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misc-obeyme · 6 months

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Lesson 37 spoilers below - it's screenshot heavy again because OH BOY we had a lot going on this time too. I took almost 100 screenshots lol. But don't worry, I narrowed it down... uh but there are still a lot so I apologize for that.

I do believe I said in my last post that if they were going to go full Dante, they would bury Lucifer in ice.

I only said that because I WAS NOT EXPECTING THEM TO GO FULL DANTE.

Now listen, it's been a long time since I've read the Divine Comedy, so there may be a lot more references that I am missing. I can tell you that the four circles or sections or whatever that Simeon named for us are from Dante. That right there is straight from Dante's Inferno, along with their names and who they're supposed to punish. I don't really feel like any of this has much relevance except that they used it as a backdrop and to create reasons for us to lose most of the people who came to help us as we went.

And truly the lore was fascinating in general, but there are a couple of specific pieces about this that made me go EXCUSE YOU.

It's the Celestial Realm again, guys. Cocytus is part of their domain. And the last area is for those who betrayed "him" as they so eloquently put it lol. Both Mammon and Lucifer are considered traitors in this regard, but I kind of suspect that if the rest of the bros made it to that level, they would've had a similar experience.

Anyway, I was pissed. I was like Diavolo in the hard lesson.

Right, so let's talk Mephistopheles. I'm not familiar enough with the legend of Faust or its variations to know if the way they described his special power is based on that. However, I highly suspect it is at least somewhat inspired by it. Considering making a deal with the devil is what that story is all about.

But aside from all that - I LOVE HIM OH NO.

WHAT. This guy... all this time I thought he was really stuck up. And like I kinda get it, considering how he was supposed to be Diavolo's right hand man and everything. But he's straight up saying that he underestimated them. He seems to have no problem saying yeah, turns out I was wrong and you guys impressed me. So don't go around giving up now. AND he says they learned it from Lucifer? Like... he gets them. He understands them. And I was not expecting that at all. He keeps surprising me and I'm loving it.

Welcome to my life, Mephi.

It's pointless to resist.

I'm telling you, this is just how it always goes.

BUT OH! I'm not gonna lie, this made me feel something. All the brothers usually say such nice things to me, but this guy is basically like ARE YOU STUPID? And I love it?!?!? Augh I'm sorry I didn't give you a chance before, sir.

Okay, now let's talk Solomon being the hot old grandpa that he is. I SWEAR every time he shows up lately it's been making me more insane about him.

WE SUMMONED HIM. We needed him in Cocytus and he wasn't there, so we straight up SUMMONED HIM. We couldn't do it without Mammon giving us his power 'cause our magic is weak, but STILL!?!?

I think Simeon referred to it as teleporting, but really it was the same as summoning him. I think the words were even the summoning spell words.

If this was actually me we were talking about, I would start doing it ALL THE TIME. Consider yourself on call, old man.

And then we got this excellent exchange:

Not only am I always here for big bro Mammon getting protective, but Solomon bringing it right back was also great.

Okay, now let's talk about Raphael and Simeon.

Do you think we're dealing with Michael disguised as Raphael again? For some reason I don't think so, but... at this point, it's like how do you tell? I'm going to talk about it with the assumption that it's actually Raphael and not Michael.

Simeon during this part gave me chills. Because when Raphael showed up and spoke the punishment or whatever and Luke was about to protest, Simeon silenced him. Simeon wouldn't let Luke protest because he knew that wouldn't be good for our baby boy. Simeon was prepared to take the fall instead. And he wasn't about to just let things stand.

I can't accept it. I swear, Simeon's character is far more complex than anyone gives him credit for. He doesn't get anywhere near the amount of appreciation he deserves. I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT IT.

Right, but back to Raphael.

Baby. He's crying. He was just delivering the ultimatum, the decision about the brothers' punishment, and he was crying. I was so surprised, it was so soft and sad and I wanted to hug him. And look at Simeon's frown. AND THEN

EVEN LUCIFER. This man is chained up in some ice and he still sees how Raphael is struggling and feels sorry for him. (Like maybe he's been there before himself...)

This is why I think it really is Raphael. Because this feels like such a significant revelation of his character, I think it'd be a disservice to him if we found out later it wasn't him at all. So I'm hoping it's still him.

Now. Let's talk about Diavolo. I'm pretty sure this was in the hard lesson, so be aware of that!

He is so pissed. I don't think I've ever seen Diavolo quite like this. Worried, sometimes serious, but angry? Like to the point where he thinks he might lose control? I don't think that's happened, has it?

AND BARB. His reaction is so interesting! At first he has this look of surprise, but then LOOK AT THAT SMILE. Here's Dia being like, I need you to stop me, but you can't tell me that smile on Barb's face belongs to anyone who's going to stop anyone. He looks like he's looking forward to it. I love him so much it's stupid. (Also I think Barbatos is just as much of a menace as Solomon is, he's just better at hiding it. Where do you think Sol gets it from??)

And of course the lesson ended with Lucifer BREAKING THROUGH HIS CHAINS. Ugh another cliffhanger.

In general, I really loved the brotherly affection that was running amok in this chapter. They were annoying each other and protecting each other and sacrificing for each other and it was all amazing. They banded together because they care so much about Lucifer, there's no way they would leave him to his fate.

And once again, the Celestial Realm is to blame. I think it makes sense that they're doing this. Before, they said that the seven brothers assuming positions of power in the Devildom meant that the power balance between the Devildom and the Celestial Realm was out of whack. That's why they wanted the brothers back. But the brothers wouldn't come back.

And while the Celestial Realm threatened war, they didn't do that, either.

Do you think perhaps the Celestial Realm collaborated with the House of Lords to get Lucifer trapped in Cocytus? The House of Lords controlled the train where everything went down. The Celestial Realm controls Cocytus. They probably knew that Lucifer's brothers would try to rescue him and counted on them getting trapped in the ice, too.

But perhaps they weren't expecting any interference from Mephisto or Simeon. They had to be expecting MC, I would think. Maybe they underestimated MC because they're human? And maybe they thought Diavolo would just accept it? (If so they are duuuuumb lol.)

Okay just a couple more screenshots because they made me laugh.

PLEASE. I love their dynamic SO MUCH.

Hmm. Is that a threat, Barb? 'Cause uh... you can casually threaten me with that slight smile any time I MEAN yeah, you tell 'em.

I cackled about what do you mean "ahaha" like I can't believe Levi actually said that out loud lol.

Cheer up, Belphie. Let Asmo live the otome dream, won't you?

Okay, okay, I'm done. Overall, I quite enjoyed this chapter, but I'm still sensing more drama, probably until the end of the season, honestly.

You think Nightbringer will make an appearance before it's over? It's almost like I forgot this whole new app was made to tell a story about him. He's just been mostly MIA. UNLESS someone else has been him in disguise all along...

Nope. No. I refuse to get into theorizing, this post is already too long.

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darlingsfandom · 8 months

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jealous dd/lg one shot with lenny miller , ur first one was so good im obsessed with it now

I'm on it! Since reader was jealous last time... it's Lenny's turn !

"Come on darling we're going to be late!" Lenny yelled from the front door as you came down the stairs in a dark red dress that hugged you perfectly. You put on the heart locket that he gave you for your anniversary last week as you grabbed your coat from the hook and followed him out to the car that was waiting for you two. Truth be told you hated these CIA fundraisers because it was just a bunch of old men retelling the same stories over and over again while they get drunk and laugh too loudly, but you did it for Lenny .

You two sat in silence until you got there. He helped you take off your coat and put it in the closet. Your arm wrapped around his tightly as you made your way into the ballroom where everyone else had already been mingling and drinking. You held onto to Lenny not only because he was comforting and that you loved him because he also wanted people to know that you're his! Sure it seemed odd to most people that Lenny was with you since you're half his age but that didn't matter to either of you. You were his baby that he loved and cared for.

"I'll be back darling, I need to use the restroom." Lenny whispered into your ear and kissed your cheek before he headed off. While he was gone you stood there awkwardly because you could feel everyone's eyes on you. You played with the locket until you were approached by a man who was even older than Lenny, could be his grandpa!

"How do you do pretty girl?" His lips curled into what was supposed to be a smirk but came off creepy along with slurred words. You stepped backwards away from him until your back was against the wall. "You know it's rude not to answer ?" Your lips parted slightly to speak but no words came out.

"And you know it's rude to flirt with my date?" Lenny cleared his throat catching the man off gaurd.

"Sorry Lenny, didn't realize this beauty queen was your girl!" He threw his hands up and backed away. Lenny turned to face you before he grabbed your arm and pulled you down the hall into the coat closet.

Both of you stood in silence before Lenny pushed you against the wall. "You're mine! Do you understand that? You are mine!! Wearing this slutty dress, showing off your cleavage to everyone here! Better show them who you belong too!" Lenny leaned in and kissed your red raspberry lips as his hands gripped onto your hips. His tongue forced its way into your mouth making you whimper quietly. His mouth moved down your neck making sure to bite all the way down and sucking the bite marks for different amounts of times to make sure they were different shades of purple. He peppered them along your breasts making sure teeth marks were present as well. To most, Lenny was well respected but that was going to change once those bruises appeared on your soft skin.

Your thighs shook a little as he pulled your tits out of your dress so he could suck your nipples. Soft moans left your lips as Lenny's fingers trailed under your dress. He wanted everyone to know you're his! Lenny undid his pants and dropped them around his ankles.

"Who's cock is this baby?" He stroked himself softly as you dropped onto your knees. He tapped the head is his cock against your mouth as you opened it up. "Tell me baby, who's cock are sucking?" He patted your head .

"Yours daddy! Daddy has the biggest cock ever and it's all mine!" You smiled ear to ear up at him before wrapping your lips around the head. You hallowed out your cheeks and relaxed your throat so you could take him all the way down while you sat on your knees. Your eyes watered a bit as he was holding your head in his hands to make sure his cock went down nice and deep. Drool spilled from your chin onto your bruised breasts . You were such a pretty sight and Lenny was close.

"Be a good girl for daddy! Take all of my cum!" His thrusts we're getting sloppy as you reached up and cupped his balls to rub them while he pulled your face closer until your nose was shoved against his salt and pepper pubes. You were inhaling his scent as you processed that Lenny was cumming down your throat as you took in his scent. He was groaning your name before he pulled out and looked at you with a satisfied smile. Lenny got you back on your feet , pulled up his pants and exams you. Your lips were swollen, breasts covered in slobber and bruises, you were a mess and it was obvious to everyone when both you and Lenny walked out the closet with giant grins on your faces.

#cillian murhpy #cillian murphy smut #lenny miller #Lenny Miller smut #jealous Lenny #Lenny Miller x you #cillian murphy x reader #emsblurbs

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youlooklikeasixtiesqueen · 4 days

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here are all my thoughts and notes from purcon!! not formatted for tumblr but readable!!!

