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schrijverr · 3 years

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Tight

Jonny gets pulled into a fox-hole by Bertie and Tim, who do not know he’s claustrophobic. They try to keep him calm during the attack and he confesses that he is immortal. They still love him

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Ships: Bertie x Jonny x Tim

Warnings: claustrophobia, panick attack, war & Jonnys low self esteem. Tell me if I missed something or if you want me to tag anything!

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The alarms started to blare above them, a microwave attack.

Bertie and Tim quickly looked around for a fox-hole and started to pull Jonny along, who cursed himself as he tried to get free, but the others were both taller and stronger, so his struggling was to no avail.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to survive, he’d died enough times from such an attack to know it was unpleasant, it was more that he would much rather die than go into a fox-hole. You see, Jonny was claustrophobic and being stuck in a small space for a few minutes seemed like hell.

If it were any other day he would sneak off with The Toy Soldier, claiming they would hide together, while in reality it kept watch by his corpse until he was revived.

However, The Toy Soldier had disappeared a few months back and last Jonny heard of it, it was on its way to become Field Marshall, which was good for it. But bad for Jonny, since he was now here, getting pulled into a fox-hole that was not really made for three by Tim and Bertie.

Tim and Bertie had quickly caught on to his unwillingness, so he was situated between them, while they held onto him to stop him from leaving.

“What the hell, Jonny.” Tim said, “Why would you fight? You can die out there.”

Jonny didn’t respond, instead he was trying to focus on his breathing and trying to ignore how small the space was and how easily he could suffocate. He anxiously started to drum his fingers against his leg and humming the first song that came to mind.

“Is that- is that the recruiter song?” Tim asked perplexed when it was the only response to his question.

He was at Jonnys back while Bertie was in front of him, so Tim couldn't see the panicked expression on his face in the dim alarm light of the fox-hole, but Bertie could. He asked: “Hey, are you alright, Jonny?”

Jonny gave an affirming but stressed hum, before he squeaked: “Jup, completely fine me, never better.”

Well, that was obviously a lie. The worry in the other two grew as the tapping and humming continued. Bertie remembered how Jonny had melted that one time Tim got a knot out of his hair, so he tentatively reached up and carded a hand through Jonnys hair.

Immediately the slight bouncing stopped, they hadn’t even noticed Jonny was doing it until it stopped, and the tapping slowed down.

Bertie continued petting Jonnys hair, while he asked: “It’s okay, it’s okay. Can you tell us what’s wrong? What set you off like that?”

It was silent for a moment and Tim and Bertie were just starting to think Jonny wouldn't answer at all, when he whispered: “Is so tight and small.”

“The fox-hole?” Tim asked.

They could feel the small nod against their chests as Jonny started to tremble and humming louder.

Bertie picked up the petting again while Tim tried to make Jonnys tense shoulders relax for a bit. He whispered: “It’s alright, Jonny-love, it’s okay. It’ll be over before you know it, just breathe and relax, okay. You did this before, you can-”

“No.”

“No?” Tim repeated.

“I’ve not done this before.” Jonny admitted, to hell with trying to seem normal to keep them by his side. If they really loved him as much as they said, they wouldn't mind immortality, right?

“What makes you say that, dear?” Bertie asked, “I know for a fact that this is not your first microwave attack.”

Jonny took a shaky breath and said: “Remember how I always joke I’m immortal?”

He didn’t dare to look up and see what expressions the other two wore as they told him they both remembered the jokes.

“Well, they’re not really jokes. I, uhm, I usually just die during these because it’s better than having to be locked into one of these.” Jonny explained.

It was quiet for a moment, when neither reacted Jonny got worried and started babbling: “I know I probably should have told you both and I swear I was gonna, but then I thought maybe you’d be mad at me and I don’t want you to be mad at me, but now I’m stuck in here and that’s really not good for me, because small spaces are fucking terrifying and I would rather die than deal with this, literally, it’s not like it matters if I die anyway, you kn-”

“Oh my poor dear.” Bertie breathed out, “That’s not- that’s not- oh no.”

“Wha?” Jonny was confused.

“Just let him process for a moment, Jonny-love.” Tim kissed the top of his head.

“Is he mad?” Jonny asked fearfully.

“No, of course not, he’s just coming to terms with the fact that you died painfully each time while we thought you were safe with TS, it’s not healthy to do that, darling.” Tim explained, “I’m also not entirely pleased with that fact, but I get why you did it.”

“But I get back, so it’s not an issue, right?” Jonny sounded confused, which broke Tims heart.

“Just because you get back doesn’t mean it isn’t painful, dear.” Bertie joined the conversation, “You shouldn’t let yourself be killed and get hurt, because you can take it. God, can I- can I hug you right now?”

“Please.” Jonnys voice broke a bit.

Immediately two arms were around him, it was a bit hard to maneuver since it was such a cramped space, something Jonny was trying very hard to ignore. So far the stress of being rejected and kicked out had partly overridden his claustrophobia, but with that soothed, it came back with full force.

A small sob made its way out of his throat before he could stop it and once he had started it was hard to stop.

Tim and Bertie just held him while he cried and waited for this all to be over. He wanted to be out of here, he wanted to be held and he just wanted everything to be okay again. His gasped trying to get enough air into his lungs, but it wasn’t really working.

Bertie loosened his grip and asked: “Am I holding you too tight?”

“N- no,” Jonny sniffled, “rather know it’s you than no space, you’re comfy.”

He burrowed his face into Berties chest and held on tight to the others uniform, behind him Tim was massaging his neck, his soft reassuring whispers slightly frantic.

Jonny was sure he was going to explode from exhaustion or stress when the alarm light turned off, signaling the attack was over. He nearly collapsed in relief, but just as he was about to climb out of the fox-hole they heard some shots being fired.

“I’m so sorry about this, love.” he heard Tim whisper behind him, as he stopped Jonny from getting out and put a hand over his mouth.

The hand was a good call, because Jonny terrified cry was muffled by it. Tim never felt like such a bad person than in that moment, holding the small trembling form of Jonny as he refused to let him get out.

Seconds seemed to pass like hours as the fighting moved above them, first right on top and then further along. The moment he deemed it safe, Tim released Jonny and helped him get out as fast as he could.

Bertie and he climbed out after him and rubbed his back soothingly as he sat on hands and knees gasping for air desperately and crying softly.

“I’m so sorry, Jonny-love, I’m so so so sorry about that, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Tim whispered.

Beside him Bertie said: “It’s okay, dear, it’s all over, you made it, it’s done, you don’t have to go back, you’re done.”

It seemed to last an eternity, before Jonny had calmed down enough to be able to talk. He swallowed a few times, then croaked: “I’m okay, I’m fine, just tired.”

Tim immediately offered him his canteen with water, a guilt pressing down on him. Jonny took it gratefully and drank a few huge gulps, before Bertie grabbed it from him and asked: “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.” Jonny mumbled, then he added, “And still a bit freaked, honestly.”

“Do you want to sit for a moment?” Bertie asked.

Jonny answered and they just sat silently in the sand of the moon for a few moments, leaning against the side of the tunnel with Jonny between them. He was still humming slightly, but he seemed less tense with every passing second.

“I’m sorry about that.” Tim broke the silence after a while.

“Wha?” Jonny asked, confused.

“Well, I forced you into that fox-hole and then held you there, it’s my fault you had to go through that, so sorry.” Tim explained.

If it weren’t pitch dark, Tim could have seen Jonny blush quite heavily as he replied: “You just wanted to keep me safe, it’s my own fault I didn’t tell you both about the whole immortality thing.”

“Yeah, we’re still going to talk about that when you feel better.” Bertie said, “It’s not okay that you think you can just die all the time just because you get back. It matters to me that you die and I’m going to make sure you don’t think your life isn’t worth that much.”

“I second that.” Tim agreed, before Jonny could interject with some sort of self-deprecating comment.

“But lets get you back to camp safely first, okay.” Bertie said more lighthearted.

“Here, I’ll carry you.” Tim offered.

“I just told you I’m immortal, you’d think that you’d understand that I should be the one protecting you two.” Jonny grumbled, not accepting the piggy-back ride.

“And you just had a panic attack, so I think we’re justified. Now, just accept Tims offer and lets get going, I think I still have a bit of booze left back at camp.” Bertie replied.

Well, Jonny couldn’t really say no to that, beside getting carried and cared for for a bit sounded really appealing right now. He could let his guard down for a moment, he was safe here with them. It was going to be okay.

#RR writing #The Mechanisms #the mechs #jonny #gunpowder tim #bertie (the mechs)#bertie x tim x jonny #Bertie x gunpowder Tim x Jonny d'ville #tw: claustrophobia #tw: panic attack #jonnys low self esteem #tw: war

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pauseforlaughter · 3 years

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Every Thursday is the same. I listen to a tma episode, I don't get some stuff, I feel stupid. I then go on the tma tag, see everyone talking about their theories or analysing the episode and feel more stupid.

#Jonny please my self esteem is already low sndhdhsg #Tma #Please someone tell me I'm not the only one having problems with understanding stuff...

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pitviperofdoom · 3 years

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TMA Bright Spots: Precipice

Jon and Martin: still together? Still together. In fact, everyone’s together now, that’s pretty nice.

A nice breather episode between all the heavy stuff in the last episode and the heavy stuff yet to come. Thank you Jonny I needed the pit stop.

Apologies have been given and accepted. They love each other, and arguments and mistakes can’t change that.

“[Nervous chuckles] Plus I knew you’d follow me, and save me if things got bad.” That’s trust baby! Could do without the self-esteem issues but Martin trusts Jon with his life and vice versa!

Today is a great day to remember that Basira thinks Jon is funny.

The entire scene with Jon’s attempt at being comforting about surviving an impossibly long fall. Just everything about it. Jon doing his best but coming across as even more ominous. Martin not having any of this nonsense. Basira’s dry “I’ve missed your pep talks.” “If all your friends jumped off a cliff would you join them? No! No, I wouldn’t! cos it’s stupid!”

There’s something morbidly funny about Basira and Martin jumping off the ladder to avoid having to hear the statement.

Jon vocally complaining while he recovers from the fall. Jonny’s voice acting is excellent, and the whole exchange is downright comedic.

