#I mean take me is still a dewey song but!!!!!!!

[youdonthavetosayiloveyou]

would like to amend my previous statement bc

is Clearly brock about jonas

#I mean take me is still a dewey song but!!!!!!! #djkdsfhskahf i always leave baking shifts with lyric thoughts bc all i do for 8 hours is stand in the back alone singing to myself #ALSO I listened to both of duas new songs a few times and im sorry that i take forever to listen to them miss peep they’re bops

[writebackatya]

McDuck Family Members Most Likely to Start Sh*t at Thanksgiving Dinner

Ah Thanksgiving. The holiday celebrated on the 4th Thursday of November (in America that is), one with food, family, and celebrating what we’re thankful for! (Wanna feel bad? Learn about the holiday’s origins!)

And no family is quite as big as the found family from DuckTales; so arguments are bound to happen at a dinner table filled with so many zany characters with interesting pasts and quirks. Let’s honor those who would throw the first punch at a family dinner, shall we?

Bentina Beakley

I wanna cut Beakley some slack. She most likely had a long day before dinner even started what with all the preparations she did for dinner. Not just cooking for 20+ family members plus other side/recurring characters but also the cleaning and presentation

But let’s face it. This woman can be so condescending at times. And judgmental. You just know if someone is showing up to dinner wearing jeans and sweater she’d have something to say about it. And she strikes me as someone who would slam the dishes while cleaning them only for someone to say, “Hey Beakley do you need help with the dishes?” and then she’d be like “No. It’s fine. I got them”

But it’s not fine. Go help her with the dishes. She deserves a break

Dewey Duck

When I was first thinking about this list I originally thought “No way any of the triplets would start anything on Thanksgiving” Huey is a good boy and Louie would definitely take it easy on a day where you’re legally allowed to sit around, be lazy, and eat food. But then I remembered Dewey and how much of a diva he can be

We know Dewey is an entertainer and with everyone coming to dinner, he has a huge “captive” audience that he can perform for. Whether it be an original Thanksgiving song, a one man Dewey show about the first Thanksgiving, a sonnet about a bonnet, or a very special Thanksgiving episode of Dewey Dew-Night; that kid will want all the attention in him. And the very second the spotlight is taken off, oh boy…

Gladstone Gander

Look at this prick. Don’t you wanna slap his face!?!Anyway I love Gladstone Gander, but he’s the kind of family member that just would go on and on about himself and bring every conversation back to him again and how great his life is

That’s great Gladstone. Happy for you, the rest of us have to pay for our sushi but cool. Glad your good luck is really paying off, jerk

But honestly. It’s his tone. It’s the kind of tone that gives off that he knows he’s starting shit but won’t admit it

Goldie O’Gilt

I mean, it’s Goldie. What else can I say?

Gandra Dee

Oh man. There’s so many different ways controversy would start with this morally gray ex-FOWL agent and I’m here for it. Let’s face it, out of all the characters present, Gandra Dee would most likely be the one to bring up the holiday’s horrible origins. If anyone is making it their duty to make a rich white family uncomfortable on Thanksgiving, it’s Gandra Dee

She’d get political and even directly ask Scrooge who exactly he voted for in the past two Presidential elections (he claims to be progressive, but he’s still the richest duck in the world. Just how many tax cuts is this man getting to keep that status?)

Oh and what about the treatment of her overwork and underpaid boyfriend? Why is he still working in the bathroom?

Oddly enough, I can see her and Scrooge bonding over a mutual disdain for Gladstone Gander. What a prick

Kit Cloudkicker

It’s not that exactly what Kit does that’ll start a fight, but what he doesn’t do.

Kit is the kinda guy that was supposed to bring a dessert but totally forgot to pick something up from the bakery so instead he’s stopping at the gas station on the way to dinner to pick up some Twinkies

Kit is the kinda guy that would “take a walk” before dinner and not do anything to hide the scent and now all the kids are wondering how a skunk got inside

Gyro Gearloose

It’s Gyro. Something is bound to piss him off at some point

Doofus Drake

I am so tired of the fandom not including Doofus in this found family (Louie and him made up and are friends now and BOYD is his brother, sorry it’s canon) so he’s here on the list

But he’s still a new addition to this family. And a weirdo and a rich brat with a lot of issues that someone should seriously help him with. He’s gonna make everyone uncomfortable. Is it intentional? Or is he just being Doofus? Who knows

What I do know is this, don’t eat the dish he brought.

Della, Donald, and Scrooge!

The original three!

These three are responsible for splitting up the family in the first place so it’s no surprise that they’re number one on this list!!

