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bbugyu · 2 years

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no one could be prouder or more pleased to be by your side.

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this is a quick one! i've actually had this written for about a year LMAO but i never posted for some reason 🤕 anyhow, i threw together a title card and cleaned it up a bit to post as a thank you for 1500 followers! i seriously can't believe so many of you find me worthy of a follow, and i genuinely appreciate it so much. thank you! thank you thank you thank you!!!!!! also yes i pulled the name from THE 00s romcom of all time starring ryan reynolds and sandra bullock and YES i used a joshua picture from canada because that movie is set in alaska (it's as close as i could get without using the gum wall pics ok)

sometimes, days were just bad. there was no real cause, and nothing to be done about it, but sometimes small things piled up in ways that you couldn't stop thinking about. you stubbed your toe on the dresser first thing in the morning after not sleeping particularly well or long. your subway car was more crowded than you liked, and when you stopped at a cafe to get a coffee a block away from the studio, you realized you had forgotten the memory card for your camera and had to resort to filming on your phone instead. you only worked at maji studio once a week these days, and you were always excited to spend some time with yunhyeong, but he hadn't been able to make it in because his sister and her wife dropped in for a surprise visit, so you didn't even get to see him. it was slightly too hot for spring and you could feel it under your arms. the pollen count was too high and you could feel it in your nose. your shoes were too new to be fully broken in and you could feel it in your achilles.

all this, and one of your best friends had just gotten engaged.

it went without question that you were extremely happy for the couple, and absurdly excited to celebrate with them, but krys had asked her half-brother to be her "maid" of honor (leaving you relieved, karol indignant, and sending joshua into a manic and panicked research spree), and asked you to make the cake. she had shown you pictures of things she liked, you knew her color scheme, and you had spent the last four years getting to know her tastes, so all in all, she was going to be the easiest client you had ever worked with. however - and you would never let her know in fear that she would retract the responsibility - the added baking you had to do for the cake tasting appointment you scheduled with her put just enough on your plate to have a looming stress over your entire week.

a recipe for disaster, as it were. and when you dropped your lunch leftovers on the sidewalk outside the loft, the pad see ew and swimming rama that you had ordered in an attempt to brighten your mood splattering over the concrete like a crime scene, you just let out a groan in frustration and planted your palms over your face.

"well, diaz-" you slid your hands down to view the source of the familiar voice, joshua walking up to you from where you saw his car parked down the street and studying the food, hands on his hips to imitate the tv detective from one of your favorite sitcoms. "looks like we got a homicide on our hands."

"fuck today," you whined, your foot stomping against the concrete in that cutesy way you only did around him, and he caught the glimmer of tears in your eyes, immediately dropping the joke.

"aw, baby," he cooed, stepping over the food and gathering you in his arms. "don't cry over spilled thai."

you choked out a laugh as you settled into the hug, sniffling and willing the tears back into your ducts. "i'm not crying."

"you okay?" joshua asked, hand rubbing up and down your back, effectively wiping away your stress with his touch. "do you wanna talk about it?"

you buried your face in his neck, fully succumbing to the embrace despite the fact that you were standing outside, and you had a pretty strict aversion to indulging in intimacy in public places. it felt too nice to let go, joshua's warmth and comfort a welcomed juxtaposition to your awful mood. you sighed. "wouldn't even know where to start."

he breathed out a laugh, squeezing you. "long day?"

"really long."

he pulled away slightly to waggle his eyebrows at you, and you laughed, swatting at his chest. he nodded at the door of your apartment building. "you go wash up. i'll deal with the crime scene."

you pouted at him. "are you sure?"

"of course," he said, letting you start towards the door despite holding onto his arms. "best boyfriend ever. don't you forget it."

you tried to hide a smile. "only because seokmin's a fiancé now."

he pointed at the door. "shut up and get inside before i change my mind."

you giggled at him, making him break and smile at you, but you took the instructions nonetheless, after planting a kiss on his cheek.

the shower felt like therapy, scalding water stripping your skin of grime and your brain of pressure. you took a little longer than normal, water dripping down your face from where it was spraying against the back of your head and neck, letting the incessant noise of it make your mind go blank. after your moment of meditation, you shut off the water and went to find something comfy to wear, but joshua intercepted you at the bathroom door.

"hey," he said, a gentle smile on his lips. "do you wanna go get something good for dinner?"

you blinked at him, towel wrapped around you. "like what?"

"well, i was thinking," he started, letting you step past him into the bedroom to begin digging through the closet. "you were telling me about that high end beef place in gangnam the other day-"

"woo tender?" you asked, eyes big. "isn't that a little fancy for a wednesday?"

he pointed at you. "i knew you'd say that. but i looked into it, and turns out they give free dessert if you get engaged during dinner."

you stared at him for a second, thinking about how you had told him in the past that if he even tried to ask you to marry him before year five you would break up with him, and the further caveat that if he tried to propose in public you would say no on principle. "joshua."

"not for real," he said, making a face like you were insane for even thinking he would suggest it. "i just thought you might like today more if we could put on the 'can't wait for marriage' act to get free food."

you pushed our lips to one side of your face, fiddling with your towel and giving him one of those looks that he could never look away from. "that actually sounds really fun."

he made a fist in victory, backing towards the door. "pick out something nice to wear, i'll match you. i have to make sure they have a table real fast. you don't happen to have a ring, do you?"

you looked over to the dresser, where a tray of jewelry sat. "yours wouldn't fit any of my fingers, huh?"

"well, it's only the one finger that matters," joshua pointed out, eyebrows raised, and you giggled at him. "it's fine, we can find a shitty one on the way."

that made you laugh out loud. "so romantic," you said, shoulder popping up to your chin sassily.

"only the best for you," he winked, finger gun being the last thing you saw as he left.

the statement was repeated later, joshua's tone facetious and teasing as he shoved coins into a gacha machine in your local mall, the pair of you being massively overdressed to be betting on which squishy gudetama your spare change was going to gift you. you wanted the rolled omelet - of course, who wouldn't? - but that was exactly why joshua was positive you would never get it. you had already placed the almost convincing ring that had popped out of the previous machine on your finger, it's greatest giveaway being the plastic seam you could feel between your knuckles, but glittered vaguely in the light in a way that you were sure emulated a real stone. if you kept moving, no one would be able to notice that the silver had no depth to it.

joshua sucked his lips between his teeth, exerting much more effort on the reusable capsule than one would think it needed. he huffed when it popped open, displaying the contents as you both peeked in.

"oh my god!" you giggled, immediately picking the little rolled omelet out of the capsule and tearing open the plastic packaging. "gudetamagoyaki!"

joshua stared at you. "that's insane. i've watched seokmin pull eight of the steamed egg squishes out of this exact machine."

you thought for a second. "well, yeah. we're each others' good luck charm."

he laughed, an endeared light in his eyes as he watched you gesture between the two of you. he put the capsule in the provided bin on top of the machines and fell into step beside you as you left the gacha arcade. "please elaborate."

"your promotion," you said immediately, hooking your arm under his as he took the inanimate animated egg from you to squish between his fingers. "you got the editor position because you came back for a proper kiss."

he turned his head to you, and there was a laugh just threatening to burst from his lips at the sight of your proud face. "right, nothing to do with my years of dedicated work, aggressive networking, and sheer ambition. not like i went to college for this exact reason or whatever."

"exactly," you agreed, as if he had just stated that the sky was blue, displaying your ringed finger in front of you as you exited the mall and headed towards the car. "and you were my first viral video."

joshua's head cocked as he stared at your hand. "now that's true."

you looked over to him. "so was the other one."

he smiled at you. "right."

you looked back at the ring. "this is so goofy."

he laughed as you pulled it off your finger, putting it in his outstretched palm as he led you across the parking lot. "it only has to be convincing for half an hour."

you chewed your cheek, spotting joshua's car right where the two of you had left it. "and i have to say yes to get the dessert?"

joshua rolled his eyes dramatically. "alright, you can walk home."

"i'm kidding!" you laughed, tugging on his arm, and he let a sly smile sneak through his annoyed facade, hand fishing in the pocket of his pants to unlock the car. "i won't be able to say no when you ask me for real, so i might not get the chance again."

a smirk stretched across his face as he pulled open the passenger door. "you act like we won't absolutely pull this scam again."

you laughed, telling him he was so right, and rewarding his chivalry with a quick kiss on his upturned lips before dropping into the car.

joshua's hand always found you. it wasn't even a conscious action for him anymore, you were pretty sure - a habit at this point, a natural proclivity to brushing his fingers over the small of your back to prompt you to distractedly step up in line at a café, or rubbing his thumbs into your shoulders when he checked on you while you edited on the weekends. today, his hand slid over your thigh as soon as he had navigated back to a main road, a sign that he had settled into the drive. he peeked over at you when you put your palm over his hand, squeezing at his fingers, and he squeezed your thigh back when you gave him a tiny smile.

"feel any better?" he asked, checking his side mirror quickly as he merged.

you let out a breath. "a lot better. thank you for this."

"i'm being selfish," he said quickly, making you sputter out a laugh that got him to join you. "have you seen their sweets platter? i need to eat those donuts."

and while the dessert was the purpose of visiting gangnam on this particular wednesday, everything else about the meal was just as beautiful and delicious as you hoped it would be. you felt ridiculous, absolutely, spending way too much money for a gourmet meal on a random week night just for the idea of a free dessert, but perhaps that inside joke was part of what made the evening so fun. being able to make quick eye contact that only had meaning between the two of you, stifling a giggle that made him smile and clear his throat. the plates you had been sharing were almost empty, signifying a nearing end to your stay in gangnam and the question you had been waiting for all night.

"here," joshua said, pushing the entree plate towards you lightly. "the steak was good, you eat the last of it."

you pouted at him. "are you sure? you can have it."

he shook his head at you. "saving space," he said, hand on his stomach and giving you a subtle wink. you giggled and picked up your fork to make the last perfect bite. he watched you stab the last bit of greens and meat, scooping up as much of the sauce as you could before depositing the whole affair in your mouth, and he grinned when you made a noise of enjoyment. "it looks tastier when you eat, anyways."

"this is why i like eating with you," you said after you swallowed, fully savoring the rich sauce and tender meat. "usually i'm the one making other people take the last bite."

he gave you a look - the look, you realized, the one he gave you when he was about to say something brain meltingly cheesy that would always make you giggle and hit him playfully. your name dripped with honey, a sweet song from his lips, and despite knowing exactly what was coming, having already rehearsed your parts of the act in your head before getting seated, you couldn't help but feel slightly caught off guard, heart racing when his hand reached for you across the table and when his eyes met yours. "can you promise to share meals with me for the rest of our lives?"

you blinked helplessly at him, his smile widening at how shell shocked you looked. he slid off his chair, hand still holding yours as he gently got down on one knee beside your table. "joshua, what are you-"

"darling," he interrupted, eyebrows raised playfully at you, one hand reaching back to fish the trinket out of his sports coat's pocket. "i'll always let you have the last bite, so," he paused a second, looking up at you, and you could have sworn there was something genuine behind the almost awe struck chuckle that fell from his curved lips. "do me the honor of staying by my side."

your breath caught, and if you didn't feel the eyes of neighboring tables on you, you probably would have smacked the shit out of him for flustering you like that in public. but you fancied yourself an actor, so instead, you pushed your palm to your face as you conjured tears to your waterline. you even let yourself get caught up in the magic of the moment as he pulled the ring forward, the dim lighting of the restaurant making it even more believable than you had expected, your eyes flashing between it and joshua. you started to nod, small at first, then firmer when you finally laughed out a yes.

people were clapping, you were pretty sure, when joshua scraped the plastic ring onto your finger, grinning wide as you both stood, his arms naturally running up your body and catching you in the kind of hug that could make your knees go weak. and even though you had an innate distaste for the relationship checkpoints society projected on romance, and even though joshua had agreed instantly that he didn't think you were the kind of couple that needed a ring and a piece of paper to prove that they love each other, and even though this was all just a scam to get free dessert, you still broke your rule about public affection. your fingers combed through the hair on the back of his head, and you pulled away from the hug just enough to kiss him.

joshua seemed shocked for just a second by your vigor, and if he commented on it later you would absolutely tell him it was just for the performance, but he sunk into your lips, his hand running over your waist.

he hummed when you pulled away. "that steak sauce was really good."

"gross, joshua," you laughed, gently pushing him back to his seat with a cheesy grin on his face.

it took less than three minutes for the prophesied dessert platter to arrive, complete with chocolate writing that congratulated you on your (fake) engagement and an assurance that it was on the house from the waitress - though joshua was more interested in the donuts than the sentiment. he immediately swiped the pastry through the chocolate ganache script for the flavor benefit, and for just a moment, a sweet thought floated through your head as his entire face dropped in shock before he solemnly told you they were absolutely insane. you giggled before selecting one yourself, swiping it similarly through the ganache, and though you would never say it out loud, there was no one on the planet you would rather devote the rest of your sweet thoughts to.

even if the engagement was a scam.