Yet again, Jon doesn’t get blamed for bad things happening to other people. I know it’s a low bar it’s still worth mentioning.

Melanie and Basira hug!

And the gang’s all here. After all the worrying we did about whether Jon and Martin would make it back from the Panopticon, and then from Hill Top Road, it’s nice that as the end approaches, we have all our surviving protagonists together, in one place, working together as best they can

Let’s see where they go from here.

#the magnus archives #tma spoilers #mag 198 #tma bright spots

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dontknockitkid · 5 years

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Farewell

You knew this one was coming haha

I never posted anything on social media about baseball being over for me because I didn’t want to accept it, acknowledge it, or over-romanticize the ending of a simple game for me.

But I will, however, write this;

These are my sentiments about a game that had an exceptional part in molding me into the man that I am today. I will never communicate anything like this again, unless it’s in person and verbal and only if someone asks.

Here i present to you, Chris Ramirez, the baseball player.

First and foremost, I feel the need to give the greatest gratitude and praises to God for blessing me through my baseball years without a debilitating injury. I never broke, severely strained, pulled, or tore anything in the 16 years of constant travel, overhead motions, conditioning, or weightlifting. I praise my almighty God for that absolute blessing. With saying that, I’m not talking down to anyone who has had one because I’ve realized how anxious it makes athletes as well as how much it affects their confidence, self-esteem, sense of worth, and identity. I truly feel for those who have been affected by the unforeseen traumas of athletics.

Now, for the tear-jerky portion of my outpouring.

My dad has told me that he wanted to sign me up to play little league baseball when I was younger, but my mom was opposed to the idea because she said it was dangerous and I might get hurt. My dad, being the person that he is, went on to sign me up at South Side Little League in south Oxnard, CA. I make sure to specify SOUTH Oxnard because it was the most rag-tag, blue-collared, league in Oxnard (in my opinion of course). Being in this league for the first couple years of baseball made me the humble, quiet player that I was because we always played (and were crushed) by the surrounding, more wealthier and supported, leagues. The best thing about my younger years (pre-high school), was the traveling. Specifically the long drives I had with my dad. We would drive 3-4 hours and basically spend the weekend together. We would wake up early, go to the nearest McDonald’s, and then head to the sports complex. Those are some of the moments, weekends, and trips that I will cherish the most regarding baseball because they constructed the relationship I came to have with my dad. My dad went to as many games as he could, but the majority of games I either had to hitch a ride with a coach or teammate, and he would show up whenever he was able to. Both my mom and dad have supported and been there for me after every great and terrible game to give their unique feedback (you sucked today but we still love you; keep fighting kid. You have unbelievable potential.) I held on to each and every pre- and post-game talk with my dad because above all else, he was PRESENT. He cared about what I had to say and how I felt about my performance, and he absolutely 100% knew that I cared what he saw or had to say (even though after the tough losses I acted like I didn’t want to hear anything from him at times, but like a young boy, I yearned for my father’s edification and approval). They provided the life and the beautiful days I would never EVER take back, and seeing them smile at me and say they’re proud of me when I didn’t get drafted, had my last start, and graduated college meant the entire world to me.

Now, while I’m talking about my family, I wanted to include a few words for the village that raised me.

These pictures are from my very last season of baseball, but it embodies the support I’ve received from my beautiful family. From fundraisers, to them traveling/camping overnight for several days to see me play (succeed, and sometimes really suck, which often made me really sad), I am forever grateful for their presence. My brothers, Angel and Kevin would often help me forget about a tough loss by providing laughs that turned into happy tears, as well as celebrating with me when I had a great game. Their hugs and affirming, congratulatory presence throughout my life have fueled me to be a respectable sibling. I have always wanted to make them proud of me. I value the photos we have together in our baseball uniforms growing up, as well as the ones we took when they came to visit and watch in Vegas and southern Cali. Even more so than the photos, the moments I was blessed to experience when I hugged them and told them that I loved them after a game or after having not seen them in months, are where my love during those years rests. Te quiero muchisimo mis hermanos. Cousins, Tia’s and Tio’s, family friends, who have housed me on my trips, and let me crash on the couch or guest bedroom for a night or two as I was making my way across the country or back home, I love you. You have no idea how grateful I am for your gracious hospitality. It is and always has been truly heartbreaking as a little kid knowing I wasn’t able to make a baseball trip because of insufficient funds. My parents have done everything that they could to make sure I was able to go to at least a couple trips growing up, and I tear up just thinking about how they made it all possible. I am so thankful for the limited opportunities because it made me appreciate each and every one of them a whole lot more. I love you, mi familia. Near and far, familial and friend.

I couldn’t write something like this without mentioning my coaches. The men (and their wives because if you know anything about coaching, it is a HUGE commitment and sometimes takes a toll on their families. So if any of my coaches’ wives read this, THANK YOU for being patient, kind, and supportive to the men that helped mold me physically, emotionally, and spiritually) that took their time showing me how to simply throw a small object wherever I wanted it to go with controlled aggression, allowed me to spend a good-sized portion of my life having the most fun I’ve had playing a little kid’s game.

I wanted to give a special and heartfelt thank you to my friend, brother in Christ, and former pitching coach Matt Merricks because he (by God’s wondrous grace) developed a form of pitching that incorporated your walk with Christ. Once I was saved by God and my world changed forever, I also became a different type of pitcher, and Matt was there to help refine the explosion of my new heart in Christ. Thank you forever Matt, you helped a young boy understand what it takes to heave a baseball and leave it up to God from there as soon as it left my fingertips, as well as doing the same in life.

To my amazing teammates:

To say you guys have changed my life would be the biggest understatement ever. My boys at Channel Islands and the surrounding high schools who I became so close with, you guys gave me afternoons worth enjoying. You made Oxnard and SoCal a place that tore my heart leaving, but oh so wonderful reflecting back on. If I wrote a small little paragraph for each person or year of baseball, this blog would span a lifetime haha, but I’ll keep it short and to the point.

Channel Islands: Jonny, Isaiah, Matt, Beto, Alfred, Ricky, Manny, Micah, Felipe, Greg, Miles, Anthony, Ray Ray, Leo, Wade, Josh, Stefon, and a few others who were my little tribe in high school: thank you for riding through it all with me. All the high school shenanigans, trouble-making, talks about girls, long days of practice and conditioning, were boosted to absolute nostalgia because of all of you. The memories jam packed at that one school and ball field, are some of my most cherished moments of my upbringing. People always say that you should go to college because those are supposedly the best years of your life, but in all honesty, these years are a definite close Second haha. I can still remember and feel the deep belly laughs at jack in the box, trips to fresh and easy, and countless other get-togethers I will not mention because some of my family might read this eventually hahaha

I love you, and I pray you all are doing well.

Colorado Northwestern:

A small junior college in Rangely, CO was the perfect place for my collegiate baseball career to kick into gear. Why? Because of these guys: Joe, Ricky, Alaska, Mikey, Cado, Nies, Chase, Trevar, Colin, Tanner, Riding, Hoff, Texas, the Woods brothers, Naus, Cory, and several others who brought seriously so much happiness to my days there. At a low point in my life, you guys helped keep me afloat by your jokes, brotherhood, invitations, inclusivity, and acceptance of a new direction I was going in life. You supported me, held me accountable at the late hours of the evenings, and poured into me when I really needed a laugh, friend, or a late night/early morning trip to Vernal or the gas station. The trips we took to the lake, the hikes behind the school, phenomenal bonfires at red rocks, runs up and down Kennedy, when we discovered the “rollercoaster”, and post-game dinners in the caf; dang, I freakin miss that small little school in that small little town.

If you didn’t see your name, don’t take it personally I promise. Even if you were only at that specific school for a couple weeks, you still were part of my experience and growth, and for that I am forever grateful for you all.

Mesa:

Finally, my Mesa family.

Not enough words could describe the absolute excitement and gratitude I had entering a program that was notorious for having a winning record, playing home games at the same stadium the junior college World Series is held, and where a minor league Colorado Rockies affiliate resides. I talked about the anticipation and excitement that was literally almost oozing out of me to every person that would listen, and I want to take a moment here and thank each person that listened to my gripes, groans, and endless soliloquys about a little boy’s dream coming true. You may not have known it at the time, but those moments and conversations built me up (or how us young people say it these days, “it HYPED ME UP”) and encouraged me to live up to the “hype” that I was giving myself haha

Colorado Mesa is where I bore my fruit; the fruit I had worked so endlessly for throughout my life. I was crafted and molded into the pitcher I would come to be my sophomore year at CNCC (and that summer), and CMU is where it all flourished. The grit was there; the motivation was there; the humility; the approach; the passion; the youthful zeal (you’re gonna hear me say that NUMEROUS times throughout my written pieces, so you better get familiar with it because it’s one of my favorite phrases). Everything was already in place, by God’s gracious love, and now it was time to showcase it. Soli Deo Gloria style. Coram Deo style.

Pitching at CMU was everything I’d hoped it would be and so much more. Having the opportunity to pitch in a rotation that included some of the best pitchers in the nation was a dream come true for a little kid from South Oxnard. My friends and roommates making their way over to the stadium on some Saturday or Sunday afternoon would come to be one of my favorite memories of putting on that creme colored jersey and doing what I loved. Now instead of making this a 55 page blog post, I’m just gonna talk about the memories that stand out the most:

I’ll start with the entire 2017 season. The 2017 season came with a ton of extraordinary moments, some of which I’ll go into a bit of detail soon, but it also came with devastating news that would lead to the season’s mantra and future banner of pride, brotherhood, and hardwork. A ball player and dear friend to many named Ryan Teixeira past away from his second battle with cancer. His wake and funeral services in California were unbelievably moving, and I couldn’t help but admire (and absolutely sob) on how unashamed of the gospel his family was at his funeral service. They were bold, broken, vulnerable, but stood firm on the promises of God. It was truly spectacular. May Ryan rest in glory.