Yes they’ve squashed their beef with one another and moved past the Spear of Selene, but they are still themselves

The ones most likely to start shit over the dumbest things

These three are going to be bickering over who should carve the turkey. And the argument will be so loud and hectic that no one will question why a bunch of birds are eating a turkey

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this list. It wasn’t meant to slander any characters, just did it for fun. Happy Thursday everyone.

#ducktales headcanons #ducktales 2017 #ducktales fandom #duckblr #bentina beakley #dewey duck #gladstone gander #goldie o'gilt #gandra dee #kit cloudkicker #gyro gearloose #doofus drake #della duck #donald duck #scrooge mcduck

[bisexualfemalemess]

*HSMTMTS SEASON 4 SPOILERS*

Final episode. Oh, this is gonna kill me. Let’s go.

Poor ricky worrying about gina. HE WAS NOT HAVING DANI TRYNA JUMP IN LMAO. Ooh, there’s my babygirl G. Ricky being a supportive boyfriend, awww. EJ AS BOLTON, yasss. Gina wanted ricky to ask her to stay and he didn’t want to make the same mistake he did with nini, miscommunication trope, i hate it here. RICKY BOWEN IS A FUCKING MENACE. “hey, by the way, who the fuck are you guys?” Been asking myself this question for four years, we still don’t know. Awww, Ricky, baby. Ah, Monique coleman giving kourtney advice, aww cute. WISH WE WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AN ACTUAL THE BOYS ARE BACK SCENE. TIM, I’M UNDER YOUR BED. Ooh, rina paralleling troyella, babies. Why is everyone going to ej for advice lmao, even miss jenn. That boy is a freshman in college. Maddox is so pissed that ash and red could be back together. Madison knew hahha. MADLYN CONFESSION AND KISS, LET’S GO LESBIANS/ SAPPHICS! Also, the fact that ej carved their names into a tree, he knew since the beginning and was a supporter, 😂 Terri back off, gina’s already hesitant. Jealous ricky, awww. GINA JUST WALK AWAY, SHE’S SO GOOD, My gabriella fr. “Be good to her. Just please take care of her in New Zealand.” My boy loves her so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭. JENNZZARA ARE SO CUTE. NOT THE RINA LOOK EXCHANGE BEFORE MY BOY RICKY SINGS SCREAM. THEY’RE SO TROYELLA RN. Antoine is me. Aww not Benjamin touching his heart while watching miss jenn perform. JETNEY SCENE. MADDOX IS GOING TO NEW ZEALAND TOO WTF??? Aww, big red worrying about Ricky, such a good friendship. Ricky worrying about his future now that gina’s leaving. Rina right here, right now reprise version?! It work so well for them at this point in their story. My poor children, tim istg if they don’t get their happy end i’m suing. THE LOOK EXCHANGE AND GINAS SMILE AFTER THE SONG, DON’T MIND ME DYING ON THE FLOOR. HAHA MRS POTTER DID NOT LIKE THAT. WAIT ANTOINE IS ANDY??? WAIT ANDY AND RED???? ANOTHER RINA LOOK EXCHANGE DURING CURTAIN CALL, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! andy screaming is me. DEWEY IS A SOFTIE OMG. AND A RINA CHEEK KISS! Seb 😭😭😭. Gina, my movie star baby. Ooof ricky’s speech hit me where it hurts. I hate it here. ITS OVER KOURTNEY SHUT UP 😭😭😭😭. G OH SHE LOOKS GORGEOUS AND THE WAY RICKY LOOKED AT HER AND MOUTHED ‘wow’. He’s in such awe of her, my otp. Oof, gina’s speech also hit me where it hurts. Not her calling jet out when it comes to kourtney haha. THE WAY SHE WENT THROUGH THE PEOPLE ONE BY ONE OH AND WHAT SHE SAID TO RICKY OMG 😭😭😭 “But with you I feel so seen, and so understood and so known.” THATS SO MUCH BETTER THAN ANY I LOVE YOU, OH THEY DESTROY ME. I MEAN SHE LITERALLY SAID “this one is gonna kill me.” The way the camera couldn’t find ej 😂😂😂. MISS JENN IS THEIR MOTHER, GINA CONFIRMED. THE RINA HUG AFTER HER SPEECH TO HIM PLS I’M ON THE FLOOR. NOT ASHLYN FINDING OUT MADDOX HAS TO LEAVE TOO. I HATE IT HERE. RINA AND MADLYN ENDGAME PLS. OH THE WAY RICKY’S VOICR BROKE WHEN HE SAID “I DIDN’T SAY I LOVR YOU.” OOH GO FIND THAT GUITAR RICKY. Ooh mack’s not doing Romeo and Juliette, ha. GO TELL YOUR GIRL YOU LOVR HER RICKY, GET THE GIRL. OMG RICKY! “Am i too late?” Some things never change. RICKY. CONFESSING. HIS. LOVE. TO. GINA. WITH. A. SONG. IN. FRONT. OF. REPORTERS. HER MOM. ALL THEIR FRIENDS. THEIR TEACHERS. HER BOSS. DON’T MIND ME ON THE FLOOR SOBBING HYSTERICALLY. THE LYRICS??? ‘Cause i love you fells a lot like high school and forever after that.”STFU. EVERYONE JOINING IN 😭😭😭 RINA ENDGAME OMG. RINI LOVE CONFESSION COULD NEVER. ITS HIS FAVORITE HAT SHUT UP. STFU STFU STFU THE EMBROIDERY ON THE TAG STFU. “Just like me.” RINA ENDGAME. OMG GINA MOVED THE MOVIE TO SALT LAKE BEFORE RICKY EVER EVEN SHOWED UP, RINA ENDGAME FR. AWW MISS JENNS STAYING TOO. RINA FOREHEAD KISS SHUT UP! Ricky is such a good boyfriend, helping her down. Terri finally approves! Ha. MISS JENN AND MR MAZZARA FINALLY. GINA WEARING RICKYS JACKET AHHH, cuties. BORN TO BE BRAVE NAWW. LAST RINA CHEEK KISS, IM FINE 😭😭😭😭 AWW THEY WENT TO DENNY’S. What a nice nod to nini. Omg the post credit scene STOP IT RN.