Day 1:

Opening:

everyone was so happy to be there, and so shocked how many people were there!!! 2500!!!

they showed vids before bringing everyone on stage and continued that throughout the panels. it's a cute touch

Misha auto:

he smiled and i got shaky knees and giggled like a 12 year old with a crush

jensen was at the table next to him!!

very quick but there was a huge line

he signed my book!!

i said "hi misha" and he said hi back

he looked at my destiel shirt and smiled :)

Ty & DJ:

started by telling us thank you for the congrats on their engagement

you can see how much they love each other!!! no pda but the way they look at each other!!

plus they both said multiple times that meeting each other was the best thing that happened

dj has been obsessed with eastenders since the 90s, never missed an episode

ty told everyone not to smoke cigarettes

dj had a glass of wine (it was 1pm)

left 5 mins early to get the Darius auto

Meeting Darius:

so nice and kind!! gentle vibes, literally what you would expect from misha's best friend

i was 2nd in line out of four people

four people in the autograph group so he talked to us all for about 15 minutes as a group

he signed his name on the picture, then asked if misha was going to sign it as well. i said no so he asked if he could sign misha's name for him and we all laughed and i said yes and it literally looks like misha wrote it

he told us him and misha have a competition to see who can bring the other person to a bigger event - darius took misha to the oscars, misha took darius to meet zelensky, but now darius got invited to meet the pope!!

talked to us a bit about filmmaking and how the picture aspect is basically the same throughout film history, but sound changes every week

it took 26 weeks in post for the sound of metal to get the sound right

he's friends with emilia clarke??? and said that she was so upset over the got ending because so many babies have her character's name

he felt the spn ending was rushed

sooooo handsome in person and the nicest voice

darius is getting austrian citizenship bc his grandma was from austria but she had to flee

Mark:

only saw the last bit but he was of course wandering the crowd

talked a lot about mental health and how we're not alone

said the best place to have a panic attack is a spn convention

Sachin & Osric:

fun!! not that interesting but fun!!

sachin just learned about destiel. like minutes before the panel started

talked about being poc in the industry and how much better it has gotten

Jared:

it was fine but again not interesting

talked about pranks

talked about maybe being on the boys

talked about mental health

Misha & Jensen:

an hour late bc they made jensen do photos :(

they played the confession right before they walked on stage???

question queue was very long, they took about five or six not so great questions

someone asked what their fave gym equipment is (wtf) and misha said it's the towel to slap others on the butt with

but they were very fun!!

some people decided to tell a sob story at the mic which wasted time. like they know you love supernatural, they know you're nervous, you don't need to tell them.

they joked around a lot

three touches!! fingers, high five, hug!!!

you can just see how much they adore each other

darius was sitting on the steps but they wouldn't give him a microphone :( hopefully he'll come out at misha's panel tomorrow

Day 2:

Jared & Jensen VIP:

question abt Radio Company coming to Germany

Jensen says they're discussing it, his fave songs are Quarter To and City Grown Willow

Mario Kart characters - Jared Yoshi because he poops eggs, Jensen Blue Shell guy??, his 7yo plays Rosalina, JJ can beat him in Mario Kart now

Jared is 25% German (maternal grandpa)

Jensen wants to turn his next Purcon visit into a vacation

one person is talking so slowwwww

Jensen would want to reshoot Bugs without the bees

They had to do a bee allergy test where someone actually picked up a bee with tweezers and made it sting them

3 part question 🙄 with backstory 🙄 about their kids and if they can grow up normal and if they have a strategy if their kids read fanfic

Jensen played baseball in HS

His first school play was a musical

Mark:

thanked us for letting them do the panels in english without a translator

Crowley was more excited to spend time with Dean instead of being in Hell

Mark went upstairs and helped a fan who had a bad photo with Jared

Got a standing ovation

Ty & DJ:

DJ used anti wrinkle creme on his balls but he stopped when his doctor said it would make him infertile

Ty told us to listen to a 23yo Canandian who sounds like Johnny Cash (Colter Wall??? maybe??)

Ty listens to a lot of country, DJ doesn't really have strong feelings about music

DJ adopted a dog who pissed on his belongings for 10 years - he was supposed to live until about 2 bc of health problems

DJ says to watch the movie Overboard

several questions were asked yesterday

DJ, Ty, and Ty's daughters have matching tattoos (they got them drunk) it's a little skull

Sachin & Osric:

Osric is Timon, Sachin is Pumba

Misha:

couldn't do notes bc i was in line!! wasn't picked tho, because everyone rushed to the microphone before the last panel was over

one person spent five minutes monologuing

misha said people should ask him questions on their knees

Bishagate reference!! He asked a girl if she was coming out as an alien and she said "that's rich coming from you", Darius laughed so much (while he was still on the stairs)

Compared whipped cream to cum

Darius was on stage!!

Jared:

greeted us with Guten Abend, Guten Tag, and howdy y'all

said it's not a goodbye to spn, it's a see you later

said swan song was easier than sacrifice bc he was lucifer for swan song so he had to act... reminder: that's his job...

first question was not a question

second question was a prank question

trivializing the thing where jared put coins in misha's car!!! wtf

praising mark p ew

woman keeps talking about her alarm sound which is german dean

called out a woman's shirt that says "save an impala, ride a winchester"

looks like jared will be on the boys, he basically confirmed it

he likes mountains more than beaches

says they might do a beach episode in the future

talking about the finale and the dean death scene

wants to bring jdm to the next con

Jensen:

GIANT line to ask a question

first woman named her kid Dean Jensen

hates toy slime bc it's all over his house

danneel moves a creepy doll around the house to mess with jensen

question abt cas in the winchesters and cas returning!! how to address the confession!! jensen thinks the confession was a long time coming and beautiful and raw and real!! dean understands cas loved him!! said cas saying he loves dean was clear text (rather than subtext) said cas and jensen found each other and when they meet again cas' feelings are just understood

says demon dean is stronger than soldier boy bc demon dean has no soul

boys question - jensen talks about herogasm, jack quaid just told jensen good luck when he went on set, nobody on set knew what was lube and what was hand sanitizer, he was unprepared to see so many naked people, he was standing next to a guy when the robes came off and he "had to do the glance", couldn't help looking at people having sex "there's four people here in a position i've never seen before"

woman crying while asking a question

woman said dj said he wanted to exchange his husband for jensen, and jensen said he doubts it because ty is pretty great

woman telling bad jokes, one about how women having orgasms is like a snowstorm because you can't see it coming?? not true for either i think

jensen needs to do more solo panels. i could listen to him talk for hours

i can't believe i was in the same room as this man wtf

#purcon #purcon 8

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gooretrait · 4 months

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"Kacie, am I glad to see you."

Kacie Delgato smiled. "Of course, Mis! You know I'm always here for you. Whatever you need."

Misael's shoulders sagged, the tension leaving his body. He loved his wife dearly and fiercely, but Kacie... there had always been something about Kacie that felt safe and familiar. She was what he knew, the predictable. He knew what he was getting with her, and maybe that was part of what drew him to her.

Fern, on the other hand, represented the unknown. She was confident, passionate, a free spirit. He didn't always know what he was getting either her and sometimes her focus on her baking and building up a customer base for her future bakery was so intense that he felt overlooked. Furthermore, she didn't know Bernice like Kacie did. She didn't feel the loss in the same way that he and Kacie felt it. Misael knew he was a coward for doing this to her, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

Kissing her hands, Misael closed his eyes for a moment. "I just needed to get away. You always know what I need without me even needing to tell you, Kace. I don't know what I'd do without you supporting me through this."

The blonde stepped closer to him. "I'll always be here to support you. However you need me. However you want me. But..."

"But what?" Misael opened his eyes to see her chewing on her bottom lip.

"What about Fern? Isn't this a little cruel?"

"You weren't saying that last night."

A flash of hurt passed over Kacie's face.

"Sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I just. It's different with you. We've always known each other since we were little kids. You've been my first for everything. You were even there for me when Grandpa died. You got me through that, nobody else."

"I know, Mis, I know." She caressed Misael's face, heart fluttering when he leaned into the touch. "I just hope you know what you're doing. I love you so much, but we both know this won't end well. There's no scenario in which what we're doing ends well for either of us."

Misael leaned in and kissed her before she could say anything else.

"I don't want to think about the future. I just want to think about now. Is that okay?"

With a sad smile, Kacie nodded.

#postcard legacy #postcard legacy challenge #connors gen 2 #simblr #sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots

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newtonsheffield · 1 year

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I want to see Tharman in trouble with his parents for not telling them about Mary! Grandpa and grandma Sharma were the gift I didn’t know I needed!!

Happy New Year Molly!

Oh Poor Tharman. He got himself into such a pickle. He didn't tell his parents about Mary because he thought Mary was bound to come to her senses sooner rather than later and he didn't want his Mum making a big deal out of the fact he was dating again. And to be fair, he didn't think he was going to be getting engaged when he went over there, he didn't think he'd been spending thousands of pounds on this ring either,

He's had a stressful few days

Tharman knew he'd made a mistake the second he opened the door. And he'd had such a good morning. He really had. He'd woken up with Mary tucked against him, both of them still warm and sated from last night and instead of the panic he thought he'd feel in his chest at being engaged to his girlfriend of four months, all he felt was satisfaction. As though something in his life had clicked into place. He'd felt the same, watching Mary with Kate this morning, watching Mary walk with Kate standing on her feet and his daughter giggling happily into the hall to see him off to get eggs. He'd whistled all the way there and back, even when Gary behind the counter had blinked.

"You're cheery this morning." He'd drawled, "Where's your little hellcat?"

"She's at home." Tharman had said, dropping chocolates on the counter at random along with his eggs. "With my new fiancée. I got engaged yesterday."

"Congrats, man." Gary whistled, "Excited for you."

"Yeah, me too. Mary's great."

He'd whistled all the way home, humming happily. Right up until he'd thrown open the front door of the flat and seen his mother, tugging Mary back into the kitchen. Mary's eyes were wide her hand twisted in the front of the King's college shirt she'd tugged from his dresser this morning as her tongue tangled with his and her hair had tickled his nose

"Oh Fuck!"

His mother's eyes shot to his spinning around while Mary waved awkwardly at her side. "Yes! Do not cuss at me Tharman! You're in rather a lot of trouble young man, get inside!"

He shot forward scampering after Mary and his mother.

"I'm so sorry! Mary, I love you!" He hissed at her, "God, please don't split up with me, I got you a double-decker!"

Mary blinked bemusedly back at him, "Well if you got me a double-decker I suppose we're locked in for life."

"I like this one, Tharman." His mother chuckled,

"Now, Son," His Dad said as he turned the corner, Kate sitting on his knee, her legs swinging, grinning up at him.

"Papa! You're back! Can you start on the pancakes? I was so good, you can ask Mary. Right, Mary?" Kate called, lining up the sweets his father had given her already on the table.

"You were great, sweetheart," Mary said gently, kissing Kate on the forehead, the scene making a lump rise in Tharman's throat.

"Son, why were you hiding this lovely girl from us?" His father smiled, patting the seat beside him, while his mother pushed on Mary's shoulders until she sat.

"I wasn't hiding her from you, exactly." He swallowed. "And Appa, can you please not give Katie sweets? it's 7:30 in the morning."

"But she's such a sweetheart." His father said, kissing her on the forehead. "She said Please Poppy, and what was I supposed to say?"

"You used to tell me Broccoli was sweeties." Tharman sighed dryly.

"Do not change the conversation!" His mother hissed. "I didn't even know you were seeing anyone. Can I not even be trusted with that? Am I so ridiculous that I can't be trusted with this information? Were you not going to invite us to the wedding? Do I need to call your sister?"

Tharman sighed, "Please don't get Im down here."

"In Tharm's defence," Mary said gently, "I asked him to marry me a little... spontaneously yesterday. He had no idea."

His mother softened, turning towards Mary, "Mary, darling, you don't have to cover for him."

"That's true though!" He said a little indignantly.

His mother sighed, "Oh throwing your wife under the bus. Tharman."

"Bad move, Son."

"I was going to tell you?"

"After I died?!"

"Amma, you and I both know you intend to never die so, that'd be pretty impossible." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"For the last time, Tharman, Someone has to be the first person to live to 200: Why not me?"