I had the best year of baseball in 2017. Although my sophomore year at CNCC was super wonderful, I cannot compare the two as to which one was better than the other because each one was vastly different. At Mesa;

- I experienced a beautiful Friday night fireworks celebration after breaking a school win-streak. The stadium was as full as it ever had been while we were playing in it, and there was this aura of happiness and genuine enjoyment, regardless of wherever you were sitting (even in the visitor section). Fireworks and baseball have always been like peanut butter and jelly, ham and burger, salt and pepper, and tyga and Chris brown. 😂

- I flew for the first time (in a private airplane at that) to play in a regional tournament, as well as a D2 World Series. This playoff experience had me almost in tears thanking God for getting our team and I to that point in order for us to experience and excel in an environment like that. I pitched the BEST two games in my life that season (complete game shut-out against the #1 team in the region at their home field to eliminate them and send us to the championship, and a complete game win against the #1 team in the nation to eliminate them and send us to the semi-finals in the World Series).

Baseball is boring to a lot of people; I’ll admit I even think it’s boring sometimes, but I found an aspect that was worth cherishing the boredom forever. Through this game God gave me memories, friends for a lifetime, extreme frustration and anger, absolute joy and passion, and a love and appreciation for a game played by 4 year olds and 70 year olds. How amazing is that?

God, thank you for these years.

I will miss it forever.

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book-o-scams · 6 years

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What do you like most about Jonny and Plank’s alter egos? Do you wish they could have been Captain Melonhead and Splinter more often?

I really like the storyboarding for Melonhead and Splinter, it’s some of the most dynamic and cinematic parts of the movie and ‘Robbin Ed’ was a really stand-out episode of season 4. I’m also really interested in how much more ALIVE the persona allows Plank to act. I’m partial to Plank’s Timber the Dark Shard alter ego, though, which is just an A+ perfect villain name for Plank, and I choose to believe it is confirmation that Evil Timber and Evil Tim are one and the same.

I’m fine with how rarely they appear, though. ‘Robbin Ed’ is fun and all, putting the season 4 flanderizations to good use with its silly superhero plot, but Eddy apparently seeing himself as a villain always felt a bit off to me (maybe it’s just his low self esteem, but it seems like it would suggest he has already accepted and approved of everything he denies about Bro?), and it’s weird how much the season 4 Eds start crossing the line into actual false advertisement scams, I’m not sure how to feel about how much the show’s premise gets twisted to justify Jonny doing a genre episode. Melonhead and Splinter generally seem overpowered in it too, I don’t remember Eddy really getting any hits in on Jonny (the part where Jonny showed the most pain was the Ray or Riches, which was either an imaginary attack or Eddy has radioactive greed-based powers he should really consider using all the time), while Melonhead wastes no time beating Eddy up throughout their encounters despite Jonny’s pacifism. ‘Scam of the Century’ and BPS make Melonhead a lot more vulnerable, so I am more interested in how the alter ego can be used to expose Jonny’s shortcomings, but it has the inverted problem of calling into question why they were so powerful the first time they appeared and not anymore.

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eenefangirlanalysis · 7 years

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In this wonderful display of animation the Ed’s go careening through Peach Creak forest spitting multiple trees in two.

This opening is so different from all the episodes. The episodes open up with a calm, fun, or mischievous atmosphere, They immediately get to the point drawing viewers in. Big Picture Show has viewers on the edge of theirs seats the second we open up to a very silent cul-de-sac. That is unheard of. Nobody lives in silence.

The car is getting more and more damaged as time goes.

I don’t know if anybody has ever read or seen Stephen King’s, Christine, but this car reminds me of the evil car. Thank God this car is not cursed otherwise it would have brought the Ed’s to their ultimate doom. The car may look like Christine because it belonged to a bad person. It doesn’t do the Ed’s any good nearly getting them killed.

I really recommend that you sit down and study all the frames of this one little scene with the Ed’s careening through each tree.

Their expressions and reactions are the best.

Cartooning is a very unique world. So much goes into it day after day to come out with one frame to bring this show to life. You have to admire the time and commitment that goes into making a cartoon. Especially Ed, Edd n Eddy where they had to make the lines all wiggly. No matter what sort of talent anyone has at drawing it is still the most difficult process. It’s very easy to mess up.

Cartooning is art.

Art is life.

Ed, Edd n Eddy may be a cartoon but it deals with serious topics. Viewers can relate to this show. Especially the Eds.

Wow, the Ed’s screaming is done so well. Their expressions and reactions are priceless.

My favorite reaction has to be Eddy’s. His hands are practically clawing at his head. I believe that he is arguing with himself in his mind why he got themselves into another mess. Mostly Ed and Edd. Eddy knows that Ed and Edd would be better off without him. He doesn’t understand why they’ve stayed by his side even after countless times where he has insulted or abused them. Eddy’s lucky that they are there because he’d be on a much darker root.

As I have mentioned before I love the Ed’s physical contact throughout this scene. This is a show about friendship. A dysfunctional friendship which grows. Fans and even myself found season 5 distasteful for how the writers displayed the Ed’s withering away friendship. It becomes an important plot point. No friendship is perfect. We learn different lessons about our best friends day after day.

The car jumps over a cliff

Is this the same hill from Mirror Mirror on the Ed?

In each episode there are different locations around the neighborhood. Houses are placed differently, the streets or lanes lead out to different locations, or new surroundings pop up.

As I have analyzed the kids don’t have a good sense of direction. They rely on their parents to tell them where they are. It’s usually around the time where we’re all studying up for our licenses that we start to have better judgement on our locations.

The Eds and kids get a better sense of the world as they make their journeys.

The car snaps through the gateway of the junkyard where the remainder of the car chase happens.

Many fans can agree with me is saying that the junkyard is one of my favorite places within the show.

The Ed’s went there so much to have fun and get away from the neighborhood. It’s there safe spot. Kind of ironic seeing how it is a dangerous place to hang out in. Anyone see Brave Little Toaster.

That part doesn’t matter. Even to Edd who hates any germs. There’s always something new and different in the junkyard. The Ed’s can think up their plans in peace.

I notice by around season 4 they stop coming to the junkyard. Season 4 began the difficult period of time where the kids brutal actions became too much for the Eds. Eddy’s obsession with scamming became unhealthy more due to the fact that Bro is looming through the shadows of his mind. Each Ed forgets how to be a kid.

Background Info: See those trees in the background? Are those the same trees we’ll see later on when the Ed’s are in the forest?

Remember, the Ed’s don’t go that far. They’re practically outside Peach Creek roaming around until they walk three towns over to where Bro lives.

Ed resumes as the motor running through the junkyard. I applaud Ed for taking his friends away from danger. For sometime he believes that he can no longer think for himself. Ed believes the nasty words that come out from his mother’s mouth.

Edd and Eddy also play a part in Ed’s low self esteem. They stop relying on Ed and leave him out of the activities or conversations feeling that he may not understand. Edd and Eddy’s friendship has been a major subplot over time. Ed is very important to the group. He’s the reason why the three of them have remained together.

Kevin is perched high above like a hawk scouting out for its pray.

Does anyone work in this junkyard? There’s always the same amount of junk piled up.

The scene suddenly cuts to a shot of Nazz feverishly roller skating to catch up with the other kids.

Many believe that this one shot is filler. This is an important callback to my favorite trait about Nazz. She loves physical exercise.

Remember how Nazz was once fat in Every Which Way But Ed? Depending how fans feel about this moment it says a lot about Nazz’s character.

I head canon that her parents are divorced. We never got to know Nazz because she was always smiling and not doing much to help the plot. What if that was what her character is supposed to be? Nazz is trying to figure herself out over the course of the series.

Think about it. Do you remember Nazz in her little speaking parts from season 1-4 or do you remember her more when the writers turned her into a dumb blonde in season 5? I view this as Nazz testing out different personalities in order to get the kids attention.

There are multiple signs that she doesn’t want any part of the cul-de-sac clan due to their cruel treatment on the Ed’s or anybody else. She’s afraid to speak up because she doesn’t want to be left out. The other character hardly interact with her seeing how they’re so distracted by her looks when she has a very smart intellect and a caring personality.

Physical exercise is very important to Nazz because it makes her happy. It takes her mind off from the stress eating away at her mind. I can see Nazz being a gym teacher some day. She looked very happy in Hanky Panky Hullabaloo.

While Rolf has Wilfred, Kevin has his bike, and Nazz has roller skates Jonny is left to make the journey on foot.

Technically I feel he’s the most hurt out of any of the kids.

I like the detail that Nazz and Jonny are together trying to figure out where the Ed’s took off to. They aren’t the greatest of friends. I like whenever they interact though. Nazz may find Jonny strange but she always acknowledges him unlike the other kids. That’s what she dislikes about being around the kids. They don’t understand what being different means.

Look at that bear trap squeezing his head.

This is where the poor treatment on Jonny begins. He has the worst ending out of anyone in the movie. It’s not fair that he’s the one beaten up and left in the park when he is already suffering from a mental breakdown. Did the writers do that on purpose. This story line has been leading up for a while now since season 5 started. Jonny’s mind has slowly deteriorated until he is in his own little world. It becomes so bad that he’s hallucinating.

We’ll talk more about Jonny as his story line goes.

#Ed Edd n Eddy #eene #ed edd n eddy big picture show #the eds #ed #edd #eddy #every which way but ed #eene season 5 #eene season 4 #Jonny #Nazz #Kevin #Rolf #hanky panky hullabaloo #character analysis #eene analysis #Eddy's Brother #cartooning

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the-passenger-if · 2 years

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if the ROs were orpheus in an orpheus/eurydice situation, would they look back to see if MC is still there (assuming they’re in a relationship) or make it out without looking? and (if it’s not too much to ask) if the ROs were in the role of Eurydice, and their SO turns around, what is the last expression their SO sees before being separated forever? Sorry for the lengthy ask ;-; I’ve seen this prompt around quite a bit and adore it specifically because the angst potential is *chefs kiss*. Figured I’d ask since I love your work a lot (I’ve been rereading it lately). Don’t feel pressured ofc and please take care! 💜

This ask made me actually look for and listen to the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice (my knowledge about ancient myths is -10) The only thing I knew about these two is that this song kicks ass.

The ROs in the role of Orpheus

Fiama is very good at following directions from authority figures so I think she wouldn’t look back. A part of her would feel anxious because she can’t hear Newman’s steps behind her, but a bigger part would remind her to follow the directions to a T (and then raise hell if it doesn’t work or if she’s been tricked)

Jonny would try to make sense of why he can’t look back (he fails) then he would tell himself that it probably has to do with some weird underworld rule he doesn’t understand but makes sense to the underworld beings. I think he would be too worried about screwing up to actually look back because, in his experience, he’s the one that ruins good things. For once, his low self-esteem would help him.