Seblos endgame ✅

Jetney endgame ✅ (kinda)

Madlyn endgame ✅

Jennzzara endgame ✅

MOST IMPORTANTLY RINA ENDGAME ✅✅✅ THEY CALLED US DELUSIONAL BUT WE MADE IT RINAS. THIS SEASON WAS FOR US. THIS IS THE BEST DISNEY SHIP THEY WERE SO INSANE FOR A DISNEY SHIP, OMG. OTP FOREVER, Golden retriever boyfriend and black cat girlfriend fr.

Question; Are we all in agreement that ricky definitely took over as Romeo after mack left the movie???

#gina porter #hsmtmts #rina #ricky bowen #ricky x gina #madlyn #jetney #seblos #jennzzara

[cherryberg]

Your top 3 musicals ever gogogo gogo ogo go

HEEEEELPPPPP HEEEEEEEEEEEEELPPPPPPP aough .... ardate please you have to understand that i Have to understand that my taste in musicals are very limited now. when you were a musical girlie in 2016, you leave that shit behind for a few hundred years and now have to rebuild all of that again from scratch with a new appreciation so...

this went longer than expected so the list goes Marvin Trilogy, Fun Home, School of Rock. more under the cut smiles

Marvin Trilogy

In Trousers, Falsettos [March of the Falsettos, Falsettoland]

Fav Songs, excluding obvious fan-favourites: Can't Sleep, How Marvin Eats His Breakfast, My Father's a Homo/Everyone Tells Jason to See a Psychiatrist, Round Tables Square Tables, etc

i don't know many, but man. i like a good sung-through musical. means i can listen to the whole soundtrack from start to finish and have cohesively consumed a whole narrative. and tbh? falsettos, but even in trousers too, don't really have Bad songs. i've listened to the falsettos 2016 revival and in trousers 1979 original cast soundtracks dozens of times (both separately and together). which, i mean. compared to the other musicals i have here, i haven't even listened to their whole soundtracks (which. to be fair i did see those live). and yeah you have the really good songs that Everyone likes. the Thrill of First Loves and the Whizzer Going Downs and what have you, but you listen to the tracks a second time, or maybe watch the proshot again, and you get the smaller less-appreciated songs in your head. not included in the fav songs list because that thing's long, but i love A Breakfast Over Sugar. i get Set Those Sails and A Marriage Proposal and Miracle of Judaism stuck in my head. and its great! not to mention just how good and how important the story is .. i could go on but aough ..... long

Fun Home

Fav Songs: Edges of the World, Welcome to Our House on Maple Avenue, Telephone Wire, currently being annoying about Raincoat of Love