And god help him, he caught Mary's eye, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

#my hand was the one you reached for au #sharma family feels #molly's asks and answers

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an-ecu-harrypotter-au · 1 month

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TPS Part 6: The Man In The Painting

"Toby wake up. We’re here."

Ah snap awake. Trevor jumps off mah lap an back inta mah hand. Ah look out the window an see the entrance ta Hogwarts. Mah eyes look out tha window wit excitement, but mah mind still feels half asleep. Ah hear tha kids all round us gettin' their bags an Ah realize Ah haven't moved. Ah put Trevor back in his tank an get everythang ready.

"Do you have everything? I don't want you to leave anything behind."

Ah nod an watch Jacklin pick up a weird lookin cage.

"I forgot to mention this, but this is my cat, Tiger."

Ah'm still gettin' Trevor's tank an bags set up.

"Ya have a cat? Mah grandpa had a cat when Ah was young. He named it Mittens. Mittens' dead now."

Ah realize Ah probably shouldn't have brought tha up, but the words're already outta mah mouth.

"Is Tiger yer family's cat, or your cat?"

"Father bought him last year after our last cat died of old age. The Gryffindor Manor has a library full of journals and diaries from every wizard family who ever went to the school. Mice nibble on the paper so my father uses a cat."

Ah stop a sec while Ah'm packin up everythang.

"How'd yer dad get a fancy job like that?"

"Oh. I wasn't aware that you didn't know. My father, Henry Gryffindor, is the descendent of Godric Gryffindor. Godric was one of the school's founders over 1000 years ago. Our family is one of the only wizard families who had every family member go to Hogwarts. There isn't a single non-magic user in our family tree which makes me pure blooded. Pure blooded families are so rare that they end up having a lot of power."

Ah jus blink at 'er. This girl's jus too fancy ta be nice ta me.

"That'd make ya a princess a some kind then."

She laughs a lil bit as we walk. Nicest laugh Ah've ever heard. Ah look down at Trevor in his tank like he's readin' mah mind. He's lookin' at me wit his big, round eyes an that makes mah heart want ta melt.

"So if yer Godric's whatever many great-granddaughter does that mean ya gotta be in Gryffindor too?"

"Every descendent of Godric was sorted into that House. It isn't necessarily a rule that all members of the same family have to be in the same House though."

"Do ya think yer dad's gonna get mad if ya don't get inta that House?"

Ah see her stop an look a lil nervous.

"Well. Father wouldn't necessarily be angry. Even though there is a lot of expectations to be the next heir of Gryffindor, he never told me that I must be sorted in that House. Since my mother never went to Hogwarts, she doesn't have any expectations either. They both just want me to be true to myself. But I will admit, I'm still nervous."

Ah nod as we keep walkin.

"Well either way Ah still wanna be in tha same one as you an a boy Ah met in the robe store named Pacer Burton. We can go ta all the classes tagether."

Ah grab 'er hand an lead 'er off tha train, makin' sure Trevor stays in tha tank.

"Then I guess that means we need to be sorted in Gryffindor together."

Ah blush as Ah realize tha way Ah'm holdin' 'er hand makes it look like we're more than friends. Ah start ta get real worried. Ah'm startin' ta get real nervous.

"Fers years this way!"

Ah get a lil spooked by the loud noise an let go a Jacklin's hand. We follow the other kids ta the lake. We find an' board the row boat an Ah hear a real big guy at the oars talkin' in a Scottish accent.

"This way, ya wee gawks."

We sit in the boat an Ah see the castle on the other side a the lake.

"That’s the groundskeeper, Hagrid. He’s a half giant."

"A half giant? Ya mean he's like half human an half monster?"

She starts ta giggle an Ah start ta get confused again. Was Ah bein' real stupid an a dummy jus' sayin' that?

"Hagrid’s not a monster. Stories about giants eating kids are just a myth. They have their own villages away from humans."

Ah see what she means now: Hagrid ain't some big ugly monster. Ah look up an can see a kind face beneath that beard. We pull up ta shore an start gettin out the boat.

"That's the main entrance to Hogwarts Castle. Just think, in a few minutes we’ll officially be Hogwarts students."

Mah heart starts ta beat faster now as the weight of what's happenin now gets ta me.

"How they plan on sortin us? Do we gotta take a test or somethin?"

"No not at all. The Sorting Hat has been sorting students for over 1000 years. It was Godric's idea to put a spell on his hat so that it can read students thoughts."

Ah blink. Ya gotta be kiddin' me. Ah'm worried it's gonna read mah thoughts an' put me in tha dummy House.

"Everyone please hand your luggage to the porters and follow me. You will line up by last name once we get inside. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rule-breaking will lose House points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor."

Ah hear an old lady talk an a group a people linin up. Ah give 'em mah bags, backpack an carefully pass 'em Trevor's tank. Ah see Jacklin walkin ahead a me an Ah know G comes before K. She's gotta be ahead a me in line. Ah ain't Pacer at all but Ah know he's gotta be even more ahead a Jacklin. A real old guy wit a pretty red robe stands up.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, first years! I must tell you all that the forest surrounding the castle is forbidden due to the extreme amount of dangerous creatures within it. I would like to introduce your new Defence Against The Dark Arts professor, Professor Quirinus Quirrell. Professor Arif Sikander will officially succeed him as our Muggle Studies expert."

Ah see a man wit a purple turban stand up wavin before sittin back down.

"Also on behalf of the entire staff including our caretaker, Mr. Flich, I would like to inform you that the corridor in the Charms section of the 3rd floor is also forbidden. Unless you wish to die a most terrible death, I suggest you heed my warning."

Before Ah can even get scared Ah see all the other kids an teachers stand up. They all start singin.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be old and bald, Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling, With some interesting stuff, For now they're bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing, Bring back what we've forgot, Just do your best, we'll do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot."

Ah have no idea why this' happenin. Ah hope Ah ain't gotta sing this one day. Too embarrassin.

"When I call your name please sit down on the stool. I will put the Sorting Hat on your head. When you have been sorted, please take a seat in your respective section."

Ah wait patiently wit all the other kids as the old lady talks agin. She takes out the Sortin Hat an then the hat starts singin. Ah dunno why though.

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folks use any means To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

Ah like how the hat tol me what every House's like. Ah know if Jacklin were ta explain all this ta me it'd take jus bout all day. It ain't like listenin ta 'er'd be too bad cause that'd mean she's nice fer wantin ta explain all this ta me. Shame Ah jus wouldn't be able ta tell 'er Ah stopped understandin 'er after 5 minutes.

"Jacklin Gryffindor."

Ah missed a lot while Ah was thinkin an watch her as she walks up to tha Sortin' Hat. A look round an Ah see Pacer's in Hufflepuff. Ah wonder if Jacklin's gonna be in that House too. Some a the boys're lookin' at her hair, the girls lookin' at her eyes an some a the older boys're lookin' at her chest. Ah dunno who ta feel bad fer cause they ain't got a clue bout 'er Veela magic or Jacklin cause she ain't asked fer all this.

"Ah yes. Another member of the Gryffindor family. I see you have a high level of intellect never before seen. Very tempting the notion of putting you in Ravenclaw."

Ah start ta worry that we won't be in the same House cause Ah know Ah ain't gonna be smart nough.

"What's this? You seek something more than just wisdom? I see. Better be.. Gryffindor!"

All a Gryfdor jus starts screamin cause a how happy they are. Ah gotta cover mah ears cause it hurts too much. Ah look at Jacklin an she kinda looks happy like the kinda happy ya get when ya pass a test ya thought ya failed. She sees me lookin at 'er then she turns an walks over to tha table. She looks back at me, kinda embarrassed when she sits down.

"Toby Kwimper."

Ah'm nervous as Ah move over ta the Sortin' Hat an' wait for it ta read mah mind.

"Toby Kwimper. How interesting. Such a perfect blank slate."

Ah start ta get excited cause if tha Sortin' Hat says Ah'm a blank slate then Ah won't be goin' ta tha dummy House.

"Shh. Let your mind go, little wizard."

Ah hear the hat whisperin' an mah head gets a little woozy. Mah eyes close even though Ah ain't tol 'em too. Ah kinda feel good though like when Jacklin's wit me.

"Slytherin's definitely out. No big ambitions. Ravenclaw would be a good challenge but not good enough. Hufflepuff? Yes I feel a strong sense of loyalty.

It sounds like tha Sortin' Hat's whisperin' ta itself or like there's a million voices talkin' at tha same time. Ah feel real torn cause Ah like Pacer but Ah also like Jacklin an they ain't in the same House. Ah know Jacklin's magic's dangerous but Ah still wanna be 'er friend.

"Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff. Such a hard decision."

Ah dunno wha's been said but Ah feel a little tap on mah shoulder makin me almost jump outta mah skin.

"We’re in Gryffindor together, Toby!"

"Huh?"

Mah head's still spinnin a lil bit but Ah'm real excited! Ah'm a lil sad too that Ah won't get ta be wit Pacer too. But Ah guess the Sortin' Hat read mah mind an put me where Ah wanted ta be. Ah see Jacklin lookin' real relieved an Ah know Ah can relax a little bit.

"You must've been in a trance like state so the Sorting Hat can read your memories. You should sit down since you look about as pale as me."

Ah shakily walk over wit her ta the table an' sit down next ta her. Ah wipe the cold sweat off the back a mah neck. Ah can't believe Ah'm really here.

Time Skip

"I would like to welcome all of the 1st years and returning students. With the conclusion of the Sorting Hat ceremony, and before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you."

Ah'm still a lil outta it an hearin the ol' man talk jus makes it a lil worse as Ah had no idea wha he said. Everythang jus appears outta nowhere an mah eyes light up. This' a lotta food.

"What would you like to try first, Toby?"

"Ah dunno... Ah ain't ever seen food like this before. What should Ah try, Jacklin?"

Ah see 'er lookin over the table. She points at this weird lookin thang Ah ain't ever seen before.

"This is Yorkshire pudding. It's a baked pudding made from a batter of eggs, flour, and milk or water. You can eat it as a starter because it's small."

Ah look at the Yorkshire pudding an' try ta get mah mind round what it should taste like. Then Ah reach inta the pile a food an' start ta put a little bit a everythang on mah plate. Ah chew a couple a times an swallow. Ah look over at Jacklin an' she looks like she can tell how Ah feel.

"What are puddings like in the States, Toby? Here we have sweet and meat puddings."

"Only meat puddin Ah know bout's sausage. We got banana puddin, chocolate puddin, a whole buncha sweet puddins."

"I guess we're not that different then. There's sausages and mash on the table. We also eat a lot of roasted foods and lamb chops."

Mah stomach starts growlin.

"Sounds good ta me, Jacklin. Ah'm real hungry now. Ah'mma try the gravy now."

Ah take the tip a the spoon now, an' Ah hold it over tha plate. Ah sloooowly start ta pour the gravy on it.

"Now this is an onion gravy that goes with the Yorkshire pudding. It's very common when you eat it as a starter."

"An' tha meat puddins tha's on the table. They go wit onions, too?"

"We use brown gravy for foods that have meat and potatoes. The cream gravy can also go with potatoes but we usually use that with chicken."

Ah try the cream gravy. It tastes really good. Ah get a nice big helpin a mashed potatoes on tha plate an' Ah pour gravy on 'em. Then Ah eat the whole thang while Jacklin watches. She tells me that tha puddin, mashed potatoes, gravy, the whole meal's called a roast.

"The Kitchen Elves work in the kitchen. They put the food on tables there and use magic to make them appear on our tables."

