like real brothers, or even closer!

sorry i had no idea what to name this, that three buckets quote stuck out in my mind so i picked that. but i HAD to write a tickle fic for fern. i also practically had to physically force myself to post this. enjoy!

finn and fern were laid on one of the many grassy hills surrounding them, deciding to stop on the way home after fern had (hesitantly, and with some persuasion of finn) tagged along with finn for an adventure. it was at least a nice day, so why not, he figured? the two just hanging out together seemed to be steadily turning into a common occurrence as of late.

recently, fern found himself slowly becoming a bit iffy on monster fighting and dungeon crawling and such, since now it only ever seemed to remind him of being finn, and that reminded him of a whole package of other things he’d rather not think about.

but something they found they both still enjoyed was just skygazing. they often liked to lay down in the grass or on the top of the treehouse together, count the clouds, or the stars. they’d talk about everything, or nothing. which is what they found themselves doing now! but today, fern just seemed… off.

well, he always seemed a little off. in a way that finn couldn’t fully put his finger on. and he wasn’t talking about his grassy appearance, or the way he talked to himself up on the roof, or how finn noticed sometimes his movements would get a little rigid. those were all things he’d learnt to get used to, eventually.

but its like fern was never truly happy, or even content. admittedly, he did express that a lot… mostly through anger or self deprecation. but even on a good day, finn could still see the misery flickering behind his eyes like the subtle flame of a candle.

finn tried to accept that thats just the way fern is, because he doesn’t want to pry at fern for something he isn’t even sure he could help with. but each day, it got increasingly harder to ignore seeing his… friend? or he supposed, brother, so unhappy.

especially today however, he seemed more distant than usual. as much as finn tried to help fern with advice or attempts to reassure him, it never really seemed to do much in the end. and the last thing he wanted was for him to feel worse.

he knew that fern wasn’t having the best time in terms of figuring out his identity, but he couldn’t help but feel like there was something more. something that he wouldn’t open up about.

he wasn’t sure how to help, but he did want to. talking about it would probably be the first step. whew, why was this kinda nerve wracking? the human collected his thoughts— synchronous to him collecting blades of grass below him, picking at them one by one.

“uh, by the way fern… are you doing okay? like… i’ve just noticed you seem pretty sad. or not sad but, i dunno, generally troubled maybe? not just today, but kinda all the times. if you don’t mind me asking, why? whats on your mind dude? you can tell me anything, you know? i’m just kinda worried.”

hm. that came out a bit more unsteady than he was hoping it would.

fern, seemingly disturbed from deeply zoning out at the endless blue above them, peered over at finn with a glimpse of annoyance on his face, to which was finn’s cue to suddenly feel guilty for even saying anything. but he figured he’d acknowledge finn’s concerns with some sort of answer.

“right. uh… i dunno. i mean i do know— but… its all just so… i doubt you would… ugh. there are a lot of reasons, finn.”

finn waited patiently for the other to continue, but after about ten long seconds passed with nothing else but a sigh from fern, he guessed that was all from him.

well! that didn’t exactly get them anywhere!

he let a few more pass as he thought about his next course of actions, now ripping up small chunks of grass as he did so.

clearly, when it came to emotions, verbal communication wasn’t exactly either of their strong points. something more to have in common, at least. so maybe trusty old physical affection would work. that was something he understood!

“if you can’t explain, would you… want a squoze? would that make you feel better?” finn languidly sat himself up, already anticipating the answer to be affirmative.

“mm… maybe.” fern figured it would at least help a little. so he followed, crawling towards finn, and leaning back against him as he got the life (oddly comfortingly) squeezed out of him.

“…yyyeah okay, it helps.” he sheepishly admitted. finn beamed at this, and remained hugging fern. after a few seconds of silence, he was going to say something, but he had to admit, it felt pretty nice to be held like this. it wasn’t often that he got any sort of physical comfort, or any comfort at all besides what finn would offer him. jake used to be the one responsible for that kind of thing…

finn’s smile faded as he heard fern sigh bitterly once more. maybe it hurt extra bad because they had some sort of twin-like emotional connection, but whatever the reason, fern being like this broke finn’s heart a little more than he would prefer. theres gotta be something that could help, right?

in his desperate mental search for solutions, suddenly a particularly interesting idea appeared in his head. but was that even still physically possible…?

he’d thought about the concept of fern being ticklish before, maybe once or twice. but usually just brushed it off, and promptly forgot about it. but being tickled used to cheer finn up all the time. what were the chances that it would work on fern as well? probably good chances!

it was an entertaining idea in theory, but how could he not have considered that maybe, if he still was, it could serve to be useful!

maybe he should try…

“hey fern, mind if i try something”

“hm? uh, yeah, sure.” he seemed to be zoning out again, absentmindedly going along with whatever finn said.

the teen tried to hold back his mischievous giggles as he squeezed ferns side. and to his surprise, he yelped and jerked away! now this just got 1000 times more interesting.

fern froze for a second, before looking back at finn in embarrassment.

“finn! what are you… don’t do that-”

finn couldn’t stop the giggles that poured out of him this time as he decided this plan was officially in action, making sure his arms were tightly wrapped around fern, effectively trapping him.

he gave fern no time to attempt an escape as he quickly started testing something, deciding to experimentally poke around his middle like he was studying a test subject.

fern choked out a sort of strangled noise, and quickly tried to bat finns hands away with his own. his attempts are pretty useless however, and once finn is satisfied with his discoveries, he wastes no time skittering his fingers against the smooth grass of fern’s tummy.

ferns willpower almost immediately breaks, letting himself burst into a fit of squeaky cackling.

although its panicked, his laugh is surprisingly bubbly. its quite the pleasant contrast from his usual tone of voice, and finn can’t help but quietly snicker along with him in amusement. when has he ever heard fern laugh like this? he isn’t sure he has!

his thoughts are cut off by fern rapidly starting to get squirmy and kicking frantically at the grass below them, digging up some dirt and weeds in the process.

