#but people did this with sweet old pooh bear too
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Complex feelings about copyright and Disney's appalling ethics aside, it does unsettle me how quickly people jump to make and monetize the most unnerving, depraved content imaginable about characters created for children the second it hits the public domain
#lilac rambles#lilac goes to the movies#look you don't have to defend yourselves to me i don't really care what you do#so please don't flood my inbox with all this stuff about why disney sucks and why gross stuff is good actually#im not here to fight#i get it. they suck and this feels vindicating#i just get unnerved watching people do terrible things to things created for children the second they can#maybe it's bc i don't see anyone making anything...idk...nice? and like...not freaky?#like it really feels like 'haha we're going to defile this creation bc it makes us feel good to destroy something created for families'#bc if it had just been the case with mickey id get it yknow#but people did this with sweet old pooh bear too#but maybe that's bc he's now a disney property idk#like maybe as other famous characters come into the public domain people won't do the same things#and honestly that will make me feel a lot better
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Didn't Wanna Feel Older in 2024? TOO LATE!
So long, 2023! You have been a weird-@$$ year to say the least. Between by having to repair old thumb drives, purchase a new printer, finding out I'm susceptible to anxiety attacks, trying out dating for the first time, getting my Discord and Steam account hacked, starting a new Discord server since said account was never unhacked, opened myself up to commissions, managed to post art for Halloween, got Covid, summoned more Kaijus to play an elaborate game of poker, and had a merry enough Christmas. Here's hoping 2024 will prove better. At the moment I have no new goals, since I just want to relax after four months of constantly being active. There's a mile of books, movies, and TV shows I need to get caught up on! My opinions on all of them will be given in future Giraffe's Eye Views, but for now let's get to what you all came here for: yet another unnecessarily long list of things celebrating major milestones this year!
You all loved it when I did this last year. In fact it got more attention that anything else I posted, including the original art I put way more effort and time into. Nah, that didn't sting at all. Seeing my sketches get ignored is so much fun. Passive-aggressive joking aside, I do still love making these lists, so let's get started with some major stuff this year.
Thanksgiving wasn't too long ago, so why not mention that the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade turns 100 this year? I know, that's insane! Watching this festive event has become a seasonal staple in my house and is the only reason I've ever signed up for Peacock. Thank goodness in all those years it hasn't been smashed by a giant monster.
Godzilla turns 70 freak'n years old this year! How crazy insane is that? Here's hoping his old age won't slow him down when he teams up with King Kong this April. Even if it does, Gojira will continue being cinema's coolest character!
Contrasting with the King of the Monsters, Mary Poppins turns 60 years old this year. This movie, considered to be Walt's last masterpiece, has aged considerably well even after all this time.
Oh yeah, and Mickey Mouse enters the public domain this year. Still not entirely sure how that works, but whatever. What I do know is...
Anything from 1974 turns 50 this year. That includes-
The Fort Wilderness Resort (January 1st)
Happy Days (January 15th)
Blazing Saddles (February 7th)
"Waterloo" by ABBA (March 4th)
“Sundown” by Gordon Lightfoot (March 25th)
"Rikki Don't Lose That Number" by Steely Dan (April 25th)
Herbie Rides Again (June 6th)
"Sweet Home Alabama" by Lynyrd Skynyrd (June 24th)
America Sings (June 29th)
Gone in 60 Seconds (July 28th)
Hong Kong Phooey (September 7th)
Shazam! (TV series) (September 7th)
Little House on the Prairie (September 11th)
Wolverine debuted in The Incredible Hulk #180 (October)
Arkham Asylum makes its first appearance in Batman #258 (October)
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (October 11th)
Phantom of the Paradise (October 31st)
Earthquake (November 15th)
The Year Without a Santa Claus (December 10th)
Young Frankenstein (December 15th)
The Godfather Part II (December 20th)
Winnie the Pooh and Tigger, Too! (December 20th)
The Island at the Top of the World (December 20th)
An Adaptation of Dickens' Christmas Carol, Performed by The Walt Disney Players
“Bennie and the Jets” by Elton John
"Hooked On A Feeling" by Blue Swede
“The Loco-Motion” by Grand Funk Railroad
Anything from 1979 turns 45 this year. That includes-
Captain America (The TV movie) (January 19th)
The Dukes of Hazzard (January 26th)
The Warriors (February 9th)
John Carpenter's Elvis (February 11th)
Hair (March 14th)
"In the Navy" by the Village People (March 17th)
The Bad News Bears (March 24th)
Phantasm (March 28th)
"We Are Family" by Sister Sledge (April)
Nickelodeon (April 1st)
"Boogie Wonderland" by Earth, Wind, & Fire (May 6th)
Alien (May 25th)
Rocky II (June 15th)
"My Sharona" by The Knacks (June 18th)
The Muppet Movie (June 22nd) - THIS MOVIE SLAPS!
The Apple Dumpling Gang Rides Again (June 27th)
The Amityville Horror (July 27th)
"Highway to Hell" by AC/DC (July 27th)
Apocalypse Now (August 15th)
"Don't Bring Me Down" by Electric Light Orchestra (August 24th)
Big Thunder Mountain Railroad (September 2nd)
The Bugs Bunny / Road Runner Movie (September 14th)
Scooby-Doo and Scrappy-Doo (September 22nd)
Spider-Woman (TV show) (September 22nd)
The Black Stallion (October 17th)
Atari's Asteroids (November)
The Fish That Saved Pittsburgh (November 6th)
Pink Floyd's The Wall (November 30th)
Star Trek: The Motion Picture (December 7th)
1971 (December 14th)
The Jerk (December 14th)
The Black Hole (December 20th)
Mickey Mouse Disco
Anything from 1984 turns 40 this year. That includes-
The Kid Who Collects Spider-Man (January)
Night Court (January 4th)
"Rock You Like a Hurricane" by Scorpions (February 3rd)
Footloose (February 17th)
Nintendo's Punch-Out!! (February 17th)
"Eat It" by Weird Al Yankovic (February 28th)
Splash (March 9th)
Children of the Corn (March 9th)
Run DMC (March 27th)
Romancing the Stone (March 30th)
The Toxic Avenger (April 11th)
Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter (April 13th)
My Little Pony: Rescue at Midnight Castle (April 14th)
"We're Not Gonna Take It" by Twisted Sister (April 27th)
The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Franchise (May)
Marvel's Secret Wars (May)
Spider-Man's Black Suit debuted in The Amazing Spider-Man #252 (May)
"What's Love Got to Do with It" by Tina Turner (May 1st)
WHAM!'s Make It Big (May 14th)
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (May 23rd)
Once Upon a Time in America (June 1st)
Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (June 1st)
Bruce Springsteen's Born in the U.S.A. (June 4th)
Ghostbusters (June 8th)
Gremlins (June 8th)
The Karate Kid (June 22nd)
Prince's Purple Rain (June 25th)
Conan the Destroyer (June 29th)
The Last Starfighter (July 13th)
The Muppets Take Manhattan (July 13th)
The NeverEnding Story (July 20th)
The Adventures of Andre & Wally B. (July 25th)
Dragon's Lair (TV show) (September 8th)
Voltron (September 10th)
Muppet Babies (September 15th)
Miami Vice (September 16th)
The Transformers Franchise (September 17th)
Murder, She Wrote (September 30th)
Thomas & Friends (October 9th)
Fist of the North Star (anime) (October 11th)
"We Belong" by Pat Benatar (October 16th)
The Terminator (October 26th)
"Like a Virgin" by Madonna (October 31st)
A Nightmare on Elm Street (November 16th)
Supergirl (movie) (November 21st)
Beverly Hills Cop (December 5th)
Hydlide (December 13th)
Starman (December 14th)
Frankenweenie (December 14th)
Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo (December 19th)
The Country Bear Christmas Special (December 19th)
Anything from 1989 turns 35 this year. That includes-
The Arsenio Hall Show (January 3rd)
Gotham by Gaslight (February)
SimCity (February)
LJN's Friday the 13th for NES (February)
Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure (February 17th)
The Toxic Avenger Part II (February 24th)
"Like a Prayer" by Madonna (March 3rd)
Quantum Leap (March 26th)
The Jim Henson Hour (April 14th)
Ranma 1/2 (April 15th)
Pet Sematary (April 21st)
Nintendo's Super Mario Land (April 21st)
Tom Petty's Full Moon Fever (April 24th)
Dragon Ball Z (April 26th)
Disney's Hollywood Studios (formally Disney-MGM Studios) (May 1st)
Disney's Pleasure Island (May 1st)
The Trial of the Incredible Hulk (May 7th)
Konami's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for NES (May 12th)
Road House (May 19th)
"Bust a Move" by Young MC (May 22nd)
Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (May 24th)
Typhoon Lagoon (June 1st)
Dead Poets Society (June 9th)
Star Trek V: The Final Frontier (June 9th)
Tales from the Crypt (June 10th)
Ghostbusters II (June 16th)
Roger Rabbit in Tummy Trouble (June 23rd)
Honey, I Shrunk the Kids (June 23rd)
Tim Burton's Batman (June 23rd)
The Karate Kid Part III (June 30th)
Do the Right Thing (June 30th)
Weekend at Bernie's (July 5th)
Seinfeld (July 5th)
Lethal Weapon 2 (July 7th)
When Harry Met Sally… (July 14th)
Splash Mountain (July 17th)
UHF (July 21st)
Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan (July 28th)
Kiki's Delivery Service (July 29th)
A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child (August 11th)
"Pump Up the Jam" by Technotronic (August 18th)
Saved by the Bell (August 20th)
"The Best" by Tina Turner (August 21st)
Little Monsters (August 25th)
LJN's Back to the Future on NES (September)
G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero (September 4th)
The Super Mario Bros. Super Show! (September 4th)
American Gladiators (September 9th)
Captain N: The Game Master (September 9th)
Beetlejuice: The Animated Series (September 9th)
LJN's Who Framed Roger Rabbit for NES (September 14th)
Capcom's DuckTales for NES (September 14th)
Doogie Howser, M.D (September 19th)
Janet Jackson's Rhythm Nation 1814 (September 19th)
Baywatch (September 22nd)
Family Matters (September 22nd)
Penn & Teller Get Killed (September 22nd)
Capcom's DuckTales for NES (October)
Neil Young's Freedom (October 2nd)
Prince of Persia for Apple II (October 3rd)
Halloween 5: The Revenge of Michael Myers (October 13th)
The Little Mermaid (November 17th)
All Dogs Go to Heaven (November 17th)
Prancer (November 17th)
Back to the Future Part II (November 22nd)
The Toxic Avenger Part III: The Last Temptation of Toxie (November 24th)
America's Funniest Home Videos (November 26th)
National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation (December 1st)
The Wizard (December 15th)
The Simpsons (December 17th)
Konami's Castlevania III: Dracula's Curse on NES (December 22nd)
Fester's Quest for NES
Anything from 1994 turns 30 this year. That includes-
You're in the Super Bowl, Charlie Brown (January 18th)
The Critic (January 26th)
Roger Rabbit's Cartoon Spin (January 26th)
"Baby, I Love Your Way" by Big Mountain (February 1st)
Green Day's Dookie (February 1st)
Sega's Sonic the Hedgehog 3 for Genesis (February 2nd)
Ace Ventura: Pet Detective (February 4th)
Where on Earth Is Carmen Sandiego? (February 5th)
Aladdin: The Series (February 6th)
The Busy World of Richard Scarry (March 9th)
Naked Gun 33 1/3: The Final Insult (March 18th)
Nintendo's Super Metroid for SNES (March 19th)
Food Rocks (March 26th)
Thumbelina (March 30th)
Final Fantasy VI (April 2nd)
Space Ghost Coast to Coast (April 15th)
All That (April 16th)
Doom II for MS-DOS (May 5th)
The Stand (May 8th)
Weezer's Blue Album (May 10th)
The Crow (May 13th)
The Return of Jafar and Disney Direct-to-Home Sequels as a whole (May 20th)
Beverly Hills Cop III (May 25th)
The Flintstones (May 27th)
Speed (June 10th)
The Lion King (June 15th)
Forrest Gump (July 6th)
Angels in the Outfield (July 15th)
True Lies (July 15th)
Black Beauty (July 29th)
The Mask (July 29th)
The Little Rascals (August 5th)
"Cotton Eye Joe" by Rednex (August 12th)
EarthBound for SNES (August 27th)
VR Troopers (September 3rd)
Street Sharks (September 7th)
The Magic School Bus (September 10th)
The Tick (September 10th)
Quiz Show (September 14th)
Léon: The Professional (September 14th)
Tekken (September 21st)
Friends (September 22nd)
The Shawshank Redemption (September 23rd)
Ed Wood (September 27th)
Earthworm Jim (October)
Spider-Man's Infamous Clone Saga (October)
A Troll in Central Park (October 7th)
Pulp Fiction (October 14th)
Wes Craven's New Nightmare (October 14th)
Sega's Sonic & Knuckles for Genesis (October 18th)
Clerks (October 19th)
Aaahh!!! Real Monsters (October 22nd)
Gargoyles (October 24th)
Gullah Gullah Island (October 24th)
Killer Instinct (October 28th)
Mortal Kombat II (November)
Mary Shelley's Frankenstein (November 4th)
In Search of Dr. Seuss (November 6th)
The Santa Clause (November 11th)
Rare's Donkey Kong Country for SNES (November 18th)
Miracle on 34th Street remake (November 18th)
Star Trek Generations (November 18th)
The Swan Princess (November 18th)
Spider-Man: The Animated Series (November 19th)
Disney's Greatest Hits on Ice (November 25th)
Wing Commander III: Heart of the Tiger (December 12th)
The Land Before Time II: The Great Valley Adventure (December 13th)
Dumb and Dumber (December 16th)
Richie Rich (December 21st)
Rudyard Kipling's The Jungle Book (December 25th)
Anything from 1999 turns 25 this year. That includes-
Ed, Edd n Eddy (January 4th)
Batman Beyond (January 10th)
The Sopranos (January 10th)
Jon Stewart becomes host of The Daily Show (January 11th)
Disney's All-Star Movies Resort (January 15th)
Nintendo's Super Smash Bros. for N64 (January 21st)
Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century (and a crap load of other Disney Channel Original movies for that matter) (January 23rd)
Zoboomafoo (January 25th)
"My Name Is" by Eminem (January 25th)
Family Guy (January 31st)
Square's Final Fantasy VIII for PS1 (February 11th)
The Planet's Funniest Animals (February 17th)
October Sky (February 19th)
Office Space (February 19th)
Konami's Silent Hill for PS1 (February 23rd)
Batman: No Man's Land (March)
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (March)
Pepsiman for PS1 (March 4th)
Test Trak (March 17th)
RollerCoaster Tycoon (March 22nd)
Doug's 1st (and only) Movie (March 26th)
"Livin' la Vida Loca" by Ricky Martin (March 27th)
The Matrix (March 31st)
"I Want It That Way" by The Backstreet Boys (April 12th)
"What's My Age Again?" by blink-182 (April 13th)
Mickey Mouse Works (May 1st)
SpongeBob SquarePants (May 1st)
The Mummy (May 7th)
"Genie in a Bottle" by Christina Aguilera (May 11th)
Aliens Versus Predator (game) (May 13th)
Star Wars: Episode I – The Phantom Menace (May 19th)
The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (ride) (June 4th)
Disney Sing Along Songs: Flik's Musical Adventure at Disney's Animal Kingdom (June 8th)
Smash Mouth's Astro Lounge and their hit "All Star" (June 8th)
Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me (June 11th)
Tarzan (June 18th)
South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut (June 30th)
Wild Wild West (June 30th)
American Pie (July 9th)
The Blair Witch Project (July 14th)
Muppets from Space (July 14th)
Eyes Wide Shut (July 16th)
Inspector Gadget (July 23rd)
Deep Blue Sea (July 28th)
Rock 'n' Roller Coaster Starring Aerosmith (July 29th)
The Iron Giant (August 6th)
The Sixth Sense (August 6th)
Rocket Power (August 16th)
Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? (the American version) (August 16th)
Dragon Tales (September 6th)
Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (September 20th)
The West Wing (September 22nd)
Capcom's Resident Evil 3: Nemesis for PS1 (September 22nd)
Freaks and Geeks (September 25th)
Alvin and the Chipmunks Meet Frankenstein (September 28th)
Tony Hawk's Pro Skater (September 29th)
Journey into YOUR Imagination (October 1st)
The Adventures of Elmo in Grouchland (October 1st)
Spider-Man Unlimited (October 2nd)
Scooby-Doo! and the Witch's Ghost (October 5th)
Fight Club (October 15th)
Namco's Pac-Man World (October 15th)
The Amanda Show (October 16th)
The Nuttiest Nutcracker (October 19th)
Grand Theft Auto 2 (October 22nd)
Ubisoft's Rayman 2: The Great Escape (October 29th)
Insomniac's Spyro 2: Ripto's Rage! for PS1 (November 2nd)
Mickey's Once Upon a Christmas (November 9th)
Courage the Cowardly Dog (November 12th)
Square's Chrono Cross for PS1 (November 18th)
Tim Burton's Sleepy Hollow (November 19th)
Nintendo's Pokémon Gold and Silver for Gameboy Advance (November 21st)
Toy Story 2 (November 24th)
Fantasia 2000 (December 17th)
Stuart Little (December 17th)
Wakko's Wish (December 21st)
Man on the Moon (December 22nd)
Galaxy Quest (December 25th)
Asia at Disney's Animal Kingdom
Anything from 2004 turns 20 this year. That includes-
Winnie the Pooh: Un-Valentine's Day (January 6th)
Teacher's Pet: The Movie (January 16th)
The Butterfly Effect (January 23rd)
The Lion King 1 1/2 (February 9th)
50 First Dates (February 13th)
Power Rangers Dino Thunder (February 14th)
"Somewhere Only We Know" by Keane (February 16th)
Clifford's Really Big Movie (February 20th)
Nintendo's The Legend of Zelda: Four Swords Adventures for Gamecube (March 18th)
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (March 19th)
Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed (March 26th)
Home on the Range (April 2nd)
Danny Phantom (April 3rd) - Screw Butch Hartman, but this show still rocks!