Ah jus shake mah head.

"Tha's strange."

"It's a normal thing. They make food appear when something runs out so that none of us go hungry."

Ah start ta get worried it's gonna happen anyway. Mah momma wouldn't a never let me get way wit takin' tha last a anythang.

"See Toby. Just like that, another roast chicken appeared a little bit to your left."

Ah see the chicken an Ah'm startin' ta feel better now.

Time Skip

Desserts start ta appear on the table.

"Have you ever thought about making a food list, Toby?"

Ah look at 'er all confused. She's real good at askin me questions bout thangs Ah don't got a clue bout.

"A food list?"

"Yes. There are so many types of food served here, that it isn't possible to try all of them in one day."

"Oh. Well what do Ah gotta put on a food list? Mah favorites?"

"You can write down everything you tried and how it tasted."

Ah start ta fill mah plate wit cake. Ah eat up tha cake while Jacklin writes somethin' on a piece a paper.

"This is my food list, Toby. We can compare our lists and see what we still need to try."

Ah look over at what Jacklin's holdin' up. Ah wonder if Jacklin's got room fer another dessert.

"Have you ever had a St. Honore cake, Toby?"

"Nope. Sounds like somethin' tha elves'd make. This St. Honor's cake's on yer list?"

"Oh yes. My father brought one back from his trip to Paris a few years ago. It has a lot of chocolate and cream as it's basically a cream puff cake."

Ah feel real full but Ah jus gotta try it.

"Do ya think they've got one here fer me ta try?"

"Of course, Toby. This is big enough for us to split it up."

Ah pick up a slice an' Ah start ta eat it. So good.

"Have you ever been to Paris, Toby?"

Ah manage ta answer even though Ah got a lotta cake in mah mouth.

"Ah've ain't ever been anywhere, actually. Ah've never left Florida till June so's Ah could live wit mah Irish cousins. Pop done tol me it's the only way Ah'd be able ta go ta school here."

"Fascinating. I'm amazed you weren't asked to attend Ilvermony in Massachusetts. They're supposed to serve all students from North America."

Ah jus shrug cause it ain't like Ah know wha she's talkin bout anyway. The cake's the only thang on mah mind.

"Jacklin, this cake's tha best thing Ah've ever tasted. Ah like it so much Ah don't even wanna swallow it."

"You need to have some ice cream so you don't choke, Toby."

"Okay. Ah'll have some ice cream."

Ah use a spoon ta scoop up a big bite a ice cream. Jacklin starts wipin 'er face wit a napkin.

"I believe that's enough for me. How do you feel, Toby?"

"Ah'm not too good, actually. Mah stomach kinda hurts. Do ya think Ah can go walk it off?"

Ah move ta leave the table.

"We have to wait for our prefect to take us to the Gryffindor Tower. Since they act a role model for us, they want us to follow the rules so we won't get into trouble."

"Oh. So… Ah gotta sit at the table till tha prefect shows up."

"Yes. We all have to go to our common room together."

Ah jus hope Ah can last that long.

Time Skip

We get to the top a the stairs an mah stomach starts ta feel better. Our prefect stops.

"First years this is the way to get to the Gryffindor common room. The password to enter will change every month so pay very close attention."

Ah listen hard ta the password so Ah'm not left outta the Gryffindor common room.

"Bezoar."

Ah hear this word an' try ta remember. Bezoar... Bezoar... Bezoar's somethin ya get from a goat's stomach an's an antidote fer most poisons. Ah dunno how know it but Ah do. The door ta the common room opens an we all walk inside. All a our luggage's there.

"Amazing."

Ah follow Jacklin an' the others inside the common room. We leave the luggage in tha corner of tha room. Ah look 'round an' it's the nicest room Ah've ever seen.

"Hey, Jacklin... Ya like the room?"

"It's just like my father described it."

Ah nod an start ta remember bout 'er talkin bout 'er dad.

"So tha other kids at Hogwarts are they jus' a hodgepodge a every which kind a bloodline?"

"Yes. Do you know if your parents are wizards?"

"Pop knows somethin bout it. He said he don't do magic though."

Jacklin's bout ta say somethin when our prefect comes ta us.

"First years take a look at this painting. We have been honored to see the very founder of our House, Godric Gryffindor! Born of Scottish and Welsh ancestry in what's now Cornwall, England, this man helped found our very school. He's the only founder with a direct descendant and she's right in this room!"

Ah look at tha painting an Ah see a man with red hair in a red robe lookin like a lion's mane. He's holdin' a sword, an' Ah wonder if he used ta go an' fight those dark wizards.

"He looks tough."

"I'm just so speechless. I know father has his own portrait of him in his study, but it's still so amazing to see him."

Ah feel real good bout that one. Ah turn ta Jacklin an' Ah start wonderin' what she thinks.

"Did mah granddaughter teel ye abit me?"

Ah'm a little surprised bout the paintin talkin ta me, but Ah'll just go wit the flow. Ah nod an' Ah get more comfortable.

"Yeah... She did tell me a bit 'bout ya."

"Ye hae some Irish in ye. Whaur ur ye frae?"

Ah think a bit ta make sure Ah don't say somethin' dumb.

"Well... Well, Ah’m from tha South, but Ah live wit mah cousins in a place called... Cork."

"Dae ye hae onie fowk in Irelain boy?"

Ah can't believe Ah have ta answer tha question from tha founder a Gryfdor. Mah mind goes blank an' Ah think Ah might puke. For a minute Ah think Ah'm gonna be sick ta tha floor an' then Ah just remember tha Ah gotta get my answer out. Ah'm real glad Jacklin's not tryin' ta help me out wit words.

"Uh, yes, Godric, Ah do..."

"What's yer nam boy?"

"It's... Ah'm Toby. It's Toby Kwimper."

"Ay th' Kwimper clan?"

Ah nod real quick an' Ah'm amazed Godric knows mah last name.

"Yeah, tha's right."

"Ah thooght ye aw died it. Ah huvnae seen a Kwimper come tae Hogwarts in ower a hunder years."

Ah feel like Ah can breathe again. Godric's kinda lookin happy ta see me.

"Diz anyain still use magic?"

"Well, Mr. Godric, Pop done tol me Ah'm the only one wit real magic."

"Th' Kwimper clan is huir uv a weel knoon fur havin' squibs."

Ah shake mah head cause it's not the answer Ah was hopein' for.

"No, no Mr. Godric, tha's just not possible. Ah got magic!"

"That's a sign th' Kwimper clan is gettin' their magic back. Whit can ye dae sae far boy?"

Ah dunno why, but what Ah'm about ta say feels so important.

"Ah mean, Ah can talk ta animals. Ah can make 'em feel better an' Ah can help 'em an' Ah can make 'em like me."

Ah notice Godric is listenin' real good an' Jacklin's eyes ain't left Godric one second.

"Woods ye min' tryin' tae reid mah granddaughter's future?"

"No, sir. Ah guess Ah can try."

"What do you need me to do, Toby?"

"Ah need ta see yer hand. Ah can tell a lot more tha way."

Godric looks over mah shoulder as Ah look at Jacklin's palm an Ah let out a loud gasp the startles Jacklin.

"Yer gonna be attacked by a strange man!

"What about my 2nd year?"

Ah feel like Ah know what's gonna happen but Ah gotta make sure.

"Yer gonna be in trouble. There's a flash an yer gonna be lyin in a hospital bed all stiff!"

Ah feel Jacklin's hand tighten round mah own hand 'cause Ah think Ah jus really scared her.

"Can you see my 3rd year?"

"There's gonna be a werewolf an it's gonna be chasin ya!"

Ah'm so deep in the visions all Ah can hear's Jacklin's voice.

"Will my 4th year be any better?"

"There's… there's gonna be… there's gonna be some… some… some death! Somebody's gonna die an everybody's gonna be sad!"

"How bad will my 5th year be?"

Ah sniff an Ah blow a snot bubble.

"Yer gonna be attacked agin. This woman's gonna split the school in half... but... there's gonna be so much blood!"

"Do you think my 6th year will get worse?"

"Ah... Ah... Ah think things will get bad… an worse! There's gon be trouble. Someone's gonna be fightin’ fer someone else an it could get bad! There'll be some… some bad blood!"

"Is the bloodshed going to end in my 7th year?"

"No."

Ah see a vision of a man turnin' inta ash.

"So… Ah think when good guy wins tha battle it'll be a beautiful thing, but it's a terrible path."

Ah gotta be lookin weird cause mah eyes're blinkin real weird an swayin a bit.

"Ye better sit heem doon hen. Th' boy's lookin' as peely waly as ye."

Ah feel weak in mah legs an Ah can feel my head slippin' down off a mah shoulders. Everythang goes black an Ah don't 'member anythang else.

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#toby and the veela #the philosopher's stone #godric gryffindor #he lived during the middle ages he's supposed to sound that way

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Act 1, Scene 5 of Twisted Veronaville: The Aftermath of the Party

THE LAST PAGE

As Tybalt and Hermia raced past the river towards the Monty Ranch, they could hear Juliette's voice yelling from halfway across town.

Juliette: I can't believe you! All I asked for was to keep things a secret, and now EVERYONE IN MY FAMILY knows that we're dating.

Romeo: It just slipped out! Blame that guitarist for hitting on you!

Juliette: He just said he wanted to hang out more! He wasn't even flirting with me! And even if he was, HE wasn't the one who made you yell that shit out loud!

Romeo: Then you should've told him!

Juliette: You spoke before I could even do that!...you're so unreasonable! Consider us OVER.

Romeo: Wait, Juliette, please! I'm sorry! Give me a-

Juliette: Nope. Not hearing you out. I'm done.

Mercutio: Well, that was rough!

Romeo: Why do you care? You were probably rooting for us to break up.

Mercutio: I mean, I don't like her, but still! I was hoping it'd at least be you who broke up with her, and I didn't think it would be over a fight over some guy the both of you just met!

Romeo: ...

Mercutio: Okay, probably a bad time to say that. You want me to get you anything? See If I can get Nonna to make her signature Baked Alaska that she only saves for special occasions?

Romeo: That would be good, but right now I just want to be alone...do you think Miranda's single?

Mercutio: Nope. No rebounding. Go to sleep. You'll feel better in the morning.

Romeo: ...Yeah. I'll do that.

Isabella: Having trouble with this level, Mercutio?...oh, I recognize this game. I'll help you beat it, if you promise to go to sleep after.

Mercutio: Okay. Good luck, though. It's hard.

Isabella: I assure you, I won't need it...oh, and I heard you and Romeo arguing outside. Is everything okay?

Mercutio: Yeah. He...got rejected by a girl. Yeah, Nonna. I was thinking of making him something to cheer him up.

Isabella: I can make a Baked Alaska for him in the morning. That'll do the trick!

Mercutio: Is this really something Baked Alaska worthy?

Isabella: Why not? The only teenage girls in this town are Capps. He dodged a tremendous bullet, which is something we should celebrate.

Mercutio: Oh, yeah.

Isabella: And you know, Patrizio and I are fine with you two having crushes on girls. Just don't date a Capp.

Mercutio: What about guys?

Isabella: Not sure how Patrizio will feel about that, but for me...just no Capps. I'm sure that will be no problem for you, though.

Mercutio: I see...

Isabella: Are you asking because you have a crush on that Summerdream boy? If you want to win him over, I can make some more Baked Alaska for you to give him.

Mercutio: No, I was just wondering.

Isabella: Alright...hm. Okay, this level certainly is harder than I remembered.

Mercutio: Told you so.