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trans-axolotl · 1 year

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Sorry that this topic is heavy, but your posts are always very well thought out and I value your insight and antipsych perspective. What are your thoughts on some countries (now possibly including canada) allowing medically-assisted euthanasia for young mentally ill people if they request it? There was a story recently about a belgian terror attack victim being euthanized at 23 at her request. I personally believe that committing suicide is a right that every person should have because I think that punishing suicide attempters is the worst thing you can do for them, and ultimately, it’s their life and they deserve ultimate autonomy over it. Not that I think suicide should be encouraged, either, and having a specific government-endorsed suicide program seems sort of bad…? Like euthanizing young people comes with a lot of ethical complications — but I don’t know how to express why it feels weird given my personal beliefs about suicide being a right. (additionally, it feels even weirder because I do support these types of programs for the elderly (although i know what an ethical minefield those are too)). What are your thoughts?

Hey, anon. Thanks for bringing this up!

I have a lot of mixed thoughts about MAID (Medical assistance in dying) and also about what it means to consider suicide a right and in what ways I think that should play into mad organizing.

Firstly, I think the way that Canada's bill C-7 was written and the way it's being put into practice is just blatant eugenics. The rhetoric while legislators were debating and passing the bill made it clear the way they saw disabled lives as unworthy. In a context where many disabled people are forced to live in poverty, where treatment is often impossible to reach, where accessible affordable housing is often nonexistent, where the medical system is filled with ableism and stigma--it is incredibly fucked up to add suicide as an option on the table when there are so many coercive factors at play. Instead of working to make society more accessible and do things that improve the quality of life of disabled people of any age, the government and doctors are using MAID as a way to completely ignore structural ableism and spread narratives that disabled lives are not worth living. I am incredibly, incredibly infuriated about the way MAID was expanded in Canada. I would recommend that people check out the amazing work of the Disability Fillibuster to learn more about MAID in Canada.

Although I don't think every instance of MAID is inherently unethical, I am VERY wary of any bills that expand MAID like Bill C7 because I think that in the context of an ableist society that already doesn't consider disabled lives worth living and tells marginalized people every day millions of reasons why they wish we were dead, MAID bills will come with dangerous levels of coercion that cannot be safeguarded against. For example, the American medical system, with a long history of eugenic sterilization, medical experimentation on Black Americans, and widespread institutionalization, is not a system I ever trust to be able to handle the power of MAID without treating marginalized people's lives as disposable. (Link to read more about the history of medical experimentation: content warning for antiblack racism, sexual exploitation, slavery, and medical abuse of many types. )

At the same time, I am deeply invested in noncarceral approaches to suicide, and I believe that in order to effectively fight against psychiatric incarceration, we have to expand our understanding of the right to autonomy. The psych system, like many institutions of total control, weaponizes a fake concept of safety to justify depriving people of autonomy. In the context of prison abolition, Mariame Kaba and Andrea J. Ritchie use the phrase "carceral safety" to talk about the ways that police use the rhetoric of "safety" to continue perpetuating a violent system of incarceration:

"The state’s carceral safety robs our communities of the conditions and nutrients that would allow true safety to grow, forcing us into the position of constantly reaching for more security from the very institutions that make us collectively less safe." (from Reclaiming Safety, August 2022).

Similarly to police and prisons, the psych system wants us as mentally ill people to believe that the only way safety and suicide prevention can occur is within institutions where autonomy is deprioritized and any kind of abuse is acceptable if it can be explained as a "life-saving" measure. So part of noncarceral suicide prevention involves rethinking the way we think about autonomy, and prioritizing autonomy and freedom as inherent rights, regardless if people are making risky or harmful choices about their own wellbeing. Suicide should never be criminalized and I think that a step towards decarcerating suicide requires us to embrace the importance of autonomy.

Rethinking autonomy to include the right to harm ourselves is something that I think is an important topic to grapple with in noncarceral suicide prevention, but I think it's one we also have to be careful with and approach with a lot of nuance when talking about it publically. Approaching suicide prevention with a bodily autonomy framework does not mean that we need to support government-sanctioned suicide, does not mean we need to advocate for eugenic policies, does not mean that we should advocate suicide for marginalized people who are already so used to being told that the world wants them dead. Suicide prevention is incredibly important to me, and it will never feel liberatory to me if I'm using my understanding of bodily autonomy to promote suicide in any way. Liberatory suicide prevention includes more than just noncarceral crisis response and helping people map through their distress. It also includes advocating for the material conditions we need to survive in our everyday life, and in my mind, that includes things like advocating for disabled people to have our basic needs met so that we don't have to live in poverty, inaccessible housing, and aren't coerced into suicide through eugenicist bills like Bill C7 in Canada.

Definitely think there is a LOT more to say on this topic and that my opinion is not the only way of looking at this, so I absolutely encourage followers to jump into the discussion.

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tossacointoyourhotmess · 1 year

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Bloody Autumn: The Reign of Jack the Ripper

London, Whitechapel, 1888. A dark figure lurks the streets, a shadow that moves quickly, silently and leaves death in his wake. Five women fall to this spectre who then disappears without a trace. The spectre is Jack the Ripper and this is his Autumn of Terror. Inside you can read about the women who were killed, about the prominent figures of the investigation, and the men who may have been the killer. Find out more about the six other unsolved Whitechapel Murders and read the letters that may have been penned by Jack himself. Included within are testimonials from eye witnesses, police reports, and post mortems, along with newspaper articles and photographs. With this book, you will find everything you need to know to start your own investigation into Jack the Ripper. Available as paperback, hardback, or on Kindle Amazon UK Amazon US Amazon Canada Amazon Germany Amazon France Amazon Spain Amazon Italy

One Hot Day in August: The Case of Lizzie Borden

"Lizzie Borden took an axe, gave her mother forty whacks. When she saw what she had done, she gave her father forty-one." Fall River, Massachusetts. On the 4th August 1892, Andrew Borden and his wife Abby were murdered in their home. Both were struck multiple times with an axe approximately 90 minutes apart. The only other people confirmed to be on the property during that time were the maid, who was washing the windows outside, and the youngest daughter of the house, Lizzie. It was Lizzie who raised the alarm but throughout the investigation she gave conflicting statements and ever-changing stories. She was arrested for their murders but after a lengthy trial, was acquitted. Inside this book, you will read more about the history of Fall River, and the importance of the Borden family to the city. You will learn about the residents of the house, read about their activities immediately before and after the murders, and find out more about the investigation. Included inside are timelines of events, autopsy reports, photographs, and transcripts from the trial. Available as paperback, hardback, or on Kindle Amazon UK Amazon US Amazon Canada Amazon Germany Amazon France Amazon Spain Amazon Italy

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travelingtheusa · 7 months

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NORTH CAROLINA

2023 Oct 11 (Wed) – The bedroom slide needed fixing (again) so Paul spent the morning working on that. We went out for lunch to the Moose Café. The meatloaf was excellent. Dropped a card off at the post office for Brenda & Rick. They left the caravan a few days ago because Brenda’s sister, Marsha, was experiencing shortness of breath and due to visit the cardiologist. She discovered she was suffering heart failure so they drove home to be with her. They arrived to find Marsha in the hospital in good spirits. The medication and treatments were doing her good. The doctor said there was extensive damage and Marsha needed either a pace maker or catheterization. During the procedure, her heart stopped. They revived her but her heart was weak and she died later in the day. At least Brenda got home in time to say goodbye. I had the group sign a card and sent it off. I also sent flowers to Linda. Johnny & Linda were our tail gunners on the Alaska caravan. Linda fell and broke her foot/ankle/leg. It is a serious break and will take weeks to recover.

We invited Gina & Tony to join us for dinner. We went back to the Moose Café because our lunch had been so good. This time, the meal was not as good. Oh, well. We spent the time together giving them advice on running a caravan. They will be leading the Canadian Maritimes next year. Hopefully, they learned some things from us. We gave them our travel guide from our trip to the Maritimes in 2016, our Utah caravan in 2019, and the memory book for Canada.

2023 Oct 10 (Tue) – We carpooled to the Biltmore Estate this morning. We were going to ride with Beth & Marlin but John asked us to be tail gunners for the group so we took our truck. There was some confusion about where to park. Once we got parked, we had to take a trolley to the house. The crowds there were unbelievable. We immediately were reminded of Disney World during spring vacation. We all formed up in front of the house but held, waiting for Donna to get back from the parking lot (her husband had to be dropped off; he had a broken back and cannot walk) after dropping her husband off. After about 30 minutes, we got pictures taken. While waiting, John asked me to tell a joke. I told 3. Paul took the group shot and we all split up to tour the grounds.

There was the house with 250 rooms and 43 bathrooms. The fourth floor had 21 rooms for maids. The size of this place was ridiculous. George Vanderbilt built the “country estate” as a retreat for his friends and family to get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. It sits on 8,000 acres (now a national historical landmark) and has the house, a gardens, a winery, a village with restaurants and shops, a trail ride for horses, and a special display called Italian Renaissance.

We got on line for the house. The line wound slowly through 3 floors and the basement. Everyone was given a hand held device to use for a self-guided tour. As you came to each room, there was a corresponding number posted that you entered in the audio device. Then you could hear something about that room. It took about 45 minutes to go through the whole house; and we never saw the 4th or 5th floors.

When finished touring the house, we drove to Antler Hill Village & Winery. There was a long line winding around to get in for a free wine tasting. We did not do that but did buy 2 wine glasses in the shop. Then we went into the Village Social Restaurant for lunch. They were not serving lunch today. So we went next door to the Bistro, but they wouldn’t open until 4:30 p.m. We found a small café next to the reception area for the hotel. There was a small but eclectic menu.

After lunch, we stopped in the Christmas shop and bought an ornament. It was interesting to learn that 1.5 million people visit the Biltmore Estate every year. The estate is still family owned by the great grandchildren of Vanderbilt. They have certainly turned it into a business.

2023 Oct 9 (Mon – Columbus Day) – We were in group 4 this morning and did not leave until 12:30 p.m. That is so unusual for us. We were basically ready by 10 a.m. and just sat around waiting for our turn to leave. The tail gunner came around with a route change but we decided to take the route we planned on yesterday. The first 12 miles wound around mountain curves then straightened out and was a 4-lane highway. Bear Creek RV Park in Asheville, NC, was less than 50 miles.

There was a bit of a jam-up when we arrived at the campground. RVs were lined up as they tried to back into their sites and/or unhook their tows. We finally got backed into our campsite. An hour later, we were carpooling to town for a trolley tour of Asheville. There wasn’t a whole lot on the tour that I found interesting.

When we got back from the trolley tour, Diane (who rode with us), Joe & Diane, and Carl & Shirley decided to go for dinner. The trolley driver suggested the Tupelo Honey Southern Kitchen & Bar. They had no room inside so we sat out on the patio at a picnic table. The food was good; the margaritas not so much. It was an 8/10 walk to the restaurant and only 6/10 of a mile back. Over the same route – how was that possible?

2023 Oct 8 (Sun) – We spent the morning working on various things. At 3 pm, Joe & Dian came over and we discussed the Whiskey & Water caravan we will be running next year.

The caravan planned a happy hour and travel meeting at 5 followed by a chicken dinner with us bringing the sides. I had to cook the potatoes, then bring them in a crockpot to sit for an hour. As has been on this caravan, the travel meeting was confusing. Then we had dinner. After dinner, a storyteller came in and talked about the mountains and Cherokee history. He was quite the character – white, overgrown hair and beard, with bad teeth, and wearing a medicine bag around his neck. When he was done, the owner of the campground (a Cherokee) told us of his history, his service in the military, his subsequent treatment for PTSD, and his work on the campground.

2023 Oct 7 (Sat) – We drove to Taylors, SC today to visit with Travis and his family. We met them at their house, then drove to a nearby park for a picnic. Noah rode with us (we only had one seat available) while the rest of them stopped to pick up something for lunch. When we got to the park, there were five bouncy houses with various tables set up around the end of the park. There was some kind of fund raiser going on. We bought wrist bands for two boys and Paul (there had to be an adult in the group). Noah, as it turned out, was not really interested in the bounces and spent most of his time riding around the park on his bicycle. After playing for a while, we drove to an ice cream parlor for ice creams all around. Then we left and drove 2 hours back to the campground. It was a nice visit. Glad I happened to check the map and found they were within 100 miles of us.

2023 Oct 6 (Fri) – Paul & I drove to Fontana Dam this morning. It is a beautiful dam at 430 ft tall. The dam creates Fontana Lake/River. We parked at the visitor center and walked half-way across the dam. There is some kind of construction going on but we couldn’t tell for what. Then we went into the visitor center and learned all about the dam.

After the dam tour, we drove to the Tail of the Dragon. This is a section of US126 that has 318 curves in an 11 miles stretch. It was like riding a roller coaster with lots of turns and curves; some quite steep. Luckily, I did not get sick. At the beginning of the Dragon there is a motorcycle resort with a bar (of course), gift shops (always), and a café. There were tons of motorcycles parked in the resort. Buildings that had been built for the workers in 1940 have been turned into facilities for guests. Loads of people were wondering around the place, which spanned the roadway. People were crossing back and forth across the road. We did, too. Parked on one side and walked across to the other for lunch.