Hellboy (April 2nd)
Ella Enchanted (April 9th)
Kill Bill: Volume 2 (April 16th)
Nintendo's Pikmin 2 for Gamecube (April 29th)
Super Size Me (May 7th)
Van Helsing (May 7th)
Shrek 2 (May 19th)
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (May 31st)
Marvel Knights: Spider-Man (June)
DC's Identity Crisis (June)
Garfield: The Movie (June 11th)
Napoleon Dynamite (June 11th)
"My Happy Ending" by Avril Lavigne (June 14th)
Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story (June 18th)
Phil of the Future (June 18th)
The Notebook (June 25th)
Spider-Man 2 (June 30th)
Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy (July 9th)
"Breakaway" by Kelly Clarkson (July 19th)
Nintendo's Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door for Gamecube (July 22nd)
Catwoman (July 23rd)
The Bourne Supremacy (July 23rd)
Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle (July 30th)
Justice League Unlimited (July 31st)
Blue's Room (August 2nd)
Alien vs. Predator (film) (August 13th)
Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (August 13th)
Mickey, Donald, Goofy: The Three Musketeers (August 17th)
Brandy & Mr. Whiskers (August 21st)
The Batman (show) (September 11th)
Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide (September 12th)
Higglytown Heroes (September 13th)
Sly 2: Band of Thieves for PS2 (September 14th)
Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go! (September 18th)
Star Wars: Battlefront (September 21st)
Green Day's American Idiot (September 21st)
Lost (September 22nd)
Shark Tale (October 1st)
Drew Carey's Green Screen Show (October 7th)
Surviving Christmas (October 22nd)
Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas (October 26th)
Saw (October 29th)
Insomniac's Ratchet & Clank: Up Your Arsenal for PS2 (November 2nd)
The Incredibles (November 5th)
Mickey's Twice Upon a Christmas (November 9th)
Halo 2 (November 9th)
Naughty Dog's Jak 3 for PS2 (November 9th)
The Polar Express (November 10th)
The Sims 2 (November 14th)
Stitch's Great Escape (November 16th)
Turtle Talk with Crush (November 16th)
Kangaroo Jack: G'Day U.S.A.! (November 16th)
Vampire: The Masquerade – Bloodlines (November 16th)
Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater (November 17th)
Half-Life 2 (November 18th)
National Treasure (November 19th)
Hi Hi Puffy AmiYumi (November 19th)
The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie (November 19th)
Howl's Moving Castle (November 20th)
Nintendo DS (November 21st)
World of Warcraft (November 23rd)
Christmas with the Kranks (November 24th)
Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic II (December 6th)
Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories for Gameboy Advance (December 7th)
PlayStation Portable (PSP) (December 12th)
Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events (December 17th)
The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (December 25th)
Shaun of the Dead
Anything from 2009 turns 15 this year. That includes-
Hotel for Dogs (January 16th)
Wolverine and the X-Men (January 23rd)
Paul Blart: Mall Cop (January 16th)
Coraline (February 6th)
Friday the 13th (remake) (February 13th)
Halo Wars (February 26th)
Sega's Sonic and the Black Knight for Wii (March 3th)
Capcom's Resident Evil 5 (March 5th)
Zack Snyder's Watchmen (March 6th)
Power Rangers RPM (March 7th)
Race to Witch Mountain (March 13th)
The Secret of Kells (March 19th)
Monsters vs. Aliens (March 27th)
Batman: Whatever Happened to the Caped Crusader? (April 2009)
Special Agent Oso (April 4th)
Parks and Recreation (April 9th)
Dragonball Evolution (April 10th)
Iron Man: Armored Adventures (April 24th)
X-Men Origins: Wolverine (May 1st)
Plants vs. Zombies (May 5th)
Star Trek (remake) (May 8th)
Terminator Salvation (May 21st)
The Boys: The Sherman Brothers' Story (May 22nd)
Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian (May 22nd)
Up (May 29th)
The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien (June 1st)
The Sims 3 (June 2nd)
The Hangover (June 5th)
Indiana Jones and the Staff of Kings (June 9th)
"I Gotta Feeling" by Black Eyed Peas (June 15th)
Ghostbusters: The Video Game (June 16th)
Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen (June 24th)
Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs (July 1st)
"Fireflies" by Owl City (July 14th)
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (July 15th)
G-Force (July 24th)
(500) Days of Summer (August 7th)
District 9 (August 14th)
The Time Traveler's Wife (August 14th)
Inglourious Basterds (August 21st)
Batman: Arkham Asylum (August 25th)
Rob Zombie's Halloween II (August 28th)
Disney buys Marvel for $4 billion (August 3st)
Waking Sleeping Beauty (September 6th)
Dinosaur Train (September 7th)
Walt & El Grupo (September 9th)
9 (September 9th)
The Vampire Diaries (September 10th)
Marvel: Ultimate Alliance 2 (September 15th)
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs (September 18th)
Jennifer's Body (September 18th)
Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days (September 29th) - Still the dumbest name ever 15 years later.
Zombieland (October 2nd)
Where the Wild Things Are (October 16th)
Borderlands (October 20th)
DJ Hero (October 27th)
A Christmas Carol (November 6th)
Fanboy & Chum Chum (November 6th) - BOO! This show was the actual worst!
Fantastic Mr. Fox (November 13th)
Lego Indiana Jones 2: The Adventure Continues (November 17th)
Left 4 Dead 2 (November 17th)
Assassin's Creed II (November 17th)
Planet 51 (November 20th)
The Twilight Saga: New Moon (November 20th) - YUK!
Turtles Forever (November 21st)
Big Time Rush (November 28th)
Phineas and Ferb Christmas Vacation! (December 6th)
Prep & Landing (December 8th)
The Princess and the Frog (December 11th)
Avatar (December 18th)
Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel (December 23rd)
RuPaul's Drag Race
Minecraft
New Super Mario Bros. Wii
Anything from 2014 turns 10 this year. That includes-
True Detective (January 12th)
The Lego Movie (February 7th)
South Park: The Stick of Truth (March 4th)
Mr. Peabody & Sherman (March 7th)
The Grand Budapest Hotel (March 7th)
Dark Souls II (March 11th)
Muppets Most Wanted (March 21st)
Jim Henson's Creature Shop Challenge (March 25th)
Captain America: The Winter Soldier (April 4th)
Rio 2 (April 11th)
Last Week Tonight with John Oliver (April 26th)
The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (May 2nd)
Chef (May 9th)
Godzilla (May 16th)
X-Men: Days of Future Past (May 23rd)
Seven Dwarfs Mine Train (May 28th)
Maleficent (May 30th)
Edge of Tomorrow (June 6th)
The Fault in Our Stars (June 6th)
Phineas and Ferb Save Summer (June 9th)
How to Train Your Dragon 2 (June 13th)
Shovel Knight (June 26th)
Transformers: Age of Extinction (June 27th)
Dawn of the Planet of the Apes (July 11th)
Angry Video Game Nerd: The Movie (July 21st)
Phineas and Ferb: Star Wars (July 26th)
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers's Hypnotic Eye (July 28th)
Guardians of the Galaxy (August 1st)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (movie) (August 8th)
Five Nights at Freddy's (August 8th)
P.T. (August 12th)
BoJack Horseman (August 22nd)
Destiny (September 9th)
Gotham (September 22nd)
Disney Infinity: 2.0 Edition (September 23rd)
Black-ish (September 24th)
How to Get Away with Murder (September 25th)
My Little Pony: Equestria Girls – Rainbow Rocks (September 27th)
Middle-Earth: Shadow of Mordor (September 20th)
Star Wars Rebels (October 3rd)
Annabelle (October 3rd)
Gone Girl (October 3rd)
Alien: Isolation (October 6th)
The Flash (October 7th)
BİRDMAN or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) (October 17th)
The Book of Life (October 17th)
John Wick (October 24th)
Taylor Swift's 1989 (October 27th)
Sunset Overdrive (October 28th)
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So in your park ranger Au Mike is friend with Freddy, who's a bear. Like a regular bear.
I mean he doesn't talk or anything like that? Just a guy and his animal pals, correct?
Ok I'm interested, drop some lore anytime you want.
haha he does talk, but at first it's just to the gang. THEN it's too Mike, who honestly does feel at times like he is going completely out of his mind a lot during this au. The gang can't speak to other humans, nor were they technically human themselves, only they kinda were? Magic/ghost business nonsense at hand.
Found all my notes! Been percolating the park ranger au since 2017. Might be able to write something for it, and I'd stick it into AFN2 if I did. BIG post I'm sorry.
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AU: Park ranger au & real animals au
-The fun of this au is that a) it still has canon impossibilities to rely on. Don’t sweat the big stuff and have the most fun with the small stuff to create a more immersive world. B) making it a fever dream for AFN2 also helps the story just ‘be’ instead of trying to iron out the wrinkles and make it ‘make sense.’ Explore the possibilities, even if they don’t quite make sense.
It is a mild play on Alice in Wonderland.
Still horror. Always horror. Now just with 100% more woodsy nature type horror. The fear of being chased, but the more out of breath you become, the more calm and ready the thing chasing you is.
The fear that people who sit at campfires by themselves have. The primal reawakening where your caveman ancestors stare into the fire and remember, thousands of years ago, what it was like when this was all the warmth and light you had to keep you through the cold, deadly night.
The type of terror of being in a forest all alone, which awakens the human’s desire to have a pack/community. Yet here you are, by yourself, and there’s something in the dark watching you, and you are on it’s turf…and your radio just went out, and there’s nothing to save you but yourself.
It is also a play on Winnie the Pooh, of course.
Marion is prolly the closest to his canon self.
Edit 5/21: having written LS/LW I’m redesigning him towards his Revived size. (which is actually just his canon size since Help Wanted didn’t exist when I thought of this au in… *squints at calender* 2017. RIP.
Think more grisled and shriveled toy that a kid lost in the woods. No present box to protect him here. Nature has crept in and nature is heartless as it is stunning. Like a porcelain doll in an abandoned house. Dirt covered, like he was buried. Splintered into odd shapes, like he fought something bigger than him trying to escape. Lurks in the lake mostly but when he emerges, he smells of old water for a while and weeds drip from his limbs.
In KGA, Mari’s powers limited him to the restaurant he lived in and the ones he visited. In PRA, Mari just kinda becomes the forest and it’s lake, and his powers are miles long. So is his initial anger.
The animatronic gang are animals now. Afton’s murders are still for the same reasons as KGA for the most part. (It’s arguably almost easier to imagine/swallow the dragged out concept of him as a serial killer for this au. Kids going lost in the woods, being kidnapped, etc. He could also take children from the nearby town and bring them to the woods.)
The gang were kinda once toys and also ideas, enhanced and enchanted by the Lake Monster’s ghostly powers and thirsts for revenge/defense.
Freddy– his kid wanted to be brave, tried protecting the other children, earned Mari/Crying Child’s respect and thus, looking at Arthur clinging to his Fredbear plush, saw no better animal than a bear to embody that type of strength and fierceness. Freddy is larger than average for his supposed species and lighter colored, to say nothing of his far too human gaze. He has a terrible fondness for all types of fish and sweets, and finds it the easiest to forget himself and turn more dangerous, more animalistic.
Bonnie- his child wanted to run away. To be fast and clever and dash to freedom, to her parents, to go get help for the others. She wanted it so bad it was all the Puppet could taste in her fear, the need to be swift and forgotten in a flash. The purple bunny barrette in her hair made him wonder, drawing on Arthur’s memories of seeing little cotton tails well after they’d darted off. Bunnies always seem to spot the Bad before anyone else, and flee accordingly. Bonnie too,is larger than average hares and never seemed to get the memo to be frightened by things. He’s still best friends with Freddy, and mouthy in all scenarios, even when he has no right to be.
Chica- her child wanted his mother. He wanted her to hug him, kiss his hair, tell him everything would be alright, that this was only a bad dream. As he died, the Marionette came to him and asked what that meant, for Arthur couldn’t explain it well himself, far to lost from humanity by now. The boy lived on a farm, and rooting through his memories showed Mari the concept of hens and their chicks. Safe, tucked under their feathers and warm. Chica is average/typical for her species, and she is arguably the one animal in the group that exists comfortably around any humans. No one quite figures out how Schmidt always has fresh eggs to share, but when they see the coop he put together, they’re more worried how Mike keeps her from being eaten. Little do they know, Mike has more pity for the animals that try than the hearty little hen with a fox at her beck and call.
Foxy- The earliest to join the Marionette, even before Freddy’s creation. He however did flee into the woods, vanishing for months before slinking back. He considers his existence more of a curse than a gift, regardless of how much he loves his eventual family. Alexander Afton was supposed to be watching his youngest, not playing with his friends. He was supposed to mind his father, and not fill the child with ghost stories and bear-eating-boy stories. He was supposed to keep him from the old dock, not let him near the lake.
He was supposed to do so many things. He was a child himself, too.
He was always playing pranks, being sly, being cruel and thoughtless and predatory. The Marionette saw fit to make him resemble his true nature after his father was done with him. It’s unclear what Alexander’s last thoughts were, but Foxy’s body is covered in missing tufts of fur, scars and he’s even missing his front right paw. He is taller than most foxes but scrawny, embracing his instinctive traits to better help and protect the ones who accepted him when he didn’t even accept himself. There is a strange little albino vixen that seems fond of him, though for the life of him he cannot figure out why.
Edit 5/20: Max and Scrap didn’t exist when this au was imagined. For ease, I’m not putting him in right now. I could always do a part III tho.
Mike- Simply taking the job after a rough patch in his life. He needs the money and knows the work won’t be easy. He’s not exactly a shut in but he’s never been able to be the outdoorsy type. He thinks he can handle it, because he was told he could work at a desk and it wouldn’t be too strenuous.
He was lied to. They drove him out the ranger stations and the living quarters and told him the next bus wouldn’t be for a week anyway. You’ve got everything you need. Cabin, outhouse, radio, gas stove. Dehydrated food, the water’s clean enough to read underwater! Weather’s nice this time of summer, even when it’s hot there’s shade. You’ll be fine, Schmidt. You signed your life away, kid.
Just one week. That’s all. Then he head back to Hurricane and find another job, put this behind him. His stint as a park ranger for this lake and the miles of surrounding deep, dangerous woods.
Nothing is handled correctly by the humans in this au. Same to be said for canon/fanon FNAF, so.
The gang is lurking around, easily able to communicate with one another and Marion (when he shows himself) but not with Mike initially. Mike gets Gifted that ability later, after Mari decides he would make a fine ranger/protector for the area…he just needs to be…better suited for the job.
Fredbear/Golden Freddy is still a spirit??
Used to be a sort of Smokey the bear type figured head, for when the kids visited the park to learn about why we shouldn’t burn down nature, and leave nothing but your footprints, that sort of thing.
Edit 5/22: Just a suit though, no metal here lmao. Mari gets the idea to put the two together and give Mike his KGA set of powers/strength. Like usual, he doesn’t quite consent/gets roped along until he feels too bad to say no, until he realizes how less lonely he is around this cast of characters.
Mike is still Mike. He makes bad life choices when he thinks someone needs help, or someone's in danger. He knows it's a bad idea, and he might terrified, but if a child's voice in midnight asks for help, he'd still want to check it out, just to make sure, armed with an old flashlight and staring down into the deep dark trail. They never did find those kids that went missing. Not even their bodies.
What could it hurt to take a few steps in, and just look?
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Winnie the Pooh Rendition: In Which The Syndicate Throws Technoblade a Birthday Party
It was a bright and snowy as ever June day, one of those days where nearly everyone is still sleeping, and the summer air is a bit thicker than normal, and the snowflakes still bustle through the air. One of those June days where the polar bears lay around lazily and the song of birds from nearby treetops feels even more gentle than normal. It was one of those types of snowy Junes, the most Junest that anyone had seen, when Philza Minecraft realized it was Technoblade’s birthday.
