam! How on earth”
“I don’t know?” He said meekly, I just did.
“I think we’re done for today.” Ms. Oralie said, “you are all dismissed”
“That wasn’t that bad” Sophie mused. Keefe laughed and Marella said
“Just wait until we get to tech week!”
Credit to @tinuviel-tinuviel for the idea
#keeper of the lost cities#kotlc#shannon messenger#theater au#musical thatre#anything goes#sophie foster#fitz vacker#biana vacker#keefe sencen
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ok to kick off october (aka the month of halloween) bc its officially past midnight heres a little ficlet i tweeted the concept of a few weeks back! some classic “hermann gets dragged along into a corny fake haunted house and newt is the semi-incompetent worker who keeps flirting instead of actually trying to scare him” au meetcute. also dedicated to @newts-geiszler and @ee-void, the former who indulges me in all my halloween newmann talk, the latter who drew VERY cute art of this on twitter. im gonna make this longer for ao3 lol
The house is large, full of dark corners and artificial fog, fake, too-red gore splattering the walls, the hardwood floors, and cobwebs—these quite possibly real—hang from the chandeliers and wall-set candle holders. It all looks a bit like the set for some bad horror movie. Something that would come on the television at midnight that Hermann would deliberately skip over. “Forty dollars,” he sniffs, as he waits in line with Tendo, Mako, and Raleigh, “for this.”
Piercing, electronic screams drift through the shadowy doorway. The line moves forward. “Look, it’s totally worth it,” Tendo insists. “We’ve done this—what, how many times?”
“Three times,” Mako says. She smiles at Hermann. “It is fun.”
A “zombie”—face green, clothing hanging from its body, groaning—ambles past them, nearly bumping into Hermann, and Raleigh takes a small step between it and Mako.
By the time their group is ushered inside fully, three more zombies and a vampire have wandered by and Hermann is more than ready to go home. His leg isn’t aching him—not yet—but his head is, and it’s been a long day and it looks as though there are a great many stairs to climb in the house. And the flashing strobe lights aren’t helping anything. “Where first?” Tendo says, and points at a little signpost listing the different attractions the house has to offer. Knife-wielding serial killers are delegated to the dining room and kitchen, evidently, vampires to the master bedroom, bloodthirsty scarecrows to the field beyond the house and the undead! to the graveyard beyond that. “Your pick, Hermann!”
Whatever will get them out of here faster. There’s a large group clogging the main entrance that leads to the dining area and Hermann doesn’t particularly fancy standing around anymore, so he examines the sign for their other options. “Basement?” he says.
“The mad scientist’s lab,” Tendo says, lowering his voice ominously, and Hermann sighs.
A few people in costume leap out at them on their journey to find the basement, or, the mad scientist’s lab: a man in a hockey mask wielding a bladeless (and blood-splattered) chainsaw, a villain Hermann recognizes from one of those countless 1980s slasher flicks, a murderous and fanged clown. Much to the delight of Mako, Tendo, and Raleigh, and much to the disinterest of Hermann. He spares a glance at his phone when they finally descend upon the lab. Half past nine. Hermann would normally be in bed by now.
The mad scientist’s lab is decked out in sterile metal, flickering overhead lights, and shelves lined with strange disembodied things in jars. Hermann catches sight of some sort of animatronic Frankenstein’s monster-esque creature strapped to a metal table. That’s all there seems to be. It’s terribly anti-climatic. “Shouldn’t someone be jumping out at us?” Raleigh says, as they stand there staring.
A door swings open, and a short man in thick glasses and a lab coat stumbles in. He’s covered in more fake blood from his face to his clothing and holding what appears to be a large alien brain in a jar. “Shit!” he hisses. He nearly drops the jar in his haste to get to the side of the strapped-down creature, and he’s muttering under his breath. Hermann finds him oddly charming. Tendo and Mako are snickering.
When it’s clear the man won’t be leaping at them or stabbing himself with a retractable knife or any of the host of other things Hermann’s seen others do tonight, he can’t help but say “Are you meant to be scary?”
The man prods the animatronic creature one last time and turns his attention to them once more. “Uh. Obviously,” the man says, and he holds up his bare hands. “You see any gloves here?” He taps at his glasses. “Any goggles? I’m a walking OSHA violation, man. I’m a fatal lab accident waiting to happen.” The animatronic creature suddenly jerks to life with a deep yell, sitting up ramrod-straight and fighting its bonds. The man also yells, in surprise, and he falls back and does drop the jar this time. “Fuck! Now it works.”
Hermann has a hard time stifling his laugh; his colleagues are not even trying. “Are you quite alright?” Hermann says, as green liquid and the fake rubber of the brain ooze across the floor.