Roach would be super wary of these larger-than-life underworld creatures, so they would try to think what’s the reasoning behind the “don’t look back” rule and what would the creatures be gaining from this. Not being able to sense any type of intent from them would drive Roach bonkers. They look for a loophole in the rule, if they can’t look back, then they will reach out for Newman’s metaphysical fingerprint. Since the myth says Eurydice was there, it means Newman’s soul is there too, and Roach is able to sense that stuff. If there was nothing, Roach would look back.

Horizon is also very good at following directions, but they are skeptical of those in power (too many bad experiences with the Domini in their cult and those outside of it that treat with the cult) and that added to their fear of losing Newman would make them look back.

The ROs in the role of Eurydice

Fiama’s expression is like “Really?”

Jonny is resigned to his fate and not all that surprised.

Roach facepalms.

Horizon winces both for what it’s to come, and in sympathy for Newman.

#ask #tp fiama #tp jonny #tp roach #tp horizon

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eene-fangirl · 7 years

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Ed’s Parents

In canon Ed has the worst homelife.

Ed’s mom clearly physoclogically, verbally, and possibly physically abuses Ed.

Come on, where did Ed learn this off from?

Ed has references his mother many times and she is clearly a horrible person. She gives more attention to Sarah clearly favoring her more.

Look at their rooms. Ed lives in the dirty basement. His room is always a mess. It’s implied that nobody ever visits him down there. Sarah has a lavish room that is all decorated.

Ed fears his mom.

This was a scene from the nightmare episode. Yes, it turned out to be Jonny in the dream, but before that reveal Ed was falling to his knees begging for his mom to believe that he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

If a child has to do this there is abuse written all over it.

Ed’s mom never takes Ed’s side. In fact she doesn’t want to deal with him. She sends Sarah to yell at him. In an episode where Ed had to clean his room Sarah tells Ed she’ll be back in five minutes because mom said she could.

She doesn’t take care of Ed. She makes everything worse by making Ed have a low self esteem about himself. His mom must constantly call him stupid because he acts dumber in the later seasons.

And on to Ed’s Dad.

I go back and forth about whether he is a good parent or not. He used to, but gave up.

Ed’s parnts do not have a good relationship with one another. They must be constantly arguing with Ed’s mom constantly wanting to be right. Ed’s mom plays the dominant role which she wasn’t Sarah to mirror.

Ed always quips that his dad will do nothing to help the situation.

Ed’s line in Cool Hand Ed, “The school will tell Sarah, and Sarah will tell Mom, and Mom will tell Dad, and DAD WILL JUST SIT THERE AND WATCH TV!”

Ed’s Dad is implied to be a couch potato. He is told what is going on the moment he walks into the house. He is not happy.

If he were a good father he’d divorce his wife and take Ed away from everything.

Ed’s home situation is implied to be worse by Big Picture Show. Ed is scared when it comes to his friends seperating. An exact mirror image of parents divorcing.

Sarah is a part of this as well. She is only 8 years old around all this fighting. In Stop, Look, and Ed she was scared about getting into trouble and was hurriedly scooping the ice cream back into its cups.

Sarah fears her mother. She is only going along with it because she gets better treatment. Yes, Sarah is a brat, but don’t you think this is the exact image of how their mother behaves?

Sarah is unsure of herself. She is always copying off others. Ed is the only person who understands that. Sarah wants to understand Ed, but she fears punishment from her mother.

Ed and Sarah are practically raising themselves as their parents are arguing.

Are there moments when they are good parents?

“My Mom and Dad told me to walk obey traffic signals, Eddy.”

And Ed’s mom deplores any kind of violence. She also told him never to fight girls. At any mention of fights she tells Ed to unfriend Edd in an instant when she hears what he did to Lee Kanker.

If this means that she worries about Ed, it’s not enough.

Ed’s parents are terrible parents who don’t look out for their children, give them the wrong advice, and abuse their minds.

I only hope that Ed and Sarah will be taken into foster care because they cannot be living with these people.

#ed edd n eddy #Ed Appreciation Month #eene #eene analysis #a fistful of ed #take this ed and show it #ed edd n eddy big picture show #Cool Hand Ed #Stop Look and Ed #For Your Ed Only #Rock a Bye Ed #Cleanliness is Next to Edliness.

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schrijverr · 3 years

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Me reflected in your eyes

Since it was so dark on the moon, Tim has no clue what Jonny looks like. When Jonny finds out one of his lovers survived, he is desperate to make sure Tim never finds the link, so that the other can’t become mad at him or blame him. But it is pretty hard to hide such things and Tim never blamed Jonny for a moment.

On AO3.

Ships: Tim x Jonny (x Bertie, but he’s already dead at the start of the fic)

Warnings: grief, low self esteem, mentions of war.

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It was dark on the moon, this was not uncommon knowledge, but people sometimes didn’t realize to which extent that fact was true. The soldiers would get vitamin D supplements just to survive and most had no clue what their comrades looked like.

This was also true for Jonny and The Toy Soldier, this was great news for The Toy Soldier, since now less people realized how deeply unsettling the wooden soldier could be, but it was less then ideal for Jonny.

You see, Jonny had fallen in love on the moon.

Yes, the great Jonny d’Ville, known for his emotional constipation had found not one, but two people who loved him despite the ways he found himself to be lacking. Tim and Bertie had held him and told him how much they loved him, even if they’d never even seen his face.

Jonny both loved and hated this. On one hand, he was convinced the two would stop loving him the moment they saw him, but on the other hand, the not seeing made this little bit of joy last longer and prolonged the time before he would be rejected.

He knew he wasn’t that much of a catch, many people had told him his manic eyes could be unsettling and he was on the short side with a baby-face. Jonny never liked the way he looked and his personality also wasn’t winner material, but the two had loved him regardless of that.

It probably wouldn’t have lasted, though. Not that it matter now, the moon was gone and so were Tim and Bertie.

Sighing again he looked out of the window of the observation deck once more. The stars were peaceful and Jonny liked getting lost in them.

A small cough pulled him out of his thoughts and he turned to see Nastya. She looked uncertain, which made worry bubble up in Jonnys chest as he asked: “What’s wrong?”

“Uhm, well, you see, Jonny. Me and Brain were clearing out the docs lab and, uhm, there is a person there.” Nastya said.

“What?” Jonny exclaimed.

“I wouldn't have bothered you with it if he wasn’t halfway to mechanized and it seems unlikely we can reverse the process, but that’s not all…” Nastya trailed off, uncertain.

“What are you not telling me?” Jonny said in a vaguely threatening tone.

Nastya reached into her coat and pulled out a necklace as she said: “He had these hanging around his neck.”

Jonny stepped closer taking the necklace to inspect the dangling pieces of metal only to stumble backwards in shock, eyes wide, fear in his heart. It was not just a necklace, it were dog tags. Dog tags that read: Tim, G.

“It- it can’t be.” he said.

“I’m sorry, Jonny. I thought you would like to know.” Nastya told him, “I can complete the process or he can stay half-mechanized, but I don’t know what that will do to him long term. So far only me and Brian know, who he is and that he’s even here, if you’d like us to not tell the others or something, we will.”

“No one can know about this. Take me to him.” Jonny demanded.

In the lab Brian was organizing stacks of papers and clearing away most of the experiments that had been on display, in the center of the room there was a familiar examination table, with on it a prone form of a young man that Jonny recognized to be Tim from their short introduction at the Moon Kaisers throne.

“Are you okay, Jonny?” Brain asked worriedly, when he came strolling in.

“Do I look like I’m alright?” Jonny snapped at him as he walked over to the table, inspecting Tim closely. He was as pretty as Bertie always said he was, even with his face half open and full of metal. Jonnys heart clenched, Tim didn’t deserve this faith.

He carded a hand through Tims long hair and a small strained smile appeared on his face at the familiar sensation. He could feel Brian and Nastya looking at him, but he couldn't find the strength inside him to snap at them for it.

“How did she find him?” he asked softly instead.

“According to his file, she thought it was you in the little space shuttle, but no other details are known.” Brian answered.

A pang went through Jonnys heart, this was his fault. Carmilla had gotten her hands on Tim in an attempt to find him. It was his fault he would never be able to find Bertie in the afterlife, if that even existed, or find peace if it didn’t.

He swallowed heavily and asked: “Do you think you can successfully fix him up completely?”

“I mean, it would take a while and it might not be as seamless as other mechanizations, but I think I can figure it out with her notes.” Nastya told him.

Jonny thought about it for a moment. He looked at Tims ripped open face, then at the slow rise and fall of his chest.

“Do it, don’t tell the others who he is and don’t mention me to him.” it might be selfish, Jonny knew it was selfish, but seeing Tim, alive, he couldn't find it within himself to leave him like that. Tim might be angry, but that would only be once he made the connection, if Jonny just kept his mouth shut, he would be able to witness this, one of the loves of his life, being there, even if it was just out of reach.

With that Jonny turned around and left, only managing to keep up a strong facade until he was in the comforts of his room where he broke down crying, clutching the dog tags.

He stayed in his room for nearly an entire month. He was sure the others had caught on to the fact that something was wrong with him, but he didn’t care. Jonny had no time for Ashes asking if they needed to burn someone alive for him, or The Toy Soldier asking if he needed some tea or even Ivy asking if she could help him in some way.

What he needed was for Tim to be okay and not mad at him. He needed the other to know everything and tell him it wasn’t his fault. For Tim to hold him, like he had done so many times so that Jonny could just take a breath and not feel like the weight of his decision was crushing him and making him feel like he was going to break in two.

The only person he reacted to was Nastya, who knocked on his door and called out: “If everything goes to plan, he should wake up somewhere this week, I though you’d like to know.”

“Thank you. Have the other said anything?” Jonny asked.

“So far they think it’s the reality of the doc being gone that’s crashing down on you.” Nastya told him, “Me and Brian have not discouraged this.”