“eheheheHEHE- NAHAHAHA!” he cried, quickly shaking his head back and fourth.

“aw, fern! i didn’t know you were so ticklish! i probably should’ve guessed, since i… uh, yeah. but this is honestly fun, heheh!”

“f- for yohou maybeheHEHE!! FIHIHIN!!!” he full on screamed as finn reached down to scribble at his knee on top of it all. so, seems they have the same tickle spots! that makes this a lot easier. finn cheekily noticed that he wasn’t exactly trying to get away, though.

“i dunno, it doesn’t really seem like you aren’t liking this… i bet you do!”

“nooohoho!”

“heh, you totally do man. buuut you know, thats not a bad thing! that means its helping you, right?” he momentarily let fern have a breather to think about this.

and yeah, as much as fern would like to deny it, he couldn’t ignore the warm feeling that fluttered in his chest. didn’t mean he had it in him to bring his voice up to anything louder than a mumble, though.

“hehe- uh… okay, maybe just a little.”

finn grinned at this, getting right back to work. “good! so, where does it tickle more? right there? orrr here?!”

“AH- eheHEhe wait wait, WAHAHAH PLEHEHESHE!! oh gLOB!!”

and wait he did not! fern tried not to make so many embarrassing flailing movements or squeaky noises, but honestly, when his body felt like it was melting into a tickly mush, he’s pretty sure his mind had short circuited and abandoned whatever remaining composure he once had long ago.

finn started digging his fingers into fern’s ribs (or where they would be) and giggled at how his shrieks raised an octave. he was almost smiling as much as fern at this point.

it was surprisingly gratifying watching how his brother went from visibly upset, to now laughing so hard his eyes started to prick with mirthful tears in a matter of minutes.

occasionally, finn even earned some snorts from fern (which he did not fail to tease him about) as he switched to erratically claw and poke along his sides and belly. once finn realized fern was particularly sensitive to the rougher methods, he definitely made sure to utilize that knowledge. fern never remembered being this good at tickling people when he was finn, whats the deal!

after a bit longer of this, all fern could do in his weakened state is kick about helplessly, and let out giggly pleas for finn to have mercy through his shrill shrieks and babbling. or, thats what it sounds like hes saying… sort of. its kinda hard to tell at this point.

he decided to let up after fern’s voice started getting a little too wheezy, releasing him from the chamber that was his arms.

fern immediately flopped onto the ground, curling into himself and softly giggling at the tickly feeling that lingered on him. he didn’t realize how heated his face felt until now… and also until finn scooted over to look at him, and as the cherry on top of the embarrassment cake, pointed it out.

“woah, your face is… wait! is that supposed to be blush, or something? your cheeks are covered in flowers dude! ehehe!”

fern only groaned in response, hiding his face in his hands... yet he couldn’t help the giddy smile that remained plastered on it. his body felt all light and warm, and in the back of his mind he realized this was the happiest he’s felt in a long while… or maybe even ever, as himself.

but finn’s voice cut through his train of thought before he could let himself get lost in it.

“err, you… doing okay? sorry if i went too far. i kinda tend to do that, i think. but i didn’t even know you could still be ticklish! that was probs the most i’ve ever heard you laugh, too!” fern stayed silent as he continued to gain back his energy. but finn didn’t mind.

he went to lay next to fern, probably to be able to at least read him a little better.

“…so, don’t you feel a little better? eeeeh?”

the grassy creature uncovered his face, briefly taking a moment to brush off the flowers (and a mushroom that had apparently sprouted atop his head at some point) before meeting finn’s expectant gaze. a beat of silence passed, then his eyes suddenly lit up as he appeared to come to a realization.

“huh, yeah! i actually do! …i guess i never really get to feel that carefree. i don’t think i’ve actually been able to since i was a finn… but that really distracted me from stuff, you know?” he rubbed his arm meekly, suddenly lowering his voice to almost a whisper as he picked away some stray grass blades that stuck out.

“and it was… uh, kinda fun. you know, kinda like we used to do with jake. so thanks.”

and he smiled. probably one of the most genuine smiles finns ever seen from him. of course, he returned it in full. fern’s emotions just seem to be pretty contagious that way.

finn figured he’d need to try this again, if fern ever seemed a little more gloomy than he finds acceptable. and honestly, fern wasn’t sure he’d mind that so much.

I wanted to post this poll to find out what everyone that read this wants me to write a fanfic about. Like do you want Austin Butler or Niall Horan or Cody Fern. Also if you want a fanfic based on the characters they play that I write for. (Also this poll is done in one week. Will also be sharing the results.)

Two more cards of the Tarot Deck of IO: 2. The High Priestess - Ayla (yeah, I know it says "three", i fucked up, but this is sketch) 5. The Hierophant - Tucker Whiskers

TickleTober Day 17 - Interrogation

@hexalianrebel-blackfeathers These ideas are making me so happy Panda I SWEAR! Love these two, they'd get up to so much fun mischief! I apologize for any Hobie-slang slander, I will not claim to fully understand how his speech patterns work (T.T) I tried, I hope you all Enjoy!