The man hauls himself to his feet, brushing off his bloody lab coat, and shoots Hermann a broad smile. “Yep! Yep. All good. Technical difficulties. All minor, though.” He ducks out of sight again, presumably for a broom.
“Come on,” Tendo says, grinning, and nudges the small of Hermann’s back.
They wander on through the basement. The short “mad scientist” they left behind isn’t the only thing to see down there, but he was certainly the only one that caught Hermann’s eye, and the rest of it passes by in a blur. They’re ascending the staircase once more—Hermann, slower up it on account of his cane, bringing up the rear—when a familiar face pops up in a gaping hole in the wall.
“Hi,” the mad scientist says, not making any move to shout or make a grab for Hermann. He’s just leaning on the jagged wood.
“Hello,” Hermann says, and frowns. “Shouldn’t you be—”
“Jumping out at you?” he says. “Probably.” He hoists one leg over the hole, then the other, much to the surprise of Hermann, then lands heavily on the staircase just behind Hermann. He dusts off his lab coat. “So,” the mad scientist says, “uh, I’m Newt. What’s your name?”
“Hermann.” It’s hard to make out Newt’s face from underneath the makeup and fake blood and the poor lighting to boot, but he has pleasantly round cheeks and a very nice smile that Hermann likes instantly.
“Hermann,” Newt repeats, and then goes and spoils the moment by waggling his eyebrows ridiculously. “You come here often, then?”
Hermann makes a face and begins ascending the stairs once more. “Not if I can help it,” he says. He’s lost Mako, Tendo, and Raleigh, but he’s got a new companion, evidently—Newt’s trailing after him, hands shoved into his lab coat pockets.
“Not your scene?” Newt says.
Hermann shakes his head.
“Well, don’t worry,” Newt says, and winks cheekily. “I’ll protect you from—fuck—!” An animatronic skeleton swings out at them from another gaping hole in the wall, and Newt jumps and grabs onto Hermann’s left arm.
“How heroic,” Hermann says dryly, and pats Newt’s hand. Newt does not let go, but Hermann finds he doesn’t really mind. “Why are you working here, exactly?” It doesn’t seem like Newt’s scene, either.
“I’m part time for the season,” Newt says, eyeing the dangling and fairly innocuous skeleton nervously. “I just love Halloween.” They step up another few stairs. Nothing else jumps out at them; Newt starts to relax. And talk more. “I’m a full time biologist, though,” he says. “So the mad scientist shtick isn’t totally a shtick.” He plucks at his lab coat. “I actually stole this from work.”
“You’ve covered it in fake blood,” Hermann says. “Doesn’t that count as some sort of contaminate?”
“Maybe,” Newt says, and shrugs. “I never actually wear it. Anyway, what do you do?”
“I teach maths at the university nearby,” Hermann says, and Newt’s face lights up.
“Oh!” he says. “This—” he waves his hand over Hermann’s—sensible—cardigan, tweed blazer, and glasses chain, “—isn’t a costume, then? I thought you were supposed to be a librarian or something. Math professor makes a lot more sense, though. Cool.” Hermann supposes he should be offended over the jab as his appearance, but Newt’s endearing in some odd, infectious sort of way. Like a particularly animated and particularly resilient weed.
They’ve reached the top of the staircase and Hermann’s colleagues are nowhere in sight, so he doesn’t let go of Newt’s hand quite yet. They wander out to the front of the house together, through a kitschy little graveyard of Styrofoam headstones engraved with terrible puns and more rolling fog.
“My shift’s over in five minutes,” Newt suddenly says, casual. He’s watching Hermann from the corner of his eye. “Just so you know. If you wanted to ditch this place and, uh, grab a drink or something.”
“A drink,” Hermann says, and then he realizes what Newt’s implying. “Oh. Yes. I would like that.” He doesn’t imagine Tendo will be too upset if he calls it a night early. Especially considering the circumstances: Newt is even nicer to look at in the moonlight, faux blood splatters and all (and he does hope Newt has a change of clothing, or else they may not be let in to any bars), and though Hermann isn’t the type to run around falling for handsome strangers at Halloween attractions something about Newt feels different.
“Ha! Awesome!” Newt’s near-bouncing on his feet with excitement and beaming at Hermann, which is probably why he doesn’t see the chainsaw-wielding man in the hockey mask from before until he leaps out right in front of them. Newt swears loud enough to wake the dead and undead alike. “Shit! Okay,” he says, as Hermann smothers his laughter behind his hand and the man in the hockey mask crouches behind a tombstone once more, “I’m so over this.” He starts dragging Hermann towards the exit. “Let’s go, Hermann.”