Following lunch, we extricated ourselves from the tiny parking lot full of cars and bikes, then drove the Dragon. The tail actually started at a fence line between North Carolina and Tennessee. The route was in Tennessee. I never saw so many expensive race cars in all my born days. There were Porsches, Thunderbirds, Mustangs, Firebirds, etc. All the thrill seekers were out in full force, racing along the 11-mile stretch of road with its 318 curves. There were photographers parked at several curves taking pictures of the cars and bikes as they rounded corners and sped to the next one. We kept pulling over to the side to let them pass us on the 2-lane road. We not only drove into the Dragon, we drove back again. There was no other road to take back to the campground.

We stopped at Ingles Supermarket on the way back to get some groceries. Sheba was happy to see us. It was dinner time. We brought our chairs to happy hour but it started raining shortly thereafter so the socializing was cut short.

2023 Oct 5 (Thu) – Paul and I drove to Great Smoky Mountains National Park. His back is still hurting him. He put on a back brace, which seems to make him feel a little better but he’s still sensitive to any movements that cause his back to spasm. We stopped at the visitor center then walked down the riverwalk trail for about a half mile. We looked over the river then turned back. Climbing back into the truck, we drove further into the park. There were people everywhere! We drove to Clingman’s Dome but had to turn around because we couldn’t find anywhere to park. Driving further into the park, we stopped at Smokemont campground to hike a trail there. We got about a mile into the trail then turned back. We wanted to see a waterfalls but the map didn’t say anything about a falls. In addition, we forgot to bring a back pack with water.

At 5 p.m. we went out for happy hour. At 5:30 p.m. the wagon master brought in salad and pizzas. We went to the rec center and had a meal. They put mushrooms on every pizza! Even though I picked it off, the mushrooms still left a taste on the pizza. Ugh!

2023 Oct 4 (Wed) – The group drove to Bryson City for a ride on the Great Smoky Mountains Railroad. It was a steam engine pulling many, many cars along a 44 mile track for a 5-hour ride down the track and back. We were supposed to have an open air car but wound up in a dining car seated at 2 and 4-person tables. The meal was lack luster and the ride was a long boring and very slow ride down the track and back. The countryside is covered with kudzu, an invasive species of vine. We started out joking that it was a kudzu tour but it soon became apparent the vine covers acres and acres of countryside and blanketed trees along the tracks.

Back in the 1920s, the railroad was looking for something to hold embankments back and stop erosion. They had been using crushed vehicles piled on one another. So they imported kudzu from Japan because it has very deep roots (up to 12 feet). It’s hardiness proved to be a bad thing as the vine went on to cover everything in the area. Trees, bushes, etc. were covered so thoroughly that the kudzu killed the flora and fauna near it. So, 30 years later, they decided to bring in the Japanese beetle, a natural predator of kudzu. Unfortunately, the beetle did not like the North Carolina kudzu version, but they did take to the southern white pine and have decimated the tree. Now, they are looking at importing the natural predator of the Japanese beetle. The docent on the train said we would have to come back in 15 to 20 years to see what new damage will be caused by this introduction.

At happy hour tonight, we played a game of beanbag baseball. The wagon master got really into the game, claiming people who overstepped the home plate when they threw the bag should be disqualified. Then he wanted to name our team the Red Barons. There was no enthusiasm for that. When our team won, he insisted everyone get up and pose for pictures either forming a “W” for winner or “L” for loser. It seemed very mean spirited. If we were playing for a championship or for prize money, that might spur us to be blood thirsty competitors. But the game was intended to be just for fun.

2023 Oct 3 (Tue) – We packed up and left Cleveland, GA at 9:30 a.m. There were initially 2 rigs with us. The third was staying at a nearby campground because they were too large to fit in this campground. They caught up with us a little more than half-way here and we pulled into the Happy Holidays RV Campground in Cherokee around 11:45 a.m. The campground is in the Cherokee Reservation. Lots of businesses in town have names with Indian leavings – Broken Arrow, Golden Eagle, etc.

When we arrived at the campground, the Wagon Master, John, met us at the entrance. The campground staff led us to our campsite in their golf carts. Unfortunately, they tried to park us in a site that we couldn’t get into. There was a pole at the edge of the campsite that we couldn’t maneuver around. After 15 minutes, they found another campsite for us. Unfortunately, again, the site was not long enough to fit our rig and truck. Paul had to park way down the other end of the campground. We’ll have to get someone to give us a ride to go pick the truck up when we want to go somewhere. Very unhappy. ☹

After we got set up, we took our wash to the laundromat in the campground. When that was done, we brought it back to the camper and put the clothes away. Paul has a pinched nerve in his back. He bent over to look under the table yesterday and experienced instant pain. So, we put him on a TENS machine this afternoon followed by Biofreeze and a heating pad. We did not go to happy hour and our friends brought us back tacos for dinner. Hope he’s feeling better tomorrow.

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[tw: suicide, suicidality]

[Nothing explicit and no current intent. Just some thoughts I ought to have thought sooner.]

[also, long text - >800 words]

I am not a Canadian. (But I am an ally. Those people should be allowed by Congress to have their lifestyle choices on that side of the border. But maybe Canadianality should not be taught to children in public schools.)

Maybe this sounds foolish, I do not know.

For as long as I could remember, through the full amnesia (yeah, it already sounds foolish), I just accepted that I would eventually kill myself but not today. It was just the background noise of living and I did not give it much thought. A couple of times each year, I would need to stress the “not today” part, but my thinking never went beyond this. It made life bearable. I knew that if ever things got bad enough, it was an option. (Bad enough again, but I was unaware of this at the time.)

I found two responses confusing, from the last hospitalization. The first was that they did not understand how I could still be alive. The second was their annoyance that I would freely admit that I do have a plan, but I would not share it. The first I have written about, maybe too much; but the second, not so much.

It was confusing for me that they found it so annoying that I had a backup plan. Why would I not? It was confusing for me that they would expect me to tell them the plan (do these pants make me look like a James Bond villain?).

I do not keep the plan in this memory. It is in another memory system altogether, and it does take time to get to it. It is not the safe sort of memory one wants to keep lying around. And even if I had ready access to the plan, it is deeply personal, and we do not share it with anyone.

And all of this just goes to say that this is something that has always been enmeshed into my being. It has been there, and I have never needed to give it thought.

Maybe I should have thought about it before, though. I did think about the responses from the hospital, but I never looked at myself. Maybe they were on to something in their responses.

It was not until I read about the MAID law in Canada that I finally saw what I have been carrying inside for so many years.

In the most recent hospitalization, I was predisposed to defiance. But under this change in Canadian law, “not today” would be the defiance.

Scrutinizing an earlier point, that I do not keep the plan in this memory, I have never put this into words until today. In background thoughts, this is just the way memory works for everyone. In words, it reads like a claim of DID.

In words, maybe this entire post reads like a claim of DID. It is so blatant that I will not bother to claim that this was not my intent at the outset, which it was not, because even I would not believe such a claim.

The plan is not in my memory system. I do not want a plan in my memory system. I have enough trouble arguing that today is not the day, almost every day.

If the plan is not in my memory system, it is also not under my direct control. I can say “not today,” and I can say “we do not do that anymore,” but it is kind of more a hopeful suggestion than a statement of consensus.

We were not recognized as a system. I did not realize until recently that I am maybe more of the child part than of the others. I did not understand how much the other parts had given up on life.

It appears that “not today” was a minority opinion before fusion. That after fusion, “not today” was a provisional compromise that, once made, was never revisited.

Thinking about a foreign law, but one that is only a day’s drive away, has caused a revisit at a time when I have been preparing for a new therapist and how I would explain “not today.”

It is frightening to think that a law applied in ignorance of the whole of the mind would not only have been suggested, but would have been eagerly welcomed. The memory of waking in the hospital bed says enough to me. The reaction to me as a walking ghost, at the hospital, says enough to me. The overwhelming feelings associated with a period that I am grateful was never sufficiently remembered, says enough to me.

It is frightening, but it also wakes thinking that has been asleep for too long. Not just that we could have died under this law, but that we have carried the same law internally for too long.

The Canadians only forced a bit of the background noise of my life into words.

I do not fear the Canadians or their laws.

I do fear thoughts unquestioned.

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Patawad, paalam. | drabble

translation: forgive me, goodbye.

pairings: jungkook x reader

rating: NC-17

genre: romance, angst | warnings: wholesomeness basically (one-liner implied smut),,,,,, until you get to the last line gklasjdfa bUT DONT SKIP

word count: 1.3k

g/n: AHHHHH! my first release for The Paraluman Project!! might as well rename this angsty august (can i get an amen @mintseesaw this was meant to be posted in a few hours bUT IM IMPATIENT LIKE THAT kdsjfasfasf) anywho,, ‘Patawad, paalam’ is meant to be a prologue and an epilogue at the same time and if you guys want to have a lidol backstory well lmk okiiii,,,, yall know im ready to spoil my darlings EEEEP feedback is always appreciated!! ILY YALL

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Today’s the big day.

The church had been decorated just like the way you’ve always pictured it to be - your idea of the perfect wedding finally a reality. Just as what had been planned years ago by both of you, you have decided on celebrating this once-in-a-lifetime event in your chapel - the very place where you two first met.

Four-feet tall pedestals crowned with bouquets of white hydrangeas stand tall and proud along the length of the aisle, while the sunlight passing through the stations of the cross depictions on the stained glass provided an extra burst of color on the snowy flowers.

Jungkook has never been good with crowds, especially not when the audience included their relatives and some of their closest family friends. Yeonwoo, Jungkook’s best friend of many years, takes notice of the man’s palpable uneasiness, and approaches the nervous man. “You’ll do just fine, Kook. I believe in you.” After a pat on the back, Jungkook smiles at his best friend, grateful for the much-needed reinforcement.

There’s a quiet chatter amongst the guests, remaining seated on the wooden pews as they wait for the processional. The benches have been newly varnished just for the occasion. While a number of the invited guests speak to each other to pass the time, the rest take photos of the immaculate venue as they praise the decorations. Perhaps he could mention your unparalleled efforts in his speech later at the reception.

Pride swells in Jungkook’s chest as he remembers how much time and effort you had spent perfecting each detail of the church’s decorations, investing at least three whole days of planning for the interior alone.

Jungkook stands by the altar patiently, big brown eyes scanning the crowd and silently thanking each one of them for having allocated a day from their busy lives just to witness one of the most important days of his life. The man continues to struggle with the event’s actuality, his stubborn nerves gnawing at him deliriously. In fact, he doesn’t think he’d been able to cope with reality for the past few days.

He recalls having dreamt about you last night, unable to sleep a wink after seeing a vivid image of you in a white dress during his slumber. The restless man takes a stroll in the seminary’s garden in the hopes that the tranquility afforded by the grounds will bring him enough peace and quiet to lull him back to sleep.

As he entered a secluded area only a few people knew of (you included), he found you on the swing, swaying yourself gently on the seat. He wanted to go back to his room, under the quite ridiculous belief that it was bad luck to see the bride just before the wedding ceremony. He watches you for a while, hiding behind a moss-covered wall. As he studies your features, he senses you’re just as restless as he was and shortly after, he finds himself walking towards you, unproven hearsay the last thing on his mind. You converse for a good two hours until you deemed it time to go back to your rooms and get some sleep. You both had a long day ahead of you and rest was important. With a final hug, you part ways once more.

The musical ensemble brings Jungkook out of his reverie, the sudden sound of the violin playing making him jerk slightly in surprise. The soloist starts strumming the strings of her guitar to a familiar tune, giving the song more depth and emotion with the melodic sound resonating throughout the chapel. The crowd’s chatter immediately falls to a hush, the audience faces the entrance to watch the highly-anticipated processional.

Wise men say, only fools rush in

But I can’t help, falling in love with you

Your niece enters first, passionately throwing white petals from a large disproportionate wooden basket. Her tiny feet carry her throughout the length of the aisle, sending a half-toothless smile left and right.

Her older brother trails after her a couple of meters away, his usually unruly hair now handsomely tamed with gel for this special occasion. The audience coos at the siblings, finding the duo most endearing. There’s muted laughter amongst the crowd as his small hands tremble, the ring pillow shaking lightly in his grasp. As they reach the altar, your brother, the best man, gives the siblings a high five before guiding them back to their pews.

Like a river flows, slowly to the sea,

Darling, so it goes,

Some things are meant to be

The bridesmaids file in with bright smiles from the side, each carrying a mellow arrangement of baby breaths and lavenders. Your closest cousin, Cassie, who you chose to be the maid of honor has flown all the way from Canada just to witness your wedding. She walks the carpeted aisle slowly, dabbing at her cheeks with the back of her hand as she clutches onto a bouquet with the other.

Next in line are Jungkook’s parents, who are both holding on to each other for support. When Jungkook’s and his mother’s eyes meet for the first time today, unspoken words are shared between the mother and son, small smiles gracing their lips in acknowledgement. Your parents follow after them with your father’s cheeks already red and wet with tears.

As the entire entourage get to their seats at the front, the music stops. All bodies turn to face the entrance. The majestic wooden doors finally open with an audible creek, and the whole chapel falls quiet.

Take my hand,

Take my whole life too,

For I can’t help falling in love with you

Jungkook’s eyes, previously scanning the crowd, finally fixate on you. God, you were so beautiful. He reprimands himself for using the Lord’s name in vain, but at the same time, there was no one else to speak to, or thank but the Lord Himself: for his life, for his family, for this day, and most especially, for you.