Lee: Pavitr

Ler: Hobie

Summary: Pavitr thinks it's a good idea to try and hide his candy stash from his friends, refusing to share. Hobie shows him just how persuasive he can be when it comes to the sweet treats.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Halloween: the all-around favorite holiday of the spider heroes. One group of teens, specifically, makes it their goal to bring in as much candy as possible. And they never shared with each other. Well, never shared willingly.

Pavitr had pulled quite the haul that year. He had managed to convince Gayatri to go with him, dressing in matching couple costumes. One pair of puppy dog eyes later, the spider teen had at least five pounds worth of candy in each bucket.

Gayatri wasn't really into the sugary stuff, letting him have her bucket. Now, Pav didn't exactly need all that candy; he had plenty of energy and joy to begin with. He'd always had a sweet tooth, however, constantly trying sugary confections and stealing treats from his friends.

Everyone knew about the Indian spider's love for sweets. Everyone knew that he had plenty to spare. He just needed some…persuasion. And nobody knew how to persuade Pavitr better than Hobie.

That year's hiding spot was one of his best; in the hollow pot of a large fake fern in his apartment. He preferred living house plants, but due to his Spider-Man work, Pav just didn't have time to take care of one. For once, his busy life had provided him some luck. Who would think to look in a plant pot?

He had just pulled a few treats from his stash when the loud, whirring sound of a portal interrupted him. The sunny teen stuffed the candy into his pockets just as a figure entered his dimension. Recognition was immediate; the clinking pins, thumping boots and lanky frame were instant tells. Hobie had come for a visit. His timing was awful…

"Oi Pav, how'd the candy run go?" If you knew Pavitr, one thing would be very clear; he was an awful liar. The boy had obvious tells, and almost never sold the bullshit he was trying to feed people. He would bite his lip, almost always crossing his arms when he lied. Just as he was doing then. “Not very well. I did not get as much as I was hoping for, already ate most of it.”

Hobie immediately knew he was lying. The story wasn’t bad, but the delivery was weak as a wet noodle. “Uh-huh, sure. Ey, mind tellin’ the truth? I’m not buyin’ that line a’ bull.” Pav cringed, knowing he was busted. Dishonesty just wasn’t his forte…

Still, he had gotten so much candy that year. He loved Hobie to death, but the sweets were corrupting him. He tried another lie. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, bro. This…this is all I seem to have left.” Pav, still trying his best to sell the obvious fib, pulled the ten or so pieces of candy from his pockets. There were a few hard candies, some chocolates, and even a wrapped piece of kaju barfi from the kindly older woman a few blocks away.

Hobie saw through the clear lie, though his friend’s commitment to the bit was admirable. “That so, yeah? Fine then. You asked for this, bruv.”

Before his spider-sense could warn him, Hobie lunged at Pavitr, picking the teen up and tossing him onto the nearby couch. Pav yelled and smacked at the taller man’s shoulder, but couldn’t really do much. Hobie got the jump on him, and he was already a bit giddy from the obscurity of it all. “Hoho- Hobie! Wait!”

“Nah, don’t think I will.” Pav had already known what was coming; the punk only got that look on his face when he played a certain brand of silliness. In seconds, his arms were webbed above his head, ten bony fingers running up and down the length of his ribs. “NYAHahaha! Hohohobie, noho tihihickles!”

Bubbly giggles quickly lit up Pavitr’s apartment, bringing a bit of life into the homey environment. Ever the tease, Hobie snickered as he continued his tickly attack. “No shit, Pav. That’s the point.”

Surprisingly, the boy could say and hear the t-word without getting flustered. It was teasy compliments that did him in. “Aww, that’s a cute laugh ya got, Pavi.” Hobie sent a few pokes to his armpits, getting a squeal in response. “Gonna tell me where the stash is yet?”

Typically, he’d have his bangles and web shooters to help him out of the mess. But it was a slow day, and Pav took every chance he could get to wear his normal, comfy clothes. The soft, loose shirt did little to protect against Hobie’s evil fingers. “Ihihihi- HEHEY! NOHOT THE TUHUHUMYHY!” He felt his cheeks heat up from the cute tease, both loving and hating the compliment.

“Hmm. Guess not.” Pavitr’s stomach had always been a weak point. He thought he’d grow out of it; over the years, however, it felt like his tum only got more sensitive. The boy drummed his feet on the couch beneath Hobie, trying to distract himself from the ticklish shocks spreading across his belly.

Hobie honestly found it cute. Pav’s careless smile, giddy and happy laughter, slight blush on his tan cheeks; it was perfect. He loved to play around with all his friends, but the shorter spider was definitely a favorite for that sort of affection. Saying he was soft for his loved ones would be spot on. He had no shame admitting that, or abusing the fact that they all loved it.

And abuse it he did. Pavitr could feel himself both melting and going crazy at the tickling. He honestly liked it when Hobie, or any of his friends, played the silly game. There was just something so…freeing in being able to laugh his cares away with a loved one. Especially Hobie. “COHOHOME OHON! IHIHI- WHYHYHY?!” If only he wasn’t being a bit mean to get information.

“Why? I just want a few of my fam’s sweets, but you apparently ain’t sharing. So I’m having a bit a’ fun. Unless, ya know, you wanna tell me where your hidin’ spot is?” He clawed at Pav’s belly, smirking at the adorable reactions. He could practically hear the boy’s thoughts, and they said he was enjoying himself. Nothing wrong with that, but Hobie was looking for info, not the usual cuteness. “Unless…you don’t really want this to stop…”

Two big squeezes to his sides came with the tease, making him squeal. Hobie wasn’t wrong…but no way he was admitting that. The webs pinning his hands were sturdy, he knew they wouldn’t break no matter how hard he tugged. That didn’t stop him from trying, though. “SH-SHUHUHUSH!”