PUNCHES WALL. PUNCHES WALL. PUNCHES WALL. PUNCHES WALL. PUNCHES WALL. PUNCHES WALL. PUNCHES WALL. PUNCHES

yeah man. saw this one for school. still have the ticket actually. but Because i did it for school, i have so much analysis and thoughts up here, it's maybe too long and specific. and also for like. a specific production that no one on tumblr would've watched. i would give anything to see that production again though. it wouldn't be the same as seeing it live, Especially during certain moments, but goodness gracious, man. the set design, the lighting, and that revolving stage? absolutely everything to me... so well integrated. just... mwah

School of Rock

Fav Songs: Stick It to the Man, Act 2 Scene 8: Dewey's Bedroom. You're in the Band .. mehbeh

Um... I don't really.. have a third that I can think of that's on par. But, it's School of Rock. It's awesome. my sibling had a track record of not liking musicals when they had to come and see it with me (when i still went out to watch musicals aough ...), but I think this was the first one they really liked - enough for me to get them a key ring of the show! (they cried during If Only You Would Listen too :]) It was a wonderful performance, and the kids were so good and coordinated too! They let us take pictures of the ending song ... which i just took a video of, so i still have that. I watched School of Rock during my ... hardcore theatre kid era though so.. i've got a few cringe worthy memories of it .. but yeah is good :]

I did see Moulin Rouge once as well, despite never having seen the movie, and that was very good as well. Though I'm not much for jukebox musicals (can't deny that Moulin Rouge tracks can be freakin' awesome though) and I think I was too busy ogling heehee

but yeah .. that's all :]

#askberg #textberg #ardate #aough .. smiles #this isnt too serious .. but hey ! this list

[cloveroctobers]

ess! you’re the only black writer i know that writes for fez at this moment. okay i’m not too sure if requests are opened or close but i just saw that they really had made this girl faye stay up with fez yea.. nah. anyway you could write something about how the reader would feel about this? especially if fez being her man she’s over there a lot helping with business shit and just being overall cuddly w/ fez and faye has brought up her distaste for her continual presence to fez before....

i don’t mind — fez x black! reader

A/N: it’s finally here! Also was jamming to my ex husband so that’s the song choice for this one. It all makes sense now zayn and fez/angus? have similar mannerisms to me. This could have been out sooner but tumblr was acting up yesterday so I lost motivation to write since it wouldn’t save what I tried to write!!!! After episode three and seeing the promo for the next?! I just know we’re about to see that shift into the darkness and I’m not sure I’m ready! On a lighter note, Who can really stay mad at fez is the question for this one? Anywho hope you like this *tinashe’s voice* DRA-MAMA

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In this household it was always great to give each other some space. You, Fez, and Ash were all mixed with different personalities so sometimes you all tended to clash but majority of the time you meshed well. You didn’t live with fez and ash but you might as well with how much time you spent over there. Wise words from your family who still had something to say about your whereabouts since you lived under their roof part time. You hardly had a issue getting comfortable anywhere and anything that was fez’s was basically yours.

Currently you leaned against the counter as you faced the mirror, messing around with a eyelash curler—since inward eyelashes tended to be a real bitch. You scoffed realizing fez was blessed with some nice ass eyelashes and didn’t have this issue. It was a long day and you preferred being at Fez’s than heading home for the weekend so here you were doing your own routine. Since Ash didn’t want to watch some bad reality tv series with you, he left you to do your thing while he tended to the store downstairs, and fez left to grab y’all some grub, which left you with one option:

Catering to yourself.

Skincare? Check.

Re-twisting your locs? Check.

A nicely scented epsom salt bath — after you managed to drag yourself from the couch to the bathroom, you constantly thanked your chiropractor for the suggestion every time you gained extra relief from the bath. Checky check.

You weren’t sure when you dozed off but your phone rattling against the bamboo tray you had situated in front of you was enough to snap you out of dreamland. It was simply a text from your older sis about how your grandfather (who basically got kicked out of his own crib by your Caribbean step-grandmother) was getting on her nerves as he constantly hogged the living room to blast Rick James and Teena Marie. Laughing you encouraged her to hook up with her girls tonight for some freedom, however her on and off again boyfriend was in Houston for the weekend with his side piece—figures (and your dad was down with a bad cold, so she couldn’t just leave the kids with your grandfather. I mean she could if she really wanted to but she didn’t want to traumatize her kids with that man—let’s just say that).

Moisturized body to match your refreshed Dewey skin? Better believe that’s a check!

Wiggling your thighs in the mirror on tiktok to the beat at how good you look refreshed for the night? Check check check.

Your phone buzzed again as you stopped dancing in front of the full-length mirror behind the door. Sighing you reached backwards and suddenly decided against that once you were hit with some soreness from most likely tending to your hair and walked over to the counter instead, “Samira, if you don’t take my niece and nephew somewhere else for the night—

Instead it wasn’t from your aggravated sister. It was a text from ash.