Jonny nodded even if Nastya couldn't see it. The silence between them hung heavily, until Nastya said: “I have to go now, please take care of yourself, Jonny. Aurora tells me you died too many times in there, I’m getting worried.”

“Piss off.” Jonny managed to push out of his throat, sinking back onto his mattress willing the world away as Nastyas footsteps disappeared down the hall.

About a month later Ashes was knocking at his door as they yelled: “Jonny, I’m fed up with your bullshit, I know everything sucks right now, but I don’t care that you don’t want to meet another one of her creations or something. This new guy needs everyones support, even your grumpy ass, so you better get out there and at least say hi.”

Jonny was quiet, so Ashes said: “He already knows there is another member he hasn’t met yet and he thinks you already hate him for no reason at all. Please, just push your own issues aside for a second.”

That made Jonny look up, the idea that Tim thought he hated him was enough for him to move. He stank like hell and looked a mess, however, so he knocked three times on the door.

“Alright, you get fifteen minutes, but I’m waiting here for you and I will blow up your door if you aren’t here by then.” Ashes said.

Quickly jumping into the shower and getting himself dressed, Jonny was done in ten. He probably still looked like he’d been beaten by the sandman in a bad way, but that couldn't be helped.

“There you are, I was kind of expecting the octokittens to have eaten you by this point.” Ashes joked, but Jonny wasn’t really in a mood for that, if even one person had slipped up and told Tim his name, he would be fucked.

Ashes seemed to catch on and said: “Brian and Nastya really pressed us to not mention your name to the new guy, I don’t know what happened, but he’s not so bad. I’ll respect it, only because I know you wouldn't fuck with another mech for no reason, but don’t be too hard on him, okay.”

Jonny nodded, lump in his throat. He was mentally prepping himself for what to even do when he met Tim. He couldn't talk or Tim would know, but staying silent would be weird.

Lost in his thoughts as he was, he missed getting to the room Tim was in until he heard Ashes say: “This is the latest guy.”

Then a familiar voice said: “Uhm, hello, I’m Gunpowder Tim, but most just call me Tim. No one mentioned your name yet.”

Looking up Jonny came face to face with Tim, his eyes were horrible, and faintly Jonny remember how Bertie used to wax poetry about them and he was sad he never got to see them, but still the beauty of Tim was overpowering.

Alive and standing he seemed more human. He was taller than Jonny had realized and in perfect proportion and when he smiled a shy smile, he could see that all his perfect teeth had survived his mechanization.

In short, Tim was gorgeous and Jonny had never felt less worthy.

If he had been planning on making any noise, it would have died in his throat. Instead he just stood there as silently as he had intended to be.

When the silent dragged on, Tim got more uncomfortable as Ashes raised a brow at him. They asked: “Are you gonna say anything?”

Jonny swallowed and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He had no clue what to do, if he were to talk he would have to explain and he- he- he just couldn't right now. His mouth snapped closed and he stumbled backwards.

“Are you okay?” Tim asked and all the times he’d asked that after a battle flitted through Jonnys mind as he collapsed to the floor.

He could hear Tim ask Ashes what had happened, while Ashes sighed: “He’s not always the best mentally, I- I have no clue what set him off, but it’s not your fault. Could you be a dear and go see if you can fetch Nastya? Tell her the idiot is being himself again.”

“Yeah, of course.” and Tim ran off.

Ashes then turned to Jonny and crouched down as they asked: “Wanna tell me what the fuck happened?”

“I- I can’t- voice- it won’t.” Jonny stammered, unable to put in to words what was going on with him, as he broke down crying.

Right at that moment Tim returned with Nastya, if Jonnys vision hadn’t been clouded by tears he would have seen the guilty and concerned expression on Tims face. Nastya took in the scene and sighed: “Goddammit.”

“Come here, cowboy.” she told Jonny as she hoisted him up, “No use in giving Tim a guilt complex or something, you don’t want that right?”

Jonny shook his head and Nastya told Tim: “He’s in a bit of a strange head space right now, but I promise you that he is glad to meet you. Sometimes, words, you know? He will write you an apology when he’s up to it.”

She led Jonny away from Tim, hoping Ashes would be of some help on Tims end. The poor lad hadn’t had it easy since he woke up, with the sudden loss of everything he knew and the patch job of a mechanism shoved into his face. The fact that he was coping as well as he was, was frankly a freaking miracle.

Back in Jonnys room she said: “Okay, I know you probably weren’t there by choice, but he is on the edge of breaking. I feel like denial is what’s keeping him going right now, so you’re going to write a nice letter for him and stay out of his way for a while, alright?”

Mutely Jonny nodded, then he whispered: “Thank you, Nastya. Can you- can you keep an eye on him?”

“What do you think me and Aurora have been doing? I got your back, don’t worry about it, just try to figure out what the fuck you’re gonna do, because you’re not going to be able to hide this for forever. And it is going to be forever.” Nastya told him, before she walked out of the room.

That night Jonny spend hours bent over his little desk, fucking up his back in an attempt to get his messy ‘I-went-to-school-for-only-three-years-or-something-give-me-a-break’ handwriting into a neat and coherent apology/explanation:

Deer Tim,

My apologys for my urlyr behaver. I dont know what the others have told you about the crew before you came aboord, but it changed recently and I have been attemting to just work threw that. This has nothing to do with you, sorry.

I hope your ajusting well to this new life. And I hope we can become friends or at leest akwaintences at some point, because you seem like a okay guy.

I will attemt to carry a notebook with me, so that we can talk, because my voice is kind of fucked right now.

Hope this helps.

That would have to do, Jonny thought. It was both a good excuse not to use his voice and make Tim suspicious and it would hopefully make Tim feel better about everything, which had been the final goal.

The letter was nothing like Jonny wished he could say to Tim, nothing like the thousand of apologies that had played through his mind and the million ways he’d come up with to attempt to make things right again and be able to keep Tim close once more.

Jonny handed the letter to Nastya, who promised to hand it on, before he went on his day. He might be dealing with a lot right now, but so were the others and as First Mate, he should be there for them.

It actually went well, the others were getting by as good as possible and it felt good to have the weight that was Carmilla of their shoulders. Jonny was careful with speaking, always checking to see if Tim was near before opening his mouth, but it worked.

After that weeks passed by. Jonny saw Tim a total of three times and had manages each interaction without speaking or making Tim upset in any way.

Tim himself, however, was not doing so hot after a while. The reality of everything had finally caught up to him and he was using his newfound armory to let out his frustrations and anguish on a bunch of crates.

Jonny wanted nothing more than to go over and hug Tim, tell him that he felt his pain and that he missed Bertie too, but he refrained.

It was better to let Tim work through the grief without adding his own to it. It was better for Tim to not know that one of the people he had loved was responsible for what had happened to him. It was better to let him think Jonny was gone too and not have to come to terms with the betrayal.

Through Carmilla, Jonny knew firsthand how it felt to be betrayed by someone you trusted in this way and he wasn’t about to let Tim go through the same.

For about four months explosions and rage echoed through the halls, before it seemed Tim had worked through the anger stage. In that time Jonny had avoided him as much as possible, knowing he would be unable to stop himself if he were to see him.

Tims process was hard on the other members of the crew as well, but all had similar touches with grief and were used to staying quiet and out of the way of someones wrath.

When the raging stopped all had been walking on eggshells, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it became clear after a while that Tim was now just lying in his room, not interacting with the world around him.

Aurora reported his first death of starvation a while later and it was decided that Brian should go up and check on him.

The Pilot came back a long while later to report that Tim had not noticed he died and thought he had fallen asleep and that Tim had freaked out a lot, before collapsing and saying he didn’t care anyway and had wrapped himself up in a bunch of blankets again.

It was about a year after Tim had been pulled aboard the Aurora that he had processed most of what had happened to him the best a mech ever would.

He made fast friends with Ashes and was often found in Brians company as well as rekindling his friendship with TS. He also tried to talk with Jonny, but Jonny wasn’t quite ready for that yet and almost always shut down whenever Tim tried, leaving the poor gun-lover confused.

Jonny had come up with an infinite amount of ways to tell Tim it was him and explain what had happened, but none seemed good enough and every scenario he could come up with ended in Tim hating him.

Beside, it seemed like Tim had finally managed to get himself together and Jonny was determined to not be the one to pull him apart again.

But as Nastya had already said, he wasn’t going to be able to hide this forever and soon enough he found himself caught in a reveal.

Tim had obviously caught on to the fact that he didn’t like talking to him and that everyone referred to the First Mate with a moniker instead of his name, almost as if they were trying to hide something from him and he was confused about what.

He had gathered that Nastya and this mysterious guy were closest and had gone to her to ask what he had done wrong.

Jonny on the other hand considered Auroras engine room, also known as Nastyas safe space, as his own safe space. He’d go there to bitch and whine or to sit in silence comfortably, knowing she wouldn't ask and just offer a hug.

Today, he was coming in to annoy her, since she had been holed up for a week and Jonny had deemed that enough lack of social interaction. He threw open her door, not noting that there were two figures in there, and loudly yelled: “A normal person needs interaction and you had enough you-time with Aurora, lets bitch about life.”

Instead of the groan of annoyance he was expecting, he got a small gasp from Nastya, then a loud yell in an achingly familiar voice: “Jonny? It’s you?”

His eyes met Tims as they grew wide and in his momentary panic, he replied: “If I say no, will you believe me?”

“You- you- you survived? You’re- you’re immortal.” Tims voice broke.

Jonny swallowed, completely unequipped to deal with this. He stood frozen in place until Tim got up, at which point he turned around and got the fuck out of there, the whole situation making his head hazy with stress.

He locked his door behind him. Looking around his messy room, he decided that this was his new home for the rest of eternity now, because he didn’t think he was ever going to be ready to deal with that confrontation ever.

Alas he only got a full three seconds of peace before someone was banging on his door. It wasn’t hard to figure out who it was and his suspicions were confirmed when Tim called out: “Love, angel, darling talk to me. I know you’re in there.”

At first Jonny wanted to stay quiet, pretend he wasn’t in there, but the knocking and calling out continued, until it became weaker and weaker and Jonny could hear sobs from the other side of the door.

“Go away, please.” that had not been what he wanted to say, but Tim was still in shock and the moment he thought about it, he would be mad at Jonny and Jonny didn’t think his heart could take that.