That was when Hobie decided to be evil. The anarchist slipped his hands under Pav’s shirt, his cold rings making the boy squeak on impact. One hand started to squeeze Pavitr’s side, the other spidering its nails across his belly button region. The bubbly boy practically shrieked, a scream and a squeal combining to make one adorably frantic sound.

“HOHOHOBAHART! NOHOHO! DOHOHON’T- IHIT TIHiCKLES!” Hobie gasped dramatically, not stopping the tickles for a second. “Did you just government-name me? Oho, that’s it, ya little shit."

It was time to be very, very mean. Hobie pulled up Pavitr's loose shirt, exposing his toned stomach. Perfect. The punk wiggled his brows before taking a deep breath, blowing the biggest raspberry he could manage on Pav's poor belly. At the same time, he squeezed along the boy's sides, driving him mad with the ticklish combination.

Pav could barely function, the intense tickling immediately finishing him. "NAHAHA! IHIHI- IHI CAHAHAN'T! HOHOBIE PLEHEHEASE!" He bucked and squirmed, to get the Brit's head away from his ticklish tum.

He wasn't quite done yet, though. The punk blew a few smaller raspberries, making sure to shake his head so his lip piercing did a bit of tickling as well. Pavitr was practically in hysterics, thrashing and writhing to try and escape the tickles.

Hobie eventually gave him a breather, sitting up and admiring his work. Pav greedily gulped in air, giggling like mad as he tried to catch his breath. Why did he do this again… oh, right. The candy: he had almost forgotten about the treat stash.

"Al'igh Pavi, ya got one more chance. Where's your stash, mate?" Pavitr got one more poke to the armpit, just because he could. The giggly boy groaned, leaning his head back and scrunching his eyes shut.

He relented, not having any more energy left to resist."F-fihihine! Ihit's- it's ihin Anvi's pohohot. Now noho mohohore!"

That got an eye-roll from the punk. Anvi was the name of Pav's fake fern. Hobie took a small pocket knife from his waistband, cutting the webs and climbing off his friend.

The plant pot looked normal, save for a throw pillow propped on the bottom. Moving the pillow aside, Hobie found a hole in the ceramic. There, right inside, were two big buckets of candy. "Damn, Pav. Cleaned 'em out, didn' ya?"

Taking one of the buckets, Hobie replaced the pillow and walked back over to the couch. At that point, Pavitr was sitting up, his breathing returning to normal. The blush on his cheeks was very visible, but other than that, he seemed to have calmed down.

Cute… Hobie set the bucket between them, grabbing the first chocolate off the top, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth. Pav followed suit, though he didn't pass up the chance to poke Hobie's side. The punk just chuckled, tossing an empty sweets wrapper at his head.

Totally worth it…

Just some random pseudo-norse syllables

Perhaps just take two random syllables to create a nordic/scandinavian inspired name. Serndul, Binfern, Varslyn...

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Adventure time is one of my favorite shows and it deserves some tickle headcanons so here have some. Also half of it is Fern because I love him and he deserves good things

Take a look at Jake's powers and older brother status and just try to tell me that he wouldn't be the absolute meanest tickle monster.

There are many ways it could play out but one of his favorites is to just get real big and pick Finn up like a beetle.

Just remembered that it's canon via a comic that Finn is super ticklish behind his knees. And that Jake was the one who knew about it. He's definitely abused that fact before. Hell, he probably discovered it.

Finn's definitely the kind of person to get all cocky and confident and dares people to fight him until he starts getting the inclination that he might lose and suddenly he disolves into nervous giggles and bargaining like "hey hey wait I was just messing around come on man wait leT'S TALK ABOUT THIS"

His whole body is a callus but that Does Not protect him.

His main spots are the backs of his knees and his tummy.

His neck is a pretty good spot too, albeit a little hard to get to what with the thick animal hat. It's worth is though because dude will straight up convulse.

He's ridiculously squirmy. Holding him down in some way is basically necessary unless the ler wants a bloody nose or a black eye.

His laugh goes all over the place but for the most part its either bouncy giggles or screams and there's very little in between.

Wait until people find out Fern is just as ticklish.

He's much more sensitive to rougher tickling, like jabs and drilling and poking etc, while Finn's equally sensitive to rough and gentle tickling.

He has the same spots as Finn for the most part, but he's significantly less ticklish on the backs of his knees for whatever reason. He's also particularly ticklish on his back, specifically the area where his lower ribs would be if he had them.

Also unlike Finn, who has the tendency to lash out with reckless abandon, Fern is much more likely to curl up and try to block everything out, occasionally rolling or kicking.

Finn was the one to discover it, of course.

The two were hanging out one day, one thing led to another, and Finn ended up lightly jabbing Fern's side, eliciting a strangled sort of noise that Finn immediately recognized. Fern was a little confused at first (what with most of his memories being fuzzy, half-baked carry overs), but when he saw Finn giving him the LookTM things started coming back real quick.

Fern's laugh is bouncy and giggly like Finn's but somehow squeakier. When he's got good he suffers complete loss of volume control.

Halfway through tickling him Finn hits him with the "I used to actually like this as a kid (and I definitely don't anymore definitely not) so maybe you do to haha" which deals 10 psychic damage and makes Fern discover things about himself he never expected to know

He also sprouts a lot of little flowers and mushrooms when he's tickled because 1) Fern's blush being flowers is a galaxy brain idea and I'm stealing it and 2) we just went over this he likes it and it makes him happy and I hc that sprouting flowers and mushrooms is a sign of happiness and contentment.