A$H🌚

🚩

Was all it said.

Tilting your head to the side you sent back multiple question marks before placing your phone in your waistband. Just as you did, you heard the front door shut and the sound of thudding coming up the steps which also made you check the time.

“It really took you that long to get Mickey D’s?” You questioned, now walking down the hallway to see a blonde sitting on the steps with a bleeding nose.

Immediately your eyes flicked to fez who stood in the space between the living room and kitchen as if he was a Robert Patterson meme.

“Uh yeah, ran into a situation on my way. Custer needed my help so I scooped up his girl, Faye. She’s gonna be staying here until things coo down.” Fez started as you quirked up a brow at the girl who was basically trying to stop the bleeding with one of her hands and sent a wave your way, “y/n, that’s Faye. Faye this is my girl, y/n.”

Sighing you walked by and snatched some paper towel off the counter, folding it so that it was layered before you popped a squat by her and held it out to her, “here girl. I don’t know what went on tonight but keep your head down, keeping your head back makes it worse.”

Faye took the towel as you walked away from her to take a seat next to fez, crossing one leg over the other, while placing a arm over the top of the chair as you looked at fez who silently began unraveling his sandwich.

“I didn’t do anything.” Faye weakly said but you just shrugged.

It wasn’t your business.

Fez gave out some house rules to Faye who was real quiet this time around but she answered so that fez knew she understood.

“…Want some of my sandwich?” Fez asked her, before he bit into it.

You didn’t even touch your food yet.

“Okay.” You could tell that cheered Faye up some, as fez scrapped the chair back to get a knife.

He cut the sandwich in half before plopping it on a paper plate. He then went over to Faye and handed it to her, who still had her back to you two. Once fez came back to your side, you were still eyeing him before he turned to meet your eyes.

“Why da hell is one your caterpillar brows orange?” He asked before his hungry behind could take a large bite out part of his meal.

Ignoring Fez you sipped at your mocha frappe real slow before you popped your tongue, “hey Faye, I just remembered aren’t you the one who said rue eats my Ginger’s ass for drugs?”

A frown sat in between fez’s brows as he side-eyed faye, “yo, you said that?”

Faye’s eyes went wide before she answered, “I—I don’t remember…Who’s rue again?”

Laughing to yourself you squeezed fez’s shoulder, “I didn’t know that was something you’re into, honey.”

“Don’t start, y/n.” Fez kissed his teeth, giving you a glance since he knew although there was a smile on your face you were a little irritated that he didn’t bother to communicate that y’all were going to have company for whoever knows how long.

Pursing your lips you raised your hands before sitting right to dig into your own food for the night. Faye could sense there was a little tension between you two but it’s not like she cared much with a towel shoved up her nose and bit into her half of a sandwich.

It was Sunday when faye decided to get too comfortable. Ash walked around here as if she didn’t exist in the first place, he had a thing about people invading his space and he definitely felt a way about it, fez didn’t talk much generally but he was one of the ones who made sure she was good with the essentials and as for you? After your debate about her presence in fez’s room the other night, you were cordial with her—she didn’t do much but lay around on the couch, cry about missing Custer, and watch powerpuff girls and riverdale while high.

You were upstairs while Fez, ash, and Faye were downstairs at the shop for majority of the day. It wasn’t until you heard Faye blabbing something to fez as they were making their way into the house.

“He’s not gonna be a problem. We don’t scare easily over here.” Fez answered as he pulled on your arm for you to move so he could sit down.

You leaned you arm across his lap as you turned your attention back to the series on the screen, “something happened down at the store?”

Fez huffed, “Nate’s bitch ass dad slid through not too long after Lexi Howard showed up. Walkin’ around like we were supposed to be scared or sum, Lexi was a little shook tho.”

“Lexi was here?” You asked, “right before mr. Jacobs? He had to be following her, he gives me major predator vibes.”

Fez nodded, “yeah even offered for ash to take her back home but she said she was fine. Waited around for a bit too.”

“Y/n,” Faye interrupted, “did you eat?”

“Yeah? A bacon grilled cheese. Why?”

“Where’s the leftovers for the rest of us?”

You lifted your head to give fez a look who he gently shook his head back and forth as you answered before turning your attention back to the television, “there isn’t any. That was my lunch, y’all were downstairs all day. If you want to cook dinner be my guest.”

“Why would I do that? You’re the one laying around like a housewife, I thought that was your job.” You heard Faye mumble.

It only took seconds for you to shoot up from your spot as you looked over the couch at Faye, who was shoving things aside in the fridge then you replied, “what did you say? Speak up.”