Tim gasped, shocked. Then he heard a chocked back cry before Tims footsteps disappeared down the hall.

With Tim gone Jonny allowed himself to fully break down. This was it, Tim knew. Now he was shocked, but then he’d think about it and see how it was Jonnys fault this happened and he’d get mad at Jonny and take back all the times he’d told him he’d loved him, which were the only memories keeping his sane right now.

He would probably tell the others what happened and Tim was a sweetheart and incredibly precious, so who wouldn't be on his side and then they wouldn't want Jonny there and he’d be tossed out and on his own again.

Not that he didn’t deserve it, but it would still hurt.

Jonny didn’t know how long he sat there, but he was pretty sure he died of dehydration a few times and it felt like he had become one with the floor.

A loud knock startled Jonny out of the emotional blocked out trance he had been in and Ashes called out: “Oh my fucking god, Jonny, get you stupid ass out here now and go apologize to Tim and make things right or I swear to everything unpleasant that I will burn all your stuff.”

“What?” Jonny replied, startled.

He of course did not know that Tim had done nearly the same routine of locking himself into his room and crying, however, Tim had been more responsive to outside help and let Ashes in. He had told them everything and they had gotten pissed on his behalf.

You see, Tim had not interpreted everything as Jonny had feared, instead he had assumed that Jonny had never even loved him, but had seen him and Bertie as a little plaything that fell away compared to his immortal lifespan.

When Ashes heard this incredibly stupid explanation of events they had filled the blanks that had confused them about Jonnys behavior the past year and marched to his room to yell at him for being a dumbass.

“He thinks you hate him, go tell him you love him.” Ashes told him.

“What!” Jonny exclaimed, tugging open his door with a shocked face at the same time Tim came running into the hall: “Ashes, no, don’t-”

On the side of his face there was a little blood, it was clear that Ashes had killed him to get a head start to Jonnys room, but he still managed to look breathtakingly beautiful.

For a moment Jonny was speechless, open and closing his mouth helplessly while he waved his arm around meaninglessly. Then he swallowed and brokenly asked: “You really think that?”

“Think what?” Tim replied, sounding so vulnerable.

“Do you really think I hate you?” Jonnys eyes were full of heartbreak and his voice full of disbelief.

“Why are you acting like that’s such a weird conclusion, Jonny?” Tim asked him, “Why are you acting like you didn’t ignore me for a year and desperately tried not to have me find out who you were while I mourned you? While I was alone? I missed you, I needed you and you weren’t there.”

Jonny didn’t know what hurt more, the broken tone of Tims voice or the use of his name. Tim took so much joy in finding the sappiest petnames to use and Jonny had almost forgotten how his own name sounded in that voice.

Tear sprung in his eyes and he hardly noticed Ashes quickly backing away as he answered: “Because you should be hating me right now.”

Tim sighed, all the frustration and anger leaking out of him as he said: “Why do you always think that you’re to blame? We tried so hard to tell you how worthy you are, why do you always do this to yourself?”

The tears now really started to fall as Jonny fell to his knees, sobs tearing from his throat. He didn’t know why he always blamed himself, it just always seemed so logical that he was the thing that messed everything up.

He was just babbling, apologizing over and over again when Tims knees appeared through the watery haze of tears and two arms wrapped around him.

Tim pulled him close and kissed his temple as he rocked him back and forth every so slightly, like all the times Jonny had had a nightmare in the trenches. He whispered into his hair: “It’s okay, it’s alright, love, just let it out. I’m not mad at you, I still love you.”

Jonny was barely able to form words, but his mind clamped onto how important it was that Tim knew how much he loved him as well, so he chocked out: “I love you too, so so much.”

The arms around him squeezed him for a moment and Tim brokenly told him: “I know, dear, I know.”

They could’ve sat there for eternities and not have noticed with how lost they were in one another, just glad to have the other safe in their arms. They might be missing someone, but at least they could bear that heartbreak together, at least they weren’t alone, not again.

Never again.

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18 february 2011 You must know of my love/hate relationship with Jen by now. I have spent the better part of my life taking the high road. And, resenting that fact. I know not becoming. "You know Jen...Be nice, Sarah." I can hardly explain the many many layers to this story. The years building up to what happened. Let me make this part short and sweet. Jen would be the sort of girl who must have low self-esteem. She uses big words to make herself appear even smarter than she is. She would be the one who can turn any conversation into sexual innuendo. A recent post on her facebook wall...where she has several workmates...and family.... "13 Flabbergasting Facts About The Johnson"... Is her typical post. Everything means something else. Is still my belief, those who talk so big are not getting it. Or, are no good at it. I find it sort of tacky to talk about such things. I am not a prude and I do my fair share of talking...about things. I just do not need to know you are getting some sweet hot lovin'. I think there should be some sort of decency to that kind of conversation. It lessens you when you cheapen it. Why be common? I think Jen likes to be the center of attention. Even if the laughter is at her exspense. Twenty some years have passed in this friendship. I have behaved for all of those years. Jen has assumed that I am some sort of uptight-never-gets-any-kind-of-girl. She has spent years letting me and everyone we know exactly how funny that is. The digs have become more upsetting in recent years. Perhaps I am just getting older and becoming less willing to take any shit . From anyone. I know....I should let it go. But something snapped. I have had a couple years of great change. I have been struggling to accept my being broken or find a way to fill my gaps. Everything for a reason. Everything...for...a...reason. Always my mantra. The things I have locked away for so long...bumped into by Jen and her poking stick every so... Something snapped. Have you ever been to roller derby? I have so missed my calling. I would wear a pink sparkly tutu with black stockings. And I would knock you down. So not kidding. We went to Roller derby to see Paul's now lesbian wife do her thing. She is the bench manager for the Shevil Knevils. Apparently "Norma Bates" was taking the season off. Paul appointed himself my teacher and I got an earful. He explained how it went and I was in love. The fast pace and shoving. The outfits and slamming. The screams and pushing. Jen must have felt odd man out...another story. During a break she asked me to read a sign she could not read. It had been covered partly by a banner. The signs were for advertisements for alternative Milwaukee businesses. You know...tattoo places, coffee houses and the lot. Jen pointed at it and Paul laughed as I read the partial sign. "The Tool something....The Tool Shed." Jen laughed and asked me to repeat myself. Clueless, I said it louder. "The Tool Shed." They thought I was hysterical. Snap. Almost felt it. I turned away from them for barely a moment. Could hear comments and laughs being exchanged. No more. "You think I don't have toys?" She looked as if I had slapped her. Standing between us, Paul smirked. "What? What?" Even louder, "You think I don't have toys?" She turned red. "What did she say?" Paul responded, "She asked you if you think that she does not have any toys." "I...ummmm....do you?" Without a blink, "I have plenty of toys...you can see for yourself." "Oh really?" "Yeah...in the third drawer down." All I could see was her face. I could have so knocked her down. One hard push shove slam. Bitch. Even redder, Jen looked to Paul. "What did she say?" "She says that she all keeps her toys in the third drawer down." I looked at Paul. A blink. He was beaming. I could feel my feet again. "I do. And you are more than welcome to take a look. But DO NOT touch anything." I turned toward Jonnie, and he asked what it was all about. I nearly shrieked. "She couldn't read that sign over there...." "Oh shit." Looking at them all.... "I would be more than happy to take her to the Tool Shed. I am sure I could help her find a thing or two." And I could. Snap.

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Worst of the worst (of the worst): Battlefield Earth

As anyone who knows me can attest, I have a deep and abiding love for unpleasant experiences. I’ve been known to pull all-nighters when none are necessary, just because I don’t want to sleep. I seldom exercise, but when the mood strikes I’ll go on 40 km walks and return home with knees locking up and feet blistered. When I cook for myself, I make my food spicy to the point of pain. All of this is, of course, is insane. So why do I do this? Because pain provides context for pleasure. Because pain, on some level, is exciting. Because pain reminds you that you’re still alive.

Battlefield Earth is pain. In rough terms, it is the box that that one Bene Gesserit put Paul Atreides’ hand in. Battlefield Earth is the mind-killer. Battlefield Earth is the little-death that leads to total obliteration.

And I love it. It is wonderful, in its excruciation. Never before or since has a film aimed so high and fallen so low. It is a tale of ambition, hubris, greed, and failure. Battlefield Earth is a Calvinist meditation on the human condition. To watch the film is to experience the pain of Christ as he tread the Via Dolorosa, as John Travolta and Barry Pepper qua the Romans mock you and scourge you. The full weight of every cinematic sin which has ever been committed or will be committed weighs heavily on your shoulders.

And, like the suffering of Christ, Battlefield Earth has a redemptive purpose. There have been bad movies before, and there will be bad movies again; all are dwarfed by the enormity of suck that is Battlefield Earth. One feels oddly at peace, as the experience ends and the tension headache ebbs away. “The sun will rise in the morning,” you think. “There will come another day.” You might even learn a thing or two by watching it.

Join me, then, in finishing the Litany of Fear:

I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where Battlefield Earth has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

Shall we begin?

Battlefield Earth opens in the year 3000. For a thousand years, Earth has been under the brutal domination of the Psychlos, a cruel race of dreadlocked alien Nazis kitted out in early-2000s mall goth apparel. The majority of humanity has been enslaved by these raver Klingons. Only a few pockets survive in the wild, where they have been reduced to a stone-age existence. One such specimen of humanity is Jonnie Goodboy Tyler (Barry Pepper), our protagonist. As the film opens, Jonnie is leaving his home on a journey of exploration. The audience doesn’t know or care what he’s after; neither does the plot. In short order he is captured by the Psychlos and enslaved.

Terl (John Travolta) is a Psychlo with a problem. As the chief of security for the Earth, he looks forward to the end of his tour of duty, only for the board of directors to extend his deployment another fifty cycles, with endless options for renewal.

Terl hatches a scheme: he will force his enslaved humans to mine gold for him, so that he can buy his way back home. They seem to spend most of their time sitting around in cages and hitting rocks against other rocks, so honestly his plan seems pretty unimpeachable. Conveniently for the plot, Terl chooses Jonnie to carry out his scheme. He puts him through an advanced learning program, taught by a hologram of an alien with very low self-esteem. In a matter of minutes, Jonnie knows all that there is to know. It’s kind of like if the cast and crew of The Matrix spent a long night huffing gasoline before shooting the “I know kung fu” scene.