So yeah it's kind of hard to hide that he enjoys the experience with his plant body betraying him like that.

Ok ive caught up with campaign 3 (ep 10) and I need to put out some content so here we go.

Headcannons

Obviously spoilers for campaign 3

Fern: she definitely has some major ler vibes. Teasy. Has and will let mister wreck people. Very nonchalant and will continue her conversation while wrecking someone. She's not too terribly ticklish herself and if the question arrives she just says "oh, me? Not really, but your welcome to try." She might give a fake laugh and go "I'm sorry, I'm really trying here." She will go after Orym, Dorian, Ashton, and Imogen.

Orym: he's doesn't really get too involved in that kinda things and can definitely get away if a tickle fight breaks out, you have to really catch him off guard to break him. His laugh is panicky at first, then you get a stream of light bubbly giggles. If provoked enough, might give a quick squeeze to someone's side just so they let go. Normal lers are Fern, Ashton, and sometimes Imogen.

Dorian: such a sweet lee. Very flustered and gets very embarrassed. He will cover his face because of his blush. 'No's and 'please's and 'wait's will coat his laughter, though he will never try and get away. His laughter is always higher pitched but if he's extra embarrassed, it becomes sqeaky. I'm not sure he has a ler bone in his body, unless it's to provoke someone. Normal ler are Fern, Ashton, F.C.G., Imogen, and Laudna.

Ashton: tough guy Lee but a Nasty ler. Is the type to say "what I'm not ticklish!" And Will wrestle your hands away. If he's annoyed enough he go "that's it" and wrestle the person down and ruthlessly tickle them. When he's tickled tho he curses like a sailor. Typically lers are Laudna, Fern, (and sometimes F.C.G.) his Lee's are Dorian, Imogen, Oryn,

F.C.G. : not ticklish, and didn't really know what tickling even was until the group. Definitely will say "well ya know what they say... laughter is the best medicine" not a great ler. Though if he is helping someone wreck someone else he will end it off with "smiley day". He in his free time trying to make a tickle attachment . He will go up and ask anyone if he can tickle them.

Imogen: very ticklish, but she's a very teasy ler. Gets into people's tickled thoughts. Will say "stop? Oh I know you don't really mean that." She kinda likes being tickled because her brain turns into jelly and it's peaceful. But she won't really admit that. When she's the one tickling, watch out. Super playful and loving ler. Her Lee's are Dorian, Ashton and sometimes laudna. Her lers are Ashton, fern, laudna,

Laudna: not that ticklish (being dead and all) but does feel lighter touches. She's a ruthless ler, and will call her victims her little puppets. Her longer fingernails are perfect for scribbling ribs and stomach. I feels she's a big fan of doing tickly hugs, or just spidering. Her Lee's are Imogen, Dorian, Ashton, and Orym.

(Bertrand: was the kind to prod ribs for emphasis, but not really ticklish himself.)

(Chetney: he's not a big fan of anyone getting into his space, so if anyone touches him he'll just shout "haven't you ever heard of personal space! Jeez, kids these days!")

Dodde: she smiles

Fern: Lers play hide and seek!

Medienkonsum Mai bis Juli 2021

Ich füh­re die Rubrik „Medi­en­kon­sum“ in loser und abge­speck­ter Ver­si­on wie­der ein. Eige­ne Blog­ein­trä­ge für alles, was ich so gele­sen, gese­hen und gehört habe, das schaf­fe ich nicht. Es bleibt lie­gen und irgend­wann habe ich die Hälf­te ver­ges­sen. Des­halb jetzt auf die­se Weise.

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📘 Ali­ce Has­ters: Was wei­ße Men­schen nicht über Ras­sis­mus hören wol­len ⭐⭐⭐⭐ — Das ist natür­lich ein gutes Buch, weil noch immer viel zu weni­ge Men­schen wis­sen, wie es ist, Ras­sis­mus zu erfah­ren. Weil das immer noch zu oft klein­ge­re­det wird und Men­schen, die nicht der ver­meint­li­chen Norm ent­spre­chen, kein Gehör fin­den. Wie gut, dass Ali­ce Has­ters gehört wird!

📘 Mai Thi Nguyen-Kim: Die kleins­te gemein­sa­me Wirk­lich­keit ⭐⭐⭐ — Ein sehr löb­li­cher Ver­such ist das von Mai­Lab-Mai, Men­schen nicht nur Antwort(optionen) auf eini­ge viel dis­ku­tier­te Fra­gen zu lie­fern, son­dern das auch noch wis­sen­schaft­lich zu erklä­ren. Da ste­cken viel Sta­tis­tik und wis­sen­schaft­li­che Metho­den drin. Das macht das Buch zwar lehr­reich, aber nicht unbe­dingt flüs­sig les­bar; auch wenn die Autorin sich alle Mühe gibt, locker, manch­mal zu locker zu schreiben.

📘 Eli­sa­beth Stein­kell­ner, Anna Gusel­la (Illus­tr.): Papier­kla­vier ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ — Ein so wun­der­ba­res Buch, schein­bar direkt aus dem Leben einer Sech­zehn­jäh­ri­gen, ver­gol­det mit den per­fekt dazu pas­sen­den Illus­tra­tio­nen von Anna Gus­al­la. Dan­ke, Bischofs­kon­fe­renz, dass ihr uns nicht nur gezeigt habt, wie der Streisand-Effekt funk­tio­niert, son­dern auch ein ehr­li­ches Dan­ke, weil mir ohne die­se hin­ter­wäld­le­ri­sche Reak­ti­on ein High­light des Jah­res 2021 ent­gan­gen wäre.