You looked magnificent. Regal, even.

He wasn’t familiar with how dresses were described in detail, all he knows is that the exact moment he saw you today, time just froze, as if the whole world paused in its entirety. You were the girl in his dreams. You were the girl of his dreams.

A tiara adorned with crystals and pearls rests prettily on your head, the crown anchoring a sheer, long lace veil that flowed beautifully along the length of your gown at the back. The bodice of your dress accentuated your curves wonderfully and the endless number of baroque patterns sewn onto the fabric of your dress added up to the silhouette your wedding gown graciously gave you.

Jungkook’s mind betrays him for a moment - the vivid memory of the single intimate moment you two shared - an experience of a lifetime that had been etched onto the back of his head for the rest of eternity.

Jungkook subconsciously tugs at his sleeves, racking his brain for something to stop his trembling hands but achieves nothing. His palms are likewise getting clammy, only adding to the poor man’s nervousness. When he meets his mother’s eyes one more time and she sees the emotion swirling in his son’s eyes, she lets out a choked sob, resting her head against her husband’s shoulders as he places a consoling hand on her back for support. Jungkook diverts his eyes before his own tears threaten to fall.

As you finally reach the altar with your own hands trembling like a falling leaf in autumn, Jungkook gives you a small smile, one you reciprocate with a warmer one. Tears start to well in his eyes. Jungkook closes his eyes for a moment, gathering his courage as he takes a deep breath. With renewed hope, he takes in his surroundings and sets another smile on his face, this time more genuine than the last. He spreads his arms and speaks -

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of God, to witness the joining of my very own brother, Junghyun and _________ in the holy covenant of marriage…”

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Hobbit Soulmate Pt 38

‘Mate Rings, new fashion trend? Jaqi Pear, newly named to be added to the King Kong epic directed by Peter Jackson due to be filming soon and star of Beast of Bards in which she is opposite her Mate Richard Armitage, on their latest project a mini series called North and South for BBC have been spotted with matching emerald rings. Myself personally, I love the trend, we should see more of this.’

“Oh my goodness,” you murmured smoothing your hands over your face listening to the gossip news playing through the wardrobe trailer for the Van Helsing film. Behind you the makeup woman was readying your blonde wig for your maid/villager role.

David Wenham however from the doorway said, “Not a clue the lot of them,” the words turning your head with grin creeping out in his crossing the room to give you a hug, “Glad to see you sweetheart, how have you been?”

In his lean back against the makeup counter already in full costume Hugh came in smiling as well, “I want to see this ring,”

Giggling softly your arm extended and he came over taking your hand admiring the ring, “Rich found them in a cabinet we bought he promised to fix up for me.”

David, “You told us about that, that looks crazy expensive.”

“It does, and he won’t tell me what it was appraised at either. So, fifteen bucks for the both of them.”

Hugh chuckled and came in for his own hug, “You are well worth the funds no matter the worth.”

The makeup woman asked, “Is that legal? Keeping them?”

Her bashful smile when you glanced her way was answered with a smile, “He found some receipts in the cabinet and tracked down the family and they signed a paper saying he could have them. Spent the whole day tracking them down and planning a meet up to return them. He thought the same thing and didn’t expect for them to say he could keep them.”

That had her chuckling in relief, “Sorry, parents are contract lawyers, second nature.”

You giggled shaking your head, “Oh no, I get it, my dad insisted I take a course on contract law too so when he found a music box and expensive pens and gloves in there too I was glad to hear he hunted them down, ‘cus those can go for thousands to collectors.”

Hugh, “At least there was a receipt there, had a friend who got taken to jail for trying to have a necklace he found on the beach to be reset to a necklace when it was reported stolen. That can go mad so fast.” He said watching while the woman got to braiding your hair back for the wig cap to go over. “Did you get enough sleep?”

“Ya, off yesterday since we’re switching back to day shifts for me in a few days, you?”

“Yes,” the pair smiled in replying remaining there for your basic makeup to add some exhaustion to layer the role of living in such a dangerous place. Simple wardrobe was added with your things locked up for you to be driven to the right town set. A sharp whispered “Yes,” had David chuckling at the Director stating he wanted you and David to have a steamy kiss after his request to sleep with your character.

Lowly he said, “You are not happy about this when I’m next to Hugh,”

To that you turned to Hugh teasing, “I get to kiss David and you don’t!” Sticking your tongue out leaving the pair chuckling in your split to head to your marks for the start of the scene.

From the inside of the home Van Helsing and Carl acting as Maid to the village scenes fleeing away the most fun of your week did come in the teasing line before the amorous and slightly comical kiss to the post coital scene to follow. Your giggles brightened the mood for those watching after the grueling fleeing and fight scenes filling the day when David exited in a sleeping gown. He came over to fix the couch up to be joined by you in a under shirt and skirt with corset over with a stunning lack of stockings hinting that it was just your under things to be removed in this cold town. Smiles and chuckles filled the talks on the right cuddling position before Carl would leap out of the post coital nest of blankets sending the couch flipping over for you to roll off onto the mat laid out behind it finishing off your blip in the film.

To be honest when all was said and done from the final butterfly inducing station kiss scene Richard milked as long as he could for several ‘options’ to end off the North and South Series and back to the beginning. Back when John and Margaret are just being intermingled through her father’s lessons with him the Mate Ring rumor did seem to be the best angle as you were told by his Agent at least. True it was best to seem available to an extent and to have a bond to his Mate while being presumed available did grant Richard some freedom for his image and even more so for yours. Which once you thought about it only enforced that you both could manage to keep your relationships somewhat private compared to other public couples. Both Jens and Naomi, the latter who just jumped from a relationship with Heath Ledger to Liev especially you could see just blasted across the news back home. True babies would one day give it away but there were always ways of trying to bolster that security by utilizing your camouflaging family if you had to.

On the eve of your arrival back in Canada once in bed you hung up the phone having heard that in your flight out of England Beast of Bards had over its opening weekend in Eastern Europe and Asia broke out $33 million in earnings adding even more to the grand title for the last stretch of it being in theaters. A fact that through Peter had bolstered hopes in his production team for King Kong even more that you could pull off something of this magnitude since the indy film had earned more than ten times the 15 million put in it to shoot it and was still gaining.

Wonderfalls beckoned you back again to set with a weekend pop by to drop in on the X2 premier that Lee would join you at while Richard tried to find a way to slip another trip back out to Canada into his schedule between is next few auditions. Nice and cuddly Richard soaked in all he could as for time with you and his family together eager as ever to have the big day come. Where all the relief came in just asking the question the gaping canyon of possibilities as for what the ceremony might be one day no one could tell, especially should you take hints from the fellow big name actors you had befriended with plans brewing for their own ceremonies. No matter what you had truly wished for deep inside he knew it would be something special between the pair of you without pomp or fanfare for the guests emptying the ceremony’s true meaning. The pair of you didn’t like to be the center of attention outside of character, but for one day who really knows what plans might come up.

Nearly tackled by Tracy in glee at your news the show was off on a roll again with Lee prouder than ever to tug you close to his side soaking up all the time with you he had until his work and your work tugged you in opposite ends of the world again. Easily melting back into the show to get to the more absurd episodes even bringing you into the path of some exotic birds you loved to get a closer look at on the episode you had to pretend one of them attacked you. That had to be one of your favorite ones to lead up to as the zoo that you were to film in gave you all a private tour, and even seeing the same animals a million times there was just something about a zoo that brought out your inner child. Right up there with museums and aquariums and planetariums you frequented on their discount and free days out in New York whenever possible.

Guest stars began to roll in and with the day you were filming a debacle between two women each claiming to have gone over the falls some decades prior a bout of unplanned rain had given you all an early afternoon off. Once changed again your eyes lingered on your ring and Tracy smirked moving closer saying, “Saw that. Admiring it again? It is stunning, if I got a ring like that I’d stare at it for a few days minimum.”

With a chuckle you replied, “Rich said when he got the rings the shop he got our rings cleaned at said I could drop by to pick out a wedding band.”

“Ooh, I smell a shopping trip,” she said with a smile making your creep out, “Come on, we’ll grab Lee and have some fun adoring some shiny things.”

Her arm looped in yours and together with the surprisingly excited Lee you were off to the expensive brand of jewelers. Where Richard had been mistaken as a non-earning slob right away your face had the two suited men perking up, even the woman currently helping another woman choose a necklace. The focus right off triggering your smile reflex on the stroll through the amply lit shop full of cases holding tons of shiny things, all of which you stole glances at along the way. “Miss Pear, welcome, how might we assist you today?”

“Well, some months back by fiancé brought our rings in to be cleaned up and while he was waiting the topic of wedding bands came up. He was told I could drop by to browse a bit on styles.”

Salesman 1 with a buzz cut, “You are welcome to look through any of our selection, any time.”

The Manager crept over asking, “Did you have any hint of what you might be looking for?”

“Yes, my cousin for her wedding band has an eternity band with hearts and I was thinking of one with emeralds, and maybe an onyx one to match his ring a bit.”

In the move of your hand to the top of the case between you the Manager drew in a quick breath recognizing the ring right away and smiled offering his palms upwards to accept your hand, “Yes, I remember this masterpiece.” Smiling wider in tilting it side to side seeing it was still well taken care of, “An eternity band will suit it perfectly.” He released your hand and asked, “Have you had any thoughts to carat size?” gesturing your group to the next row of cases that he walked around his to enter that ring of glass walking right to the section of eternity bands.

With a key ring he opened the case to bring out a row of options, after a quick inhale you replied, “Not really, I’ve never been very, attentive I guess, to jewelry and all that till I met my fiancé. He actually got me my first bracelet that wasn’t made from string, so very new to this.”

The Salesman snuck in asking, “Well this would not be the first time a man wants to bring his love to a better livelihood.”

Lee almost said something until you said, “Not so much that, just most of my money went into my University studies while he’d already graduated when we met.”

The Manager smiled saying, “As it should be, and now you have your name in lights and require something lovely to flash to the cameras. How the world took this as anything but an engagement ring I have no clue.”

Tracy said, “All in all her and her guy outside of characters love their privacy so this way the plans won’t be hounded by cameras.”

Lee grinned as you said, “If anything we could always run off and elope in a horse costume.”

Lee, “Oh we could do better than a horse for you.”

The Manager said, “We do not have any colored heart eternity bands in store however we can order anything you like to custom.” The first row of rings was lifted for you and he said, “We have open designs, or full stones.”

Tracy said, “My mom loves open rings like that.”

Lee in a reach over shifted your hand for his view saying, “Might be a bit big.”

You nodded and said, “Also, I don’t think it would match to have all the metal visible around the stones.”

The Salesman smiled saying, “Very true observation your stones are seamless.”

Luring the Manager to bring over the next row while the Salesman put that one away, alternating directions the hearts on the next ones in sizes from large to small. Beside those came a selection with hearts on bands all upright and a third with them laid sideways. “I really like the sideways ones, my cousin picked the up and down alternating style.” Unlike the alternating hearts these hearts were formed of three stones each, a square and two rounded off squares upping the carat weight but keeping the size from being ridiculous.

Tracy, “I think the small one is a bit too small,”

Lee pointed at the one in the middle, “I think that size would work,”

The Manager lifted the ring out and passed it to you smiling as you did ease it on and the duo around you joined you in eyeing the ring in comparison to your engagement ring. “Doesn’t match,” you muttered to yourself.

The Manager said, “I do believe this one would fit the best myself.” Accepting the ring you took off trading it for the largest one. “A nice one point seven five carat for each heart set to go with your eight and single carat stone ring.”

“I do like this one.”

You said and with nods your friends agreed with Lee asking, “Were you thinking green, white or groups of colors to fit the black?”

On a diagram sheet from the Salesman the Manager showed you a few options while you eased off the band to not forget you were wearing it while the Salesman hurried off with a lift of his finger. Back to you he brought a choice of bracelets of round stones in various combinations of emeralds, onyx and diamonds, “Just for the color schemes.”

Tracy asked, “Were you thinking more emeralds?”

“I think maybe more diamonds and onyx.”

Lee tapped one, “I like this one,” he said tapping the bracelet with three diamonds next to three onyx stones, “Maybe pop an emerald in the middle of the onyx.”

“I like that idea, nice pattern.”

The Manager said, “Very lovely choice. And with this size the pricing will be fitting, four grand for stones will be a fine partner to its $800k engagement ring. Now to choose metals, I will get the samples.” Hurrying off while the Salesman took the bracelets back Lee’s brows furrowed in the drop of his and Tracy’s jaw while you subtly gripped the belt on his side.

Barely above a whisper you asked, “$800k? That’s over my whole check for the show!”

Tracy whispered, “That’s a house, two houses down south.”

“And four cars. You could probably buy a plane for that! I have house, plane and cars on my finger.”

Lee looked you over murmuring, “How do you do that? First Porn Man stash, then you found that cabinet for under twenty bucks.”

Tracy, “You’re taking me furniture shopping after this.”

“It’s not every time.”

Lee cut in as you let go of his belt, “There was two hundred in the cushions on the lounges you picked for me.”

Tracy, “How do you know? Is there like a glow? Because this role for you is seeming perfect if you have a voice telling you to buy this stuff.”