While the Montys were celebrating the recent break-up, there was a gloomy atmosphere in the Capp house - a strong contrast to the party that had occurred the night before.

Consort: Tybalt told me you were the one dating Puck.

Hermia: I'm sorry for not telling the truth earlier, Grandpa.

Consort: It's fine. Do you love him, Hermia?

Hermia: I think so. I love him in the same way that I love everyone else in the family.

Consort: ...I see. You have my blessings, if you want them, but I want you to focus on your studies and go to a good college.

Hermia: Thank you, Grandpa.

On weekend afternoons, Hermia would always spend some time outside in the garden. This makes her an especially easy person to talk to when you know how to sneak past the Capp house security.

Hermia: ...Vi?

Viola: Hey, Mia. Sorry I haven't said anything.

Hermia: Where have you been? You look great!...and I tried calling you, but Mercutio told me you got exiled.

Viola: I can't say. I'm not sure how safe it is for me to be here...but I'm doing okay. Trust me when I say I'll be fine.

Hermia: I'm sorry, Vi. I'd invite you to stay with us, but you know how everyone else is about Montys.

Viola: Yeah...it's okay, though. I heard about what happened with Romeo and Juliette. Seems rough. I imagine it's only going to make the feud worse.

Hermia: Really? From who?

Viola: That, um...new kid. Ripp Grunt. We're...good friends.

Hermia: ...You know him?...maybe I should talk to him more.

Viola: (Shoot! I didn't think about her seeking him out!) Yeah. He's cool. Anyway, I've got to go. It was nice talking to you, Mia. Don't tell anyone you saw me.

Hermia: Wait, Vi! I still-

Aktu/Sita: ...

Aktu: I can't believe it! You've done it!

Sita: You broke up Romeo and Juliette's relationship, all in one act with zero deaths! I knew you could do it, Ripp!

Ripp: You believed in me?

Sita: Of course. Even if you weren't our first choice of hero, I had faith that you would be able to get the job done.

Aktu: Yeah. And you were pretty quick! We still have work to do regarding the fates of Mercutio and Tybalt, but I think we can afford to celebrate a little.

Ripp: Don't worry. I have a plan for them. Once I'm done, those two will be all over each other.

Sita: Huh?

Ripp: I'm going to make them lovers!

Aktu: (Huh...?)...Alright, then.

Sita: (I don't think this is going to work.) How are you going to do that?

Ripp: Listen to me very carefully...because I have a plan.

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BONUS:

Ripp: Hello? Johnny?

Johnny: Ripp! Where are you? Are you okay? Even Tank's concerned!

Ripp: I'm great! The short story is that Dad sold me to two ninjas for $500 and now I have to stop the events of Romeo and Juliette from occurring. How's things in Strangetown?

Johnny: Ophelia and Nervous got into a car accident...and Nervous died, and my uncle Pascal disappeared.

Ripp: Oh. I'm so sorry...is Ophelia okay?

Johnny: Yeah, she's fine. The doctor said she was stable...your dad was the one who hit them, by the way. He paid off the police so that the Specters couldn't press charges.

Ripp: That piece of shit!

Johnny: I know! I swear, he's probably the reason why Uncle Pascal disappeared, too...anyway, I've got to go. Great talking to you! Call again when you can!

Ripp: Obviously, man! I'll talk to you later.

Aktu: ...Pascal is a strong man. I'm sure he's fine, wherever he is...and I hope your friend Ophelia is okay, too.

Ripp: You know him?

Aktu: I lived in Strangetown for some time, and Pascal was a family friend of ours. I was a bit closer to his brothers, though.

Ripp: Oh! I'm surprised we never saw each other, then. My friend's their nephew.

Aktu: Well, I never met their sister. And I was...dealing with a lot during that time. It's not a period of time that I like to think about.

Ripp: I see...so do you know where Pascal would be, then?

Aktu: Nope. We haven't talked in a while...we should probably worry about this mission first, though. We can go search for him once we're sure everyone in Veronaville has been saved...and once we learn fire dancing. It's been on my bucket list for a long time...

#ts2 #veronaville #twikkii island #sims 2 gameplay

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superblycaffeinated · 3 months

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We're back and ready to share the new and re-written story! I hope those that were reading the original So Far, So Goode are still with me, and for those of you that are new, welcome 🧡 I can't wait to hear what people think and I hope you enjoy it! Head on over to the So Far, So Goode masterlist here for information on the story, general warnings, and last, but certainly not least - the music. I'll be posting here and on Ao3 (under superbcoffeedrinkersubparwriter) - but you need to be a registered user to read over there. CW: description of guns

Chapter One:

To be honest with you, I used to think I was the furthest a person could possibly be from lonely.

Which, I suppose, is because I had never really been alone long enough to ponder the true depth of all that surrounds the word, feeling - state. The more I think about it, the more I start to doubt if I’ve even touched the surface of what it means to be alone.

I’m a triplet, so I haven’t been physically alone even before birth, save for the one minute and forty seven seconds both my brothers were out in the world before I arrived. Also, not only am I a triplet, but one of five Goode kids. Plus, there are my two cousins, and all of the Goodes that aren’t Goodes, but hell, yell the name in a room and they’ll all be turning their heads (a phenomenon I’m told goes well into the past). Long story short, I have a lot of family, making it almost impossible to ever be alone.

Since there are so many of us, I guess I should clarify which Goode I am for the official record or whatever? Believe it or not, I haven’t actually written a formal CoveOps report before this. Despite receiving a superior education in the field I wish to enter, I’ve never once encountered any training on how to write one of these things. My educators (and family) claim paperwork is the worst part of the job, so maybe they hold off until it’s too late and it just never gets taught? I don’t know. All this is to say, don’t judge me it’s not up to, like, professional standards, okay?

My name is Joelene Macey Goode, but everyone calls me Joey or Jo. I know most people hate nicknames, but I honestly prefer it over my full one. Not that Joelene is a bad name, but you try living eighteen years with people singing terribly offkey at you while you stand there awkwardly. So, no offense to Dolly, but I can’t hear Jolene without wincing now (but if you read this Ms. Parton, from one Gallagher Girl to another - you rule!).

And yup, that’s me. A Gallagher Girl. My identity, my cover, my school - all for the last five and half years of my life.

Since you’re reading this, I’m sure you know exactly who we are and what we do at The Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, and you may be thinking you know all there is to know about us Gallagher Girls, but I am no ordinary one.

I’m a legacy, a fourth generation one to be exact. Meaning, a lot of Goodes (in one form or another) have walked those hallowed halls. They slept in the same rooms, they took the same classes, they ate the same creme brulee and then crushed records or did impressive enough things to end up with their pictures in our hallways and their names in our history textbooks (the ones that tell the real history that is). And they did it all before graduating.

It’d be one thing if it was just their accomplishments to live up to, but it’s the footsteps attached to the person attached to the name, that I’m truly scrambling behind.

Because, yes, you’ve been reading that last name correctly.

Goode.

Maybe you’ve heard of us? The best family in the biz, as Grandpa likes to boast.

I don’t like to phrase it quite that way too often as Grandpa usually gets a look from Grandma and mom that could kill him. And I mean, literally kill him, if Peter and I hadn’t accidentally broken the specific pair of glasses meant for such a thing on our fourteenth birthday.

Because, as I’m sure you’re very aware of, by the “biz”, Grandpa and I mean that martini shaking and pouring while dodging a bullet, running from the explosion in a suit hand in hand with a girl in heels, passionate kiss or dramatic monologue before jumping out of the moving train kind of stuff.

Spy craft.

Espionage.

The cool shit.

But don’t worry, I know that stuff doesn’t really happen and it’s all for the cinematic experience.

Why my Grandpa gets the looks, is because saying that “we’re the best in the biz” goes against everything my parents have told me and my four siblings our entire lives. That the name doesn’t mean we carry and wield this magical power. Being a Goode doesn’t allow us to assume we’re the best without working towards anything.

My parents weren’t wrong, and I’ve never, ever, once taken my last name to mean I could do what I wanted with zero consequences. In fact, it’s made me believe the exact opposite. It isn’t zero consequences when we mess up, it’s an astronomical amount. Because, when you’re a Goode, you’re not just messing up, all Goodes are too.

Instead of skating by on the merit of the name, I’ve spent my entire adolescence feeling as if I need to rise and thensome to earn the name that was simply just given to me because of my blood.

Oh you’re their daughter? So you can do this like that? Why yes, as a matter of fact I am the daughter of agents Morgan and Luke Goode, and while I can do it like that, I’ve been forbidden from doing it in the house, or from using it on my brothers, thanks for asking.

Also, yeah, you read those names correctly too. The best agents (in my totally unbiased opinion of course) the CIA has ever seen, are my parents.

So, you see, I’ve got Goode blood, and not just any. I have to do this. I have boots to fill and make my own impressive steps with - a name I have to live up to.

I’ll admit though, that the name, the legacy of it all, the movies I love, the training - none of it compares to the real reason I have to be a spy.

It’s a word, pretty well known around these parts, maybe you’ve heard of it?

Classified.

Now, I don’t know about you, but when someone tells me I can’t know or that I can’t do something, I cannot rest until I know all the information or I do the thing.

I’m told this lovely trait of mine comes from my mother, and a little bit of my dad, and potentially a whole lot from a great grandmother I’ll never know. So, I take breaks. I've learned when it’s time to take a step back - a breather - before I let the need to know or do swallow me whole. But I can’t let it go fully, not really, not until it’s done.

Which is why I have to be a spy, and not only a spy, but the best. Because if I’m the best, then that word is never going to be in my way again. Knowledge is power, and power is privilege, and privilege is responsibility.

So, when my mother was home for my entire Summer break, I knew it was my responsibility to -

Hold on. Let me backup. I don’t think that came out with the emphasis it requires to get my point across.

My mother, current and working agent Morgan Goode, of The CIA was home, doing “nothing”. All. Summer.

Something stunk, and it wasn’t just Andy and Peter’s disgusting socks that quite literally could have been radioactive.

All summer, the feeling that my great grandpa - Grandpa Joe - always tells me to never ignore, sat heavy in my gut.

A spy’s gut is their number one weapon, Joelene, and the longer mine felt off, my nerves frayed and sparked until the slow, incessant heat of something wrong, finally caught fire and I couldn’t ignore the burn any longer.

As mom took hushed phone calls and locked herself in the office of our safe house for hours, I felt the inside of that room and its contents calling to me like a flame does to a moth, or in my case, the opposite. I was the flame, engulfed, consumed by my need to know and that office and what was happening behind its closed door was the moth I was destined to devour.

And that was all before she used that awful, horrible, no good for shit word.

The classified of it all would have tipped me over the edge regardless, but it was the fact that it was my mom who said it that really sealed my fate.

I can count, on my two hands, the total number of times my mother has said that something was classified to me, without my dad prompting her to do so. She’s always been a little…shall we say looser? with information. She is the one who always sort of half answers our questions until dad is stepping in. He’s constantly reminding her that her children are not supposed to know that she stopped a bomb in Brazil or saved an ambassador to France and that she’s, “making us think it’s okay for them to sneak out of their heavily guarded and safe schools and fly to foreign countries when it is absolutely not okay and don’t even think about it.”

I’ve heard dad’s speech so many times, that I promise you, even if I wasn’t trained to recall intimate details and information, I would still be able to tell you it verbatim.

That speech wasn’t gonna stop me because it never has, and, as I’ve previously stated, I have that trait that makes it so I can’t let things go.