📘 Marc-Uwe Kling: Qua­li­ty­Land 2.0 ⭐⭐⭐ — Ich habe an dem Buch fast genau ein hal­bes Jahr gele­sen. Das liegt nicht am Buch selbst, son­dern an dem Umstand, dass ich pro Sei­te zwei Aben­de brauch­te, denn es war mein Ein­schlaf­buch und ich habe ein gro­ßes Schlaf­de­fi­zit. Die­se Lese­um­stän­de ver­dar­ben ein wenig das Werk, wofür es erst ein­mal nichts kann. Davon abge­se­hen bleibt trotz­dem eine typi­sche zwei­te Fol­ge einer Tri­lo­gie: Kann qua­li­ta­tiv nicht an den Erst­ling anknüp­fen und darf noch nicht das gro­ße Fina­le sein. Ver­pas­sen soll­te man einen Kling natür­lich trotz­dem niemals.

📘 Kath­rin Pas­sig: Je Türen­knall, des­to wie­der­komm: Alle Kolum­nen 2020 ⭐⭐⭐⭐ — Wie immer bei Kath­rin tol­le Denk­an­stö­ße und klu­ge Gedan­ken. Ver­mut­lich ist es aber auf­grund man­cher zeit­li­cher Ver­bun­den­heit sinn­vol­ler, die Kolum­nen nahe am Ent­ste­hungs­zeit­punkt zu lesen.

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📺 The Expan­se (Staf­feln 4, 5) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ — Immer noch die bes­te Sci-Fi-Serie zur­zeit. Ansons­ten ver­wei­se ich ein­fach auf mein Review von Staf­fel 1, das gilt so noch immer.

🎞 Tenet ⭐⭐ — Dem Film hilft nicht, dass er sich kei­ne Zeit nimmt, Din­ge zu erklä­ren. In etwas mehr als zwei Stun­den wird da Stoff rein­ge­quetscht, wor­aus man heu­te eigent­lich eine Serie über drei Staf­feln machen wür­de. Und des­halb kommt man kaum mit und ver­steht nur die Hälf­te. Wer auf Hollywood-Action inklu­si­ve Gewalt, Mili­tär, Flug­zeug­ex­plo­sio­nen und Ver­fol­gungs­jag­den steht, kommt aller­dings auch ohne Sto­ry auf den Geschmack.

🎞 Wai­t­ing for the Bar­ba­ri­ans ⭐⭐⭐ — Gut gemach­te Kino­un­ter­hal­tung mit her­vor­ra­gen­der Beset­zung, tol­len Bil­dern und pas­sen­der Musik sowie einer bedrü­cken­den Geschich­te, die ihre Län­gen hat, aber ver­mut­lich auch in die­ser Brei­te erzählt wer­den muss, um die­se Ein­drück­lich­keit zu entwickeln.

🎞 Das Puber­tier - der Film ⭐ — Es ist schon lan­ge her, dass wir einen Film abge­bro­chen haben, aber es ging ein­fach nicht mehr. Die Null-Handlung soll beson­ders wit­zig sein, ist aber kom­plett drü­ber. Der Film wirkt wie eine Par­odie auf eine Hau-drauf-Komödie. Er wäre sogar in den Neun­zi­gern wegen über­trie­be­ner Ver­su­che, wit­zig zu sein, durch­ge­fal­len. Das mag was heißen.

Gehört

🎧 Cui Bono: WTF hap­pen­ed to Ken Jeb­sen? ⭐⭐⭐ — Die Podcast-Serie ist inter­es­sant, sie zeich­net den Irr­weg von Jeb­sen gut nach und damit auch einen Wan­del in Tei­len der Gesell­schaft. Kann man also gut anhö­ren, auch wenn ich den Pod­cast ein klei­nes biss­chen über­pro­du­ziert fin­de, ein biss­chen zu viel Effekt, der über­tün­chen soll, dass nur über jeman­den gere­det wird durch Leu­te, die weit weg von ihm sind.

🎧 Wild Wild Web - Die Kim Dot­com Sto­ry ⭐⭐⭐⭐ — Auch die­ser Pod­cast ist von einem öffentlich-rechtlichen Sen­der und redet auch nur über eine Per­son, die sich nicht selbst äußert. Die­ser Pod­cast hat aber einen Bonus, denn er beschreibt anhand der Kim-Dotcom-Story auch die Ent­wick­lung des Inter­nets, ich hat­te also vie­le Ach-damals!-Erlebnisse. Ich fin­de ihn auch bes­ser pro­du­ziert, weni­ger selbst­be­zo­gen, mehr an dem The­ma inter­es­siert. Eine kla­re Empfehlung.