“It’s,” you sighed at her brows arched up curiously, “My uncles call me money bunny.”

Lee, “Why? They refused to explain.”

“I used to be the one to find lost wallets or keys since I was three. No glow or anything, even found a lost watch my gramps lost in the fields gathering the sheep in a storm. Dad’s the same way.”

Tracy, “After this,”

The Manager returned and choosing 24 karat white gold to match the other ring he got to finalizing the order sheet for the now 5.5k ring and the more he filled out the more your heart raced having picked all this out without Richard. He did tell you to browse and see if you could think up what you wanted but you sure hoped he wouldn’t feel left out of the designing process where you might not have felt the weight you were feeling now to have to dip into your savings to pay for this right away. Though the Manager said with a smile, “This ring should take five weeks to complete, if you would give us a number to contact you at when it is complete.” His grin crept wider, “Normally we ask for a deposit but for our elite clientele we waive that restriction and have much better terms for credit when the pieces are ready to be picked up or delivered.”

It all was a bit awkward to simply leave with a receipt slip for the walk to the second hand shop. Through the aisles you wandered until you stopped at a jewelry display. And from the selection between two boxes you pulled open a hanging display case to find a necklace of nine strands of what looked to be jade flat beads secured by a golden clasp you lifted and turned to show Tracy like the bloodhound she and Lee had been treating you like. Seeing you had brought something to show them the pair turned and Tracy lifted the ends of the necklace that parted her lips. After stealing a glance towards the shop owner behind the distant counter she leaned in whispering, “Is this real jade?”

Mid shrug you said, “You said see what I end up picking. It’s something.”

Lee and her shared a glance and he found the price tag saying, “7 bucks, and it’ll pop on you against your skin, for the premier of the show, could be nice.”

She nodded and pointed to you, “I know you, there’s something to this. I’m buying it.” She led the way to the registers, a few feet away your hand reached out for a butterfly shaped decoration out of painted wood you picked up and brought over to set beside the necklace she decided to wear out once the tag was cut off. Food was picked up on the way back to your place where she’d planned to get a taxi to get back in time for a late brunch with her parents that had flown in to visit her. “So are you gonna tell me-,” gripped around the waist she was tugged out of the way by Lee behind you with a loose dog that you turned and ducked to grip the collar of for the massive hockey player chasing the peppy husky. Off to the side her arm swung and open mouthed she gawked at the bag that collided with the brick building behind her while you tried to calm the husky now bounding around and between your legs wiggling for attention from his new friend. “My butterfly,” she murmured as the man came to a stop in front of you.

“I am so sorry about Leap Frog. Just took off out of the car, his first road trip.”

Shaking your head you giggled saying, “No problem, my cousins puppies were all the same way.” You said handing over the leash while he all but paled realizing who you were.

“Thank you,” he murmured again and turned to head back to his car with the dog where his friends were waiting for him.

Inside the bag Tracy peered and open mouthed she eyed the broken pieces of the butterfly then looked at you, “You have got to be kidding me.” You looked from her to the bag she pulled a folded wad of cash out of and you simply shrugged and she shook her head dropping it back into the bag before anyone else could see it. “You got skills. Like able to sway millions of cult followers skills.”

“Oh ya, come on up to my place, I got some kool-aid.” That had her rolling her eyes through your shard giggle, “When we die we get a whole bushel of golden geese and a bunch of mountaintop villas with a one of those terrifying pools that drops into a waterfall with a hele-pad and all the frills as our place as Kings of all the universes and dimensions.”

Teasingly she replied, “I got plans, so I’m gonna have to rain check on the kool-aid.”

“Missing out,” Lee teased while you smirked saying, “Have fun looking into that jade.”

“So how’s your day going?” Richard hummed through the line while soaking in the bath washing off a long muggy day of auditioning for some more ridiculous commercials and a spot on another tv show as yet another stunning adulterer.

“Had to call it early for rain and Lee and Tracy came with me to that jewelry shop you mentioned.”

“You saw what I mean then? Right in the door judging.”

“Oh yes and pushy. Which is what I was getting to,” you said seated while stirring your food up into a jumble waiting for it to cool.

“You picked out what you wanted?”

“Yes, and before I could say I’d come back with you later they wrote up the ring to be made.”

“Just determined for commission aren’t they.”

“And that’s the thing, five and a half grand total and they let me walk out without a deposit, apparently I’m elite clientele now fitting for their credit. Don’t know me from Adam, but it’ll be done in five weeks is what they said.”

“Good, should be there in three.”

“I don’t think it works like that.”

Lowly he chuckled, “I’ll be there in three, Dearest.”

“Oh, oh, you got a ticket back?” You squeaked our happily smiling at your empty apartment and muted tv.

“Yes, just for two and a half weeks but I get to see you before you fly out to New Zealand for Peter. Then when my shows are done I can fly out there with you for the tail end of that maybe take him up on his offer as a doomed extra.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, now, details about this stunner you drafted up, my Dearest Love.”

“Ok,” you smiled repeating the details of the ring warming his heart even more at the symbol of marriage you would be wearing sometime in the future that was coming up to being planned.

“Simply fantastic choice, and don’t worry on the price I have it and the Bard should be out of theaters soon so we can set part of that aside for any possible other nuptial plannings or purchases you feel up to.”

“What else, oh right, a dress and all that.”

Again he chuckled saying, “If need be pick a few options and if funds run thin I’ll pick the most forgiving to wear myself.” That had you laugh through his chuckle and he added, “I’d wear anything to marry you.”

“If I did have spares I’d make my cousins wear them. Go for traditional, confuse those demons after us.” Widening his smile imagining what you might want to wear for the distant big day.

“Any weird roles today?”

“There is one where I’m dancing with limes.”

“Wow,”

“Floor cleaners, odd ones, are you doing well otherwise?”

“Weird dream I saved William Shatner from drowning and then he turned into a llama and hopped into a convertible and drove off with Burt Reynolds.”

“Wow,”

“So weird. Just an odd day, and Tracy had me take her furniture shopping thanks to finding out I have a house, airplane and five cars on my finger.”

“They told you the price?! Oh Love, you deserve it you know that.”

“I, know, just, I’ll handle the price tag when I get over my heart attack of a paycheck for Kong and whatever Bard is going to be with our two percent box office check. Gran called and the managers are thrilled, said that it’s climbed to over $200 million, so whatever that stops at-,”

“I love you, clearly they didn’t expect you to turn a phenom and blow this out of the water like this.”

“As if your brooding didn’t have anything to do with it Mr Blue Eyes.” Making him chuckle again. “You are going to be quite famous ya know when this is on disc and everyone can see your face on movie shelves instead of just at the theaters. Not to mention when they see you as Mr Thornton.”

“I prefer you being the famous one and I just happen to be talented enough to have producers pick me to have your name attached as hey we hired Miss Pear’s Boy Toy.” Again he chuckled through your giggle knowing he was beaming proudly at the still lingering title. “Has your dad talked to you about his plan yet?”

“Plan?”

“About the brownstone the Landlord has out there?”

“I mean, I know about it, but, he has a plan with it? Like an actual plan?”

Again he chuckled lowly, “I love you, you know that. I suppose it was meant to be a surprise then when he dropped by again. Said he wanted to take you out there, Landlord had the wiring, plumbing, water heater and ac updated for it. Plaster should be redone when you get back as well.”

“How, do you feel about that?”

“I think it would be a home for you to own that I could cuddle up to you in. I do like the idea, we stay in mine out here and I want you to have a place where when we’re all there in New York with tons of space. It sounds amazing I know we can make it a home and there’d be tons of space for all your stuff from the apartment there and ours in Canada. Plus, Lee’s been having it rough with rent.”

“Ya,” you chuckled out, “I fronted him some cash on his place here he forgot Will had a card on his account and he ordered some ‘really rad sneakers’.” Making Richard chuckle, “Rules have been set, lesson learned on both ends. He is doing well though his parents are pleased he’s still alive.”

“Have you told him yet about the place?”

“Not really, I mentioned it that Dad had talked to the Landlord about it. He was flipping through our fuzzy channels at the time for something recognizable.”

“I am going to love cuddling with you to that cable, no lies, you will too. Just imagine those romances you love without z shaped heads on the lovers.” Luring a giggle from you.

“Imagine that, all those actors actually having heads.”

Spenser Breslin was the latest famous guest to drop in and on one of your night shoots this week between takes of a dinner between your on screen love interest and the Russian mail order bride who made him and you food the bag you’d tucked in the cupboard of your trailer began to ring. “Oh shit,” you said easing up out of your chair to the Director’s chuckle, “Thought I shut it off.”

You said about your phone and from the bag nestled between his and hers you pulled the phone to silence it only to mutter, “Why is she calling me? She never calls me.”

The Director said glancing at the teen seated on the couch bench you had left reading a book he’d brought, “Go ahead, we have to shift lights for Spence’s entrance.”

Answering the call from your cousin all eyes shot to your phone you pulled from your ear at the loud shrieking sea of obviously more than one of your cousins. “Bell,” You said easing the phone closer to your mouth but not your ear. “Not a dolphin.”

Muffled in a group the group shouted, “UNCLE’S ... NOMINATED!!!”

Their shouts died down and you brought the phone closer to your ear trying to make out the gist of what they all were saying. “I got ‘nominated’ and ‘uncle’, which uncle?”

A collective throat clearing was had and they said, “OUR UNCLE!!”

“Oh, your, my dad got nominated for something? What?”

One apparently chosen cousin said excitedly, “Uncle Joe got a letter today from MTV that he’s been nominated for the Best Villain Award!”

“No! Where is he?”

“We tackled him when he read it, so he’s hiding in the barn.” They all giggled out making your smile creep wider.

“When is it?”

“End of the week out in New York.”

“Least it’s not in LA, he want to go?”

“He has to! And he’s got a plus one!”

“Well I wasn’t gonna send him alone.” You glanced over at the still staring group smiling as you said, “Actually on set, but I’ll call him after I get off and love you guys try not to drive him up a tree.”

Giggles followed and they shouted, “LOVE YOU TOO BUNNY!!” Then promptly hung up making you shake your head and shut off the phone you put away again.

Joining the others with an excited squeak to your voice for a moment you said, “Dad got nominated for best villain from MTV.”

“Oh that’s awesome!” Rippled around while you took your seat again.

“Yes, his first award on acting sure he’s thrilled once my cousins stop swarming him.”

Spencer joked, “Well I’d be scared too if I had dolphins in my family.”

That had you giggle, “They don’t mean to be like that, just happens when they’re excited. “Quads, about your age.” You said bumping Spenser’ arm.

Love interest asked, “Quads?”

“Four babies at once.”

“How-?” He asked with voice trailing off in astonishment.

“I have a lot of cousins, mostly twins or higher.”

The mail order bride asked, “Scared to ask how many siblings you have.”

“Just me, lost mom when I was little. I don’t think her parents could have handled more than one of me. Got a bit of her unruly streak they battled with for years in her till she ran off with dad.”

She said with a smile, “Ooh, sounds whirlwind and like a fairy tale.”

That made your smile grow and you nodded, “Met when they were young and her parents didn’t want her running off with some rancher from Texas, she danced in the Bolshoi Ballet.” Parting their lips, “Which my grandparents have been on the board for since they retired and she chose the guy they said wasn’t good enough and it was a fairy tale for a little while, even had me. Hasn’t been that bad from them since they wanted to get involved, my schooling helped studying abroad they got to drop in and out when it was easiest for them. And Babu gets to try and spoil me with traveling and shopping funds he pretends to be very cross with me when I don’t spend it all.”

Spencer asked, “You went to a school in another country all alone? Why didn’t your dad go with you?”

Catching his eye you smiled answering, “He took a job on an oil rig to help me pay the difference on my tuition after my scholarships.”

“Weren’t you scared?”

That had your smile creep wider, “Absolutely, and I had terrible stage fright. And I was in England and when I got a job waiting tables everyone saw me as the sore thumb for my accent and my eyes. And I just didn’t talk to people past my Professors till I got locked out of my dorm one too many times studying past curfew and some guys let me bunk with them in their flat. They were from Chelsea all the way out alone in Oxford and I found some more sore thumbs to hang out and bunk with, that helped a bit.”

The guy said, “I thought Lee said you went to Julliard with him and Tracy.”

“I did both, Oxford for my Drama and Science degrees, Daddy said I needed a back up plan. Did that for a year then Julliard accepted me so his friend who owns apartment buildings got me a place and kept an eye on me for fall to spring between summers back in Oxford.”

She said, “I don’t like to fly how can you fly so often?”

You shrugged and love interest asked, “So when did your dad start acting?”

“Few years back, he was going to be an extra with me on the Lord of the Rings got put as an Uruk-hai after his rig got hit in a storm and they had to evacuate it. Been helping him to get work on film since so he didn’t have to go back, and I’ve graduated now so he’s just got baby fever waiting for grand babies to watch after while I work. He didn’t dream of being an actor now he’s got an award he must be so excited. I hope he wins.”

Spencer asked, “Which film did he play the villain in that he’s getting the award for?”

“Beast of Bards.”

That had his jaw drop, “The villain was your dad?! That guy was huge!”

Making you giggle, “Well he’s 6 ft 9,” dropping the love interest’s jaw too, “got his hair and eyes but I got my mom’s travel sized stature.”