My dad shoved puzzles and code-breaking books at me all Summer. I beat Peter and Andy at Super Mario Brothers (the old one, from the 80’s, as Luigi - do you know how hard that is?). I beat Grandpa at Scrabble twice (which, okay, wasn’t that hard to do), and was forbidden from playing Monopoly with Peter inside the house ever again. I watched twenty-two spy movies, sixteen rom-coms, and five westerns. I learned the dance to Push It by Salt ‘n’ Pepa, mastered the Swift maneuver (that’s Taylor, by the way) and none of it worked.

At my wit’s end is when mom caught me staring at a vent in the hallway between bites of Fruit Loops. Calculations and assumptions of what would stand between me and the other side seemingly apparent on my thinking face as my milk turned pink and the cereal turned squishy, because mom shook her head slowly without lifting her eyes from a newspaper.

While, when she did lift her gaze, there was a distinct glint in her green eyes that could have you believing she was amused, her tone told me all I needed to know when she said, “Don’t even think about it if you love your eyebrows.” Which I really do (I have part of my namesake to thank for that - she never once let me take a tweezers to them no matter what the trends said) so, Operation Vent was out.

But a threat such as this was an obstacle of child’s play proportions. Potential eyebrow removal standing between me and information? It was fuel to an already raging fire, a carrot in front of a bunny, a tailored suit and a shaken not stirred martini before the finest double o seven.

So, on the morning of my mother’s birthday, the day before me and my brothers were to head off to school for our Senior year, I knew it was my last chance.

I was careful to avoid the creak of the floorboard directly to the left of my bed as I semi-rolled off of it.

Landing on socked feet, I held my breath as I glanced up at the bed across from mine. The eldest of all my siblings and us Goode kids, my sister Collins, was still asleep. Her chest rose and fell evenly under a buttercup yellow duvet and flat palms, her straight brown hair fanned over her pillow and framed her peaceful face.

She looked like a goddamn Disney princess even in her sleep and I’ve hated her since we were kids for it.

I hated her even more when my fingers had barely touched the cool metal of our door knob and her whisper sliced through the silence sharper than any knife my Grandpa had taught us to throw.

“Whatever it is you’re about to do, it’s not a good idea and you should go back to sleep.”

“I’m just going pee,” I lied easily.

She rolled her gorgeous eyes from her pillow, still laying on her side.

Collins, of all my siblings, is the most made to be a pavement artist. She is a natural at blending, at becoming whoever she needs to be, but her eyes have always given her away. They’re a soft and warm brown most of the time, but depending on what she’s wearing or the lighting around her, touches of green and blue come out. But no matter what color they are, they’re far too expressive.

Amusement and maybe a little pride shown in them then, her hands roamed under her cheek and her legs tucked up under the sheets as she spoke. “You have your lucky shirt on, and your lock picking set in your pocket. But sure, you’re going to the bathroom.”

“You never saw me,” I whispered, and practically somersaulted (to avoid the door hinges squeaking) out of the closest thing either of us had known to a childhood bedroom.

Spies aren’t totally devoid of feeling and emotion like the movies and novels would like you to think. They’re humans too, and crave and need a place to call home - they just need to be more careful about it, is all.

Growing up, we moved around DC a lot, but I’m sure our actual address was in California or Idaho or something. Grandma and Grandpa took care of us quite a bit when we were really little. One of my earliest memories is Grandpa teaching me the signs for when grilled cheese is ready to flip while also teaching me the exact spot to press with a precise pressure that makes your enemy release without control (a method he so humbly calls The Zach Attack, by the way) at their ranch in the Midwest.

There, and here, are the only two safe houses I’ve returned to. This one, close enough to school and DC, but not too close, is my childhood home if the life of a spy allowed such a thing. Sometimes, when I think about this place, I’m filled with an undeniable grief that makes my chest ache with something heavy. Because I know that one day, and maybe one not so far off, I’ll never return to it.

This is not where, if I choose to have them, my kids will take their first steps. A boyfriend won’t show up on this doorstep with flowers and a handshake for my dad. There aren’t lines of mine and my siblings' heights tracked, there aren’t framed photos hung on the walls, there is no attic full of boxes of baby clothes or memories too fond to get rid of.

Sure, there’s still little touches of our family here though. A dent in Andy and Peter’s room from where I flung open the door repeatedly hitting the knob into the wall. Peeling stickers of rock bands Peter and I plastered on the underside of the shelf in my closet. Scratches and scuffs on the hardwood from chairs being pushed away from the huge gathering table. A bright blue nail polish stain on the carpet in mom and dad’s room where Leia and I spilt it. We all give the fridge an extra bump with our hip to make sure it stays closed and we hit the top of the entrance to the living room as we pass underneath it.

It’s my home. And like any girl in her home, and like any spy, I know its sounds, its tricks and secrets, its shadows.

And sure, Collins caught me before I even left the bedroom, but that didn’t matter. If I avoided certain floor boards, if I kept low, and I worked slowly, I was convinced I could break into the office without anyone, particularly my mother, ever knowing.

I had managed to slip down the entire hallway without a hitch, and was knelt in front of the office door with my compact lock picking set (an actual compact with the ability to unlock anything, thanks to my Aunt Macey) when I heard something.

Hearing something, in the early hours of the morning, before the sky has really even transitioned from black to indigo, isn’t out of the ordinary.

But hearing something, at a remote safe house, when your entire family should be asleep, is out of the ordinary.

While I noticed the noise outside, I had failed to notice things, plural - my family’s number one rule.

Because I failed to notice the lack of a competing snore with Peter’s and the smell of cinnamon, I’m not proud to admit I jumped when my mother’s figure slipped around the corner from the kitchen and her voice calmly and quietly asked me, “Did you hear that?”

“Yes,” I answered immediately, because I knew if my mother was clarifying if she wasn’t alone in hearing something, it was serious. There would be time to discuss how I was literally caught in the act of breaking and entering later.

My mother stood at the end of the hallway, a steaming cup of coffee nestled between her hands. I snort and roll my eyes whenever anyone tells me I look like her. My mother is gorgeous, undeniably so, and while I may have her dark brown curls and green eyes, there’s no way I look like her.

Especially then, when she looked so much like a regular mom. My dad’s old SIX sweatshirt hung from tense shoulders. Worn navy fabric engulfed her frame, slightly covering rumpled pajama pants covered in penguins. Her brown curls were piled high on top of her head, loose pieces falling free and erratic.

But I knew about the scars under the sleeves, and the prosthetic beneath the penguins, and the look behind the green eyes. She was the furthest thing from a regular mom, especially when a louder thunk happened outside in what could be considered our driveway.

Mom knelt slowly, her gaze on the front of the house that I couldn’t see, as the door knob in front of me started to twist. Before I could even tell her, she calmly and quietly just said, “Dad.”

I’ve always known my parents were good spies, but I never thought I’d see it in action, like this.

The office door slowly opened, and dad barely looked at me, completely unphased as he called, “Morgan?”

He was equally fresh from sleep. A Blackthorne shirt pulled tight across his chest where letters faded and his plaid pajama pants wrinkled, looking so exceptionally dad, except for the black pistol in his hand.

I was suddenly and acutely aware of a real threat. This was not CoveOps. This wasn’t P & E. This wasn’t a fun field trip Grandma had taken us on to Roseville with Uncle Matt. The gun without a safety ready to shoot in my father’s hand spoke the words I’d been fearing for years - this is real, and you’re not prepared, are you Joelene?

“Here, I’m fi-”

Two doors at the end of the hallway opened, cutting her off.

My brothers blinked, heavy lids opening and closing sleepily but awake enough to assess the severity of the situation. Shirtless torsos tense as they both stared at the gun in my father’s hand and then at me with matching hard frowns. Their expressions were the beginning and end of their similarities. Peter’s brown hair was disheveled, curls flattened in some spots and sticking straight out in others. Andy’s blond was slightly less askew, if only because it was shorter. His green eyes landed exactly two inches taller than Peter’s brown, but his shoulders took up far less space in the doorway than Peter’s broad frame. One made to slip in and out of places he wasn’t supposed to and the other to barrel into anything that got in his way in the process.

Collins, who must have determined I’d need the assist, was dressed for the occasion in all black and glaring at me from her spot crouched in our doorway.

“I told you it was a bad-”

The front door knob rattled and my father was pushing me behind him as he stepped out of the office fully. He quickly made his way down the hallway, and I felt more than heard the steps of three of my siblings backing me up.

Dad made to grab for my mother until she held her hand up, all of us freezing at her silent command.

I’m convinced my parents have two different bodies.

There’s the mom and dad bodies. The soft spot on my dad’s chest that’s perfect for a cheek to rest while listening to him read Shakespeare. The hands my mom gently runs over our heads, carefully detangling my curls. Arms and hands that twirl bodies around the kitchen in time with old music, heads that throw back in laughter with ease.

Then, there are their highly trained take no shit I’ve seen things you can’t even imagine spy bodies.

I hadn’t really seen these versions of my parents until then. Sure, I’d seen them fight, we all have dad to thank for our own stances. But this was different. These were shoulders and hips that stood with purpose, strong, planted, but ready to move. Arms that held a gun steady and sure. Eyes that communicated with each other without mouths saying a word. Bodies that were inherently made to protect, to fight.

To kill.

It was in less time than it took me to blink that their bodies transformed back into their mom and dad versions.

The gun dropped to my dad’s side, their shoulders fell, tears quickly made my mom’s eyes glassy and both of them breathed out a name in the way only parents can.

“Leia.”

I’d never seen my dad move so quickly, disappearing around the corner before my mom could.

A quiet and familiar giggle burst out from the entryway, thick with tears as she whispered, “Hi, daddy.”

The four of us barreled down the hallway, tripping over each other and shoving, not believing it was her without seeing it for ourselves.

Mom disappeared next, accompanied by the voice that couldn’t possibly be there, louder, and happier than her first words, “Happy Birthday!”

“What is wrong with you? Why didn’t you call? Why didn’t you tell us? Your dad could have -”

“Because it was a surprise,” my other sister interrupted my mother in a way I’ve never been brave enough to do so and I knew it was really her. Here. Especially when she said, “Where are the idiots?”

If Collins was made to blend, Leia was born to stand out. Even in an olive green t-shirt and camo government issued pants, Leia Goode sparkled, she glowed. Her blonde curls were pulled into a uniform low bun, and I had never seen her so tan, or her muscles so defined. Her green eyes practically glittered when the four of us rounded the corner, and her dimple poked out on her cheek and her freckled covered nose scrunched as she smiled.

Collins managed to reach her first, but we all slammed into her, tripping over the two large green duffles at her feet as we all fell to the ground in a laughing and crying heap of chaos - our speciality.

Leia winced under all of us, quick and quiet enough that if we weren’t who we all were, if we weren’t all still a little on edge, we wouldn’t have noticed.

“Are you hurt?” Collins pushed all of us out of the way, gaze roaming over Leia protectively. Nurse Collins activated and assessing.

“No,” Leia shrugged. But not the kind of shrug that admits you’re lying, the kind that, delivered properly, and with the right expression she currently wore, made you think you were crazy for asking. Of course she wasn’t hurt, why would you think such a thing?

Normally, this expert lie delivery could win awards, and I’m sure Leia thought she was in the clear, on her way to The Academy to collect hers. But, the thing is, our parents are not normal parents. And while many parents seem to have this, like, engrained skill to suss out a lie, spy parents are worse.

Way worse.

Each of them took a step closer, crossing their arms as they stared down at Leia like they weren’t thrilled to have her home.

It was a shared look we’d all come to know extremely well. Without moving or saying anything, they seemed to circle you, pulling out your lie with only their eyes, making you spill your guts easily.