Legen­de: ⭐ Nicht mein Geschmack, abge­bro­chen ⭐⭐ Immer­hin durch­ge­hal­ten ⭐⭐⭐ Gute Unter­hal­tung ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Fan­tas­ti­sches Werk ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Außer­ge­wöhn­li­che Spitzenklasse

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The cute almost pastels and the crime against humanity

« Resenha "Beleza Perdida" | @amy.harmon2 | @veruseditora » ㅤ Primeiramente, como esse livro não pode ser favorito? Porque ele realmente retrata a perda, o sofrimento, a paixão, a amizade, a tristeza, superação e principalmente lição em cada um dos capítulos. (Aviso que li esse livro sem ler a sinopse e tudo que eu li nele pra mim foi uma enorme surpresa 😂) ㅤ É uma releitura de A Bela e a Fera, fala da beleza que pode ser mostrada de várias maneiras, além da beleza física. E que mesmo tendo essa beleza, ela não pode ser superior ao jeito que como você é por dentro, um ser humano podre que faz o mal para quem está perto dele. ㅤ Bailey, é o personagem que eu mais vi sorrir, se divertir, e viver com a verdade sobre a doença que ele possuía, e o que poderia fazer com ele, o que fez com ele e continuar sendo que ele sempre foi, um garoto divertido, amado e incrível. ㅤ Ambrose, um homem lindo em todos os aspectos, dos longos fios de cabelos até o dedão do pé. Alto - muito alto-, lindo, invejável, dono de uma voz maravilhosa, olhos escuros misteriosos, que era bom em tudo que fazia. Sinceramente, um personagem lindo, que teve seus maus bocados na história, superações e continuar a viver mesmo com as escolhas erradas. ㅤ Fern, é uma personagem muito inteligente que gostava de citar Shakespeare, ama a Nora Roberts e de escrever histórias. Dona de cabelos ruivos cacheados, e apaixonada por um garoto desde a infância. ㅤ Bom, o que tenho a dizer é que, a história fala de vários tipos de perdas (perda coletiva, perda individual, perda de beleza, perda de vidas, perda de identidade). Sim, é um livro quefala de cincos meninos que foram para a guerra e apenas um retorna, então preparem os lencinhos porque tem choro pela frente. Não vou mentir, porque chorei sim, mas mesmo assim, o livro foi lindo e tocou meu coração. Porque principalmente por Bailey ser uma pessoa que dá uma bela lição de vida nesse livro. ㅤ #elidaresenhando (em Bahia)

✨ Stuff I’m trying to finish soon! ✨

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off/vs The World

Lee Scott ~ Ler Ramona fic

Lee Wallace ~ Ler Scott fic

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Hey Arnold!

Lee Arnold ~ Lers Stinky & Sid drabble

Lee Arnold ~ Ler Helga fic

Arnold & Gerald tickle hcs

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Luca

Switches Luca & Alberto drabble

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Mutant Mayhem

Lee Leo ~ Lers Mikey, Raph & Donnie fic

Lee Leo ~ Ler April fic

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Adventure Time

Lee Fern ~ Ler Finn fic

Die Mau­er muss hin!

Rede zur Lage der Na­ti­on –  die glei­che alte po­la­ri­sie­ren­de Dem­ago­gie

Da Prä­si­dent Trump ge­zwun­ge­ner­ma­ßen sei­ne Rede zur Lage der Na­ti­on ver­schie­ben muss­te – we­gen des von ihm ver­ur­sach­ten „Shut­down“, also der zeit­wei­sen Schlie­ßung der Re­gie­rung und Be­hör­den, hat­te er ja nun mehr Vor­be­rei­tungs­zeit eine Rede ab­zu­lie­fern die in­halt­lich zu Über­zeu­gen ver­mag.

Aber es kam na­tür­lich wie es kom­men muss­te. Sei­ne Rede zeig­te durch­aus eine ge­wis­se Aus­dau­er und auch fast eine ge­wis­se Elo­quenz. In­halt­lich leg­te Mr. Trump lei­der nur ei­nen dün­ne Lay­er der „Ein­heits­wün­sche“ und der über­par­tei­li­che Zu­sam­men­ar­beit über die alte po­la­ri­sie­ren­den Dem­ago­gie, die sich wie ein ro­ter Fa­den seit sei­nen Wahl­kampf­ta­gen durch sei­ne bis­he­ri­ge Amts­zeit zieht.

„Wir kön­nen alte Spal­tun­gen über­brü­cken, alte Wun­den hei­len, neue Ko­ali­tio­nen bil­den, neue Lö­sun­gen schmie­den“, er­klär­te Trump. Wenn dies wirk­lich sei­ne Zie­le wä­ren, hät­te er sich ver­bind­lich ver­pflich­tet, kei­nen fal­schen Not­stand zu er­klä­ren, um sei­ne Mau­er ge­gen die Wün­sche des Kon­gres­ses zu bau­en. Er hät­te nicht wie­der die Angst­keu­le mit fal­schen Be­haup­tun­gen ge­schwun­gen und von ei­nem „ge­wal­ti­gen An­sturms“ il­le­ga­ler Ein­wan­de­rer ge­spro­chen, von über­füll­ten Schu­hen und Kran­ken­häu­sern. Vor al­lem aber nicht ab­sur­de und ner­vös klin­gen­de Be­haup­tung auf­ge­stellt, dass „lä­cher­li­che Er­mitt­lun­gen“ den Wohl­stand und die Si­cher­heit der USA ge­fähr­den. Zu deut­lich wur­de da­durch sein Wunsch man möge nicht wei­ter ge­gen ihn er­mit­teln.