The Director gave the signal that the lights were ready and Spencer added his book with the others on your shelf in the trailer and wiggled past your lifted legs to go outside to take his own mark while you readied to be the irritated third wheel and storm to the sink where love interest would come cuddle behind you. Right in front of the tiny window where the camera with a hat standing in for Spencer on this shot would see you and grow jealous enough to try and frame love interest for beating him up.

On his way to his car to take him to his hotel Spencer caught a moment at your side again and asked, “Hey Jaqi?” Getting a kind smile in return, “I got a question, you have all that family back home. Why would you want to act if it means you don’t get to be there with them and you have to be alone?”

“Well, my Mate said something to me once when he was switching from musical theater to drama school to act traditionally. If you can picture yourself doing anything else and still being happy you shouldn’t act. But if you can only see yourself content while being an actor and living with the rough times, the dry spells between roles, the rejections and bad reviews but you still couldn’t do anything else then you should stick in there and put in the work. Back in school they tell us it takes ten years on average to be an overnight success. And the way I figure it I could always call, we mail tapes all the time. So ya I miss home and my family but I have all these amazing stories to tell my little cousins, and if you could just see New Zealand, that trip alone could have fed my fire for a decade alone and I get to go back again for King Kong, with my favorite Director and crew that feels like family. Roles are hit and miss, but I wouldn’t be happy behind a microscope in a job to be back home by nightfall. And my Mate acts too along with most of my friends so we all sort of mesh in together on our own adventures. You’re still a kid, you don’t have to iron it all out now, just see where the road takes you.”

Sheepishly he said, “I do like music. But my agent says I don’t have a look for musical films.”

You scoffed at that, “You think the big bands before the 90’s got universal approval on their looks? No, they had a killer voice and a sound no one could touch, and doesn’t matter what you look like if you got a song in you no one has heard yet you go and belt it out. Someone’ll turn their head. Keep working on your music too, hone your craft. Never hurts to have some versatility. Ten years, you got tons of time.” Making his smile creep out in his nodding turn for the car that pulled up with his dad and manager inside talking about his next plans for travel for another role.

Once inside the taxi a crew member had guided you to they called you pulled out your phone calling your dad with a smile. “Hey Daddy, congratulations.”

“They swarmed me.”

You giggled hearing the sounds of the sheep he was clearly still hiding with to pretend he was busy to go back in again. “I heard. We’re all just so proud of you. Can’t wait to go with you, we going fancy or casual?”

“No way we can’t go fancy. Gonna be in front of people. What if I have to give a speech? I don’t know what to say. It’s different with a camera there’s no reaction from a camera but I’ve seen those shows and there’s a crowd.”

“Well a simple thank you might be ok, I mean-,”

“I didn’t even talk that much on film, and it was mainly to you.”

“Well Anthony Hopkins wasn’t all talk in Silence of the Lambs, had his silent intimidation moments. It doesn’t have to be long. Loads of villains are silently intimidating.”

“I’ll figure it out.”

“Uncle Joe!” You heard faint through the line making you smile wider.

“Oh they found me.”

“Love you, Daddy.”

“I’ll get Jim to help me write something. He talks all the time at his job. Love you Pumpkin, see you in New York.”

Pt 39

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devintrinidad · 4 years

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So Uhm, CAW anon here. I haven’t been into Hetalia for years. But I feel like talking about a few things I noticed back in fandom a lot that I didn’t see at all in the canon manga/anime (though Hetalia itself is just a fanfic of history. I’m only focusing on character and relationships present in the canon series).

Ok a lot has probably changed since the last couple of years in fandom. But back then I saw a lot of depictions of the FACE group: England and Canada not having much of a relationship. France and Canda being the closest while France and America aren’t close at all. America and Canada having a strained if not dysfunctional brotherly bond. Canada having no backbone and being a sad sack all the time or just being a pure angel with no flaws. America being too childish.

I’m going to try to remember all the canon bits to back me up. But I’m mostly curious if there’s anything off and your (most likely much more up to date and informed) thoughts.

Canada and England have a pretty good relationship from what I’ve seen. We’ve sen plenty of material of England being present in colony Canada’s life. He used to cook for him too (poor Canada) and Canada spent almost about the same amount of time with him as America did. Later on Canada chose Enlgand over America when the colonies revolted. He didn’t want to pick a side but in the end he did. He fought against American troops. Was there when England was heartbroken over the fighting. He even acted as a strategist, using his knowledge as America’s twin brother to use America’s weaknesses against him (sending surrender papers inside a basket of food. America was so hungry it took George Washington telling him to resist to not take the bait). Later on when America and Canada were trying to mend their relationship. Canada would get so nervous and have England talk for him all the time instead (which only confused America). England did it without any fuss despite any issues he and America might still have. Overall Canada recalls having a good childhood and England was a part of that. The two might not be as close as America and England are, but they have their own history and bond both are very comfortable and happy with each other.

America and Canada. Fans I ran into often focused on America and England’s dynamic history. But the North American brothers have a lot of their own turmoil and strength to them as well. While Canada might,moan about being invisible and such. Canada also remembers having a very fun childhood with America. So much he remembers how sad he was when America grew up much faster then him and couldn’t play with him all the time like he used to. When Canada told America he didn’t want to fight, only to choose England, America felt betrayed. He loved Canada and wanted his twin brother to fight for freedom with him. Their relationship went pretty sour for a long time. But the two did end up trying to be mature later on in life and congratulate each other despite how annoyed they are at how different the other is.

From there we only get brother goodness. They can bug each other a lot. Canada takes for granted everything America has done and gone through, things that have also been good for Canada. While America likes to mess with Canada and act pushy with him. They do like to horse around and spend time together. Despite their differences, they’re probably the closest siblings in the world of nations. They’ve gone through their bitterness and still chose to be close brothers in the end. They like to play sports together. They like to use their appearances to mess with England who can’t tell them apart like France can. They call each other on the phone a lot. They have a joint Search for Santa Claus operations every winter. America respects Canada’s opportunity and ability to easily get along with others. He also takes Canada’s concerns very seriously and offers reasonable and helpful advice such as how to help his citizens get along. Canada’s opinions must mean a lot to him since Canada is the only individual to make America cry in despair when he went into his 3 hour insult rant against him. Despite his complaints about his personality, Canada looks up to America as a big brother who he always goes to for comfort or help. He respects and admires America a lot and trusts him as his closest confidante (after his polar bear. Not that that bear is ever helpful). Overall America and Canada have their downs like every sibling pair has. But they also seem to have a very strong and stable connection where they can act like brothers and best friends. Sometimes I think it’s easier to imagine America is closer to Canada then he is to England.

America and France. Back then these two didn’t get a lot of attention. Which is strange because there’s tons of material of them interacting throughout the centuries. France used to cook for America when England wasn’t around (I bet when Colony America said English food was as good as French food, some thing broke inside France. The reason America started disliking English food is because France made it his mission to salvage some of his tastebuds. Xp). France has been the only FACE member to stay by America’s side without conflict. Both of them obviously had a close bond since France gave America Lady Liberty and you could see teasing and ruffling America’s hair like a big brother. The two hang out a lot. They go to Maid Cafes together. They seem to have lunch together all the time at conferences since France is always looking for America to go eat together. They apparently also have sleepovers a lot and like to compare different genres of movies. Whatever issues their people can have with each other never seems to affect their personal interactions. France is the big brother of love and that’s sometimes a running gag for jokes. But he really seems to be like a normal big brother figure for America. He often worries about America and Russia’s scary relationship and chides England for raising America to be weird. In a deleted strip, France is preventing America from drinking alcohol because he’s too young (being physically 19). It also gets a bit heartwarming when you recall the Joan of arc strips where France meets the reincarnation of Joan and she’s an American. Almost like America is now taking care of Joan and giving her the opportunity to be free and happy in ways she couldn’t before.

Also while it’s not part of their dynamic. It’s always interesting that when the author wanted to show the Nation’s personal relationships with humanity. He always chose America and France. The supposed happy go lucky airheads who often gain a affectionate yet somber (to even downright tragic) experience from it.

Overall America and France have a nice quiet and stable relationship. You could say while England raised America as a colony. France was among the mentors to America on how to be his own Nation.

I think that’s it. Again my memory might be foggy but that’s what I can recall. =P

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WAIT A MINUTE YOU’RE ALSO A HETALIAN??? AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME???

Okay, I’m going to prioritize this ask/submission thing first because wow, you’re a Hetalian and Hetalia has a special place in my heart. First of all, I’m kind of flattered that you think that I’m up to date for this, hahaha. I’ll have to tell you, while I do know a lot about American history, I’m actually more of a fan of the Itabros, hehehe.

A few tumblr people that I know specialize in Hetalia and have already posted FACE dynamics a lot in the blogs are, but not limited to: @historihet @stirringwinds and @ellawritesficssometimes. I’m not sure if Ella is still active, but there’s a lot of content that you can browse through if I’m not thorough. Also, again, the list of tumblrs that have been associated with FACE are definitely more than I can imagine, those are the three that I follow and know off the top of my head.

To @historihet @stirringwinds @ellawritesficssometimes, I love your interpretations and love for history! If I say anything inaccurate or something you don’t find to your liking, please inform me! I don’t want to spread misinformation and I’m just so excited to talk about Hetalia to my dear Anon Friend :D

If you’re reading this, I hope that you all have a wonderful day! And keep up the great work with your own analyses/fanart/fanfiction/etc. You guys rock and keep the fandom alive. :D

Anywhoozles, what you said here is fairly accurate. FACE definitely has its up and downs. Assuming that you haven’t been active in the fandom since... let’s say 2012-2014ish era, you might have noticed that the common bonds are Canada and France (platonic), France and England (rivalry/lovers/enemies), and the most concerning relationship America and England (brothers/rivals/lovers???). What you said in your analysis really applies within the sense of what is considered to be manga/anime canon, not necessarily historical canon.

In historical canon (if you want to go down that route), FACE is one dysfunctional mess if you want to consider it as one family unit. Every one of them at one point has been at each other’s throat at one point (whether it be at war or just snubbing the other because of politics).

We have:

1. The Revolutionary War (England vs America)

2. War of 1812 (Canada/England vs America, with special emphasis in 1814 because Canada burned down America’s White House if I remember correctly)

3. The XYZ Affair (I’m pretty sure it was a snub in diplomacy??? which actually started a war???)

4. The fact that American promised to help France in their own revolution, but Washington said no because we’re still a new country and all that jazz (...I know this because of Hamilton IF YOU’RE ALSO A HAMILFAN I WILL CRY)

5. And like the entire history of France/England is just its own thing

As you can probably tell, FACE... I think was just a term for the fans to make this makeshift family dynamic that is cute in some respects if this was like a human au, but definitely a cluster of effs if you imagine them as eldritch abominations that were brought to life because of human imagination.

Like, the dynamics can go in so many directions if you want to choose one aspect of history over another.

In @stirringwinds, they often write/draw about America as this Prodigal son who happens to be like the Crown Prince succeeding his once proud father. (America turning into a superpower after the World Wars and the English Empire just kinda dismantling itself because of everything.... OF COURSE THAT’S AN OVERSIMPLIFICATION, PLEASE DON’T KILL ME FOR INACCURACY!

Whereas for another tumblr, @historihet they portray the USUK relationship as more of a ship. Like, the whole brother relationship that is skewed in the anime/dubs/subs (this is due to the fact that some fans take the whole older brother thing too literally because in Japan, you call your elders/peers that happen to be older than you via polite endearments) is more of a... I’m not gonna say paternal, but it was more of a mentor thing? I’m not sure, I haven’t interacted with them much, but I’m pretty sure they ship it. Plus, their art is so amazing and they’re obviously a fan of history because wow, their head canons and their art is so beautiful and detailed.

As for the whole France and Canada relationship, I think this can be further elaborated via @ellawritesficssometimes. I remember reading that France and Canada, while having a similar relationship to England and America, it wasn’t that close or as heartwarming as many fans make it out to be. If you follow Canadian history, I’m pretty sure Canada was under French rule for a sort time before becoming part of the English Empire. Like, Canada was part of the Empire for a longer time than under France. This means that France wasn’t always there, England was. You can further read between the lines about the English/Canadian relationships, especially if you consider the fact that America fought an entire revolution to get away from England because of neglect on England’s part and on Canada’s part.... all he had to do was ask.

Soooooo....

Overall, I’m glad that you told me that you were part of the Hetalia fandom. It’s nice to see that the fandom is still alive and kicking, hahah. That reminds me, I’ve got to finish my series concerning Italia Veneziano, oops. Just wondering, but why did you want to talk about this? Not that I mind, it just seems out of the blue...

Thanks for the analysis and your chat! I hope that you have a wonderful day! :D

Please don’t tell me you want a FACE fic, hahahah. XD

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nunukim-182 · 3 years

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The Stick of Truth Post-Apocalypse AU

Okay guys I thought this Idea for 1 year and I didn’t post it anywhere but the time has come to show this and I am going to show this. you can use this whatever you like.