“Oh dear,” Phil said, standing up from where he had been writing Wilbur a letter, “Today is Technoblade’s birthday, and I haven’t got anything planned.” This simply wouldn’t do. Technoblade would need to have a large birthday to commemorate how Clever and Loyal and Generous he was, as everyone in the Syndicate agreed.
“I must go tell Ranboo right away, and we can make some plans together.” And so Philza gathered up his armor and went out into the snowy June morning to Ranboo’s house, which was just across the lawn.
“Ranboo,” Phil began, “I had nearly forgotten that it is Technoblade’s birthday today, and we must throw him a party as soon as possible.”
“His birthday?” Ranboo said, blinking his large enderman eyes, “a birthday.”
“Yes,” said Phil, “and we need to throw him a party.”
“Well birthday parties are things that shouldn’t be forgotten,” said Ranboo, who had forgotten what a Birth Day was, “and we should make sure everything is just right.”
“Yes,” said Phil, “we should.”
Ranboo considered for a moment what a Birth Day might be, and what type of party someone would have for it. Perhaps Birth Days were days where you had something good happen, and you needed congratulating. In that case they might want to write him a book. Or maybe Birth Days where when something solemn happened, and you needed consoling.
“It seems,” Ranboo guessed, “That we should have a celebration.”
“That’s what I said.”
“Ah yes,” Ranboo nodded seriously, “of course, Birth Days are always for celebrating and being happy.”
“Well, yes, obviously. But what should we do to celebrate it?”
Ranboo remembered that Technoblade seemed to enjoy fireworks, and he remembered that sometimes people set off fireworks when they were celebrating an occasion. “What if we set off fireworks?”
“Oh,” said Phil, “yes Technoblade does like fireworks.”
Ranboo felt pleased with himself for guessing something correctly, “Yes he does.”
“But fireworks are not very customary on such occasions,” Phil continued.
“True,” said Ranboo, “not very custardly at all.”
Phil sat down next to Ranboo so that he would be in a better position for planning occasions, and thought about the firework idea, which still remained their only idea. “Well, I suppose we could have fireworks anyway,” he resolved, “given they are Technoblade’s favorite.”
“Yes, I suppose so.” Ranboo said.
“I’ll go tell Nikki, nobody would want to miss a birthday party.” Phil stood up with new resolve to make Technoblade a lot of fancy fireworks for his birthday, “Thank you for helping me come up with ideas. Come around our house at three o’clock, and I will have woken Technoblade up for his birthday.”
“Goodbye,” said Ranboo, feeling as if the exchange had gone exceptionally well for not knowing what a Birth Day was, and feeling very excited to finally find out.
“Goodbye,” said Phil, glad he wasn’t the only one who had nearly forgotten.
Nikki was in her bakery, where it was much warmer than outside in the snow, and the smell of something sweet, but not too sweet, hung gently in the air. Phil stepped in and instantly felt much better about everything.
“Hullo Nikki!”
“Hullo Phil,” Nikki said, pulling a cake her out of her oven, “It is Technoblade’s birthday today, and so I thought it would be a good idea to make him a cake.”
“Ah yes,” Phil said. He hadn’t even thought of making Technoblade a cake, even though such things were indeed customary at birthday parties. “Cakes are great for birthday parties. I would have made him one myself, of course, but I am not much of a cake maker, and more of a fireworks maker.”
“Cakes are good for birthday parties,” Nikki agreed. “and I am sure you are great at firework making.”
Phil also realized that Nikki had remembered Technoblade’s birthday before he had remembered it. Nikki didn’t need to know that, she was on a need-to-know basis, if you will. “I, too, have remembered Technoblade’s birthday, as all good and proper friends should, and I have decided that we should wake him up for his birthday at three o’ clock this afternoon.” He smelled the cake and looked very closely, but not too closely, at the purple icing that Nikki had just pulled out of her pantry. “Would you like to come to the party?”
“Of course,” said Nikki, “Have you already told Ranboo? I’m sure he would be devastated to miss out on it.”
“Yes, I did,” said Phil, “And I think we all would be.”
They stood there for a moment, thinking about how much everyone in the Syndicate cared about Technoblade, and how they had all grown incredibly fond of him, and how they would be devastated to miss out on such an Occasion as his birthday.
After they had given it a moment of consideration, Phil helped Nikki finish baking her cakes. Then he helped her carry them up to the cottage, and Nikki helped Phil set up a table outside with chairs, including one for Steve, and generally prepared for the birthday party. Ranboo, having never attended a party before, was practically buzzing with excitement, and talking to each of them very loudly about what he thought it might be like, and how much fun they were going to have.
At last, the party was all set up, and they went to poke Technoblade to get him to wake up from hibernation.
“Surprise!” They all said together when he opened his eyes, “Happy birthday!”
“Oh!” said Technoblade, struggling to stay awake, “Is it my birthday today?”
“Yes,” said Nikki, “You told me that June 1st is your birthday.”
“So it is,” confessed Technoblade.
“How old are you turning?” Nikki asked innocently.
Technoblade paused for a moment trying to remember.
“Ninety-seven,” he responded finally. This was not how old he was.
Fortunately, nobody asked him anymore questions about it and they all went outside to have cake and look at fireworks.
Nikki presented her cake with purple icing and cut everyone a slice.
“This is the best cake I’ve ever had,” Technoblade said, “Where did you get it?”
“I baked them myself,” Nikki said, glowing with happiness, “at my bakery. I’ve been baking again recently.”
“Cake is always better than pie,” Technoblade remarked, and everyone agreed, even Steve. “Except pumpkin pie is alright.”
“I don’t like pumpkin pie,” said Phil, “But I’ve only had it once, so maybe it isn’t that bad.”
“I could make some for you sometime.” Nikki offered, and they all agreed that if Nikki made it then it would probably be the best, and being the best, would be enjoyable even for someone like Phil.
When they had all eaten enough, Philza Minecraft stood up, and everybody stopped talking and were very silent, except Ranboo who had eaten a bite that was a little too large and was having a fit of hiccups.
“This party,” said Philza, “is a party because of our appreciation for someone who we all appreciate very much, and we are celebrating him turning…” Phil couldn’t remember how old Technoblade was either, “one year older.” He felt around underneath the table for his fireworks, “And I have got a present for him.”
Technoblade was very happy and smiling but he tried his best not to look too eager. When he saw what it was though he could not stop himself from smiling so much he was practically glowing.
Phil held up the present, seeing that Techno was happy and knowing that Ranboo’s advice had been very good advice, “They’re fireworks! I have spent all morning working on them, and I think they will be perfect.”
“I bet they will be,” Techno said, and he meant it, knowing that Philza Minecraft’s crafting knowledge far exceeded his own.
Now all of them were very happy, because Technoblade was happy, and Phil loaded some brightly packaged fireworks, lit them, and set them off in a vibrant display of colors against the white snowy backdrop. They made various shapes in the sky and came in different layers, some of them changed from one color to another.
Everyone ooh-ed and ahh-ed.
But Technoblade was confused. The fireworks did Not look special to him, they looked Dull and Patternless. This was very confusing and surprising as they were made by Phil Himself. But everyone else was ooh-ing and ahh-ing, and it seemed like the right thing to do, so he did it politely along with them.
After Phil had already set off three of his special fireworks, Nikki noticed that Techno looked confused and said, “Technoblade, can you see the fireworks?”
“Well, I can see the colors a little,” he admitted sheepishly, not wanting to upset Phil, who he was sure had worked very hard on them.
“That doesn’t sound right,” said Phil, “you should be seeing the colors a lot not just a little.”
“You’ve forgotten your glasses,” Nikki pointed out.
“Oh,” said Techno, now feeling very silly.
Ranboo saw an opportunity to be helpful even without knowing what a Birth Day party was. “I’ll go get them for you.” He ran into the house and back very quickly and handed Technoblade his glasses.
“Thank you Ranboo,” Technoblade said. Everything looked sharper now, he could see the snowflakes and Ranboo’s large enderman eyes much more clearly.
“Let’s try again,” Phil said, and he set off a few more of his fireworks and they all ooh-ed and ahhh-ed, and Technoblade did not have to fake it as he could actually see them this time, and they were beautiful, and everything that one would expect from Philza himself.
Since this was everything they had planned to do, everyone talked for a little while longer, just enjoying each other’s company and laughing. Then they drifted off, after saying their goodbyes, and congratulated Technoblade on his new age, whatever that might be.
But Phil and Techno stayed outside in the snow together for a long time and silently watched the sun set in the distance.
“When you finally wake up after hibernating, Techno,” Phil said at last, “what is the first thing you like to do?”
“I like find out how Steve and you and Ranboo are doing,” Technoblade said. “What do you do, Phil?”
“When I first wake up, I always wonder to myself what exciting thing will happen today.”
Technoblade nodded thoughtfully.
“Yes,” he said, “It’s the same thing.”
#technoblade#philza#nikki#nihachu#the syndicate#dream smp#winnie the pooh au#ranboo#i made another one bc my internet was out all day today#follow @mcytwinniethepoohquotes for more! there are five now :)
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Tell us about your Craftsman and Butler headcanons!
(and your anon asks seems to be off, ppl don't like send asks openly afaik)
FUUUUUCK IM SO SO FUCKING SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ;;;A;;;; I FEEL SO BAD BUT IM GONNA DO THIS DNDKDNDAIHAHSBBSBANA
this is actually a mix of me and my best friend’s hcs since we basically share our own universe together (nothings rlly changed besides personal hcs and backstories)
Craftsman HCS ;
His actual name is Christopher Morrison, and he is actually the older brother of Roger !
He’s somewhere in his 50s to me, but I don’t always think of it lmao
He has a super bad temper and you can often catch him slamming things down or punching his work table cus somebody pissed him off lol (he goes soft around the Butler though)
Him and the Butler are engaged, still don’t know when exactly to get married lol. They have a lot of work to do they just don’t exactly know when they can actually settle down.
He proposed to the Butler on his birthday actually, and he even crafted the ring himself! (it’s a little rose gold ring that wraps around in a heart shape)
Angry scottish man go brrrr
He has a scottish accent so fucken thick it’s like a spanish person trying to speak english to a 3 year old to most ppl
He used to own a small toy shop in Scotland ! he made every single toy and ran it himself, a lot of people in the town went there every christmas and birthday
Gæ
Not many know it but this guy is literally,,,,6’6,,,,,tower
He has a huge gash on the side of his mouth that opens up in his cheek revealing his teeth, gums and inner mouth. it doesn’t affect his ability to talk but he is insecure about it, so he hides it with that mask.
Butler HCs ;
His real name is Theodore Vandmear, most people call him Theo for short. His nickname is Teddy tho (as in teddy bear), but usually chris calls him that <3
He sounds legit EXACTLY like winnie the pooh, even says things like “oh bother”
He also stutters a lot, and his voice can be very quiet and sheepish, you might wanna grab him a megaphone in order to have a conversation
This man literally acts like a cat. he fucking PURRS. he wants to destroy everything in SIGHT.
when he uses his telekinesis for something very very strong and powerful, his nose will start bleeding like eleven from stranger things lol
He uses he/they pronouns <3
His mother was british (she was the only parent he had), yet being in scotland for so long (despite being super sheltered and usually kept away from society) he does have a scottish twang to his voice. certain words will sound scottish, some words will sound british
he sneezes like an dog lol
ALWAYS helps christopher with anything he needs to do as far as duties or personal hygiene, he’s not only his fiancé but also somewhat of a nervous caregiver, it’s very sweet
he sleeps in those nightgowns men used to wear back in the day but it somehow ends up looking cute on him and it’s soooo comfy
extra HCS ;
Theo tends to watch Chris work once the day is done and they’re settling down to go to bed
They both actually live in the Maw with the other employees. After the Pretender died, the nest began crumbling and crashed down from the sky, and they (somehow, i’m too lazy to come up with a reason why) landed up in the maw. However they were separated for a little while
Theo was actually wandering around the bottom areas of the maw, super hungry and still with his hands restrained in the back. he didn’t sleep, didn’t eat, didn’t talk to anybody except himself, and just wandered around aimlessly like a zombie
The maw did set out a few employees to search for him, that included Chris, and they eventually did find him. the lady chopped off the cuffs and let his hands free, and they did have to fix his back and he had to wear a corset for a little while to help his posture, but other than that spending a LOT of time with chris and maaaaaaany many many hours of sleep and naps later he was back to normal and able to function. he was put to work as the maw’s butler. cleaning, doing laundry, etc but this time he was treated like a human instead of a monster who had to be cuffed
muchachos i’m so tired i can’t write anymore i hope this was enough tho 😭😭😭😭 again i’m so sorry for being late pls feel free to always inbox me again i love writing out my ideas n shit
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Pairing: Hong Joshua x Fem!Reader
Genre: Friends to Lovers, fluff, angst
Warning: mentions of a toxic relationship, loneliness, language
WC: 3.6K
A/N: Happy Holidays @yutacrush!!! You absolutely amazing bean!! ily SO MUUCCCHHH! You are such a joy to be friends with and i hope this fic brings you even half of the joy you bring our group chat <3333
Age 10
“Sweetheart, this is Joshua. He’s our new neighbor.” The boy across from you stood before you, all smiles and cheer as you cowered behind your mother’s legs. You didn’t have too many friends in school and more often than not, felt isolated from your peers who seemed to almost look down on you. This boy was a stranger, a potential new villain in your life and you wanted nothing to do with him.
So when your mother left you in the room alone with him, while she and Joshua’s mother went to go have tea in your kitchen. You quickly dashed to the living room and snatched your favorite Whinnie the Pooh plushie off of the couch, and made your escape to the far corner of the room where you crouched down and hid behind the plush bear. As if Pooh bear was the perfect line of defense
The sound of soft footsteps hitting the hardwood floor had you cowering, covering your eyes as you prayed that he would just leave you alone. When the footsteps stopped you assumed that he had done as you silently wished, left you alone to continue your day in peace despite the wishes of your mothers. So you slowly pulled Pooh bear away from your eyes. Only for your eyes to meet the rich deep brown of Hong Joshua’s, the male who was now crouching down not even a foot away from you.
A small shriek left your lips as you quickly brought your favorite plushie back to cover your face again. Your reaction seemed to prompt a small laugh to leave the male, obviously amused with the situation.
“I’m Joshua, but my friends call me Josh!” He said, talking to you despite the fact that you were currently trying to disappear into the wall behind you. “You like Winnie the Pooh too? Roo is my best friend!”
At the mention of baby Roo, you slowly peered out and looked over at him with your eyes barely peeking out from behind the plush bear.
Age 13
“Joshua Hong, I swear if you don’t get out from in front of the tv I’ll make you regret it.” Your threat wasn’t as real as you wanted it to seem. After three years, Joshua knew that you were all talk and no action when it came to him. Which is why he didn’t even flinch at your harsh words, he knew he was safe.
“Your mom asked me to make sure you did your homework while she was gone, so turn off the tv and let’s work!” He was almost too responsible for his own good, at least when someone asked him to do something. Most of the time, he was just a goof ball and you honestly wish that translated over when he had ‘responsibilities’
Currently your mother was out on a business trip, so you were left alone in the house so she had asked Josh to keep you ‘in line’ since he lived right next door. Apparently, he was taking that request more seriously than you had expected.
With an overdramatic groan, you grabbed the remote and shut off the soccer game you were in the middle of watching. At your compliance, Joshua let out a small laugh.
“You’ll thank me later.”
“Yeah, seriously doubt that Josh.”
Age 16
“Josh! Seriously, that’s what she said to you?” You were fuming, pacing around your room while your best friend sat on your bed. You had honestly never seen Joshua so...down. This girl had stepped over so many lines and you were livid.
“Yeah, and then she left. So...guess I’m single again.” Even his voice lacked the usual energy it had. It hurt your heart to hear him this upset.
You took a second to take a deep breath, calming yourself. Now wasn’t the time to be angry, that could come later. Right now, Joshua needed you more than anything. This was about him and the pain he was currently feeling. Your need to punch that bitch in the face could wait.
You joined Joshua on the edge of your bed, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling the male into a tight hug. For a moment he was limp in your arms, just resting his head on your shoulder. It was soon followed by the feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist, his hands gripping tightly at the fabric of your shirt as he clung to you.
This wasn’t the first time you had seen Joshua cry, and it surely wouldn’t be the last, but it never got any less painful. Your heart ached for your friend, the feeling growing stronger as you felt moisture from his tears seeping into the fabric of your t-shirt. You hated it.
The only thing you could think was that you never wanted to see Joshua like this ever again.
A week later you were suspended for breaking his ex girlfriend’s nose.
Age 18
Over the years, your duo had become a trio with the addition of Yoon Jeonghan. He was...fun to be around but if you were being honest, a lot of the time it felt like you were being left in the dust.
It wasn’t that you disliked Jeonghan, you were just...jealous. You kinda missed it being just you and Joshua. It had just been the two of you for so long that sometimes it felt like an outsider had come in and simply stole your best friend.
Which is why you were currently sitting alone in your bedroom on a Friday night. Jeonghan had taken Joshua out for a ‘boys night’ as a way for Joshua to get to meet Jeonghan’s other friend group.