“Nothing.” She innocently said.

Sitting on your knees on the couch, you faced Faye who closed the fridge to place something on the counter.

“I’ve been working on my mental health journey and it seems like you’re trying to disrupt that.” You waved your fingers around in a circle, “Im sensing that you have something you need to get off your chest, so let’s talk about it instead of throwing sneak disses when you think nobody wont hear that shit.”

Faye lifted her shoulders and widened her eyes as she started preparing a sandwich, “that’s good for you. I didn’t mean anything I’m just saying it looks like you’re playing house here. Laying all up on fez while he’s literally working hard and you’re just…Don’t you have a home elsewhere? What are you nineteen? Twenty?”

“Listen,” you breathed just as fez went to rest a freckled arm across the front of your waist to hold you in place, “you’re trying to disrespect me and I don’t like it, so let me check you right quick. Just because your parents tossed you out of the trailer park to fend for yourself doesn’t mean my family did me the same way. I didn’t have a problem with you, I had a problem with your situation. Don’t worry about what the fuck I have going on when you should be worried about that hotel manager you probably murdered.” Your voice was sweet but the tone was definitely menacing.

“Ma, chill.” Fez drawled on while you side-eyed him.

You gave him the hand and rolled your four fingers to press into your thumb, basically to tell him to zip it, since you weren’t done.

Faye scrunched up her swollen lips, “I literally just said I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or whatever. You don’t have to be a bitch and bring up the hotel or my family, okay? I just really miss Custer that’s all.”

“I don’t care, that doesn’t give you a reason to talk shit to me when I didn’t do a damn thing to you. You’re temporary here and if ash and I had things our way you’d be sleeping out back next to the garbage bin.” You jabbed a thumb behind you, “but out of the kindest of my ol’ husband’s heart, you’re here.” You laughed.

Suddenly you heard sniffing as faye began chewing on her bottom lip. She tossed the butter knife on the counter and fled from the scene with a, “fuck you! I’m outta here!”

“Bye!” You waved as she ran down the steps, tripping on the last one on her way out, most likely to go down stairs to vent to the wrong person, Ash.

A smirk was on your lips as you felt eyes burning into you. Of course Fez was looking at you in disappointment.

“Whatchu do all that for?”

“She was talking reckless to me. So she can dish it but can’t take it? Not my fault. Thanks for backing me up by the way.” You plucked his arm from around your waist.

Fez watched as you untangled yourself to straighten out your shorts before you also left the room. Fez groaned as he threw his hands up before pushing off the couch to go after you.

There you were in his room, picking up your things around his room to toss into your open duffel bag you had on his bed.

“So…you’re out too?”

“Hell yeah if you’re gonna pick sides, what do I need to stay for?”

Fez was smug, “‘cause I’m your hardworking husband that’s why.”

You didn’t crack a smile at the joke but a nice middle finger went his way.

“C’mon y/n cut the shit. I’m not picking nobody’s side since it’s really not that deep to begin with. This petty shit is real stupid.” He leaned against the doorway.

You placed your hands on your chest, “so now I’m stupid?”

“Where and when did I say that?” Fez blinked, “stop trying to twist shit and shut up for a minute and let me talk.”

“Shut up?” You repeated, “who do you think you’re talking to? I’m not the faye, the one, or the two.”

Fez rolled his eyes, “didn’t we say we’re going to try to talk things out instead of blowin’ up on each other and disappearing? So put your shit down and talk then.”

“You’re lucky I don’t knock all this shit over and Faye on her ass.” You tossed your last balled up shirt into the bag before sitting on his galaxy comforter, “I already told you fez, I don’t mind any of the shit you’re doing because I like being by your side. Shit, I help take the load off for y’all even when you don’t ask from time to time. All I said was to let me know whatever is about to go down and then you bring her here two days ago and she feels like she can say whatever the fuck she wants to me? Like I’m some useless hoe? She’s confused me with herself.”

Fez sat beside you, “you don’t got to explain that shit to her. I know what you do and why you’re here. I’m deadass just doing this for Custer, you know that. And you know she don’t think too hard before she says shit either. Don’t let that girl get in your head.”

“She’s not! which is why I sent her crying. She thought just because I’m chilling during the weekend that I’m lazy and I don’t have no backbone? We’re out here catching a bag everyday! excuse me if I wanted to spend a couple of days being a bum with my other family. I’m no pussy and she’s lucky I didn’t brush her teeth with one of those bricks outside.” You hissed.

Fez snorted as he latched onto your head bringing it into his chest, “my little ruff rida.”