-Based in SOT Prototype, SOT, and PD Fantasy Deck-

Based headcanons and ships

Red is Craig’s cousin(I will always keep this in my mind) and some new spieces has come out and some of kids has changed their spieces. and the ship is based in Stendy, Clybe, Revin, Creek, Tokole, Brather, Creek, Jela, Franpoo and more.

-THE WHOLE STORY-

Land of Zaron had two gods. One name was Pip, the god of life and the other one was Demien, the god of death. Two Gods created Zaron and they made several races but they realized their people has no emotions. So they made new godess, Leslie the godess of Emotions. People made her temple and they preyed when they are angry or sad. Leslie did listened them first, but she became get fallen because of people’s bad emotions. So she decided to destroy Zaron, and make everybody happy and joyful at the other dementions. So land of Zaron became a dead land and some people became violent. All the skies have been dark and the sun and moon never rised again. Gods tried to stop her but she was so powerful, so they asked human leaders for help.

Some Leaders said they have to fight back, but some leaders said no, cause that is so dangerous, and they were afraid of her. so half of the Leaders fight back, and the others just stayed in their kingdom. After two weeks Leaders and god gave Leslie a huge damage but they all died. Also Pip and Demien got such a damage and the balance between Life and Death are destroyed. People can’t gave birth, and they can’t die easily. Some of had a curse that makes people younger and younger. People who survived prepared to strike back since 2 years.

-After the war-

Half elves occupied Kupa Keep because Grand wizard hated them so much.

Drow elf kingdom’s forest had died half of it.

Fairies had fallen, and their homeground has been destroyed.

the Stark’s pond get dried after the war, and inside there has many ancient weapons. Half elves occupied there too, and they dig up the weapons and sell to canada.

Sun and Moon has come back, but the skies are all grayish.

The crops can’t grow much, they have to peel of trees to eat. Crops and meat are very expensive.

-Characters-

Stan Marsh- he is a human, and he is guard of Drow Elf king. He had survived in the huge war but he got a curse being younger, and Sparky had died of hunger. His age is 20 up, but he looks like 10 year old.

Kyle Bloflovski- he is Drow Elf King. He married Rebecca, the fairy princess. but she had fallen cause of Leslie’s curse. First he opposed to fight but he regret it after the war because Ike died and many elves can’t die even they get such a huge injury.

Eric Cartman- He is Princess Kenny’s Thane, also the Grand Wizard. But Kenny didn’t have much power, so everybody stood up for him. He joined the war because of the fame and strength he can get. But he runs away and Blood elf queen cursed him and his army and he became a fat racoon. He can’t go into his castle cause half elves occupied Kupa Keep.

Kenny Mccormic- The princess of Kupa keep. He is male, but he says he is a princess. he is half Orc, and he is immortal. but his kingdom has occupied, and some of leaders want to have him. He has sister named Karen. He is in his tower, but Butters won’t let him go.

Karen Mccormic- she is a princess of Kupa keep. she ran away from there and live with vampires. Vampires adore her a lot.

Butters Stotch- he was a loyal paladin of Wizard and Princess. but he had fallen and guard the Princess’s tower. Half elf leader Gregory and Dual axe Nelly, Wendy want to meet princess, but Butters guard him so bad.

Wendy Testaburger- She was a soldier, Blood elf’s guard, but she quit and became a leader of her tribe. She was close to Kenny, so she wanted to make Kupa Keep more great once more.

Craig Tucker- He is a spy of Dark Kingdom, and he was loyal theif of Grand wizard. but after the war, Clyde call him to come back, and he saw Clyde had been fallen out and he ran away. He works at Tweek’s inn now. He had cursed and he knew he will die someday.

Clyde Donovan- He is Lord of Darkness, and his race is half dwarf. He is not intelligent, but he has tolorence to everyone, his people loved him. He married with Blood Elf queen, but she died cause of war. He wanted to revive her and prayed, Leslie told him to collect 1000 souls for her. He had fallen out and collected souls of his servants. He regrets this so hard when he collected 500 souls.

Token Black- He is Clyde’s housecarl. But his soul vanished because of Clyde. He helps Craig run away from here.

Jimmy Valmer- He is a bard, but also he is Leslie’s loyal priest. But people didn’t know about it. He makes people make follow of Leslie.

Tweek Tweak- He was a Babarian, and a good Archer. But he quit and made a inn for everybody. He also dealing drugs with some addicted peoples.

Bebe Stevens- She is a Blood Elf Queen, and she was having a war against Drow Elves. She needed someone to help her and she married with Lord of darkness. She joined the war and saw Cartman and his army ran away, she cursed them. She died, and people can just find her bow.

Nicole Daniels- she was Clyde’s Accountant. but Clyde take everybody’s soul except hers because she was smart. Clyde treated her like a maid, but she kept saying good things and this made Clyde annoying, so he made her as a doll.

Kevin Stoley- He is a Emperor of Acient Dragon Kingdom. He used to make magical weapons and items. He was going to marry with his love but he died at the war.

Esther Stoley- Kevin’s twin sister. She is Empress and she ruled her kingdom more than Kevin. Also she died, but she wrote the propecy that 2 years later, everything will be changed.

Bradley Biggle- The High Elf King. He married with Esther but he took his tribe to other dimensions. Wizard Jenny helped him to making a portal.

Francis- He was a nobility of humans but after half elves occupied Kupa keep, he became a slavery and works at stark’s pond.

Dogpoo Petuski- He is a half elf, and he is a traveler. He usually came to stark’s pond for looking an Item but he dissapeared. Everybody said he was seen at the Dark Castle.

Red- She was a Dragon slayer, and she fell in love with emperor. they were going to marry, but Kevin died. She know his sword is in Stark’s pond, and she works hard to find that sword.

Gregory of Yardale- He is Leader of Half elf, and he occupies Kupa Keep. He wanted to talk with Princess but failed.

Nelly- She is a Rebel of human races. She want to capture princess and became new leader of Kupa Keep, but Butters guard there so hard.

Heidi Turner- She is a Half elf and rules the stark pond workers. She has a rumor that she had slept with Fat Wizard and Elf king, but she denys that.

Rebecca Colstwolds- She is a princess of Fairy Kingdom. Mark, the King of Faries and her brother helped her to see many things but she had fallen out.\

It’s very long and I thought this but I can’t draw this in comic it makes me so tired. just use or fix it whatever you want.

#south park #south park au #the stick of truth

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While I was on my mini-break, I saw that the news over the weekend that Tom Hughes is going to play Christopher Marlowe in the second series of the fantasy series A Discovery of Witches has got a few people asking if this means Victoria is no more.

My opinion? Probably not. Although I have posted myself that seeing Jenna or Tom cast in a new TV series might be a sign that Victoria is done, I was more talking about, for example, Jenna being cast in some American-format, 22-episode series, or some project like a major film that we know would take up an extended period of time. The brilliance of the UK/streaming TV model where (unless it’s something like Coronation Street or Emmerdale) seasons are usually 4, 6, 8 episodes (less if you’re Sherlock) and shows are not beholden to keeping to an every-year schedule (less if you’re Sherlock), means there’s plenty of room for Tom or Jenna to take on other roles (just as Jenna did with The Cry last year).

There is also plenty of precedent: remember how Peter Davison, for nearly all of his time as the Fifth Doctor, required Doctor Who production to take a mid-season break of several months each year in order for him to star in a sitcom called Sink or Swim. Red Dwarf’s 4th through 6th seasons were made at the same time that Chris Barrie was starring in The Brittas Empire, and for Red Dwarf’s first few seasons, Danny John-Jules alternated between RD and Maid Marion and Her Merry Men. Arthur Darvill managed to film his roles in both Broadchurch in the UK and Legends of Tomorrow in Canada at the same time (albeit he had to be written out of Legends temporarily in order to do it).

So for Tom Hughes fans, this is good news. But as far as the future of Victoria goes, though, it doesn’t mean much (if A Discovery of Witches is very popular - I wasn’t aware there was a TV series before now myself - it might even get some extra eyeballs on Victoria 4). ITV and PBS have yet to announce either way (and we know Daisy Goodwin has already written at least some of the Series 4 scripts per her Instagram posts), so until they do, there’s nothing official. I’m just curious to find out if Jenna has anything lined up, as there’s time for her to sign up for another show too or (even better, IMO) do a movie - and this time in a lead role, not a supporting or cameo appearance.

EDIT: Since posting this, I’ve had it pointed out that PBS actually announced its fall schedule last week, with no mention of Victoria. This is not surprising, and it doesn’t mean of course a cancellation. Even if they started filming today they wouldn’t be able to make a January 2020 broadcast on PBS so we’ll probably be looking at January 2021 (though ITV could air earlier or later depending on when filming eventually begins). Stay tuned...

#tom hughes #victoria series 4 #a discovery of witches

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The lost Supergirl

To its detractors the 1984 Helen Slater Supergirl is an underwhelming, disjointed, and self-contradictory attempt to profit from the Superman franchise beyond the Man of Steel. To its supporters the 1984 Supergirl is a much misunderstood blending of super-heroics and fairy-tales, creating a magical story of adventure and courage. But no matter what your take on this movie, no one can deny that it failed to meet box office expectations and did not garner anything like the same reputation as Chris Reeve’s first two iconic Superman outings.

But with the passing of time comicbook fans seem to have slowly mellowed towards Slater’s Supergirl. Sure, it may never be considered a classic, but many fans now acknowledge that Helen Slater’s time in the red cape has a lot of charming qualities, qualities that are sadly lacking in many of DC’s modern offerings.

So, what caused this shift in attitudes?

Well, thanks to the internet, today’s fans have a greater awareness of the intentions of director Jeannot Szwarc, who (we now recognise) was pitching at a younger audience than the Superman movies -- hence the looser fairy-tale quality of the plot. But, more importantly, there’s also a growing awareness that many of the movie’s weaknesses were made far more glaring by the distributor’s brutal editing for US markets.

As more and more of the cutting room floor footage has been seen, so criticism has softened. Although still far from perfect, 2000′s extended 138 minute cut is generally recognised as a more balanced and coherent experience than 1984′s US theatrical version of just 105 minutes. But fans have speculated that yet more footage is still to be found. Rumours circulate on the far flung reaches of the internet concerning a possible 150 minute edit, smoothing over even more of the disjointed elements of the story.

In this article I want to first attempt a fact-packed recap of the editing history of the Supergirl movie, noting when and why its numerous cuts were created; then I want to briefly speculate on what might be in the still-missing 12 minutes (if indeed they exist), by pulling together the various rumours and looking at their evidence.

So, let’s begin...

From silver screen to small screen

Supergirl got its debut in London on Thursday 19th July 1984, as part of a Royal Charity Premiere screening attended by Princess Michael of Kent (whose husband is the current Queen’s first cousin, as I’m sure everyone knows(!)) This UK version was distributed by Columbia-EMI-Warner and ran at 124 minutes. Initial critical reaction was mixed, leaning more towards underwhelmed.

As US fans waited for the Maid of Might to fly onto their cinema screens, the movie began to open around the world. Ireland and Japan got Supergirl just days after the UK, then August saw Supergirl open in the Philippines, Australia, and Spain. In October it was the turn of France and Canada. Meanwhile Kara Zor-El fans in her (adopted) home country had no choice but to wait... and wait... and wait... The delay in the US release was caused by Warner Bros. dropping out of negotiations to promote and distribute the film in US theatres midway through production. As the movie was in post production, and overseas distribution deals were being struck, the Salkind family (the producers) scrambled to find an alternative distributor for their biggest market.

Finally, on Wednesday 21st November 1984, the Maid of Might launched onto US screens thanks to TriStar Pictures, but the switch in distributor had not been without major consequences. American Supergirl fans were treated to an experience that had been cut down to just 105 minutes, removing key exposition scenes from a movie that was already criticised for struggling with plot coherence. Supergirl grossed $5.7m on its opening weekend, and went on bring in $13.6m in the US market. On an estimated production budget of $35m, it was not considered a success.

At the same time as the US theatrical release, a 125 minute LaserDisc version appeared in Japan, marking the first time fans could watch the Girl of Steel in the comfort of their own Fortress of Solitude. The advertised 125 minute running time likely represents a rounding error rather than 1 minute of new material. Although not sold into US markets, some copies apparently did cross the Pacific. The LaserDisc version was likely a pan-and-scan copy (no documentation suggests widescreen), with Supergirl’s wide cinematic 2.35:1 image cropped drastically to fit television’s nearly square 4:3 ratio.

Pan-and-scan would also have been done to the initial VHS release into US markets by U.S.A. Home Video in 1985, which used the 105 minute cut that had appeared in US cinemas the year before. In 1987 a second pan-and-scan edit was created by TriStar for HBO‘s cable tv screenings, which was then used by the ABC Network when it broadcast a brutal 92 minute cut in February 1987. (It was common practice for ad-supported tv to heavily edit movies, making space for commercials without stretching the running time too far.) This super-slimline cut was later thrown together with other Superman movies into a tv syndication package by Viacom. The Internet Movie Database suggests that there was also a VHS cut that ran to just 89 minutes -- this may have been either the Avid Home Video release (1991) catalogued on the same site, or it may refer to an unknown overseas VHS release.