You were lonely, and jealous and that didn’t make for a good combination.
Your solution? Swimming.
The pool in your backyard was cold, but the chill was something you needed at the moment. The water encompassing your frame as you delved beneath the surface, the ice cold waters completely chilling your core. It was terrible, but it felt better than being lonely.
Popping back up to the surface for air, you flipped over onto your back and stared up at the stars above you. Counting them as you slowly drifted through the water. Your thoughts began drifting from the stars and back to your friends, it was honestly pathetic how you were acting. You knew that Jeonghan wasn’t ‘stealing’ Joshua from you, he was your friend too! It just so happened that he and Josh were...closer, and yet here you were acting like a child because of it. You felt pathetic.
“Dude, what the hell are you doing?” Your thoughts were quickly stripped from you as you heard the familiar, although muffled, voice of the person who had been running through your mind. Quickly you maneuvered yourself in the water so that you could turn and face the back door of your home where Joshua and Jeonghan had just exited from. Joshua moved quickly to grab the towel that you had brought out with you, while Jeonghan moved to the edge of the pool and knelt down to watch you as you swam over with a look of concern blanketed across his face.
“I think it’s a bit too cold for a swim, don’t you little Piglet?” The nickname hit your heart, it wasn’t a mean one. It was an old childhood nickname that Joshua had given you based off of your first interaction, how scared you had been of him. When Jeonghan had joined your friend group he just adopted it since Josh called you that so frequently.
You brushed off his question, ignoring it in favor of asking your own.
“What are you guys even doing here? I thought you guys were hanging out with Seungcheol all night?”
Jeonghan reached out a hand and you got the message, taking it as he helped hoist you out of the pool. He let out a small giggle as he watched you shiver when the cold air hit your skin. He quickly began rubbing your arms gently to try and warm them as Joshua rushed over with the towel.
“Well, Pooh Bear here said he was worried about you, guess his little hunch was right.” Jeonghan tilted his head to gesture towards Joshua, who surprisingly ignored the male in favor of wrapping the towel around you which thankfully provided some much needed warmth. Though that could also be coming from the feelings in your chest at Jeonghan’s explanation. It made you feel better to know that Joshua...hadn’t forgotten about you.
“Go inside and get dressed, we’re gonna go out for dinner and we need you to not die of hypothermia before then.” Joshua ordered, a stern look on his face as he spoke. It was rare to see Josh this serious, but you supposed that you did just go for a swim in the middle of a chilly autumn night so...it was to be expected.
“Anything you say Pooh Bear.”
Age 22
“I seriously can’t believe Jeonghan, our little Roo, of all people is the first to get married.” You laughed happily. Sure this day had been coming for months but it was still just exciting to think about. You were doing your best to contain your excitement, but sitting with the two in Jeonghan’s dressing room as he prepared to stand at the altar and wait for his blushing bride, you couldn’t contain your excitement.
Jeonghan laughed along with you and Joshua as he straightened his bowtie...for the third time in the past 10 minutes. You could tell he was nervous, though you weren’t sure what for, you had seen the couple together and you could tell just how in love they were. It was quite adorable.
“I mean, I’m surprised too,” He confessed, glancing back at you through the mirror. “I always thought you and Josh would get married first.”
Across the room you heard Joshua cough loudly as if choking on his own oxygen, you flashed him a look of concern until he calmed down before turning back to Jeonghan.
“Don’t even joke like that dude. Chan would flip if he heard that.” Chan was your current boyfriend, he was sweet if not a little possessive. Something that both Joshua and Jeonghan had spoken to you about in concern.
At the mention of your boyfriend’s name you saw Hannie roll his eyes before reaching up to fiddle with his perfectly styled hair once again.
“Red flag~” He sang out, causing you to roll your eyes. It was frustrating that they were talking about this today of all days. You didn’t notice Joshua’s face harden in something that could only be described as irritation.
“If she’s happy with him then just drop it, Roo.” hearing Jeonghan’s familiar nickname warmed your heart. “Besides, this is your day. I thought you’d be happy to focus on yourself today.”
“Oh, you’re absolutely right. I’m going to bask in this. Doesn’t mean I can’t worry about my friends.
Age 24
To no one’s surprise, Joshua and Jeonghan had been right. Chan’s possessiveness had taken a turn for the worst. Asking you to cut off contact with your two best friends so you did the only thing you could do. You broke up with him, decided you would be cutting off contact and now you were driving away from your former shared apartment and making the hour trip to Joshua’s new place, hopefully he and his new roommate would be cool if you crashed on their couch until you found a new place.
Despite the fact that you knew this break up was for the best, it still hurt and you couldn’t stop tears from shedding while you drove. The liquid sadness blurring the road as you sped down the highway.
Once outside the door to his third floor apartment, you gave a firm knock. Eventually the door opened to the familiar face of Joshua’s new roommate, Seungcheol. You knew the guy fairly well as he’d been a mutual friend of Jeonghan’s and Josh’s during high school, you never really hung out with him too much but you knew he was cool.
Seeing your puffy eyes tear filled eyes, he quickly moved out of the way and gestured you in. With a small mutter about going to grab Joshua.
You took a seat on the familiar royal blue sofa, the plush fabric sinking down and pulling you in as you sat down. It was almost like the sofa was pulling you into a hug and you were grateful for the soft plush fabric. You had left your old Winnie the Pooh plushie in the car with the rest of the belongings you had been able to quickly pack after Chan had stormed out of the apartment.
You heard the soft sounds of speech as Seungcheol explained to Joshua what was going on, you couldn’t quite understand the words but it was followed by the slamming of a door and the sound of footsteps rushing to the living room.
All too soon, Joshua was in front of you and you felt the tears well up once more as you explained to him what had happened...why you had left Chan.
“He didn’t hurt you did he? I swear if he touched you I’ll go kick his ass myself.” You didn’t trust your voice so you simply shook your head, sniffling as you tried your best to keep a strong appearance despite the tears. It didn’t work, and he gently gripped your shoulders giving you a once over, looking for any sign of possible injury and letting out a sigh of relief when he found nothing.
Just as you had done during his break up in high school, his arms quickly wrapped around you. Pulling you as close to him as he possibly could. It was like whatever had kept your sobs held it was completely broken, and soon you were all out sobbing. A complete blubbering mess as you gripped his shirt and buried your face in his chest.
His hand lifted and gently patted your head, his other hand rubbing small circles on your back as you let out all your welled up emotions. It was all too much for you, everything was too much.
"You were r-right," you exclaimed between sobs, your voice muffled as your tears continued to stain his sleep shirt with your tears. "H-He told me...told me that..." Just thinking about it made your heart clench as you tried your best to continue. Joshua shushed you softly, trying to lull you into a sense of security so that you could calm down. He knew that you would get sick if you continued to wail as you did.
"You can tell me later, just breathe right now okay?" His soft calming voice hit your heart, but it was still quite a little while before your sobs died down. Once they did, you explained to him just what had happened. How Chan had told you that he didn't feel comfortable with you hanging out with Joshua or even Jeonghan anymore, despite you explaining that they were just your best friends and going so far as to remind him that he was AT Jeonghan's wedding.
Despite you being calm, you hadn't moved out of Joshua's grasp and the two of you had simply...migrated. Now the two of you were laying on his insanely comfortable couch, with you resting on his chest. It was far too hard to look up at him right now, your heart hurt too much and looking up at him was just a reminder. Right now, all you needed was just to be in his arms, the comfort of your best friend flowing through you as he did his best to comfort you.
"You deserve better than him anyway. Much better. You don't need someone who is gonna try to control you like that." He declared, his voice soft and calming as he rubbed your back. It was nice, it felt right. Maybe it was because it was natural at this point, the two of you had been there for each other through everything. "You can stay here as long as you like, I know Cheol won't mind. Hell, we'll even grab Hannie and go to help you grab the rest of your stuff."
You heard Seungcheol rummaging in the kitchen for something for a minute before joining the two of you in the living room and plopping a tub of ice cream onto their coffee table, along with two sets of spoons. He smiled down at the two of you as he did.
"Just think of us as your own personal bodyguards. I've got a few friends too that could help move stuff. My friend's Hyunwoo and Hoseok are built like they lift boulders for a living. They'd probably be enough to scare away any evil exes."
Joshua laughed softly at the mention of Cheol's two friends, glancing down at you with that soft smile of his. The same one that always warmed your heart in a way you couldn't describe.
"We're here for whatever you need little Piglet."
Age 25
"I am...so sorry, I didn’t mean to- I mean I just...” Trailing off, unable to think of the right words. You couldn’t look Joshua in the eyes, not after you had pressed your lips against his own...after kissing your best friend. You weren’t even completely sure why you did it, yet you had and you had also probably completely ruined the decade old friendship. Guilt welled in your gut. Out of everyone, you couldn’t lose Joshua. He was too important to you.
As soon as that thought crossed your mind, you seemed to all at once understand the cause of your actions and why you were so scared to lose him. Somewhere along the road, you had fallen in love...with your best friend. Your heart sunk into your stomach, if you felt like this for him then this was even worse than you thought. It wasn’t like Joshua had ever shown any kind of interest in you like that.
“You can do it again if you want.” His words caused your brain to freeze as if someone had frozen you solid. Thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to think of an explanation for why he would say something like that. Confusion etched across your face as your eyes hesitantly lifted from the floor to meet his. “I really don’t mind.”
“Josh, I just kissed you! I probably broke like, 30 laws of whatever best friend handbook there is!”
Your words simply caused Joshua to laugh, shaking his head lightly as he laughed. It was if you had just told the most hilarious joke.
“You know I’m in love with you right?” Well it seemed that Joshua was determined to take you off guard today. Though to be fair...you caught him off guard first.
“Since when? You never acted like it, or like...told me?”
“I mean, not for Han’s lack of trying. Did you really think he joked about us being a couple for no reason?” Now that he mentioned it, Jeonghan did make...quite a few jokes about the two of you just settling down together and they only got worse after you broke things off with Chan.
Rubbing the back of your neck in exasperation, your feelings being tugged in so many directions as you tried to comprehend the situation you were in.
“Okay that explains one thing but like, since when?” You had just realized your feelings but from what he said this had been...a long time thing. A small humorless laugh left your best friend, avoiding your gaze.
“You remember when we were in High school, and you got suspended for breaking my ex’s nose? Yeeeah.”
“That was...eight years ago Josh!” You were completely struck by this information. He had been secretly in love for that long? It would make sense when you truly thought about it, he hadn’t dated or shown any real interest in anyone after that year. As the pieces connected in your head, you felt Joshua grab your hand and lace his fingers with your own.
“Yeah, nothing’s changed though. Honestly i’ll probably never stop loving you, even if you don’t love me.” He gave your hand a small squeeze. It felt right, like his hand was made to fit with yours just like it always had. Maybe this was why Chan had felt threatened by Josh, maybe he could tell, maybe he knew where your heart belonged even if you hadn’t known at the time.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that. I think somehow you’ve always had me.” You began, unable to stop yourself from smiling as you saw his eyes light up at your words. “So now, I’m going to kiss you again and then we have to let Jeonghan know that we’re not being stupid anymore.”
You didn’t give Joshua a real chance to speak again before you pulled him close and once again connecting your lips once again. Your free hand weaving through his hair and your other gripping his hand tightly. Joshua wasted no time returning the kiss, free hand grabbing your hip and pulling you closer.
In all your life, you had never imagined making out with your best friend, yet here you were locked in an embrace. You gently nipped his lower lip with your teeth before pulling away and resting your forehead against his own.
“You know, we could always just keep it a secret from Hannie? See how long it takes him.” you couldn’t help but laugh at Joshua’s suggestion.
“I bet it takes him a whole year.”
“I’ll take you on that, baby.”
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“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.” Remile?
Carnations and Bad Boys
Words- 1,448
Summary- Remy decides his recent behavior doesn't warrant his fiance's kindness and decides to get Emile a sight-shopped gift
Content warning- Knife, Injury, blood, hospital mention, food mention, swearing, referenced animal death
"Shit!"
"Darling? What's wrong?" Emile stood quickly from his desk cramped in the corner of the living room, rushing to the kitchen where his fiance was cooking dinner/breakfast.
"Damn it I cut myself chopping the onion. Look at this mess- it is too early for this. Fuck!" Remy groaned around the wounded finger stuck in his mouth.
Emile jumped into action, rushing to the bathroom for the bandages and disinfectant, "Rem, you know I could have made dinner."
"No, babes. You've been at work all day. That's not fair to you," Remy whined softly as Emile directed him to wash the injury in the sink, "I'm fine, just fucking frustrated."
"You're half asleep still. When did you get to bed?" Emile asked gently, tugging Remy's finger from his mouth and rinsing it under lukewarm water, "this is the second time this week, darling. I'd rather do it myself if it means you don't end up in the ER from cooking while drowsy. You know this reminds me of an episode-"
"Yeah, like every cartoon ever has an episode about sleep deprivation. I know." Remy scoffed and grabbed a paper towel to dry his still bleeding finger, "do we have any leftover cold brew? I can't remember what I left in the fridge this morning."
"I haven't checked," Emile shook his head and maneuvered so Remy could reach the fridge and pull out a half-drunk cup of Starbucks. He pursed his lips with a quiet command to hold still as he poured anti-bacterial disinfectant on the cut.
"Damn it that hurts, Emile!" Remy snapped, pulling his hand away and frowning as he sipped on the old coffee.
"I know. Please let me finish," Emile replied gently, one hand rubbing the other man's shoulder.
Remy sighed and gave his finger back to Emile who wrapped it up efficiently, kissing the bandage when he finished.
"Gawd, you're so... so precious," Remy murmured, staring at his finger and taking a long sip of coffee.
"Thank you. You're welcome," Emile chuckled, turning to the mess on the cutting board.
"No, babes. Go rest and I'll finish dinner. Just.. sans onions. Overrated little bitches," Remy pushed Emile away from the mess with a bump of his hip.
Emile stayed and watched as Remy finished their meal, talking softly about small incidental stories from the office, of course, nothing that would breach doctor-patient confidentiality, and even made his fiance laugh a few times as they sat down to eat.
"I just want to go one night without an emergency or having to call an ambulance, you know?" Remy whined, poking at his onionless taco.
Emile nodded thoughtfully, "but I bet the residents are glad to have you there."
"I guess," Remy shrugged, "it's just been crazy the past few nights and Rob refuses to schedule more people because it's not supposed to be crazy at night. I can't stop three different grannies trying to get out of bed and find their cat that is definitely at least a decade gone."
"You know they don't know better."
"I know, Mr. Psych Eval. Sorry, babes. I just want a calm night for once. Don't you ever wish your patients came in to just.. chat instead of bringing every single problem in their lives to you?"
Emile hummed in response to that, thinking the question over, "I don't know. What I do know is that you need to get ready to go in." Remy groaned and shoved the rest of his dinner in the fridge, sauntering back to their room to change for his shift. He came back out and finished the coffee, determined to grab a new one on his way in. Emile smiled and handed him a bagged lunch and gave his fiance a sweet kiss on the cheek, "I hope it's a quiet night for you, darling."
"Have a good night, babes. I'll see you tomorrow after work," Remy smiled at the kiss and pulled his fiance into a proper kiss before leaving for the night.
Remy hadn't realized a quiet night at the assisted living home would mean plenty of time to think. He sipped his iced coffee and stared at his bandaged finger, wondering how in the hell he got so lucky with his fiance. He also wondered why Emile hadn't realized his horrible decision yet and broken off the engagement. Several hours later when the morning shift came in to take over, Remy was dead on his feet from making rounds all night and convinced Emile could do one hundred times better than him.
Remy stopped at a gas station on the way back home, preoccupied as he shopped for a snack and grabbed a cup of hot coffee to get him home in one piece. On a display near the register, a small yellow teddy bear with a red shirt smiled absent-mindedly at him. Remy smiled and grabbed the little Winnie the Pooh and set it on the counter with his snacks. He glanced around and found a nearly decent-looking bouquet of carnations in reds, pinks, and yellows that he snatched up as well, setting it on the counter before an exhausted-looking cashier.
"In hot water with your girl?" the cashier asked to make conversation despite looking like conversation was the last thing they wanted to make.
"Nah, he just deserves better than me so why the hell not?" Remy laughed to himself as the cashier rang everything up and bagged it all except the coffee, "thanks, babe. Try to make it a good day, yeah?" Remy glanced at them from over his sunglasses.
"Whatever," the cashier waved Remy off and went back to stocking the shelves behind them.
Remy hurried home with renewed purpose, running inside as soon as he parked the car. He found a vase, trimming the stems and setting the flowers in the vase, and adding water. He set up the flowers and teddy bear on Emile's desk and turned to video games to relax after the long night and feeling pretty good about his little surprise for his fiance. Before long, Remy passed out on the couch mid-level.
Emile came home after a long day at the office, several of his clients had had particularly difficult weeks. He quickly noticed Remy asleep on the couch and made an effort to be quieter as he unpacked everything and started dinner. Once he got a chance to relax, Emile turned to his desk and gasped at the flowers and Winnie the Pooh.