They were good and highly trained, and we were no match for them. We all knew it was easier to fold - don’t lie when you’ve already been caught, don’t lie to the people who know your tells better than you do.

But Leia stood with ease, and smiled. She shrugged again and looked at my parents without wavering.

“I’m fin-”

“Don’t,” my mom narrowed her eyes with the word. She sucked in a breath, and I knew a speech was coming, but Leia threw her hands up in the air with a groan.

“Alright! There was a tiny incident. It’s already healing.”

Andy’s fist clenched at his side, his jaw pulsing as he asked, “What happened?”

Leia pinched the bridge of her nose with her forefinger and thumb, closing her eyes in the process so she couldn’t see how my mom’s lips twitched in the fight of a smile or how her gaze made pointed contact with my dad’s.

It was something we’d all seen him do a hundred times at least and before Leia could answer, Peter snorted, hands covering his mouth as his shoulder shook.

Collins bit her lip, unable to hide her grin. Andy shivered, muttering “That’s scary.” I sucked in a breath, fighting a wheeze and Peter fell against me, laughing harder.

Leia’s eyes flew open, looking around with a frown. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” my mom shook her head, tucking one of Leia’s stray curls back behind her ear, “What happened?”

Leia frowned, placed her hands on her hips and huffed.

“It’s classified.”

Mom snorted and we all lost it. Dad grinned and kissed Leia’s forehead right above where her eyebrows knit together as she whined about how she didn’t get it and that someone needed to tell her what was so funny right now.

It didn’t matter why she was home, or that she hadn’t answered the question, not really. It didn’t matter that I still didn't know what was going on in the office all summer. It didn’t matter that my dad had a gun and had been ready to use it.

All that mattered was that we were laughing, and safe, and together for the first time in a long time.

#we're back baby #gallagher girls #gallagher girls series #gallagher girls fanfiction #the listen series #so far so goode #goode intentions

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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Ok, now I’m starting to think we’re following the same twitter circles because I saw that yesterday too! ✋😂 Definitely gave me pause to see Scara on there when he’s such a goddamn BRAT, which I admittedly do like but that doesn’t make for much of a daddy. Xiao didn’t belong on there either, you’re right, and at this point I’m genuinely convinced your average twitter user doesn’t understand the actual meaning of any word ever, because the gross misusage is legit out of control over there. I’ve long since given up the discourse lifestyle (or so I tell myself cmdkxmse) but some of the stuff I see truly tests my patience for fandom culture nonsense, as well as my self control to keep my mouth shut 😂

The bizarre obsession they have with “minor coded” characters is absolutely one of those things - for example, did you know that there were people trying to insist both Layla AND professor Faruzan are children? Truly, I wish you could’ve seen my face. 😭 Venti is easily the worst offense tho, I’m right there with you on that. It just doesn’t make sense from any perspective but honestly they probably deserve a medal for all the mental gymnastics they had to do to reach that asinine conclusion. He’s just as much of an old man as Zhongli is. His line at the end of the wine festival about feeling like some kind of grandpa should’ve been proof enough of that. lmao

((Zhongli IS my favorite Archon at least partially because he’s dad, daddy and grandpa all rolled into one 😂 but Venti fits the bill too, just in a different flavor. I’m low key convinced there’s some kind of correlation between that and the fact they’re the last remaining two of the original seven buuut I digress))

I like Nahida a lot too, she ended up being way more likable and charming than I originally thought she’d be but yeah, I’m SO ready to move on and delve deeper into the Deshret mystery instead. 👀 Somehow or another there are people who seem to have actually fallen for Al-Haitham’s bio insisting he’s the most normal, plain and unremarkable person to ever walk Teyvat and they’re starting to give up on the their theories but … if anything I think that just made him look all the more suspicious. lol Normal individuals don’t typically have to go out of their way to ensure they continue to appear normal. It’s very … Yoshikage Kira of him. 😂😂😂 Even if he’s not connected to Deshret (unlikely imo, given Cyno and the priest) I’d say he’s still got something going on behind the scenes and I can’t wait to find out what it is. Frankly tho I’m just so eager to go back to the desert again. It’s easily my favorite area in the game so far and also the Golden Slumber quest was just 10 out of fucking 10 imo. I need to know everything, see everything, experience everything. I also miss Dehya … a LOT. *sniffle* What do I have to do to have her top me? 😭

i follow almost nobody on twitter who posts like actual non-art things but the algorithm does like to show me discourse and lore posts (which . . . ok i won't complain about the second but the FIRST)....

GOD he was so . . . he was so grandpa in the whole of the wine event, i love him so much. he is so fun and lovely and also so melancholy at the same time. venti my beloved.

THE CONSTANT INSISTENCE THAT ALHAITHAM IS JUST A NORMAL NORMAL GUY DOING NORMAL NORMAL THINGS IS THE MOST SUSPECT THING ABOUT HIM. please. i don't like the desert very much (i hate the underground and i liked the first half of the desert quest but i am just avoiding doing the second because it's much less fun with less npcs to hang out with), but hopefully the apparently qol update we're getting that tells you the difference between underground and overground teleports will help there! mondstadt is my favourite region followed by inazuma (though the inazuma archon quest . . . oof). i am however extremely excited about SANDWORMS. i just think they will be cool!

#nat.txt #genshin impact posting #discourse cw #genshin impact leaks cw

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ihassheepquake · 2 years

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DC's Stargirl 3.10 "Chapter Ten: The Killer" has aired on the CW, and I'm here to talk about it

I like to call where we're at now the beginning of the end. We've had a lot of major reveals in the last episode or two, and things are finally amping up.

I really love some of these books the Crocks have. Some of my personal favourite stand-outs include: "Parenting from the Sidelines? How to Get Back in the Game", "How to Be an Ally", "Raising Resilient Kids" "Step One: Start Me into We", and "Not Too Tough to Be Kind". I always love seeing the Crocks be genuinely loving and kind parents, but also being real people and making an honest effort to be better than they were.

Goddamnit, I hate it when Sylvester has intelligent moments. Of course, all of the JSA's leads have been so convenient, but how dare Sylvester be the one who points it out.

Got a feeling that what Cameron knows "must be done next" is not the same thing as Granny knows. Yeah, he's probably gonna be pissed (and has every right to be) but I really doubt Cameron of all people is gonna decide that he needs to kill her. Fight her, tell her to fuck off forever? Sure. Kill her, or generally want her dead? Not likely.

Rick, this is concerning.

You know, Grandpa does have a point. They really were defending themselves. Rick is the one who jumped in and started punching. I don't think that they wouldn't eventually strike first if given the chance, but in this case, they didn't. Not to take away from this moment, but wtf Sylvester? Why are trying to fist-bump Pat because of Jordan's death?? Yes, Jordan was a bad guy, but that's fucked up dude. Especially in front of his fucking dad.

Oh cool, so Granny is coming to just straight-up murder Barbara. Rad. But Paula is here to save her and unlikely the JSA, she will kill this bitch.

Cindy's alive!! And she's so unimpressed with these idiots. She's hunting Ultra-Humanite, who we still don't know why he's around.

Batman name-drop! Starting to learn a little bit more about who is (or was) around in this world.

There's something really sweet about Paula teaching Barbara how to use a crossbow. "Not all superheroes fly through the air, some fire arrows" is a reference to how she's starting to see herself (or how she did, depending on her perspective) or a reference to someone like Green Arrow? From a meta-perspective, probably both. In-universe? Who knows.

Paula considers Barbara the only real friend she's ever had, I'm crying.

This is the conversation I've been waiting for all season! And Courtney's taking the fall for Mike, which is so in character for her. Knowing her, she might genuinely believe it's her fault too. Would love to explore whether or not that's true.

The Crocks coming to try and help out the JSA the best they can, without violence. Such growth from them. But also, they may have brought weapons and will try to take Granny & Grandpa out. Granny should probably be put down, but I think Grandpa isn't that bad.

I would've loved for the new JSA to have problems to solve that wasn't left over from the old JSA.

Looks like things went well with the Mahkent's. You know, all things considered.

So happy for Artemis, but the way this scene is set has me so nervous. Something really bad is about to happen, I can feel it in my bones. JORDAN?!?! I knew something terrible was going to happen! The Crocks are dead, Jordan is back, and Ultra-Humanite is still around. It's all bad! It's all very bad!!

I'm just so shocked. And concerned. This is why I called this episode the beginning of the end!! Everything's really bad now!!

I can't even make a snappy outro. We'll see what the fuck is going on here on DC's Stargirl 3.11 "Chapter Eleven: The Bullying".

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honestly mbikmb is actually me rn

the drum - i feel such a depressive cycle everyday and im not getting fucked up bc i cant w my situation but if i could i prob would b!

happy news 4 sadness - my ex lied 2 me constantly + my perception of love is actually so fked up after him and i constantly tried 2 change myself and use sexual stuff for him 2 love me (he treated me like shit and then convinced me i wanted too much from him)

sunburned shirts - honestly i see this as a nostalgia where it ends up not being what you remember, he used 2 look at the sun and he thought of it fondly, but it hurt more than he remembered

stoop kid - its me! im stoop kid! ive been so conditioned to my mother's baby-ing and when i try to be independent im not allowed and then i get yelled at for never helping out and im terrified to leave bc shes constantly saying that i'll fail completely on my own! also in my later "growing up" yrs i watched hey arnold LOL

something soon - i feel so strongly abt this song. trying to do things to keep from losing it + cutting off my hopes bcuz i feel incapable, i feel like the only way i'll ever b seen is to cause problems! break shit! my mother talked a whole bunch of shit about my dad so now i'll never ever see him the same despite him never actually doing anything to me! i both fear and hate him and miss him and wish i had a dad!!!!! treating what im going through as the past to keep myself from focusing on my problems so i dont kms!!!! wanting to hurt myself to have some reason to be upset!!!! wanting to express my emotions but never being able to!!!! if i cant feel better soon then im actually gonna lose my shit GENUINELY! i am completely unable to tell my mother anything bc either it has to do w her and she can do no wrong or its my fault how i feel! (fun fact- i got yelled at in eighth grade 4 listening to help let me go danny gonzalez bc of the kidnapping a girl part and my music is "too dark" LOL (she threatened to send me to a mental hospital on the same car ride to school)) this town is freezing cold!!! i need out!!!!!!! im not allowed to do laundry and my mom barely does it and acts like if i literally have no underwear then its the hardest thing in the world and i have to wait til bc shes constantly too tired (girl i just wore my last pair and im NOT wearing the ones with holes in them) wanting to be somethig more and never feeling content. ignoring my problems w content and procrastinating to complete guilt, i want to leave n sneak out (i literally could ive snuck someone in multiple times b4 LOL), if i dont romanticize what im going through i'll ACTUALLY fucking lose it (im already inching toward a breaking point xP) i hate this house!!!! ive grown up in the same butt fuck nowhere town in the same horrible traumatic house!!!!!!! i need!!!!!!!! to escape!!!!!! so bad!!!!!

guys we're halfway through the album LOL

no passion - this song is actually so depressed dancing 4 me but i honestly dont really listen 2 this one much n think abt the lyrics so no comment VERY EXTREMELY sorry for no passion fans i WILL think of u and listne 2 it more

father, flesh in rags - i love/hate this song honestly, like it kinda reminds me of my ex (scoliosis! his relationship w his dad was a big problem of our relationship!) thats all u get it kinda hurts LOL not in a way of missing him but i get really upset thinking abt all the shit i put up w and forgot abt bc of my SEVERE case of rose coloured glasses

strangers - im actually wanting to create are 4 this song LOL anyway this song is less specific 4 me (honestly i burnt out from something soon LOL) but i too am not gonna last much longer! im sofa king sick of it!!!! all of it!!!!!!

lawns - its okay will my dad left too <3

pow - fun fact my great grandpa was a prisoner of war! he was taken while he was in a plane over russia and there he learned the language in his 3 years there n idk if he escaped or was let go but hes honestly such a cool guy like! love him but he died when i was really young so i didnt get much of a relationship w him but if i was a great grandparent i'd be really happy 2 meet my great grand kid so im really happy i got to meet him

open-mouthed boy - i too call god a SHIT and then scamper off

ne way im so obsessed w car seat even if i dont have much to say and im just saying a bunch of nothing burgers i have so much appreciation for everything car seat headrest has done even w the songs i dont like (im looking at you hymn and famous) i know somewhere other people like them n are also so affected by car wseat and its just like wowzerz! love this band sofa king much! cant wait to see them live in june!!!!!