You rolled your eyes sending a jab into his chest for him to let go of you, “nope you don’t get to hold me, cuddle me, or anything.”

“Whatchu mean? Were we not just havin’ a moment?” He rubbed at his chest.

Getting up you snatched your bag, “I’m still going home.”

“So what? you’re still mad at me?”

“I don’t like her energy and if I stay here any longer with her here? I’m going to catch a case. And like I said I’m working on my mental health so it’s best for me to go. I trust you to act right while I’m gone, Fergus.” You humphed as you reached over for your bag.

Fez hopped off the bed just to jump on you, making you yelp. “You not goin’ nowhere.”

This man was literally sitting on you and tossed your duffle onto the ground with a flick of his wrist, “Fergus, if you don’t get your Clifford the big red dog ass—

You halted as Fez bounced and you wheezed out a laugh, turning your buried face to the side. Fez made himself comfortable sitting on you for who knows how long messing with his phone! and you were sure you were starting to lose feeling in your legs until…he farted on you.

“No you didn’t.”

“Excuse me, My fault.”

Now elbows were flying and fez was barely holding his laughter in as he rolled off you. It was your turn to assault him as you straddled him, whacking him with pillows and attempting to turn this into WWE match. It ended with the both of y’all panting on the floor with bruises to probably match in the morning, small smiles on the both of your faces as you were on your sides. You behind fez, arms weakly wrapped around his throat and head, and legs locked around his waist.

“Just stay, you know if you leave you’re gonna just be FaceTiming me anyways when ashtray don’t give you the update on what’s going on. Stop being difficult.” Fez breathed, resting his head back against your chest.

“I need more clothes.”

“I’ll wash em. Or go buy yourself some, I always got what you need.” Fez suggested, digging into his pocket for his stack of cash.

You snorted, “the sugardaddy and the housewife strikes again.”

“Oh you can joke about it but I can’t—whatever, yo.”

You raked your nails against fez’s scalp before lowering your legs and then your arms. Shuffling your body, you now lay on your back as fez sat up now watching you, “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll stay…after I pop in on my grandad since you know how he feels about a ‘white gangster dating his favorite grandchild—‘

“I already told your pop-pop that he look just like Denzel Washington and I don’t want no parts on being on his bad side.” Fez commented making you laugh.

“You’re more worried about a dude in his late sixties than my dad who’s in his early forties?” You peered at Fez underneath your frustrating lashes.

Fez blinked, “hell yeah. The worse your dad could do is play the piano until my ears bleed like he’s Jamie foxx or some shit. Plus he’s always down with his weak ass immune system. So I’ll bet on your pop-pop taking me out more than anything.”

“Anyways,” you sucked air in between your teeth, “I’ll stay but you’re not getting any affection from me until the blow up doll gets kicked to the curb.”

“What? You buggin’.”

Fez wasn’t the most affectionate during the daily. Touch wasn’t the highest on his love language but he did enjoy it late at night with you beside him in bed, he couldn’t lie about that. Quality time was top of the list for him but now you’re here handing out ultimatums over him doing a favor for someone he occasionally did business with? That was foul.

“I think I’ll go see my pop-pop now.” You pushed up from your laying position, “let’s see how much you miss me, I might not come back.”

“Which is why I got your duffle bag with one of your favorite fits in there and you ain’t getting it back.” Fez proposed a stare off, daring you to touch the bag.

“I’ll fight you again, if I have to.”

Fez raised his brows, “I’m forreal dating a grandma, you were just crying about your back spasm a few minutes ago. You sure you wanna do that again, rida?”

Huffing you put your back to Fez and bent over, confusion was written on fez’s face—although he didn’t mind the view—that was quickly erased the minute you let it rip.

“The fuck?”

You laughed, “does it smell like hydrangeas?” You twerked your ass as fez took his large palm back and gave you a nice smack to your backside.

You shot up at the stinging sensation like a looney tunes character and whipped around to face him as he smirked at you getting ready to lit up his blunt. You rubbed at your now sore ass frowning at him, “I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine from earlier but now you want to be violent?”

“Come sit, I’ll make it better.” Amusement washed over his pretty eyes.

Dirty flashbacks tempted to enter your brain but you clenched your eyes shut before wagging a finger down at the smirking redhead. “Nope. I know your tricks Fergus and I won’t be tainted! My rules still apply.”

“Fine.” He laid back on the carpet as you moved around the room to find your shoes, a jacket, and your keys, “…I’ll miss you and your surprisingly non-smelly farts.”