"Remy! Oh, dear, wake up! did you do this?"
"Wha- you can't pin anything on me!" Remy bolted up with a start, "what? What did I... do?"
"Did you get me the flowers and little buddy?" Emile asked with a broad grin.
Remy shook the sleep out of his head and sat up. He blinked a few times and saw the gifts and nodded, "oh yeah, actually yes. Those are for you, babes. I- I just thought you deserved something for.. ya know. Don't read into it."
Emile tilted his head in confusion, "I- what do you mean? Thank you, I very much appreciate it. What do you mean by 'read into it'?"
"The bear reminded me of you, especially since you said your little Stitch got misplaced. I thought you'd like him- I just- babe, why do you like me? I'm an asshole. All I do is drink coffee and say bad words. I'm like the antithesis of everything else in your life- the cartoons and toys and your sock collection and all that. Why do you like me?" Remy looked up at his fiance, unusually open and vulnerable.
Emile nodded thoughtfully and sat down on the couch next to Remy, running his fingers through his fiance's messy hair. He glanced over at the flowers then smiled at Remy, "darling, I like you because I like soft things."
"Soft things?"
"Soft things, like carnations and bad boys. You care for people who are so often forgotten and neglected by their families, and you do it every night. You bring me toys because you know I'll enjoy them. And most importantly, you are always authentically yourself. You aren't afraid to show your rougher edges, and that makes you very soft indeed. I don't just like you, Remy. I love you. That's why I asked you to marry me and why a few curse words are never going to change that."
Remy stared at his fiance, mouth agape for a moment before pulling Emile into a tight hug, "I love you so much."
"I know. You show me every day," Emile hugged him back, resting his chin on Remy's shoulder with a happy sigh, "I know."
#sanders sides#remile#ts emile#ts remy#tw knife#tw blood#tw injury#tw hospital#tw animal death mention#tw swearing#I swear this is actually fluff#with a small bit of hurt comfort#asks#ace asks#thanks angel
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04: A memory that your character cherishes
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With a life riddled by tragedy, it's easy to figure that finding a single sweet, cherished memory would be the equivalent of finding a needle in a haystack within Rosie’s muddles, disconnected mind -- or rather, in this case, a strand of hay within a mountain of needles.If you’d ask her to pick one, she’d swim through a sea before finding one suitable ; There were plenty of obvious choices that would be sensible to bring up, what would be expected : Her time with Rocky before he was gone. Time with her kids, those pivotal moments where they said their first words or took their first steps.When they were a family of four , when Rosie had the stability in Rocky to be the best woman she could ever hope to be.
Cherished memories of the woman who existed now, formed from the ashes of a girl long forgotten. No one cared for the past -- no one allowed the past to be any sort of shield or blanket to give reason to all the problems and habits she has carried into the now. People didn’t take excuses. But to dig deeper into the enigma of coils that hid her every secret she hoped had burned, it brings to question just that : What did she cherish in those keystone moments of childhood? Was there anything left in the smoldering remains of the past that could be saved?
No one cared about the past, but that didn’t mean she ever forgot any of it. If you ask a child anything they remember, one of the first things they may answer would be a memory of their parents.
Parents.. She was a parent now, she didn’t need to think of her own, after more than half of her life has been without them. Yet she often did ; she used them as reference for herself. What to be and not to be.To think of her parents in memory were the needles she dug her hands through in search of the single straw in the pile, for like the rest of her life, even her childhood was melancholy and disconnected and full of longing. It didn’t mean, however, that she didn’t have some good memories of them.. To be asked to pick a memory, Rosie searches for something not a soul but herself has heard of. Her cherished memories are a seared reel held together just enough to still be recounted.
Her mother.. She’d think of her mother. The face she still sees when she looks in the mirror, when she reasons the source of her every habit and mental instability. But she was the woman that made her understand what it meant to be a parent. Her namesake, a flower before her, albeit it riddled with serrated leaves and decayed petals. Rosie’s memories of Camellia Hidalgo come in flashes, broken up by the seared reels in her mind, purposely ruined for her own safety. Her mother was strong willed, sick but refused to believe it. Abrasive but hard working. She loved, but the flower which she was named after left her fated to a life of longing and mistakes made in the pursuit of that love.
Camellia loved strangely, crookedly, in a fashion warped by her unstable sickness in the brain. But she loved her children, even when it was in the wrong way. Even if, Rosie understood now, she didn’t love herself.She loved in the only way she knew how, and Rosie clutched the faded memory with all that she was -- the only good thing she could cherish in the time she spent with a woman who spent almost every waking moment trying to keep herself together. It plays like a film behind her eyes
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They lived in a small apartment then, after her father left. After all the fighting seemed to come to a point, the scar on Rosie’s little forehead was just too much of an unbearable mark to look at. They seemed to lose it all after he left, and now they had to downgrade to something fit for two. Within her mother’s small pay range budget. Just the two of them, she’d like to think. The world, unfortunately, was not easy for a woman. Especially not a Spanish woman without family. It shaped everything that made Camellia who she is, and formed the image that Rosie immortalized her in, despite all the pain. In the passing months and years, everything had changed.
When the door slammed shut well into the night, the shouting having died down and yet another boyfriend shoved out the front door, little Rosie hid behind her door and listened to the spray of curses and Spanish until their house grew quiet with only their two souls. The kitten sat in the darkness of her small bedroom, cradling a worn, faded pooh bear as she huddled into a ball and closed her eyes.
She should be sleeping.. She knows.
Her mama would be upset to catch her awake, but her sensitive ears wouldn’t let her sleep with the shouting.. Internally, her body trembled by instinct and her muscles ached with weakening fear. But at least he was gone..
As an audible sigh bleeds loudly through the thin dry walls, Camellia’s footsteps ring loudly as they trailed.. Then stopped. Old wood groaned under weight. The distinct sound embedded in Rosie’s mind.. When her mother was tired, she sat in her favorite chair by the window. When she sat there, it meant she’d be calm.
Hesitantly, she crawled on her knees til she reached the door and used it as leverage to pull her little body up. The ancient hinges squeaked loudly as she tried her best to quietly open it, as best as a 7 year old could do before timidly peeking out to the hallway. Rosie can remember vividly even now, the unique smell of her childhood apartment. The scent of aged walls and wallpaper dating back for much longer than she’s been alive -- damp and musty with time and water damage no one cares to fix. A warm sort of scent that filled the space, unpleasant in a way, but it made home home. The little kitten listened for any motion. When she found none, Rosie sucked a breath, held her pooh bear tighter, and padded out into the hallway on her tiptoes to dampen the sound of her own steps. The ugly linoleum flooring was cold under her feet.
Down the long way, she stopped at the edge of the living room just before it came to the open space. Their apartment was nothing more than a hallway, two bedrooms, and one big open space that made the living room and the kitchen ; Only thing that divided the space between the kitchen and the living room was the counter top bar, but even then you could look directly into the kitchen. She was always too small to see through it, the chairs too hard for her chubby body to climb.
The only light that filtered through was the dim yellow lamp that stood in the corner, just by the chair. From her corner, she can hear the crooning of the old wooden rocking chair as her mother sat by the window and swayed herself idly to the sound of nothing. Rosie sat there briefly, uncertain, then curiosity got the better of her. She peeked out from the shadow the hallway provided, wide eyed and one ear perked up, straining to see. Few things had been tipped over.. Some broken glass from empty bottles that dropped, the table side stand fell sideways and her nurse cap lay among the rubble. Camellia, transfixed in her rocking and staring into the night, seemed too tired to care. She was still dressed in her nurse uniform, just off her shift, and at this rate Rosie didn’t expect her to change into sleeping clothes. Her mother hardly ever did.. Especially when she came home and fought with a drunk. Rosie’s ears folded back.
“ Rosita, is that you?”
Her stomach turned suddenly and Rosie pressed closer against the wall, ears flattening against her skull. From her place, she can hear Camellia’s slow and haggard breathing, a sniffle, then her mother turned to look at her. For a moment, Rosie did debate running back to her room to avoid a scolding, but the heavy, puffy eyes of her mother drew her in. Camellia reached a single arm out towards her, “ Ven aqui, come here mi gatita..”
Rosie moved without question.
With bare feet, she scrutinized the floor and maneuvered carefully around the shards to make her way rather eagerly into Camellia’s open arms. She paused for a minute to try to pick up the fallen side table, but her mother hissed and took hold of Rosie’s little arm, “ Leave it alone.”
Camellia was not intentionally mean, nor did Rosie ever believe her mama wanted to hurt her.. She was just too tired to think about her strength. Her hold was bruising, the hold she used before scolding her in a barrage of English and Spanish, but when she yanked Rosie towards herself, it was merely rough handling. She pulled the chubby little girl into her arms and cradled her tightly like she held her for dear life. Like a child holds her stuffed bear for security.It was up close, Rosie could see the purple bruising blossoming on her mother’s arms and the wet gloss of tears that had stained her cheeks. For a while , she didn’t really look at Rosie. She simply held her and returned to her rocking.
It’s these rare, gentle moments that remained vivid in the deepest parts of Rosie’s memory.. The peace between mania and depression.. The limbo, just before the deep downward spiral into a depressive episode, Rosie understood. The very symptoms she carried in herself now.
In her mama’s arms, not even a night shift at the hospital can wash away the vanilla scent that lingered on Camellia’s skin. In her mind’s eye, she can picture vividly and recall the beautiful shade of her mama’s eyes and the soft texture of her curly hair as the ends brushed up on Rosie’s cheek.. The little kitten curled inward and basked in the security of her mother’s arms and scent -- in a routine fashion, her mother stroked her hair and hummed softly into the warm air of their apartment.
“ Mi Gatita gorda.. You know I love you, right? ” her mama never did look down often.
“ Mhm.. I love you too..” That was the answer Rosie always gave.
Rosie knew better than to look up, pressing her ear to the woman’s chest to listen to the slow beating of her heart. Above her, she felt Camellia shift and turn downward to stare at her with empty, distant eyes. To her bones, Rosie shudders to this day when she looked in the mirror and saw those same glassy eyes. The small child was obedient to wordless demands and met her eyes with her own wide, nervous stare.
“ I’m not crazy, Rosita.. You know that..”
Rosie simply nodded. She closed her eyes as Camellia’s hand trailed away from her hair and traced a claw around Rosie’s puffy little cheeks. All Rosie ever longed for was that touch…
“ You won’t leave me.. And I'll take care of you..Just the two of us..”
Her words echoed, like talking to no one at all. Camellia’s finger swirled around a brown curl, then traced the edge of Rosie’s little nubby ears. Rosie trembled slightly and let her pooh slip away as she took hold of her mother’s hand.
“ I won’t leave, Mama..I promise..”
In the blankness, suddenly Camellia’s lips curled in a small, eye crinkling smile.
“ Pinky promise, my Rosita? ”
Her mama extended a thin pinky out from her hold. Rosie quickly stuck out a tubby finger and wrapped it as best as she could around the much larger finger with an eager nod,
“ I promise Mama.. I always be here..” she mumbled, whimpering as her little voice edged on a plea in search of approval.
Life sparked and danced behind her mother’s golden eyes for a fleeting moment, a satisfied look as if she got exactly what she had wanted. Camellia exhaled softly through her nostrils, closed her eyes, then cradled her daughter closely to her chest. The mother purred deeply, and through the purr she sang a soft melody to rock her baby to sleep..
You are my sunshine..
My only sunshine..
You make me happy~
When skies are grey..
You’ll never know, Dear~
How much I love you..
Please dont take... my sunshine away..
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“ My mother used to hold me a lot as a kid.. When it was only the two of us. Before my brother, Alexander, was born ”
From the depths of her memories, at last she’s pulled from the roots back to the surface, conscious enough to answer. Even as, inwardly, she sucked in deep and uneven breaths. Even now she would not tell the whole truth, for lying was the safest route than spilling out your heart to a stranger. No one needed to know the wound that still bleeds and the tears that still threaten to fall when she forces what should have been forgotten to the surface. Rosie tries to smile nonetheless, a strained and painful smile as she holds the edges of a bittersweet memory like a delicate photograph withering slowly.
She tries not to let it get the better of her, to not let the stinging in her eyes give way to tears.
“ Back when it was only us.. She’d hug me like a teddy bear, and we’d sit in one of those rocking chairs that old ladies sit on. Then she’d pet me and sing to me.”
The lullaby she sings now, still ringing in her ears in a phantom voice. Taking a quivering breath, Rosie shrugs her shoulders and offers a humorless chuckle,
“ Don’t have a lot of good memories.. But that was a good one. Ya know, before shit hits the fan and everything changed on me like it always does. I liked when things were simple as a kid.. It's better when you didn’t understand anything at all.”
#:answered:#:v: iniquitous essence:#blucspidcr#drabbles#Thanks for the ask dude!!#This was super fun to explore and write
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Coffee Au pt 2
PART 3 OF THREE
It was the end of the day, Acylius and Demencia wanted to do nothing more than just sink into one of the comfy seats and doze off but work still had to be done.
As Flug was cleaning away mugs and other items he could still taste Black Hat on his tongue, lingering in its flavor the apple of Eden, he wanted to bite again, savor him anew but the demon was not exactly famous for being sweet so no doubt the next would be bitter…right?
“Boy what a day, am I right or am I right tree man!”
Acylius was silent as he looked over at Black Hat’s empty seat, he’d seen him leave, some work emergency no doubt, money had been left on the table but he’d found himself disappointed that the demon wasn’t still there demanding to be served after hours, crazy as the day had been it had actually been surprisingly fun to have him around.
“It is strange... “
“What that he digs you and not me? “
Demencia teased gently nudging him.
“Please be serious for one moment, you will not believe this, but I do feel as if I know him from some other life...there were things today that felt... so familiar.”
Exasperation filling his voice as he walked off to pick up a latte glass that was half full, grumbling they should not order the large if they were not going to drink it all.
“Oh, like what?”
“Well, when we kissed after you suggested he could help...”
Touching his lips as he looked over at the kitchen, whispering
“It did not feel like the first time.”
“Pffft seems I was right he wanted to lip lock and suck your soul right out of your-”
“Demencia, that is enough!”
Flug dropped the glass he was holding, it shattered across the floor spilling its cold contents, liquid started seeping through the floorboards, oh dear she realised perhaps she’d pushed a little too far as his eyes lit up and she was dragged forward Darth Vader style only without the throttling .
His hand engulfed in cerulean flame, claws extended forward and with a flick she was off her feet hovering, snarling
“I am trying to run a coffee shop, not a brothel while we are friends I do not need you interfering with my love life.”
In all her years she’d known Acylius, the lizard girl had never seen such a fire as this burning within him, damn Black Hat must have more of an effect than he was willing to admit, rolling her eyes she responded
“You think you could put me down, also you old fart what love life, you’re like fifty and have boned like what …once and that was with someone who was for hire to play as Black Hat, I mean I’ve offered cause who doesn’t wanna climb that tree and sit on your branch, but you were as flustered as a sinner in church.”
(Remember demon so not like human 50 XD )
“Woman…argh!”
Acylius tried to keep a straight face, but honestly he could never stay mad at her, a chuckle left him as the demon shook his head and set her down
“You are hopeless.”
“Yeah, yeah I know I’m a lost cause, but why is it so hard for you to believe he likes you?”
She returned while straightening out her uniform.
“Please, I do not think he would find a suitable partner in a barista who tortures people for information on the black market… holy…”
Acylius went quiet and blinked looking at Demencia
“Is that why the Black market is called that! My alternative profile is in that world...I need a drink ...am I working for him and not…know what no this is too much too soon, I am going downstairs, I am going to drink and torture that man until he is a bloody pile.”
Demencia gave him a deadpanned expression in response
“One: it is not for you to decide who he wants to bone and two: you seriously only just figured that out, you’re smart but sometimes really dumb.”
Acylius sighed and just walked off hearing her call out after him saying
“And what about this!”
It was easy to imagine her gesturing towards the spilt coffee
“You clean it up, ASSBUTT!”
Demencia huffed; she should never have let him watch Supernatural, mocking his sentence in a whiny voice before getting to work and only smiling as she swore she could hear the muffled voice of him saying
“I heard that!”
Pffft of course he had, demon senses and all, it was no surprise and yes it probably wasn’t wise to try and interfere with her friends love life, especially when it left her to clean up duty instead of getting to play just how long can we make our victim scream.
Picking up the pieces of broken glass she paused looking out the window, wondering up on that high hill where Hat Manor sat, what the old demon was doing now, heh maybe he was even day dreaming of Acylius, that’d be pretty adorable.
Hat manor stood silhouetted, painted on a sea of blue and purple, diamonds scattered over its surface, there was no moon tonight, though this is not what we are here to do though, while the night sky held its beauty the home held its secrets deep under the foundations.
Down winding stair cases of stone, walls lined with torches that came alight as Black Hat passed them with bright emerald flames leading to a room, large extravagant, doors locked with spells reacting to his presence, opening out to show the pristine display with a red carpet.