Lurking in the depths of the vaults

By the late 1990s the full 124 minute cut of Supergirl had still never been legitimately made available in the US. The rights to the Supergirl movie had subsequently been snapped up as part of a bundle of films by Canal + Distribution in France, and they allowed Anchor Bay Entertainment to release the two hour so-called International Cut on VHS. Many Supergirl fans now thought that they, at last(!), had copies of the most complete version of the film. But rumours quickly started to circulate that this was far from the case.

Not long after the International Cut’s release, speculation began that Canal + had found something interesting lurking amidst the dusty film cans they’d acquired as part of their rights acquisitions. A previously unknown 138 minute cut of Supergirl featuring a mono soundtrack had been unearthed, which quickly acquired the moniker of the Director’s Cut.

(Note: one citation-free internet comment suggests that the Director’s Cut was actually discovered at Pinewood Studios, in a box marked “do not use”. Although the early Superman / Supergirl movies were filmed at London’s Pinewood soundstages, it seems odd that a finished edit of the film, complete with soundtrack, would be discovered there.)

In mid-2000 Anchor Bay Entertainment released a two disc DVD set featuring both the 124 minute International Cut, and the new 138 minute Director’s Cut, both in widescreen format (2.35:1 letter-boxed to widescreen tv’s 16:9 ratio.)

So, thought fans, surely this is the definitive Helen Slater Supergirl... right..!?

Well, apparently, no..!

The rumours didn’t end with the Director’s Cut. Some evidence suggested that there were still scenes shot at Pinewood that didn’t make it into the 138 minute edit. Speculation was that somewhere in a rusting film can there might lie yet another 12 minutes of unseen footage, bringing the total running time of the film to a whopping 150 minutes -- that’s almost 50% more Supergirl than was seen by the original US theatrical audiences in November 1984.

So, what’s missing..?

First, let us rule out what we can say with certainty is not in any potential missing footage.

The original script for Supergirl, penned by David Odell, made heavy use of Christopher Reeve’s Superman. According to director, Jeannot Szwarc, the main plot device always revolved around the recovery of the Omegahedron, but in early drafts Superman was to encounter Supergirl in space, and the pair were to share a heartwarming scene in which he teaches his cousin how to fly, involving dancing together in mid-air. At a later point in the script Supergirl was to rescue Superman from a prison, where he languished as an old man having lost his immorality.

Regrettably, the producer’s hopes of securing Chris Reeve fell apart not long before shooting began. Without Reeve, Odell’s script (which, Szwarc claims, had already suffered numerous rewrites at the behest of the Salkinds and/or original distributors Warner Bros.) underwent yet another a major overhaul. As such, we can say with absolute certainty that none of the possible missing footage includes Christopher Reeve’s Superman.

So what might it contain?

A draft of the movie’s script, dated Monday 17th January 1983, is available online, and it seems to mention scenes that never appeared in any publicly available cut of the film, including the Director’s Cut. The draft’s date is just a few weeks away from the alleged filming dates: Monday 18th April 1983 to Thursday 11th August 1983. The script does follow the story line of the finished movie, although it is apparent that some action segments have been reworked and some of the dialogue is only vaguely similar to the filmed version.

A second source of information comes from an apparently test audience viewing in the US, with online accounts of this screening at sites like IMDB seeming to bear out the rumours that some of the elements in the draft script may have been filmed and included in this screening.

Speculation suggests that a number of clips featuring Selena are still lost. These include more material with Selena and the Omegahedron, and a clip during Selena’s takeover of Midvale in which the angry townspeople are cowered (except Lucy) by Selena when she uses an ice spell to kill a woman.

There’s also speculation that two short interactions with Linda at school are absent. The first involves Nigel quizzing Linda about her plans for the weekend (this happens immediately before the scene, 50 minutes in, with Linda sitting outside the school as other girls leave with their parents, when Lucy invites Linda to join her later in Midvale.) The second is a chat between Linda and Lucy about clothes and fitting in on Earth.

One interaction that always seemed a bit odd in the movie takes place immediately after the shower sequence (when Kara uses her heat vision to punish the two school bullies.) Entering their shared dorm room, Linda asks Lucy to comment on her new hairdo -- Lucy replies that it looks the same as before. In the script however (and in accounts of the advance screening) there is a segment with Supergirl using heat vision and a bathroom mirror to cut her blonde hair, but she forgets that she has reverted to Linda’s brunette wig when Lucy offers her critique. The second half of this interaction appears in the movie (albeit with different dialogue to the script), so fans have speculated that the laser haircut footage may exist too.

The January 1983 script also does a better job of tidying up the story’s loose ends. For example, rather than have Linda Lee just vanish without explanation, school principal (Fred?) Danvers uncovers Linda’s secret identity after she fights the energy monster, explaining why he won’t be frantically searching for her once Supergirl returns to Argo City. No accounts, rumoured or otherwise, suggest that these segments were filmed, however.

Conclusion

Even at 150 miniutes, Supergirl would still be a flawed movie. But then perhaps, as Jeannot Szwarc has noted, its intentions were never properly understood or promoted. The film isn’t trying to be the Christopher Reeve Superman, but rather a children’s fairy-tale in which the hero uses Kryptonian superpowers instead of magic. One internet commentator noted that Slater’s Supergirl is best enjoyed as a series of unconnected vignettes -- forget that the overall plot doesn’t make sense and just enjoy each scene on its own. I think there might be some truth in that analysis.

Despite its flaws, the 1984 Supergirl movie has amassed a loyal fanbase. The special effects are superb (even Richard Donner apparently admitted that the technique Szwarc used to make his Girl of Steel fly was superior to the zooming-lenses trick pioneered on Superman), the story is unapologetically lighthearted, and Helen Slater’s endearing portrayal as the Maid of Might is still considered by many to be the definitive live-action Supergirl.

Restoring the extra footage won’t overturn the movie’s shortcomings, but it will further soothe some of its inconsistencies, while sprinkling just a little more magic dust onto what its loyal fans already consider to be a charming and bewitching cinematic experience.

The movie’s heroine succeeds in her quest to find the Omegahedron and restore Argo City to its former glory -- we can but hope that one day her fans will find any missing footage, and restore her movie to its fullest length.

Timeline:

124 min (2h 04m) international theatrical release, July 1984.

105 min (1h 45m) US theatrical release, November 1984.

125 min (2h 05m) Japanese LaserDisc, late 1984.

105 min (1h 45m) initial US VHS release, 1985.

92 min (1h 32m) HBO / ABC television cut, 1987.

89 min (1h 29m) VHS release, unknown date (1991 perhaps?)

124 min (1h 04m) Anchor Bay VHS release, 1998.

138 min (2 hrs 18 mins) Director’s Cut DVD release, Summer 2000.

150 min (2 hrs 30 mins) speculated original cut, as yet undiscovered.

Sources:

imdb.com : Supergirl main page.

imdb.com : Supergirl alternative footage.

movie-censorship.com : Supergirl International vs Director’s Cut.

supermancinema.co.uk : List of VHS and tv cuts.

maidofmight.net : Director Jeannot Szwarc interview.

Thanks to Corrine, aka supergirldiaries, for the initial inspiration.

#supergirl #dceu #comics #movies #dccomics #dc #precrisis #superhero #superheroine #superman #helen slater

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Stemily Week ○ [ Love Triangle]

Summary: Stacie posts an online confession on their school's blog about her painful (supposedly) lovelife.

late bc school :( also kinda based on a true story and I couldn’t think of any other angsty plot

read here or on ao3

Stacie's POV

"Hey, best friend. I hope you can read this even if we're not studying in the same college anymore, even if you're in another country without me, even if we haven't talked in a long time already.

Do you remember the first time we met? It was when we fought because of something silly. 18 years ago, you were sitting on the seesaw alone. Let's be real here - you looked absolutely stupid there lol. I, on the other hand, was sitting on a park bench, eating my ice cream. Two girls approached you and I could hear you guys fighting about something. You came running towards me and suddenly, you took my ice cream without my permission to throw it at them. I was beyond furious because I just bought that with my own money and now it's on one of your enemies' faces. The three of you started hitting each other and I joined you because MY ICE CREAM, DUDE!! I didn't care who I was hitting, the anger and want for revenge urged me to hit any one of you. They defeated you and left, so you sat there crying with your hair in a disarray and bruises all over you. I wanted to ask you to repay me for my ice cream, but you were crying furiously and I didn't want to be a dick towards you. You asked me to walk you home because you were just so broken. Your mom gave me money because I told her about what happened and what you did to my ice cream. We became friends starting that day, became classmates in high school and that's where our sisterhood bond strengthened. You were an only child which was the reason why you treated me like your twin. Meanwhile, I was the youngest and the only girl, thus I found a long-lasting friendship with you. We played childhood games, sang, dance, had sleepovers and whatnot.

Summer before our Senior year in High School, you went home from Canada and told me that your fiancé was handsome. This very man turned out to be someone your parents knew and you were arranged because of business matters. At first, you hated the idea of marrying a guy you barely know. But when you personally met him, you... changed, I guess? I think maybe you fell in love with him. After that, things went back to normal. We went back to finish our Senior year and you lost contact with your fiancé again. We bonded like how we used to, even agreeing to go to the same college together. We took the same course because we both wanted to become doctors. If our friendship wasn't strong enough before, I'm sure that it became better. Everything was going very well, until that night.

September 11. We were going out for the weekend. I was kinda surprised because you told me to wear that dress that you deemed was your favorite. From morning til night, we spent the whole day together, eating ice cream, watching movies, going to different museums and art exhibits. Our last stop was at the baywalk, near the beach. There weren't much people. I mean, there wasn't anything special about that day. Or so, that was what I thought.

You told me how grateful you were that those punks made you leave the seesaw and fought you that day. Grateful that you took my ice cream and threw it at them. Grateful that we were best friends. You have always been a sap, Em, but this time felt different. I remember you looked at the moon shining brightly on the ocean, then at me and smiled.

"I'm so glad you're here, Stace."

Those were the last words you said to me before you kissed me on the lips. It seemed like the world stopped and we were the only ones left here on earth. It seemed as if we were really made for each other, our lips taken from the same mold, fitting together like a perfect puzzle piece. As if I finally found the perfect key to my lock, the right amount of cream to my coffee. I felt tears run down your soft, rosy cheeks as I circled my thumb around them. You pulled away slowly, your eyes still closed, tears still flowing down. I pulled you closer and as you continued to cry hysterically on my chest, I felt our world falling apart. I know you knew this was wrong, that the world couldn't possibly accept us and our families wouldn't approve of it. It felt right, but it also felt wrong. Now, I understood why I always felt butterflies when you were around, or basically whenever you did anything. I always thought it was normal to feel weird and crazy things with your best friend. But now, this proved that I was wrong all along. The kiss that we shared made me realize that I was in love with you. And you felt the same. You told me that you were sorry. Sorry because you kissed me. Sorry because you were in love with me, your best friend for how many years. Sorry because we couldn't be.

You drove me home that night, not having exchanged anything else except for thank you's and good night's. I cried myself to sleep, mad because it took me too long to realize what I felt for you and I knew you were doing the same thing that night.

A day on May 2017, it was your wedding and I served as your maid of honor. I assisted you from the preparation room until the wedding hall. I was there. In the front row. I saw the groom and yeah, he was pretty handsome.

It hurt. It hurt a lot. I felt a heavy weight on my chest that I didn't know how to take off.

I was there the whole time, watching you. You looked gorgeous as well. I could agree that the both of you suited each other in the eyes of the judgmental society. I saw how the love of my life was taken away from me when I couldn't do anything. I saw how the people rejoiced at what they were seeing and we couldn't fight about what we wanted. There were only two of us against all of them. And as the father said, "You may now kiss the bride," you looked at me quickly. The groom was confused, but you ignored him. You were teary eyed but they weren't tears of joy, I know. You were waiting for me to say "Go", weren't you? And because I couldn't do anything else about it, I smiled sadly and nodded. Then you kissed.

The moment you kissed him was the moment I finally understood everything. Why you had kissed me that night. That was your first kiss. When we were in high school, you told me that you wanted your first kiss to be special. That you wanted it to happen in front of the altar or any other romantic place. Now, I see. You wanted me to be special in your life. You adorable idiot! At that moment, I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry because you were so selfless for doing that. So that at least, I could be your first kiss.

After the ceremony, I went directly home. I didn't bother to go to the reception because it hurt too much. I cried at home. I didn't know how to describe the pain, hell, I don't even think such pain was measurable. But I had to stay strong. Like how I usually do when you come to me when you had problems. I had to stay strong for you, for us. But I'll be the one to cry this time, alright? I'll be the one to bawl my eyes out, but it's so unfair. It's so unfair because you're not here by my side when I needed you. But it's okay. It had to be because we had to show the world that we were both normal human beings.

Now, you're in Canada. I'm sorry. We both lost contact with each other. Perhaps, maybe it's the best way to move on. To stay away from each other and keep out of each other's lives. I'm not sure if you're going to pursue Medicine, but I assure you that I am going to because we'd promised each other. Let's just move on with our lives even if it's hard. Maybe, that's how life really is. Maybe we really have to act and follow the norms, go with the flow and think of what others might think and feel about what we do. Maybe, we can't really release ourselves from the chains that hold us to the ground called bitter reality. But I'll tell you, in the next life, I'll find you, and this time I'm going to fight for you. For us.

Your Stacie 2018"

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