Do­nald Trump be­grüß­te die Leis­tung sei­ner Prä­si­dent­schaft, die Re­form der Straf­jus­tiz. Er er­wähn­te auch Be­rei­che „mög­li­cher künf­ti­ger“ par­tei­über­grei­fen­der Ver­ein­ba­run­gen, wie etwa In­ves­ti­tio­nen in die Stra­ßen, Schie­nen und Flug­hä­fen des Lan­des und die Sen­kung der Prei­se für ver­schrei­bungs­pflich­ti­ge Me­di­ka­men­te. Aber selbst in die­sen Be­rei­chen wird es kaum ei­nen Fort­schritt ge­ben ohne ernst­haf­te Ge­set­zes­än­de­run­gen und deut­li­chen Kom­pro­mis­se bei­den La­ger. Bei Fra­gen wie der Fi­nan­zie­rung ei­nes In­fra­struk­tur­pa­kets be­ste­hen ex­trem gro­ße Lü­cken und Un­ei­nig­keit. Der un­ein­heit­li­che Ver­hand­lungs­stil von Herrn Trump, Un­kennt­nis der De­tails, kur­ze Auf­merk­sam­keits­span­ne und ma­xi­ma­lis­ti­sche For­de­run­gen ma­chen ei­nen sol­chen Kom­pro­miss na­he­zu un­mög­lich. Hier wur­de wie­der deut­lich, dass wer mit Trump „zu­sam­men­ar­bei­ten“ will muss es zu sei­nen Kon­di­tio­nen und An­for­de­run­gen tun – sich beu­gen. Wenn es in die­sem von den De­mo­kra­ten kon­trol­lier­ten Kon­gress zu von bei­den Par­tei­en ge­tra­ge­nen Be­schlüs­sen und Ver­än­de­run­gen kom­men soll, muss jede Leis­tung von bei­den Par­tei­en ge­tra­gen wer­den. Ob aber nun Trump über­haupt zu Zu­ge­ständ­nis­sen, Kom­pro­mis­sen und po­li­tisch Ver­hand­lun­gen fä­hig ist bleibt ab­zu­war­ten – sei­ne bis­he­ri­ge Amts­zeit lässt in die­sem Punkt je­doch gro­ße Zwei­fel auf­kom­men.

Tat­säch­lich hat die Rede be­tont, dass der Ge­setz­ge­ber das Vor­recht des Kon­gres­ses in Be­zug auf Han­del, Au­ßen­po­li­tik und an­de­re Schlüs­selthe­men von ei­nem im­pul­si­ven, ziel­lo­sen Prä­si­den­ten zu­rück­for­dern muss. Zu sei­nen un­be­grün­de­ten Be­haup­tun­gen ge­hör­te auch sein Be­har­ren dar­auf, dass das nord­ame­ri­ka­ni­sche Frei­han­dels­ab­kom­men eine „Ka­ta­stro­phe“ sei, dass die Ver­ei­nig­ten Staa­ten sich in ei­nem „gro­ßen Krieg“ mit Nord­ko­rea be­fän­den, wenn er nicht ge­wählt wor­den wäre, und dass Ve­ne­zue­las Zu­sam­men­bruch zeigt, war­um die Ame­ri­ka­ner „Stim­men für ei­nen US-So­zia­lis­mus“ ka­te­go­risch zu­rück­wei­sen“ müs­sen.

Man soll­te dar­auf drän­gen, dass der Prä­si­dent nicht wei­ter die na­tio­na­le Si­cher­heit als Vor­wand be­nutzt, um Han­dels­hemm­nis­se zu er­hö­hen. Über­par­tei­lich soll­ten die For­de­run­gen an den Prä­si­den­ten nach Un­ter­stüt­zung für de­mo­kra­ti­sche Wer­te und Men­schen­rech­te sein, Überg­rif­fen au­to­ri­tä­rer Staa­ten stand­zu­hal­ten, tra­di­tio­nel­le Al­li­an­zen zu ver­tei­di­gen und ge­gen ei­nem vor­zei­ti­gen und has­ti­gen Rück­zug aus dem Kampf ge­gen den Ter­ro­ris­mus in Af­gha­nis­tan und im Na­hen Os­ten.

Der Kon­gress könn­te auch ver­su­chen, bei den größ­ten Her­aus­for­de­run­gen der Na­ti­on vor­an­zu­kom­men, die Mr. Trump in sei­ner Rede wie in sei­ner Re­gie­rungs­füh­rung ver­nach­läs­sig­te. Er er­wähn­te den Kli­ma­wan­del nicht, auch wenn die Aus­sich­ten des Pla­ne­ten im­mer alar­mie­ren­der wer­den. Er sag­te nichts über die wach­sen­de Un­gleich­heit des Wohl­stands, was sei­ne Steu­er­re­form noch ver­schlim­mer­te. Er dis­ku­tier­te auch nicht über die rasch stei­gen­de Schul­den­last des Lan­des, die sich auch wäh­rend sei­ne Re­gie­rungs­zeit ver­schlech­tert hat.

Ob dies un­ter dem Strich wirk­lich eine Rede zu Lage der Na­ti­on ist bleibt zwei­fel­haft. Ein Prä­si­dent der sich aus­schließt von jeg­li­cher Zu­sam­men­ar­beit mit sei­nen ei­ge­nen Ge­heim­diens­ten, Be­hör­den und Mit­ar­bei­tern, ein Prä­si­dent der kaum je­man­den im ei­ge­nen Um­feld zu ver­trau­en scheint, der ein nie da­ge­le­ge­nes „Hire and Fire“ selbst in Schlüs­sel­po­si­tio­nen sei­ner Ad­mi­nis­tra­ti­on ein­ge­führt hat und dem Fox & Fri­ends nach ein­zi­ge Nach­rich­ten­quel­le völ­lig ge­nügt – bei so ei­nem Prä­si­den­ten darf man sich fra­gen, ob er die Lage sei­ner Na­ti­on über­haupt kennt.

Sei­ne Rede auf ei­nen Satz ge­bracht:

Die Mau­er muss hin, Er­mitt­lun­gen ge­gen Trump müs­sen weg – der Rest ist nicht wich­tig.