Glass cases that remained in a constant polished state appeared liquid with candle light reflecting off their surfaces, to many people these items would be considered odd in the sense they to anyone else held absolutely no value…but to Black Hat they were treasures and when each one was touched he could remember a small moment attached to each and every one of these things…
Recalling how his Acylius had taught him to use a barbers blade for shaving, he himself did not grow stubble or the such unless he wanted to and he had suspected the same of his Doctor, who liked to do human things as simple as that.
It was not that he’d allowed Black Hat to shave his face that had made the memory but that he’d trusted him so close to his throat with a blade, it may not have killed him even if he’d wanted it to slit it.
Though that was the thing with anyone else he would have hacked them to pieces and laughed, in that moment he’d slowly brushed the razors edge along his flesh, intently focused on the task at hand, leaving him mesmerized at just how intimate a simple act could be and how it felt to be trusted by him.
The demon had not been down here in some time, that did not mean what was here had lost any meaning, no on the contrary at times being here caused so much pain he could hardly bare it.
Walking slowly through this world of past wonders, there were mannequins in neat rows wearing suits, everyday clothing to swim wear and pyjamas, some clothing items pressed into picture frames, stopping in front of one case in particular a small quirked at the corner of his lips, on a cushion sat an old tattered Bear, blue after some chemical accident when Acylius had been a child or so the doctor had told him.
This was kept for more than one reason, one Acylius had loved it dearly and two even as a grown demon he’d found him sometimes napping with the damn thing tucked under his arm, apparently you could never be too old to enjoy a favored gift from the past, claws making soft tapping sounds on the glass.
“What an odd name for a child’s toy…Five o Five…then again there is that silly old bear named Winnie the Pooh…”
He said to himself in passing thought.
Just being here already felt as if a hand had reached in around the void that passed for his heart and was slowly crushing it, glancing over at the beautiful cello he and Flug had played together, the intimacy of creating music on the same instrument so passionately had near rivaled their passion within the sheets…before you wonder yes Black Hat even had their four poster royal Georgian bed perfectly made as the doctor would have wanted it.
Lab equipment that museums would beg to have, first edition books that could very well be the only remaining copies of the texts within some of them…yes he’d saved practically everything, did it perhaps make him obsessed…incapable of letting go, you might think so and yes it probably was the case.
He himself could not forget the way the barista had kissed him, it was a perfect match to the way his Acylius performed such affectionate acts, the same passion a memory so real and tactile rising to the surface and layering perfectly to match the movements of want.
Thinking back on this afternoon as he’d sat there sipping his hot chocolate, listening at times to the inane conversation of others and hearing the name of the Café he’d failed to read the name of upon entry in favor of warmth than the cold weather.
He stared at one dark oak closet a mannequin stood in there locked away, blood stained clothes, the salt of tears within the collar, even a beast could weep when its heart was broken, shoulders tensing just at the minor scent of iron and acid he adverted his gaze.
Could that Barista really be Acylius Flug reborn, the man who’d lay dying in his arms , promising him he’d find him amongst the stars…rambling about artists who place their soul upon the canvas, full of hope and pain, madness full of splendid wonder and final words being of love until there were none.
Kisses upon lips that no longer held their warmth as a mournful cry left him whimpering like a child lost in the wilderness of the vast world.
Acylius’s body no more than a limp doll that had lost its light and as with all demonic forms he turned to smoke and ash washed away with a tender breeze littered with embers while all he could do was watch.
Even though he had barely understood what his lovers last message had been, for years he’d sought out painters who favoured the night skies, though none matched the pure emotion of which Flug had spoken until one Starry Night in France just outside the Ravoux Inn he came across such an artist.
A rough looking creature really with a missing ear, in fact he’d nearly passed him until this man had grabbed his arm and Black Hat had at first thought him mad until he spoke of a spirit tall and pale, scars and ears not human and eyes so blue no matter the blend of colours he’d tried to use the ever changing hue had been impossible to match.
Up the stairs of that humble place the artist called home he entered, moonlight pouring through an open window, curtains swaying ever so delicately behind the easel sat a canvas not long since painted on, just as promised in thick oil paints of swirling night time wonders, blacks, blues bright shining yellows in a myriad of hues there stood Acylius eyes closed within the heavens.
“I have dreamt about this man yet I do not know what sins I have committed to bring devils and spirits at my door!”
Black Hat given him a look before replying
“Even Angels it would seem have mercy on a fallen devil.”
He’d without second thought left a fortune upon the old bed in the artists room and taken what was rightfully his, news of his death had been reported not but a few days afterwards which even in the demons opinion was a great tragedy.
Now on the wall here it hung still years later, framed in gold with a bench for him to rest upon, other pieces at either side by Flugs hand were portraits and sketches of Black Hat…but this one in the center had been a gift from the beyond , a promise that he was coming back.
That barista had to be him, had to be his Flug; the café was named after a painting no one but he and the painter knew about.
Could it be, he’d finally truly found him amongst the stars.
(this is a poor version of the Artists work I was inspired by, especially if you figure out who I was talking about...but as my own work I like it XD)
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Agents of SHIELD S6E06 “Inescapable” Easter Eggs And References
In this week’s episode, Fitz and Simmons find themselves reunited, but sharing a mindspace while the Chronocoms want them to work out time travel. It leads to some unexpectedly therapeutic tracking through old memories.
As usual, there are spoilers. Again, SPOILERS if you haven’t yet watched the episode. You’ve been warned.
Spoilers.
Seriously.
Last warning.
The White Room
This is probably unintentional, and the white room they end up in is likely just meant to look like the blank slate it is, but… it made me think of another white room from Marvel Comics. Specifically, the White Hot Room. That’s the name of the Purgatory like space that the Phoenix Force inhabits pretty often. It’s also where Jean Grey recharges and accesses all of her memories when she and the Phoenix re-merge. It’s just a very striking similarity since Dark Phoenix was just in theaters (and the movie doesn’t use that comic book aspect at all).
Fitz’s Proposal
If Fitz’s proposal sounds familiar, that’s because we’ve heard it before. Last season, when he found Jemma, she couldn’t hear him, but he gave her nearly the exact same speech. (Edited to add: She also answered him the same way he answered her when she proposed last season. Nice. And she knew exactly how his speech would end, which means she must have asked him at some point last season how he proposed when she couldn’t hear him. Also, right before Fitz proposes, you’ll spot his bad hand twitching a bit, a nervous tick Iain has kept using since his season two injury. Love the character consistency.)
Alice In Wonderland
A hole appearing in the white room that Jemma escapes through and Fitz following her into her own childhood bedroom feels like a very intentional nod to going “down the rabbit holt” and Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.
Jemma’s Room
I know I’m going to miss some things in Jemma’s room, but there is so much going on in here. Obviously, the book about her and Fitz, but there’s more. We see she’s a Jane Goodall fan because that photograph features prominently. There are stars on her ceiling, likely a nod to the times she spent studying the stars while recovering from surgery as a kid. She has so many samples on her shelves that I wish I could actually see what they all are. There’s a Winnie the Pooh which doubles as a nod to the Disney parent company and it being one of those very English animated properties (edited to add it is technically Canadian) for kids. Not to mention fellow MCU alum Hayley Atwell starred in Christopher Robin. Right next to Winnie is a Paddington Bear, which is a nice touch. Also, the butterfly painting on her wall that looks like it’s a little mixed media with butterfly pieces on the bottom? That was in Jemma’s Hydra apartment in season two. (I remember that odd detail because I used it in a fic.)
Edited to add that Jemma has a serious thing for butterflies that makes me curious. In addition to the butterfly print from season two, there are framed butterflies on shelves, and sample vials of other butterflies in her collection, and even butterflies on the tea set that she and Fitz have in the white room. I wonder if it’s because they were easy for her to study as a kid, or if she was fascinated by their transformation, or something else. Is that something else, perchance, something to do with Sarge’s Snowflake? She does like to go on about how people become beautiful butterflies after she stabs them. Is this just a weird bit of foreshadowing? Showing a connection between them? Is Snowflake another’s world’s version of Jemma? Oh, that would be weird. But food for thought.
Also edited to add: the book doesn’t just feature Fitz as the prince in the stars and Simmons as the princess looking for him. It also features Mack as a strong bear and Daisy as a quick rabbit, which are interesting choices. I’m assuming it’s them only because they’re the friends they call later in the episode. I mean, it could be that the animals are Daisy and Piper since they went to space together, but that would make Davis the monkey? lol
Cuttlefish
Okay, I’m editing this one in because it struck me, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to include it until I looked up the sea creature. So, I initially thought this was a nod to Jemma talking about fish in the pod at the bottom of the ocean in season one. And maybe it is. But, the cuttlefish is actually from the same taxonomic class as squids... like the symbol for Hydra. Nice nod either way.
Fitz’s Academy Dorm
Hey, Bonus mention of Anne Weaver! I enjoy her. The show should try to get her back for a cameo or two.
Okay, I’ll admit I was too focused on them processing the memory to focus on everything in Fitz’s room, but I did spot that massive Manchester banner. Just a reminder that’s Fitz’s team and Hunter is not a fan, as we learned last season. I might catch more on a rewatch, but feel free to tell me what I missed in both of their rooms.
Edited to add: Fitz is wearing the “same” dark blue hoodie that Jemma wears around the base in season three when she returns from Maveth. It’s not actually the same, but we’re clearly meant to think it’s the same one that fits her because it is far too small for Iain to be wearing it over two more layers of clothing. Also, even before Jemma mentions Fitz being manic, you can actually seen hand drawn monkeys on the wall like what Fitz did in the prison cell. Only a few before they start discussing his state of mind and then show Jemma looking at them on the wall. Also, the tie that Fitz wears when they meet Coulson is hanging on his coat rack.
Side note: I found it interesting, though I loathe the term, that Jemma says she friendzoned Fitz in that scene. That means that Jemma at the Academy must have had some inkling that Fitz had a crush on her. Or, this is just Jemma looking back on it with the benefit of over a decade of experience with Fitz and realizing it. Either way, it confirms that Fitz always thought she was the coolest, even while he was busy arguing with her.
Jemma Needs Therapy
I love that Jemma’s problems locked in a box are an amalgam of all her traumas. (Also, it’s funny to me that she has a little pink safe on her dresser that she could have locked her troubles away in, but instead, it’s the easy to open jewelry box.) This version of Jemma looks like a monster, but she’s wearing her shirt from Maveth and shreds of her Kree-slave attire, carrying the shiv from Maveth, has gold paint on her forehead from her time in the future. (Edited to add: she’s also covered in dirt with a hoarse voice, and I’ve noticed some people think that’s a nod to her emerging from a grave in the Framework, which is a good catch. I thought it was simply to make her look more like a monster, but it makes sense that it’s a nod to what she discovered in the Framework now that I’ve watched the episode again, and this “monster” only emerges after they’re faced with the Doctor.) She’s the embodiment of all the bad things Jemma has gone through, and Fitz is right that she’d be better off with therapy instead of keeping the English stiff upper lip.
Meeting Coulson
The scene where the two of them meet and get recruited by Coulson makes me wonder if it happened immediately before we meet them in the pilot episode. Why? Because they’re wearing their pilot episode clothes, though the hair, of course, is not exactly accurate. (Edited to add: Simmons telling Fitz, “yes, I’ve heard the stories, don’t be weird” is a nod to Coulson’s death being on record. They weren’t at a high enough clearance level to actual know he was alive.)
Edited to add: can we talk about how significant it is that Fitz “fights” the demon version of Jemma on the part of the quinjet where he first thought he was going to lose Jemma? It’s where he couldn’t get his parachute on in “FZZT” and Ward went to save her instead. I just found that location choice interesting. It’s not the bus from season one. It’s definitely an updated quinjet, probably because they don’t have the same exact set pieces anymore, but it looks strikingly similar. Demon-demon asking Fitz if his lungs or bones will go first? That’s a nod to the scene of she and Daisy torturing an alien this season when they were looking for Fitz. Clearly, though she saw the intimidation and torture as necessary, it left it’s mark on her.
Also, I didn’t mention in when I initially posted this, but I think them choosing Daisy and Mack to save them speaks more to how they view them than just what cast was available. We’ve seen Hunter literally pull Fitz out of prison, yet he chooses Mack to save him from Jemma. Why? I feel like he might trust Mack with Jemma’s trauma more than he trusts Hunter. Because Mack was there for most of it, and because Mack was there for his own recovery in season two before he became closer to Hunter. Likewise, Jemma calling Daisy and not May, or Elena? That’s because Daisy has had her back for a year in space. She’s seen Daisy literally take out an entire room of badguys while drugged up on puffies, so of course, Daisy is her first choice. Daisy has also already had the Doctor in her own head when Fitz had his psychotic break last season, so it’s a bit of symmetry there too.
Trapped In A Pod
Okay, so it’s sweet that they realize they don’t just have to rely on one another and call Daisy and Mack for backup against the dark parts of their minds. I enjoy that, as well as the symmetry of them both getting to see each other’s worst parts. What I really love here though is that this is the angrier version of the season one pod scene. The two of them run away from their troubles only to be trapped together in an enclosed space, yet again, to yell at one another about all the things they haven’t had the chance to argue about before. Watching the scene, I literally said that the only thing that would make it better would be if it was actually at the bottom of the ocean. Of course, they realized that and it filled with water. Of course. The arguing in the middle of the water, just as it did in season one, leads to their confessing their feelings. It’s a lovely, symmetrical, story of their relationship, this episode.
That Makeout
Leopold and Demon Jemma going at it while Fitz and Simmons argue? This just further proves that all that bantering in the early seasons was really foreplay, right?
That’s all I’ve got, for now. I’m sure I missed some things just because of the nature of the episode. It’s taking us on a walk through memories, some we’ve seen, so there are likely more that are harder to spot. Let me know what I missed!
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List of opening launch Disney Plus animated Disney movie
Blah blah eff off Disney for almost all your choices with this streaming platform. (Seriously I do question a lot of the choices you are making Disney executives). But that’s not the point of this post. There are better people critiquing the business practices. I’m honestly just a simple person who is curious and clicked on a article telling me what will be available for streaming (and hopefully better quality torrents) on opening day.
This really is just me reacting to the animated movies they announced for opening day.
The list
101 Dalmatians - Any movie that I call a vault movie makes sense to be opening day movies. They are well loved classics.
A Goofy Movie - Sure? I’m not dissing the movie, I just assumed they would concentrate on the movies on the official Disney Classic list (57 movies in all). This is not listed as one of them.
An Extremely Goofy Movie - Whatever, you have the first one might as well have the sequel.
Bambi - Time to cry when Bambi’s mom dies. Same reaction as 101 Dalmatians.
Big Hero 6 - Newer movie, thanks for adding this lovely movie.
Fantasia - Where’s Fantasia 2000? You have an Extremely Goofy Movie on this list.
Frozen - MUST HAVE
Fun and Fancy Free - WWWWHHHHYYYY? You prioritized this one? It’s because the second half is a Mickey short? Because eff those domestic abusing bears.
Hercules - WOOT
Lady and the Tramp - makes sense because you have the live action one coming out the same day. Meaning you can compare lol.
Lilo & Stitch - YES!
Mickey, Donald, Goofy: The Three Musketeers - Sure???
Mickey’s Once Upon a Christmas - Sweet, just in time for Christmas.
Moana - Newer movie that is well loved 👍
Sleeping Beauty - YAY.
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs - Lets be honest as the first one this was probably first on their list.
Steamboat Willie - That means they will have animated shorts! I’m excited to see good quality version of old shorts! Seriously guys, you don’t how excited I am for good quality Classic Disney shorts. (Hoping people upload the good quality ones on YouTube.)
The Little Mermaid - YAY but just noticed where are the other big four Renaissance movies? No Beauty and the Beast? Lion King? Aladdin?
The Prince & The Pauper (1990) - More hope for the animated shorts. This is only there cause Mickey right?
The Sorcerer’s Apprentice (short) - WWWWWHHHHHYYYY?! YOU HAVE FANTASIA. You don’t need this one! People just watch Fantasia.
The Sword in the Stone - OMG REALLY?! Did not expect this.
The Three Caballeros - OMG REALLY?! Though what about Saludos Amigos?
Zootopia - Well loved new movie. 👍
As someone who watches animated shorts on YouTube, I’m happy for the addition of Streamboat Willie because of some YouTube videos of Classic shorts are in terrible quality. And it’s not just because the shorts are from the ‘30s. (Me hoping these shorts will end up on YouTube.)
Also the only ‘90s classic animated movie is Hercules. It’s a weirder choice. (Little Mermaid came out in ‘89)
Where is Winnie the Pooh? Winnie the Pooh is literally your highest grossing franchise? It makes you more money then Star Wars! Is it because there is so much Winnie the Pooh media? Seriously guys, I want my good quality Boo to You Too! Winnie the Pooh. Or the Christmas one! Or the Frankenstein one. I have a lot of trouble finding that one on YouTube and torrents.