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"I wish Mom was here to see us doing this bullshit," Goten said, much to Goku Jr's chagrin.

Goku Jr slammed his hands on the last box as he frantically tried to counter his brother. "Don't say that," he frantically said. His tail fluffed up as this happened. "If she was here, the old lady would stop us dead! Along with the old man!"

"I know, Goku," Goten merely retorted. "That's exactly my point."

"Ah come on now, dear brother," Goku Jr tried to calmly argue. "It's just a distortion correction that we're doing. According to the Time Scroll of this timeline, as well as the data revolving around the timeline itself, this entire stash of illegal alcohol disappeared around this time, without a trace," he then explained. His tail is still waving around as this happened.

Picking up and loading the box into the van that they managed to get their hands on, he only continued. "However, according to the distortion here, the one who stole it also happens to be quite an anomaly," he mentioned. "Apparently it was someone who shouldn't exist in it.”

"Yeah, and who was that?" Goten questioned in a rather annoyed tone.

"A version of Kakarot and the Ox King!" Goku Jr answered.

"What!?" Goten gasped.

"Yeah," Goku Jr then began to explain. "Apparently, they were around the same age too. Twenties from what I read."

"But that shouldn't be possible," Goten would then try to explain. "The Ox King would have likely been an alternate version of Grandpa, there's no way an alternate version of dad would be the same age."

"Exactly!" Goku Jr said. "And Kakarot died on Planet Vegeta!”

"Which means...." Goten simultaneously along with Goku Jr said before they both finished. "... That they actually had to be someone from an alternate timeline!"

"Now you're getting it," Goku Jr said. A hint of that Son family confidence in his voice. "Except it's also very likely that it wasn't actually them. Kakarot also died on Planet Vegeta in this timeline. And about the Ox King and the Ox Queen both died before she was ever conceived."

"So what is the alternative?" Goten clearly questioned in confusion.Though he was going to immediately regret that when he saw his brother smile that unpredictable smile of his.

"Why who else, other than the unpredictable Son Twins, themselves, my dear brother!?" Goku Jr exclaimed with confidence in his voice. Goten just gave him an argumentative look only for Goku Jr to shut him down. "Oh, don't give me that disagreeing look!" Goku Jr explained. "Even timelines that are born out of anomalies need to have corrections. And sometimes, that means filling in the gaps in its history.”

Goten rolled his eyes a bit. "As much as you do have a point, we also have to be careful not to make too many changes in the course of history." He reminded his brother, while they put as many of the stashes of alcohol to avoid them from being damaged, and to save room.

"Unless there are people from other timelines, I wouldn't worry too much about that," the other "twin" mentioned as used the last capsule for the last remaining batches of alcohol he could store into it. And putting the last few boxes of alcohol in the trunk of the vehicle. "After all, we're not really changing history," he added, as he tried to figure out the exact wording he could use. It was something related to their mission but just needed to figure out how to say it correctly. "We're.... Moreso.... Actually playing a part in it.”

He wasn't wrong on that part, but he kind of felt like he wasn't really finding the right way to explain what they were doing. And Goten could tell that Goku Jr was trying to explain it. "You mean like filling in as a substitute for something that happened?" He asked.

Goku Jr then let out a light chuckle. "You basically got the gist of it," he told his brother. "And since this is a reality where Mom and Dad didn't exist, we don't have to worry about people recognizing us. And what they don't know, won't hurt them.”

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Are your grandparents going to live with you? Do they know about the baby yet? And Moses?

Oh my everlasting gobstopper...noooo way in hell my grandparents would live with me. I love them dearly, but my grandma in particular is just soooooo...she gets me keyed up and anxious when she starts in on all her anxiety stuff (which she denies she has) that it would be very not good for my brain if we lived in the same house again. If they really needed to, of course I would never deny them and they took such good care of me when my mother left me with them that it would be an honor to repay that but...let's just say I hope it doesn't come to that for a variety of reasons.

They do know about the baby, we called them the same night we called Eli's mama and sisters to tell them. Despite my grandma LOUDLY proclaiming we're both too old for a baby, they seem to be happy for us. They know about Moses (he had a long chat with my grandpa last week about all things Native...apparently my grandpa has been hitting Ancestry.com pretty hard) but they don't really get it, and I think they both believe strongly that Moses is just for me and if they want to think that...Eli will never correct them.

Integrating them back into my daily life will be interesting and I'm looking forward to it.

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One Piece Chapter 1023 - Initial Thoughts

15 Minutes is on the clock

Onigashima reaches the mainland and the fights continue on. Including the Wings of the King vs the Disasters of the Beast

Without further ado, let's get into it

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Vivi cover page is nice, proper Disney Princess action with Karoo being jealous birb again, but now I have worries because last we heard something went down with Alabasta...all those post-Reverie questions

Back to where we left off with the boys being back in town

Miyagi can you not ominously foreshadow Zoro's future pain please?

Kawamatsu's here to save Zoro from interference, and Hyou's telling the Yakuza not to get in the way of this fight

Marco though is a pensive Pineapple, taking a good long look at King as he recalls Whitebeard telling him about King's race living on the Red Line before the world nobles, Void Century and before stuff

Mention of Gods does fuel one of my old post fan theories, but also fuels that the WG kicked King's race out of the Red Line

Izo though out here saving Marco from being an easy target, tbh Marineford did show he was prone to a surprise attack

Asking Izo if they believe in God though in a raid that may lead to their deaths is kinda irreverent right now though huh?

Queen back to hyping themselves up though

Hm? Is there a limitation to Sanji's raid suit? Sanji's saying he feels weird

Zoro wasting no time to banter with it though, saving Sanji from King as Sanji returns the favour with Queen

Queen does make a valid point though, as much as Sanji expresses that he is unenhanced by Germa he can also set himself on fire, I do wonder if it is just part of that enhancement in there that he expresses as his 'fiery hot passion'

Lunarian though, that must be King's species' name: moon people again I bet which feeds my fan theories

Also since we mentioned Germa again what happened to them? Jimbei made it out after all and I wanna see me some alive and well Baeju

I would issue doubt on Queen's claim that their enhancements are beyond Vegapunk's, given how little we know of Vegapunk after all

King's got a special sword too, it can change its edge to be teethy which he used to ensnare Zoro's swords

Wado saves Zoro's face from eating King's spiked fist though

King does make a fair point though, traditional weapons are romanticized but a fight's about getting every advantage you can, Zoro at least respects that since King never claimed to be a Swordsman, while also reminding King that he could be a feral bastard too

Kinda gave me mini Mr. 1 fight vibes there

Oh here we go, potential Zoro lineage time

Kawamatsu and Hyou muse over how Zoro was like Ushimaru when he was young, even down to his style (though that could be more Shimotsuki Koushiro's doing since he's Zoro's master)

Also Ushimaru was Ryuma's direct descendant, which means that 1. Ryuma banged, 2. Swordsmanship runs in the blood and 3. Ryuma banged

Also Ryuma also had the one eye, and it does seem pretty mythical that a swordsman of similar skill and stature returns Shusui back to Wano (even though this should mean that Shusui would be Zoro's birthright and he was kinda forced into relinquishing it)

Also worth reminding that Kozaburo was Kuina's grandpa so there may only be loose relations if Zoro is a Shimotsuki too, we don't exactly know how Kozaburo and Ushimaru are related if it's by blood or clan, plus I still wonder about Tashigi

Over to Jack vs Inu though, and Jack's hybrid form is just...weird

I did not need to see an Elephant head with abs you know Oda!

Both are pretty tired, as Jack mocks Inu saying he has forgiven Zou for the Raizo stuff, since he already destroyed most of it

Inu though with the shoulder toss, reminding Jack that they had to make these sacrifices to get to here

But we're getting the epic speech, and the hole in the roof caused by Ashura's sacrifice is changing Inu back into Su Long

Same thing is happening with Neko, turning Su Long in front of Carrot and Wanda (who I guess are covering from the moon) as he stares down Perospero

And I'm glad Neko's pointing out that Pedro's sacrifice is valid. I truthfully always felt a bit iffy about people saying that Carrot's desire to avenge Pedro was ill-found because 'Pedro killed himself'. Had Pedro not sacrificed himself then Brook and Chopper would've been dead by candy and Big Mom would've obliterated the rest on the ship

Raizo and Megaforehead though prelude with the mention of maturity, that everyone - even the Akazaya - needed time to mature into who they wanted to be

Down to the surface though and the Heart Pirates are on high alert/panic, they think Kaido's here

But it's Momo, and he looks magnificent

Shinobu's aged him up to 28, the age he'd be had he not been leapt through time, but now she's upset he looks like Kaido

There's new fire in Momo's eyes though, the return ascent begins!

Can you feel that? It feels like the last stretch before the ultimate battle of Wano

Sanji and Zoro vs King and Queen hopefully will remain a tag bout, but I am curious as to King's abilities and what's affecting Sanji in terms of the raid suit. It's not bad to have a limitation but this is the first we've heard of it after seeing him use it 4 times. I don't hate Zoro being a Shimotsuki, though I do feel like we could've built to this, plus we're still lacking in the how.

One wonders what role Marco will now play, and whether Tiny Tiny Chopper is due to recover. We haven't heard from the others for a bit, nor CP0 nor Yamato. Our Pineapple does have unfinished business with Edward Weevil tbf so he could make it out, Izo may be a variable in that, they've yet to learn of Kiku's fate.

Also we never did see who that mystery person was did we? Still could be Hiyori

Marco's musing about gods does feel like we're gonna get more about King, and more lore of the world that Robin will love to soak up like a sponge, Oda have been leaving these seeds since Skypeia, and where there are Gods, there are Devils.

We are however getting major death flags from the minks, one last turn to Su Long to enable their efforts. I like how Ashura's sacrifice is not in vain because of this though, it makes me wonder if there's a slither of hope for Kin and Kiku. If anything though the minks will die from exhaustion rather than being defeated, Su Long eats away at you after all, it's probably gonna be traumatizing for Carrot a little but I hope we see some resolve out of her more like when she was in Zou and WCI, I still want her for Nakama.

And then the final coup de grace, giant dragon Momo, it's one hell of a panel and it means we're bringing Luffy back into the fight. But the extent of Momo's ripening is only in body remember, in mind he's still young. But now we have the setup for the final fight between Luffy and Kaido, I'll expect in that time we'll have to try and finish off everything else with the Akazaya, reconvening the Straw Hats, King, Queen, Big Mom, Kid, Law, Killer, Hawkins, Apoo and Drake.

Act's not over yet, less than 15 minutes until Onigashima Falls.

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