The training program, of course, also teaches Jonnie how to pilot spaceships, as well as the history of all the earth, the cosmos and the Psychlo race. Having been given a shuttle, the shiftless and workshy Jonnie decides to bring Terl gold from Fort Knox’s stash rather than going to the effort of mining it himself. Since the writers have basically given up at this point, Jonnie also happens to discover a subterranean US army base fully stocked with inexplicably functional and still-fueled warplanes. Within a week, he has trained all the remaining humans to be combat pilots. Terl suspects something is amiss, and to prove his point he shoots a few cows as the horrified humans look on - planting the seed of rebellion that will be his own undoing.

The humans put their plan into effect by launching a full-scale attack on the Psychlo base. In the course of the battle, the massive dome the Psychlos have built over Denver is destroyed, and the Psychlos inside suffocate, unable to breathe the Earth’s atmosphere. Since the plot has entirely stopped trying by now, Jonnie finds a teleportation device and transports an atom bomb to the Psychlo homeworld, Psychlo. It detonates in spectacular fashion, exterminating all life. The humans celebrate this act of genocidal planetary annihilation, Terl is locked in the vault of Fort Knox, and at long last the credits roll.

There is so much wrong with this garbage film that one hardly knows where to begin. Though it sounds like the fevered ramblings of a lunatic, I assure you that the plot summary above is 100% accurate. Narrative elements are introduced and then forgotten about in the space of a single scene. Part of this, I assume, was a perceived need to cram in details from the equally nonsensical 1000-page L. Ron Hubbard book the film was adapted from; this was very much a vanity project for the Church of Scientology (on which more later.) But the film is already vastly too long, while (paradoxically) far too short to deal with all the elements it tries to introduce. The dialogue and characters are no better - Jonnie could have been played to satisfaction by an upturned mop with a cutout of Barry Pepper’s face glued on. John Travolta’s performance is at least memorable in its insanity; every scene he’s in crackles with enthusiasm and Very Big Acting. Travolta was having the time of his life, bless his heart.

The film is notorious also for its horrible design. The lighting for most scenes has a queasy quality reminiscent of a laser tag arena after far too much greasy pizza, while virtually every shot is from an extreme Dutch angle. It’s supposed to make the audience feel uncomfortable and disoriented, I would guess, in which case it congratulations are in order because one does indeed feel rather sick after a while. The net effect reminds one of an uninspired nu-metal video. The special effects are mostly executed competently, for the time, and are of the late 90s school of CG where everything looks vaguely like it’s made of Plasticine. Presumably, some talented artists were involved, which is a real shame because the concept art they were tasked with interpreting puts one in mind of nothing so much as the cover art for a Mexican bootleg VHS of Alien. Even the scene transitions are overdesigned and dumb: there are no less than a dozen of those stupid barn door wipes, which were jarring and weird in Star Wars, when handled by a competent editor, and which are physically painful here. I’d recommend accompanying them with the sound of a slide whistle if you have one to hand.

The people to blame for this unspeakable blasphemy of a film are, of course, the Church of Scientology. L. Ron Hubbard considered the book from which the film was adapted as somewhat of a masterpiece, in clear distinction to the portion of humanity who are allowed to handle sharp objects without supervision, and Scientologists were reportedly ordered to buy multiple copies of it when it was released to help it reach the top of the sales charts. Hubbard apparently had Travolta in mind for the role of Terl from the beginning, and after Travolta’s career was revitalized after Pulp Fiction he threatened, cajoled and pleaded until he was able to secure funding for the film:

Battlefield Earth is the pinnacle of using my power for something. I told my manager, "If we can't do the things now that we want to do, what good is the power? Let's test it and try to get the things done that we believe in."

The Church of Scientology got in on the action, too, its members pestering 20th Century Fox to make the film until the studio heads got fed up and sold the rights to Franchise Pictures, a production studio specializing in untouchable vanity projects. With production costs spiraling to a reported $50 million, hype reached such a high that the Church of Scientology sent a giant inflatable Terl on a nationwide tour.

The success of this film rested on one crucial factor: that it didn’t turn out to be worse than an unanesthetized root canal. Oh, well.

There are reasons to watch this film. That a film like Plan 9 from Outer Space or Troll 2 should have been dreadful was a given: they were shot on a zero-dollar budget, with cardboard sets and props bought from the dollar store, “starring” actors who had never acted before and “directed” by people who had never directed before (and indeed still hadn’t by the end of production.) Battlefield Earth doesn’t have this excuse. A fleet of caterers arrived every morning on set to feed the production. Highly-skilled makeup artists, riggers and lighting technicians toiled away behind the scenes, while some of the biggest stars in Hollywood were in front of the camera. An army of tech artists produced CG assets for this picture, toiling away in obscurity for months in devotion to their art. The film shot was taken to a lab where it was treated by some of the best specialists on earth, meticulously assembled and given form and direction by a small cadre of editors. 50 million dollars were spent, and at the end of it all, Battlefield Earth was the result: a shining monument to failure. This film, which is everything that film shouldn’t be. It is failure. It is ugliness. It is pain.

And without pain, what is pleasure? You can’t afford to miss Battlefield Earth.

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‘Putting yourself out there’

Break ups are never easy, but eventually, the end of something old leaves room for something new. Well the same applies for work; as you leave a job or organisation and move onto pursue something new.

Like dating, when you interview, you are often:

Completely vulnerable and exposed!

Look inward with a microscope!

Welcome old insecurities that you thought had long disappeared, only back to rear their ugly heads!

Like dating, interviewing also requires:

Confidence and Self Belief to walk through that door believing in yourself and your worth

The ability to overcome nerves and present the best version of yourself

Find the perfect match between what you want and what they want

As I have spent my entire May 2019 making applications and interviewing around the country and technically through Skype, around the World, its been a really interesting find for me.

I left France and had one focus; I will work in Africa this year in a great role for a meaningful charity. Then narrow it down, the vision was Sub Saharan Africa on a poverty reduction programme. One goal. One focus. This clarity left no room for doubt or failure, as all efforts and mental acuity was needed to seek out the right role and find the right match for both parties.

But as time passed by and rejections (a natural part of the game) came in, the clarity became murky and the doubt seeped in. Naturally leading to some questionable applications to low hanging fruit jobs.

As I approached each interview; I started to create some rules for myself:

-Research who I am meeting and what I am actually going for, in depth. The credibility of the organisation, the competency level of the interviewers, the values held, the culture. I asked myself before every interview, was this the right fit for me?

Just like dating, the professional world can often stamp this level of thought out of you. Who are you entitiled milenial to ask such questions, work is work, money, goals, pay your bills, thats it. There is a real hand to mouth unspoken culture that many fall victim to; that when you approach a potential employer, you need to wow them and prove your worth.

But actually, the same applies both ways. You will give 40-70 weekly hours of your time to this place, sacrifice time with family and friends and commit to this new role with all you have. So, do you want to work there, with that team, doing that role, feeding into that culture?

-Confidence in myself and my ablities, irrespective of the experience and outcome of the interview. We all know how it feels to have an interview that just tears you to shreds. The hard line of questioning, the intense looks a panel can give you. The feeling of sitting on hot coals or walking on hot needles. Last year I interviewed for an incredible job and the Chief Exec took my CV out, slashed through my life history and told me at each stage where I had gone wrong, giving me spoonfuls of confusing feedback, only to not offer me the role. We have also all been there when you walk out of the building like Jonny Bravo, really feeling yourself Beyonce style. You glimmered, glistened and gleamed, you shone at each interview stage and you had incredible rapport with the interviewers.

Like dating. You can have an incredible date and cant help but picture the next date or next 5 years with that person. The conversation was flowing and the compatibility almost oozing out of the restaurant.

So why then did they not call? Why was the job not offered? Why were you not even good enough to warrant feedback?

These experiences can be really damaging to self esteem and confidence in your own abilities and skillsets. A 22k job can turn you down but a 50k job can hire you. I love cake but hate meringue.

The point is, despite the outcome of the interview (or date) preserve the belief in yourself. Its that full tank that will enable you to get to the next window, the next seat, the next interview to find your match and land your next opportunity.

-Preparation: We are stepping into some provocative grounds as I continue to compare dating and interviewing. Although the kind of preparations made before either appointment vary massively in some regards, the principles are the same. I know the interviews I’ve prepared at length for and still been unsuccessful, then I recall the interviews offered at short notice and doing a late notice swot only to land the job.

But leaving these to chance and luck isnt an option for me anymore. Its important I feel prepared and ready so I give myself the very best chance to secure something I am set on. Preparing myself from the logistics, to role research, value addition propositions and proposals for role specifics. I ensure I look the part, feeling as though there is enough professionalism and appropriateness as there is character and personality. From getting the right amount of sleep before to proper nutrition of the body and the mind and spirit.

The competence enables the confidence and the confidence is the driving force to set me up in the best position. If I dont believe in my own abilities to undertake this role, why should they hire me? Just like if we dont love ourselves, how can anyone love us?

But with these rules, came some very interesting experiences. How one interview can make you feel like a lost tourist while another can provide you with satisfaction in your own skills and abilities. How some interviewers treat you as they would in the role and that is a very good indicator to what the role and working relationship will look like. How this is all about puzzle pieces, both employers and job seekers each trying to find the right match for them as they embark on a new relationship.

In exactly three weeks I left one role and landed my perfect next step. But in between that were so many applications, conversations, interviews and wavy levels of confidence and clarity.

I didnt stop until I secured my right fit. I trusted my own abilities. I held the calm and deep level of faith and matched this with positive habits and endless grit and determination.

Like dating, sometimes we have to trust in a bigger picture that the right one is coming. The deep level of faith and positive habits with the above rules can help with the dating world and as well as the interviewing world.

So to both dating and work considerations...

1. Keep an unwaivering faith and deep belief that the right thing/ person will come to you. The books, studies, podcasts, prayers, vision boards, mantras, it will all lead to what is meant for you.