Source:
https://www.google.ca/amp/s/www.polygon.com/platform/amp/2019/9/3/20838384/disney-plus-shows-movies-star-wars-marvel-disney-channel-launch-titles-fall-2019
#also in a corner disappointed but not surprise that nightmate before christmas is not there#disney#disney +
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Nick’s Social Media Presence
“Nick. You’ve got to stop.”
“Stop what, father dearest?” Nick looked at Kurt, blinking innocently.
“Monday you mouthed off a politician over Twitter.” Blaine said, sitting down at the table.
“Bob offered to take me on a book shopping spree for that… I turned him down. Only because I’ve got so many I haven’t read, though. It’s socially unacceptable for Bob to do it with his career but he’s super proud.” Nick grinned.
Kurt covered his face. “Sit down, Nick.”
“No. We are not sitting at the table. I have a not-date tonight. By that I mean she probably thinks it’s a date and I know it’s not one.” Nick said.
“Not to mention you commenting on the rumor of an affair between your father and Alec.” Kurt sighed.
“Okay, that was just funny.” Blaine looked at Kurt.
“He literally tagged Alec on a picture post in Instagram with a picture of Alec holding him when he was seven and captioned it ‘Are you my new Daddy?’
“And?”
“And Eric posted this fake video of a monologue about how I ruined his life. Have you watched it yet, Kurt?” Blaine asked.
“Blaine. We are supposed to be a unit.” Kurt glared. “How is any of this funny?”
“If he wasn’t your son, you would think it was funny.”
“Yeah, you guys missed the single unit parenting fifteen years ago. Sorry.” Nick shrugged although he did sit down. “You two are complete opposites. It’s kind of hilarious but also kind of annoying.”
“Nicholas,” Kurt began.
“Oh God.” Nick rolled his eyes.
“Ha! Told you they were down here whispering so that meant a talk about your social media presence.” Zach snorted, coming in.
“You need a haircut!” Kurt pointed at Zach..
“Don’t worry, Daddy. I scheduled one for Tuesday.” Zach said and then muttered to where he thought only Blaine could hear, “Tuesday five years from now.”
“I heard that, Zachy. Also do you go an hour without eating?” Kurt sighed.
“Uh, nope. That’s why you called me Munchie when I was little.” Zach said. “Which is still better than Pooh Bear.”
“But he looked like Robin.” Blaine said.
“I did.” Nick agreed.
“Also, you.” Kurt pointed at Zach.
“Me?”
“I did not appreciate you posting that picture of Blaine and I when we were seventeen and eighteen.” Kurt glared.
“Well your 8 million followers did.” Zach said before heading up the stairs.
“Haircut!” Kurt called.
“Mind yo business!” Zach called back.
“Can we get this over with?” Nick asked sweetly.
“Look. I know you think you’re being funny—”
“Daddy, I am being funny and the people love me.”
“We know everybody loves you.” Kurt said slowly. “It’s about the fact that you’re reacting and it’s blowing up. If you just ignored it instead of mouthing back, it would go away. Like when they were saying I was a bad father. You shouldn’t have gone off like that. I love that you want to take care of me. It’s very sweet but I don’t want any extra attention on you. You, Zach, and Soph.”
“I mean, I don’t have a problem with the funny stuff.” Blaine said. “But when it comes to personal stuff like comments about us or the family or family friends… You have to be careful, Nick. If you say the wrong thing, somebody could hurt you.”
“And for the love of God, do not say anything political. It’s election time and people are freaking crazy right now.” Kurt added.
“So you’re okay with me posting pictures when you were teens, pictures of myself, or funny stuff but not important stuff?” Nick deadpanned.
Sophie came in, literally walking as she read a book.
“Count—er.” Blaine winced.
“Crap.” Sophie grumbled and put her book down. She then looked at all three of them and beamed. “Is this chat about Twitter or Instagram?”
“Yeah! They’re telling me how hilarious I am.” Nick nodded.
“It was so funny! My history teacher gets notifications. She looked at it during a test and cracked up.” Sophie said excitedly.
Kurt covered his face with his hand.
“You totally should have posted the prom picture, though, Nicky.” Sophie sat down next to Nick.
“I thought about that actually. Or the one from Disney World when we were little. Or the picture that looks like they’re being sweet and whispering to each other but Daddy was really angry and threatening to kill him!”
“Oh, what about the picture when Dad was on FMLA and his hair grew out.”
“Yes! And he and Zach are sitting there and you to look like three times to tell who is who!”
“The question is does Dad look young or does Zach look old?” Sophie wondered out loud.
“I could totally find one of the pictures of Daddy and Zach helping at the humane society when we were younger, too. You know, the one where Zach had crawled into the raccoon cage to ‘play’ with it and Daddy’s looking horrified while the vet is trying to get him to come out?”
Nick opened his phone, was on it ten seconds, and closed it.
Seconds later, both Blaine and Kurt’s phone started to ding.
“NICK!”
“GOTTA GO! BYE!” Nick scurried out and called behind him, “Love you long time!”
Blaine had his head on the table cushioned by his arms as he laughed hysterically.
“I think the twins’ goals in life are to put me in an early grave.” Kurt huffed. “Twin boys.”
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Changeling AU: The Good Doctor
Word Count: 1,799
Warnings: Therapy visit, sad family story, vomit mention
Pairing: None
Summary: How did Roman survive his time in the special needs school without being Undone? He had help...
A/N: I actually went to a psychiatrist as a child. This was roughly 30 years ago at this point, I remember very little about it, and anyway it didn't actually help me. So apologizing in advance if this doesn't accurately reflect contemporary therapy visits.
The couch was soft, at least—upholstered with brown faux-leather that had worn a little in spots but was still perfectly serviceable. It reminded Roman of some of the antique furnishings at Caer Flamingo…which would have been more comforting if he had more confidence that he would ever see Caer Flamingo again once St. Dymphna’s was done with him.
“Just wait right here, Roman,” the receptionist said in a sickly-sweet, chirpy tone, “and the counselor will be with you in few minutes. Feel free to play with any of the soft toys or action figures in here, but please don’t touch the figurines on the shelves. Do you want a cup of water before I leave you alone?”
“No thanks,” said Roman, flinching at the slight tremor that came unbidden to his voice.
“All right.”
She left the room and swung the door until it was just ajar, leaving Roman alone with his thoughts and about twenty different stuffed animals and superheroes. He didn’t pick any of them up right away, instead investigating the contents of the room.
The figurines the receptionist had mentioned were clustered along the numerous bookshelves, and like the toys, consisted entirely of cartoon characters. The groupings were more-or-less sensible—three Looney Tunes characters, a couple Disney Princesses, a few others that Roman didn't recognize but that shared an art style. If he wasn't supposed to touch them, did that mean they were there for the counselor's own enjoyment? If so, that was...unexpected.
Directly across from the couch was an armchair upholstered in the same faux-leather. Presumably that was where the counselor would sit while interrogating him, although at the moment it was occupied by an absurdly large plush of Winnie the Pooh. Someone had put a fake lab coat and a pair of spectacles on it. Roman wrinkled his nose at the crude attempt at humor, and decided he'd seen enough. He turned sideways on the couch and drew his knees up to his chest. It wouldn't be long now...the counselor would arrive, barrage him with questions, and pick apart his soul. They would declare that Roman was abnormal and needed to be fixed, and maybe put him on some sort of medication, and just like that, his life as one of the Shining Host would be over when it had barely begun. Lady Valerie had said so.
Roman balled up his fists and pressed them to his forehead, forcing himself not to sink into despair. Lady Valerie had said...but Thomas had said something quite different, something much more hopeful...he had to hold onto that.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when someone abruptly started singing baritone right outside the room. There were no words—just “dum da dum” syllables, but the tune was...a fanfare? Roman was painfully reminded again of Caer Flamingo, with its trumpeters and troubadours...but then the song continued. A hand came through the narrow gap in the doorway, fingers wiggling in time to the music, which sounded more and more awkward the longer it continued. Finally, the singer reached a crescendo and flung the door wide, springing into the room like a jazz dancer closing out Act 1.
The counselor—as Roman assumed this was—wore a tan suit, a grass-green necktie, dark-rimmed eyeglasses, and a goofy grin. “Good afternoon! My name is Dr. Picani, I use he/him pronouns, and I will be your counselor for today and the foreseeable future! You must be Roman...unless you prefer a different name?”
Roman could only blink in confusion. He had never met a regular mortal grown-up who behaved like this. Was it a trick of some kind?
“Um...Roman's fine,” he said.
“Ah!” Dr. Picani continued, shutting the door firmly and crossing to the armchair. “Dr. Pooh Bear! Thank you for keeping my seat warm!” He moved the plush to the floor and settled into the chair, pulling a small notepad and pen out of his jacket pocket. “So then. I'll start with the same question I ask all my new patients: Do you how do, Roman?”
Had he heard that right? “Do I...what?”
“Listen again,” said Dr. Picani, in a tone of hushed excitement. “Do you...how do? Did you hear it that time?”
“'How do you do'...backwards?” Roman guessed.
“Not backwards, exactly. More...turned inside out. Like the Simpsons, in that one Halloween episode! You've seen it, right? No?” He cleared his throat and shifted in the chair, changing the mood of the interview. “Roman, do you know why you're here?”
Roman looked away. “Because my parents think I'm crazy,” he said bitterly. “And my teachers, too. At my real school, I mean.”
“Let me stop you there,” said Dr. Picani. “I don't want you to think St. Dymphna's isn't your real school. It can seem like a different world here, and maybe you've heard it's only for people who are full of delusions, and it's only going to be temporary...but it's still real. As real as the Ghostbusters.”
Roman's gaze snapped back into position. Despite that out-of-the-clear-blue reference to some old movie, that description was almost suspiciously relatable. That first week, after the theme park...
“Let me explain the situation as I understand it,” the counselor continued. “Roman, you're here because you're having trouble living in the world outside your head. My job is to help you figure out how to do that...without necessarily changing who you are as a person. The unique person that you are is a worthwhile one, and you shouldn't have to turn into someone else in order to get by. I want you to know that.”
Roman felt tears pricking the corners of his eyes. This was reminding him so much of what Thomas had said in the junk pile that it was painful. He blinked the moisture down and put on the haughtiest expression in his repertoire. “You're reciting,” he said. “Like a speech. You don't really mean it.”
“It's true, I do practice saying things like that. Using the right words is an important skill in my job here. But I also mean it. My goal is to help you, Roman. But I can't do that unless you cooperate with me.” He turned a page in his notebook. “Why don't I let you do some of the talking for a while? Do you remember how your troubles started?”
Troubles... Roman decided to humor the misconception for the time being, and suddenly the words were spilling out. “Yeah, it was when we went on vacation to Disney over Christmas. Everything there was just so...wonderful. It's like every kind of story come to life, all in the same place. They make it so you can really believe in magic. And so...so...so I did. And I found out that it was real, all of it, even after our vacation was over and we left.” The tears came again, too thick and fast to be stopped. “There really is magic. Why won't anyone believe in it?”
He fully expected Dr. Picani to shoot him down, but to his amazement, the counselor was nodding thoughtfully. “That makes a lot of sense. You're probably not the first.”
“The first...what?”
“The first to enter Chrysalis in a theme park.” Roman's eyes bulged with shock, but Dr. Picani was forging ahead. “After all, don't they call it The Most Magical Place on Earth? Where Dreams Come True? I always found those commercials to be pretty corny, but the place is focused on imagination and art. Why shouldn't it be capable of connecting susceptible individuals to the Dreaming?”
Roman leapt to his feet, hand scrabbling at his hip to draw the sword that he was not presently wearing. “How do you know these things?” he demanded. “You're not Kithain! I'd be able to see it if you were!”
The counselor slowly stood up, walked over to the desk in the corner, and took a framed photograph from it. He handed it to Roman, who examined it. It was an older photo, in color but with that slight smudginess that indicated it was taken using film rather than a digital camera, and depicted a girl in her early teens, and a boy several years younger, posing on monkey bars in a playground. The boy was just recognizable as a young Picani, while the girl...
Roman's eyes widened again. The girl shared a family resemblance with the boy, but...while the camera could only capture the mortal seeming, there were the little tells in her appearance, in the cant of her eyes and the shape of her nose. She was a changeling.
“No, Roman, I am not one of you. But my sister is. Or was, I guess. She's still alive, but we've barely spoken in years. She was...she lost her fae self, you see.”
“She was Undone,” Roman stated, running his fingers over the glass in the photo frame.
“Thank you, that's the word I was looking for. Our parents thought she was crazy. And so did her teachers. They wouldn't believe in magic.” Roman looked up. Dr. Picani was still smiling, but now it was a sad smile. “So Laura was put into psychotherapy in order to 'cure' her of her 'delusions.' The therapists wouldn't believe in magic either, and by the time they were done, Laura was a normal—completely human—girl.”
Roman felt the blood leaving his face and he began to grow dizzy. Autumn People... He let himself fall back onto the couch, setting the photo aside lest he drop it from his trembling hands. The dizziness got worse and he leaned over, letting his head droop between his knees.
“Easy there,” said Dr. Picani's voice, sounding oddly far away. He sat beside Roman—he felt the movement of the cushions—and rubbed his back. “Do you need the nurse? Or something to throw up into?” Roman shook his head as the dizziness subsided. “Roman, I'm not going to let that happen to you. That's the main reason I became a therapist—so that if I met any other young changelings, I could help them come to terms with their place in the world without making them turn out like Laura. And now I've met you. When they gave us your file, I found your story so familiar...I requested to have you as my patient. You can talk to me about your world, and I'll know that it's real. You're going to be all right. You're going to be you. Are you willing to work with me on that?”
Roman carefully sat up, noting with satisfaction that his head no longer spun. He allowed himself a careful smile. “I think so.”
“Then permit me to ask once more—third time's the charm, right?—do you how do?”
“Do...I...pretty good?” Roman guessed.
Dr. Picani beamed.
A/N: As of this writing, there have been two “Cartoon Therapy” episodes, and Dr. Picani's tie is color-coded for each. I chose to continue that theme here. Green is a color often associated with faeries in folklore because of their ties to nature.
Taglist: @k9cat
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My Follow Forever
So this is wayyy past due... whoops?
I hit 600 followers which is crazy to think that 600 people were like, yeah! Let’s go follow this person for their content!
But honestly, this is just a reason for me to rant about how much I love my friends :))))
I’ll start with Phoebe because she’s been blowing up my notifications and inbox lately ;) @strayboys what does it mean when you’re my first recommended when I type in the @ symbol to tag blogs??? It means I love you and everything you do <333 honestly is there a person who’s as cute as Phoebe after she got her wisdom teeth out? I think not (I think therefore I am ;) good old SK puns) but seriously, we should atually message each other sometime, I have a lot of stories XD
Who next but @notbangchan oof CJ, have you realized we’ve pretty much messaged each other every day since I messaged you about college classes? That was like the beginning of February. Remind me to message you when you’re ready to learn more about me, because I have something I want to share with you that I’ve only told like two people before, because you’ve helped me with it! Only if you want me too though. One of my greatest encouragers! I had to message her to get motivation to write this XD (and Felix is motivation enough). I love you CJ!!!!! I don’t know if I can express that enough!!!
My co-parent is next! @straykidsthetype Eeeeeee!!!!! Get more sleep!!!! Once I fall down the Golden Child well, you’re going down with me. The one person who will ever compare me to Mark Tuan, my first bias wrecker, who’s now my bias. You’re so sweet, oh my gosh. I’m really happy you messaged me about me giving advice to people that one day on Discord. I’m also surprised that we haven’t been messaging each other on Tumblr before like, yesterday. What the heck. I love you E!!
I miss being an anon, but I have no time now :( So here’s to the two times I was a daily anon for people, and the one time I completely failed at it!
@stk0t9 Maddy! Tbh the reason I first went on anon for you was because you were asking for music recommendations, and I didn’t want to look dumb messaging you about songs you had already heard (because I was a complete newbie, and I knew some of the songs I recommended we already popular), and then you asked about Day6 and I was so excited because I had just learned about them too! Tbh, I still don’t know all the names of those in Pentagon (E is helping me work on it). Have I ever mentioned how terrified I was of liking your posts while I was your anon? I’d like a post (even though it’d pop up as my main) and then I’d wait like three hours to actually send you an ask. But I love your content, holy cow.
@welcometochanskitchen when I first messaged you as an anon, you had asked about song recommendations, and I was already sending Maddy asks as Day6/Got7/Pentagon/ASTRO anon and I was like “ah! My shining moment” and I’m sorry I wasn’t an anon very long, but I did try. Apparently Maddy knew that I was both anons. Whoops. You really tried to get to know me, and I’m sorry I haven’t really stopped by your inbox since!
@punk-rock-kitten I’m sorry I was a bad Sehyoon, but! I’m glad we’ve been able to talk since then and bond over getting to know lesser known groups (I swear I’m going to look up info about Target). Thank you for answering my questions even though they seem pointless, RIP.
Who’s next? Let’s just list a bunch of people I love, because I love and appreciate all of my friends!!!