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Tag Game - 30ish questions
I was tagged by @donttouchtheneednoggle:) Thank you!
1. How tall are you? 5' 5″.
2. What colour and style is your hair? Brown, pixie-ish cut, I like to say it has “unmotivated wave” because it’s not straight, but it’s not really wavy either (insert pun about how I’m not exactly straight or wavy... gay... insert bi joke, ok?).
3. What colour are your eyes? Green? Hazel? I just asked Spouse-Human, he said (from across the room), “brown, possibly,” so no one knows.
4. Do you wear glasses? Yes.
5. Do you wear braces? Not since middle school.
6. What is your fashion style? Does not apply? I guess I most often (by that I mean daily) wear a nerdy t-shirt, men’s jeans, and a men’s hoodie. Or, if forced to not look like the goblin I am, colorful v-neck, cardigan, women’s jeans or dress pants.
7. Full name? Sarah
8. When were you born? September
9. Where are you from and where do you live now? Eh... I hate being asked where I’m from because like... I have very little emotional attachment to the place I spent most of my life and I haven’t lived in the city I was born in since I was too young to remember. So let’s go with “North-east-ish USA” for both.
10. What school do you go to? I’m out of school (and want to go back).
11. What kind of student are you? Nerd. I was a big giant nerd in school (and I still am one, but obviously not in school). I wanted to know the why and the how, not memorize stupid lists, which pissed a lot of people off. My learning/study method was always “find someone who is at the same academic level as me, study with them all the time so we can really get into the subject and make sure we know it.”
12. Do you like school? Loved it, when given the opportunity to study what I wanted.
13. What are your favourite subjects in school? I majored in Computer Science and Biology with a minor in Chemistry and almost a minor in Math. But not hardware. I hate hardware.
14. Favourite TV shows? Too... many... Miraculous Ladybug, Stargate SG-1, Dollhouse, Orphan Black, Grey’s Anatomy, Smallville, Cloak and Dagger, Agent Carter, The Good Place, Firefly, Agents of SHIELD... I’ll stop now...
15. Favourite movies? Emperor’s New Groove, Tangled, Love Simon, Madagascar, Sound of Music, Singin’ in the Rain, others I totally forget.
16. Favourite books? Howl’s Moving Castle, The Magicians, Harry Potter, Ender’s Shadow, Ella Enchanted, Looking for Alaska, The Twenty-One Balloons, wow, I swear I read “grown up books” too, but the quality of these here is way beyond a lot of those.
17. Favourite past times? Writing, binge watching, reading, taking care of my plant-babies, annoying my loved ones.
18. Do you have any regrets? Yeah, a few, but I try to remember that I did the best I could with what I knew and the resources I had at the time.
19. Dream job? My job (code monkey), but I get to actually work with code more than once a week, and when I do, I have support to do what needs to get done and at least a quick walkthrough of the tools we use. And they’re not getting rid of the work-from-home program forcing me to get a new job. And there’s more women and people of color.
20. Would you like to be married some day? I am married, my dude. Though I do routinely ask Spouse-Human to marry me again.
21. Would you like to have kids someday? No. I love being an aunt. I LOVE it. I love supporting my friends and family who have kids, and I love getting to know these tiny humans and helping them navigate the world. I don’t want to have my own children.
22. How many? Zero. It bothers me that this was made into a separate question.
23. Do you like shopping? Depends on what I’m shopping for. Books? Yeah, I love shopping for books. House plants? Yeah, gimme some of those. Clothes? No, thanks. Any kind of big purchase that I will have/use for many years? HATE, PLEASE SAVE ME.
24. What countries have you lived in? Just the US. I have my eye on a few places though... Icelandic is close to German, language-structure-wise, right?
25. The scariest nightmare you’ve had? Either the dream about the Iron Giant trying to smash a Burger King I was hiding in, or the time I woke up and all I remembered was the overwhelming feeling of having wronged someone else through my own selfishness.
26. Do you have any enemies? Like, are there people I consider my enemies and have strong negative feelings towards them? Not really? Are there people who feel that way about me? No fucking clue, my dude. And not really any of my business? Like, feel however you want to feel about me, so long as we treat each other civilly and/or avoid each other.
27. Do you have an s/o? Yeah. Yeah I do. I’m looking at him RIGHT NOW. I’m wearing TWO articles of clothing I stole from him! I’d say we’re at the significant stage of otherness.
28. Do you believe in miracles? Sure. But I believe they’re rare.
Tagging @little-red-alchemist-of-doom, @dragon-of-the-sea, @miraculouspaon, @knitting-necromancy, @musiclvr1112, @cameforthecat, and does anyone else follow me here? If so, and you want to do this, please do! (and tag me so I can see your answers!!)
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