2. Match your belief with work, research and preparation. Nothing in life is handed and the next role or person in your life deserves you, because you are magic and light in this world. So dont leave room for doubt and set yourself up for success

3. The reactions of others should never dictate the feelings of you. You may have to kiss many frogs or interview at many places, but any role or person worthy of you will treat you in a way that feels comfortable and right to you.

4. An interview or a date shouldnt warrant a character assassination, nor should you do the same to them. Let the past be the past and dont hold any grudges of an ex or previous employer and affect how you treat the next. Heal, move forward, learn and grow. Its good to look at for similar signs, but also be willing to give this new person or role a fresh chance

5. There will be dips of motivation in both job seeking and partner seeking. Miss/Mr Independent can plummet to singing All by Myself in a very unironic manner. Thats ok. We cant be 100 all the time. But prepare for these dips and prepare for a way to overcome them and work through them

Most importantly, know that you matter, believe you were made with a purpose and go after ultimately what you believe is yours.

For me personally, three weeks of interviews and taking the above advice, I received many invitations as well as many rejections. The winds then all of a sudden changed and I began to meet my matches. On one day, I received three incredible job offers which included two roles based in Sub Saharan Africa and I had to make a choice. I am overjoyed to say, I took the role with a meaningful grassroots charity, on a poverty reduction programme in Sub Saharan Africa....One goal with one focus with no room for failure.

#believe #confidence #toptips #belief #dating #love #relationships #humour #motivation #determination #lifestyle #mindful

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Why Investment Advisors Expect Bitcoin To Reach $17,570 By 2023

Investment advisors, which often sweat under the spotlight of their clientele, have long been hesitant to name-drop Bitcoin (BTC) and cryptocurrencies, much less give their predictions on the asset class. Yet, in a recent survey conducted by two fintech companies, an unnamed group of advisors commented on BTC, while also conveying a not so cheeky price forecast.

Bitcoin Sentiment Seemingly Turns Green

Per a survey conducted by Bitcoin ETF hopeful Bitwise Asset Management, a San Francisco-headquartered crypto services provider, and ETF Trends, a financial media source, advisors expect for the value of the flagship cryptocurrency to boom in the coming years. The December poll’s results, unveiled in a company press release, was aimed at 150 financial advisors, which subsets of financial planners, advisors, and broker-dealers. The respondents were queried about crypto assets and their role in their client’s portfolios en-masse.

While it was established that cryptocurrencies had become a near-ubiquitous talking point between advisors and their clients, a mere 9% of those polled are actively managing a crypto position in their clients’ portfolios. Yet, in spite of the seeming lack of demand and/or belief in BTC, a number of those surveyed were bullish on the cryptocurrency. 22% of the 150 noted that they plan to either commence investing their clients’ capital into cryptocurrencies or to bolster their already-existing holdings.

This willingness to foray is likely due to these advisors’ belief that the value of Bitcoin will swell in the years to come. In fact, 55% of those surveyed that believed that BTC would appreciate in value in the next five years, with predictions averaging out to $17,570. Although this is still below Bitcoin’s all-time high, the fact that bonafide investment advisors, and a hefty number at that, believe that the cryptocurrency market will grow is reassuring.

Matt Hougan, Bitwise’s global head of research, commented on the stats in a positive light, writing:

“After a year in which the Bitwise 10 Large Cap Crypto Index fell 78%, the survey shows that interest in crypto investing from financial advisors not only survived, but grew… There are clear reasons why: Advisors tell us that they are getting inbound questions from clients, that they need ways to connect with a younger generation of clients, and that clients are investing in crypto outside of their advisory relationship anyway.”

As previously reported by NewsBTC, the same group of advisors also show amiability towards BTC-backed exchange-traded funds. The mass of respondents, a hefty 58%, divulged that they would prefer to invest in cryptocurrency via an ETF, with 35% noting that the launch of such a vehicle would catalyze their foray into this nascent market.

It is clear that investors haven’t counted cryptocurrencies out just yet, even with the crushing downturn that stabbed a hole in traders’ hearts.

Related Reading: Bitcoin Rally To Be Preceded By More “Crypto Is Dead,” Layoffs, Regulation, Says Investor

Crypto Traders Also Optimistic

And advisors aren’t alone in the touting of their optimistic calls. While BTC has stumbled over recent days, posting a harrowing performance, analysts, who have begun to step back from day-to-day price action, have begun to claim that the bottom is nearing, if it isn’t already in.

As hinted at in a previous report, the current bear market is nearing the length of 2013-2015’s, leading many hopeful analysts to claim that a bottom is likely nearing. Jonny Moe recently noted that by Thursday, the current bear market will be just as long as the previous 80+% drawdown, and 2% shy of just as severe. While this wasn’t an explicit call that this nascent, often unpredictable market is establishing a price floor, many commenters quickly noted that this “fun fact” was the epitome of so-called “hopium.”

Fun fact: Thursday marks the same length of time as the 2013-2015 bear market.

We’re 2% off from the same depth. $BTC pic.twitter.com/xCD7gHcwyN

— Jonny Moe (@JonnyMoeTrades) January 30, 2019

Analysts have also expressed their bullishness in a tacit matter. Jack, an analyst at Bitcoin Bravado, recently noted that BTC’s current inverted chart is technically reminiscent of the cryptocurrency’s chart at its $20,000 peak, established in late-December of 2017.

$BTC reversal pattern?

This $3k bottom looks awfully symmetrical to the $20k top…

Just saying pic.twitter.com/sLfKQcsTZI

— Bitcoin Jack (@BTC_JackSparrow) January 29, 2019

Others have been more explicit with their predictions. Moon Overlord, an esteemed crypto trader, recently remarked that per historical & technical analysis, BTC begins to “pump” one year “on average before its halving date.” With the next block reward shift slated to activate on May 2020, Overlord made it clear that the cryptocurrency market could begin to rally in May, adding that there are only a “few months to buy BTC at this low of [a] price.”

From a fundamental view, the broader crypto market has begun to look cheery. Case in point, Bitcoin failed to react to the news that VanEck, CBOE, and SolidX had retracted their application from the SEC for a crypto-backed ETF.

Rhythm Trader, a self-proclaimed “cryptocurrency enthusiast,” touched on this subject matter. Rhythm, who has embarked on a mission to laud Bitcoin incessantly, explaining that the “lack of reaction to the largest negative news on the horizon” is a clear sign that cryptocurrencies have entered a state of “despair.” In the eyes of many, this pseudo-phase accentuates that “capitulation” has finally occurred, and that lower lows are unlikely, if not a near-impossibility.

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I love how the Ed’s have to face reality in Big Picture Show .Life is not a cartoon.

The Ed’s could have torn this heating grate out of the ground while taking advantage of cartoon physics.

No, Edd and Eddy tore this heating grate up from the floor all by themselves.

All the characters on EENE have a unique strong ability. Ed, Rolf and Sarah can lift objects such as houses or tractors with no problem. And then there is Edd who claims that he is so weak he can’t even shatter a glass.

Edd fears his physical strength. It’s what got him into trouble. Although Edd was only using his mental strength to defeat the kids, but seeing how he brutally injured them he fears his physical strength. Edd learns to trust himself again in the movie as he stands up to a person twice his size and age.

I am in love when Eddy throwing that heating grate out of the ground and into the air.

Eddy’s physical strength is a big topic too. He always makes people do the heavy work for him. There was this one time where Eddy climbed to the top of his box building in Urban Ed to face Jonny. Jonny got the hype for climbing up the building as if he were Tarzan, but not Eddy.

Eddy has more mental strength then physical. He is a strong person who has been put through so much over the years. He always has a come back, will always stick up for his friends, and just let’s things go. It’s bad for his mind to repress his emotions. He is such a tough person.

Eddy has a low self esteem about himself. He doesn’t think he has talents, has smarts, or is strong enough like his friends. There is more to Eddy then anyone thinks. He is also more generous then any character. Whenever he earns money he wants to spend it on his friends rather then himself first. And he always gets enough cash so he and his friends can get jawbreakers.

It doesn’t matter what your physical strength is like. What matters is how you mentally deal with situations.

Edd and Eddy are on the same path when it comes to repressing their emotions. They’re practically the same person who have been neglected by a certain person. They threw away an important part of their personality just to wear a mask for the world and impress the person who could never love them.

I love the pause button.

The plan backfires as Eddy finds out that the heating vent is also sealed with bricks.

Did Bro have other people in his room? It makes me feel uneasy when I see the number of dates Bro has tally marked on the wall.

There is little to no air in his room.

Even he couldn’t escape from this room. He didn’t want anyone to barge in on him. His views on the world were very different from everyone else’s. Bro stayed in his own world.

There are varying levels of sociopaths. Different sociopaths feel a different degree of loneliness such as needed emotional companionship or in need of a relationship. Bro has had many relationships. Bro lives by himself. He’d rather be on his own. There is a theory that he is on the run from the world. Does he know what he is doing?

My head canon is that Bro used to have friends who he drove away. Eddy witnessed Bro’s friends walking away and it had no affect on Bro. When Eddy witnesses his own best friend walking away from him he finally breaks down seeing he has become the full mirror image of Bro.

Ed grabs Edd and Eddy’s attention over to the object he landed on.

Edd’s eyes were stuck in the grate. I love the slapstick in this show, but sometimes there is too much. Eddy can agree with this observation.

“‘In case of movie break glass?’“

“BINGO! My Bro’s always prepared!”

“A peanut?”

“Cheap movie.”

My favorite gag!

So, this ‘break glass’ security system wasn’t in Bro’s room in O Ed Eleven. Along with that glass Edd held up against the door. I think Eddy could have found the glass in the boxes he found in Bro’s closet. As for this security system Bro lived in his own world.

Who knows how long the car has been sitting in his room for. You know I just realized that Bro never took his vehicle with him when he was disowned. He has been walking everywhere on foot for years. He got around needing a car something everyone in the world takes advantage of. You have to admire that about Bro.

I feel like this gag also connects with the making of the movie too. AKA had other scene planned, but they didn’t have enough money to make the scenes. I also heard that they wanted to cut out scene of Rolf roaming in the desert, but they were already fully animated. If the movie wasn’t for TV airing AKA would have had time for more story lines and wouldn’t have had to cut out certain scenes or lines for time. The movie is still wonderful over all, but think about the cut scenes that could have been in the final cut.

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