@seungjilix (have I ever mentioned how much I love your writing? Because I do, a heck of a lot), @prince-hyunjin (I’m really proud of you Alistair!), @stray-kids-stuff (ahhh! Cerys, a wonderful human being!!), @svtiife (literally the best person ever, she puts up with all of my stupid requests because inspiration hits me at midnight, sometimes indulges me), @become-the-story (you’re so sweet to have messaged me! I really appreciate it! I’m glad we’re still talking and I hope to continue to in future months!!!) @bundlesandbeanies (I’m sorry i haven’t messaged you in a bit! Please scream with me about Stray Kids soon! You’re an amazing person!!! Inside and out!!!!) @pooh-bear-woojin (I just sent you an ask about crocs, but looking over your one (1) flaw, I’m happy to have a wonderful child like you!! Ily Kristen!!!) @astraykidsdaydream (Kaitlinn!!! (did I spell your name right?) I hope we can continue talking in the future!!! You’re such a sweetheart and I really appreciate you!) @9equals1 (Maya!!!!! A true visual!!! I appreciate all of your messages!! Please continue to talk with me!!!) @straysunshinesnet (there are a lot of the new gen members whom I don’t know urls for and I’m very sorry :( but I had a lot of fun on the voice channel the other day with everyone!! Let’s continue being friends!!) @straikidz (AHHHH!! You just responded to the last thing I tagged you in, but seriously, Felix with the skateboard in Grow Up, holy crap. A true visual)
Alright, I think I’ve hit everyone!!! Even though I procrastinated on this a lot, it took me longer than I thought it would, but I really am thankful for everyone I’ve met in the Stray Kids/kpop fandom, I wouldn’t be posting the conten I am now without you guys!!
So thank you once again! -Rose Out
#not stray kids#follow forever#wow this is a mess#i really love my friends and mutuals you guys#like a whole lot#I have hit 600 followers!#look it!#I did it!#CJ#Phoebe!#E!#I actually did it!!!
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PEOPLE SAY NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE, BUT I DO NOTHING EVERY DAY
BIDDI BOPPI BOOP A SPECIAL MESSAGE ADMIN ZULEMA: laura has finally answered our prayers for a winnie !!! Your app was as sweet as honey and made my heart swell. I’m so excited to see another member of the Hundred Acre Wood taken up and to see what you do with our favorite little bear ! You have 24 hours to send in your account. Please refer to THIS PAGE for your next tasks. We can’t wait to roleplay with you. Welcome to our Ohana xx.
It’s a pleasure to meet you…
Greetings and salutations beautiful admin team! My name is Laura, I’m 24 years old, I live in the EST timezone and I use she/her pronouns! Three random facts about me are: I have worked for The Walt Disney Company and Universal, my favorite Disney princess is Tiana, and I got a film studies minor in college!
Are you positive you can be active?
I will be able to be on at least every other day, if not every day for at least the rest of this month. I work for a public school and therefore have been on a rather long break since COVID. I will have plenty of time to plot and interact and if I ever find myself in a position that I cannot be for some reason, I will be in contact with you awesome folks ASAP.
How did you stumble upon Walt?
I found you guys while perusing the Disney rp tag!!
Did you read the rules?
Absolutely!
Are you sure?
Please answer the following: Who could Hercules date?
Hercules could date ~ and it would be super fun and chill!
Character you want?
I would be thrilled to play Winifred Robin
Please describe the character for us
For me, Winifred is the sweet and spacey cupcake that everyone should have in their lives. Winnie represents, to me, a sort of grounding and comforting presence for any and all who she comes across. Her innocence and unfettered kindness can be almost jarring to most, who are Friendship is her middle name, and she thrives on making friends everywhere she goes. Winnie knows she’s a bit simple, but that doesn’t bother her. She just loves to love on others and love the world around her. Due to her upbringing, she never *ever* wants anybody to feel the way her father made her feel. If she can provide that unconditional love that someone might need, that would be enough for her. She believes in kindness, compassion, love and friendship. Even if life can be confusing and messy, she knows that as long as she is kind and polite, the world will be right.
Second character choice
I would also genuinely love to play Mabel Pines as well! After seeing the anon asking which one you guys would prefer, I looked at her bio and she seems like an absolute delight! I lover her bio and I love the relationship between Mabel and Dipper in the context of this rp.
It’s time to see that sample para.
Winnie yawned deeply as she snuggled further into her bed, gripping her Paddington stuffed animal close to her chest. It was a lazy Sunday morning, the sun peeping in through the blinds, caressing her peaceful face with its warm tendrils. To most, this would be a thoroughly unremarkable day, but for Winnie, it was another day to explore and have a great time. What could be more remarkable than that? She slowly opened her eyes, smacking her lips lazily as she sat up, stretching her arms wide. Her mind began to wander as she tried to devise a plan for her day, but she was rather rudely interrupted by a rumbling in her tummy. “Oh bother…” she grumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Reluctantly, Winnie threw her legs out of her bed and padded sleepily toward the kitchen, making sure to wrap herself in a blanket on the way.
When they moved to Elias, Winnie had to promise to Christopher that she would work on her eating habits. Christopher spent most of their plane ride to Elias trying his very best to explain that when her stomach made those noises that she needed to eat. Winnie knew Christopher was right, but it was very hard to get herself back into eating with any semblance of regularity. So, Christopher started to work with his sister on finding her favorite foods and favorite flavors. Overwhelmingly, all signs pointed back to sweets, particularly honey. Therefore, Christopher set out to do anything in his power to make foods that Winnie would be inclined to eat and taught her how to not only make food, but enjoy it too.
As she walked into the kitchen, Winnie’s brow furrowed as she noticed a bright yellow note attached to the door of the fridge. Waddling over, she scrunched her nose in concentration as she muttered the words aloud to herself. “Off planning our next adventure…Got you a special treat this morning to go along with your favorite cereal…There seemed to be a lot of ‘buzz’ around it. Hope you enjoy it Pooh! Love…Christopher.” There seemed to be no further instructions, so Winnie shrugged and opened the fridge to reveal an absolutely beautiful sight. Right inside was an adorable buttercream colored smoothie that was topped with whipped cream. A honey bee was drawn onto the mountain of whipped cream with what appeared to be chocolate syrup. Winnie picked up the drink with a bright smile and noticed the label on the side of the drink. The smoothie was called the ‘Bee Yourself’, a name that Winnie had suggested when talking to the nice lady at the coffee shop last week when asked about a name for a special smoothie she was making that involved lots of honey. Winnie took the sip of the smoothie and sighed, grinning from ear to ear. Today was going to be a great day.
Anything else, love?
~ lolol. Also, I would like to change Winnie’s FC to Asami Zdrenka if possible!
#waaccept#disney rp#bio rp#rp#rpg#roleplay#animation rp#city rp#magic rp#school rp#accept#cartoon rp#university rp
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A Thousand Years (vampire!Jack Lowden x reader AU) - Part 8
Part 7 Masterlist
“I bought us tickets to go to the history museum,” Y/N states plainly one evening as she’s eating dinner. Jack is amusing himself with one of Socks’s cat toys when she says this and he stops.
“Which museum?”
“Museum of Modern History.”
Jack snorts a laugh.
“What?”
“Nothing, it’s just…some of my stuff’s there.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, I told you I sold some of my stuff to collectors and museums? That museum is one of those places.”
“Did they pay you well, at least?”
“Oh yeah. They paid for the TV, its mount, the couch and this table.”
“Why did you even get a dining table if you didn’t eat?”
“We didn’t see the point in getting another couch to face the kitchen. Plus, if we ever moved out of the house, we’d just leave the table and then the new family coming in would have one.”
“How generous of you,” she quips. “Anyway, I got the tickets for the ‘overnight hours’ for you vampire folk so that we don’t have to worry about the sun coming out while we’re there. We’re going Friday night at 10:00.”
“What in the freaking world,” Y/N says, tilting her head to look at a teapot that was meant to look like an elephant, but looked more like an elephant that got its body parts mixed up. “The 1700s was a wild time,” she says sarcastically, filling out the questionnaire her professor had given her.
She had to be here for an assignment as part of one of her classes to complete a history minor, which didn’t have much to do with her psychology major, but she liked history, so why not minor in it?
“I’ve made better teapots than that,” Jack critiques, wrinkling his nose.
“Do you know how to do pottery?”
“Yeah, it was the, um, what do you kids say? The ‘OG’”—he uses air quotes—“pottery wheel and kiln. No electronics, just a bunch of gears attached to a tabletop and fire.”
“I can’t believe you just used the term ‘OG.’”
“I’m trying to be hip and with it!”
“Shh,” she hushes when his voice gets too loud, “Yes, dear. You’re catching up nicely with the modern lingo.”
“Thank you,” he says, smiling a closed lipped smile, causing his dimples to appear and eyes to crinkle up.
Y/N giggles. “Whenever you smile like that it reminds me of a teddy bear. Or Winnie the Pooh! Like a little Pooh Bear,” she says, patting his cheek, “It’s so cute.”
Jack’s eyebrows immediately knit together, his face dropping down into a frown. “I’m not cute,” he says as she rolls her eyes and begins walking away. “I’m a vicious, blood-drinking monster with...with fangs and a body count!”
“You’re a 167-year-old grump with a fluffy black cat who fusses over his girlfriend and acts all bashful when she kisses his face.”
“I do not!” he says indignantly.
She balances on her toes and presses a light kiss to his cheek. When he doesn’t soften immediately, she kisses him repeatedly until he melts under her touch.
“Told you,” she says, her face plastered with a smug look. “Come on,” she smiles, grabbing his hand and tugging him to another exhibit, “I gotta answer questions about your time.”
She leads him to the 1800s wing. There’s a slideshow of old photos projected against a wall while other artifacts litter the floor in glass cases.
“Y/N, here, look,” he says, finger pressing against the glass to point at an old opened diary, the pages yellowed due to the passage of time and faded curly handwriting scribbled on it.
“Is that yours?”
“No, it’s Thomas’s.”
“Hm, yeah, I don’t think your handwriting’s that nice,” she said sarcastically, a teasing smile on her face.
“I’ll have you know I had some of the best handwriting in Oxton.”
“Right, and that town has how many people in it…?”
“Anyway, what’s the next question on your paper there?”
She laughs at his not-so-subtle attempt at changing the subject, her eyes scanning the paper before landing on the question she needs to answer.
“‘What two occupations did John Cochrane have?’”
“Oh, I had a beer with him once. He was a lawyer and a chess player. Smart guy but he’d drink himself stupid. I think he preferred just playing chess and hated his job being a lawyer, but I dunno.”
“What was he doing in Oxton?”
“Passing by. He had to spend the night at an inn before going to Edinburgh.”
“How old were you?”
Jack thinks for a minute before answering that he was sixteen.
“Dang, look at you, brushing shoulders with Scottish greats and all.”
“Not just Scottish ones, had dinner with Winston Churchill once.”
“You had dinner?”
“Well, he had dinner, I was just sitting at the table.”
“What was he like?”
“Didn’t really care much for me. There’s a bit of a stigma against vampires if you can’t tell. But your generation isn’t as bad as previous ones.”
“Lucky for both of us,” she smiles and he leans down to kiss the crown of her head.
They’re pulled from their conversation when a tour group passes by and the tour guide gestures to a portrait of David Dunbar Buick. Jack’s heightened hearing sensitivity allows him to pick up a small tidbit of what the guide is saying: “…he was known to be a very generous and kind man, very intelligent, obviously…”
Jack leave’s Y/N’s side and begins walking over, “Actually he was a cocky zounderkite who got lucky.”
He feels Y/N’s warmth coming towards him before he feels her hand tugging at his arm. “Jack,” she warns quietly. She’s comfortable around Jack, but at the moment there’s a crowd of vampires looking at him and now her. She could be imagining it, but it seems like they’re eying her as if she were a Christmas feast.
“Just a second, love,” he says dismissively, patting her hand, “He wasn’t generous at all! He flaunted his money everywhere because quite frankly he had nothing else to his name.”
“Actually, I wasn’t gonna say anything but it’s true,” another vampire speaks, coming to the front of the group with a boy in tow. Y/N’s eyebrows raise in curiosity; this boy isn’t quite as pale as the rest of the group. “I grabbed a beer with him once and all he had to talk about was his money. He wasn’t very nice at all.”
“Gentlemen, please, I’m just giving a tour and following a script,” the guide says, shrugging exasperatedly.
“Yeah, love, c’mon,” the boy says, tugging the other vampire’s arm. He huffs and leads him towards Jack and Y/N, and she shrinks a little more behind Jack.
“Hey, mate,” the other vampire greets.
“Hi,” Jack replies, holding his hand out, “I’m Jack.”
“Garrett. This is my boyfriend, Ash.”
“Nice to meet you, Ash,” Jack smiles, shaking his hand as well. “This is my Y/N,” he says, bringing her to his side. She smiles and shakes both their hands. Ash’s hand is warmer than Garrett’s. He’s human.
“Have you got Anderson as well?” Ash asks, pointing to Y/N’s clipboard with her homework packet on it.
“I do! I’m in his 10:00 class.”
“I am too. I sit in the back, though.”
“Oh, no wonder I’ve never seen you, I sit in the front.”
“What question are you on?” he asks, coming over to Y/N’s other side and looking at her paper. He’s only a little bit behind and she catches him up with her so that they can finish the worksheet together.
“So, how’d you meet?” Garrett asks as they trail after their significant others who are laughing animatedly and jotting down their answers to the questions.
“Oh, I work at the bar across the street from campus, I don’t know if you know it, the Lion and Rose?”
“Oh yeah, yeah, Garrett’s gone there with a couple of his mates after exams and stuff.”
“Yeah, she just needed something to help her sleep and it was just me and her.”
“Oooh, nice, did you tap it?”
“What no!” Jack laughs, “No I didn’t. What about you, how’d you two meet?”
“We met through a friend at a club. You know the one on Grand Avenue?”
Jack shakes his head, “No, no, I’ve been—what is it the kids say—‘off the grid’ for the past twenty years or so. I’m catching up now since I’ve met her.”
“Ah, I see. Well, yeah we met there, got a bit drunk at a club and did karaoke. I took him home and he asked me to stay, and I mean…I did, of course, cuz I mean, look at him, he’s adorable.”
Jack follows Garrett’s gesture to find them a good distance away, talking gesticulatively about a typewriter.
“And then he made breakfast for me and I just ate it away because I can’t say no to him—“
“I know that feeling.”
“Right!? It’s so hard to deny him anything. I literally bought him a pair of shoes he didn’t need because he batted those damn eyelashes at me.”
“Oh, I just spoil her. She gets mad at me then I just smile at her and then it’s fine.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet. Oh, wait, right, the story. I mean, I didn’t wanna come out and meet the other uni students he lives with so I just stayed his room. We talked, watched movies and he kept feeding me. Then when the sun went down I was leaving and he started realizing that I didn’t eat. He started blushing—they’re cute when they blush, aren’t they?”
Jack chuckles and nods.
“Yeah. He kept apologizing and I just thought it was really sweet and endearing. We’ve been together for about four months.”
“That’s so sweet,” Jack says.
“Do you know any other couples like…us?” Y/N asks.
“I don’t, actually. But not a lot of people have really turned their nose up at Garrett. There were just issues when he met my parents.”
“Yeah, I had the same thing. My dad is still such a stickler about it.”
“I think they’ve come around to it now. Can I ask you though, have you thought about…the biting thing?”
“Oh. Yeah, I have. I don’t want to be a vampire. Not yet, at least. I might change my mind later on. I’ve been wrestling with the idea of having kids. I’ve always wanted a family and I’d love to have one with Jack but I don’t know if it’s possible.”
“Well I’m sure you guys can figure something out. I don’t think it’s impossible.”
“Yeah. We’ll see. I’m just trying to graduate now.”
“Same here. What’s the next question?”
Later, when Y/N and Ash have finished their homework, they make plans to have dinner together, Ash making a joke about how he’d love to actually eat with someone instead of eating while Garrett sits across from him.
“You know I can hear you, right?” Garrett says as he frowns.
“Oh, please Garrett, you can’t possibly get upset over me actually wanting to eat with someone. And don’t worry, you’ll have Jack to grump about shit with.”
“I am not grumpy!” both vampires say, scowling and crossing their arms. Ash and Y/N just laughed.
“I’ll see you on Monday!” Y/N says, “And I’ll sit next to you now.”
“Thank you, the people who normally sit around me are like rocks. They’re so boring.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be in the back talking shit about these two,” Y/N says, pointing at their boyfriends who only frown more.
“Alright, that’s enough chatting for tonight, let’s go,” Jack says, reaching out for Y/N’s hand, who grabs it as she shares another laugh with Ash at their boyfriends’ eagerness to get the two gossiping humans away from each other.
They walk to the car, Jack having shed his coat to keep Y/N warm.
“You don’t actually think I’m a grump, do you?”
“I don’t know, you’re kinda grumpy sometimes. But you’re also a big dork. And I love you, anyway. You’re like Hades and I’m Persephone,” she giggles.
“Yeah, and Socks is Cerberus.”
“And we’re all one happy little family.”
He laughs at that, leaning to kiss her cheek as he brakes at a red light.
“One happy, grumpy, mischievous little family.”
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