“Yeah yeah, love you too. See you later.” You nudged his ankle with your foot on your way out.

As you went by the door he added, “and I’ll talk to faye.”

You knew he would, which brought another grin to your lips as you made your exit. Fez listened to you go since he couldn’t exactly see you from his position and exhaled with a roll of his head back and forth as he played what happened back in his head.

Letting out a low chuckle to himself, he realized you were the real deal no matter how dramatic you tended to be at times…don’t get that twisted! he didn’t like to invalidate your feelings or whatever—you could be a lot to handle but he didn’t mind. You were his and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t yours too.

#euphoria #euphoria hbo #euphoria season 2 #fez #fezco x black! reader #fez x black! reader #euphoria faye #fez x faye

[lettheladylead]

The Golden Heir Chapter 6 - Blood [Ch1] [Ch2] [Ch3] [Ch4] [Ch5] [Ch7] [Ch8]

Dickie opened her eyes to find herself tied up and in a room with a lot of unfamiliar faces. There were a bunch of tied up kids, and two little girls talking to them, and then a surprisingly familiar person was tied to two other people in the corner of the room.

As the boys (triplets? They looked familiar, like she’d seen them on the news) turned to talk to the one little girl that was tied up, Dickie looked over at the adults and sat up straight to make sure she was seeing things right.

“...Gyro?”

Everyone in the room turned to look at her, and everyone looked massively confused except for the two girls that weren’t tied up.

Gyro in particular looked like he was understanding the situation less and less. “...Dickie? Wha...what are you doing here?!”

She looked around the room and noticed that one of the triplets was staring at her like he knew her from somewhere. The other two were animatedly discussing how their Uncle Scrooge was faring in a fight and Dickie finally realized who they all were - Huey, Dewey, and Louie, Scrooge McDuck’s nephews! She wasn’t an expert, but she’d read articles about their family before.

“I’m, uh...not really sure,” she said quietly. “My grandma told me to just do whatever these weird bad guys said or else they’d hurt me, so…”

“Your grandmother…?” Gyro mumbled, looking around the room. “I don’t understand, I thought they were just taking people with a connection to Scrooge.”

The little girls looked at each other and started giggling as the triplets and the other little girl leaned towards each other. Dickie wondered if they were trying to break the ropes holding them up, but that definitely wasn’t going to work. She opened her mouth to say something again when the screen on the wall blipped and suddenly they were all able to see something very frightening.

The two people she’d interacted with earlier - Heron and Bradford, apparently - were standing atop some sort of structure looking even more evil than before.

“Hi Mommy!” June said with a little wave.

“Each of them will soon be erased from existence as well,” Bradford said, and Dickie propped herself into a fully seated position and then tried to scoot closer to Gyro and the other adults.

She didn’t understand what was happening at all but she could see behind Heron was a small group of people chained up and hanging near the edge of the tower, overtop of what seemed like a swirling vortex of doom. Though she could only see a few strands of blonde in the far corner, Dickie knew exactly who was out there.

“Granny…” she said softly, almost too soft for anyone to hear.

Louie, though, glanced back at her with a confused look on his face.

Everyone was silently watching the scene folding outside until Bradford suddenly shoved Heron into the vortex. Dickie wasn’t able to hear everything they said, but she was pretty sure that wasn’t a part of the plan based on how upset the two girls got.

“MOM!”

“NO!!!”

They yelled out and cradled the screen which had turned to just noise.

The girl that was tied to Gyro spoke up. “Wait, he’s gonna get rid of his own team, too?!”

“Do you know how replaceable clones are?” Gyro responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The two little girls turned towards them looking somber and Dickie finally started to realize what was happening. Those little girls must’ve been misguided clones of the other little girl that looked just like them. The one the triplets called Webby.

She still didn’t know what this all had to do with her grandma or with her. Why had Bradford needed her to get that weird piece of paper? Was that the Papyrus that he yelled about before killing Heron?

“Bradford’s lying! Mom told us the story of the Papyrus of Binding. It can only be found by a direct descendant of Scrooge!” the red triplet explained. “I didn’t find it!”

“Me neither!”

“Nah-uh!”

Webby looked confused. “But then...why did Bradford try to have me find it?” She swung around for a moment. “I’m not...I mean...what Granny told me earlier…”

The boys looked at each other. “What did she tell you?”

“That I’m not really her granddaughter…” Webby said sadly, staring down at the floor. “That she found me as a baby in F.O.W.L. headquarters. And Bradford said I was made by F.O.W.L. But...why?”

A heavily-accented voice filled the room with a sing-song response. “Well, obviously they were trying to create a descendant of Scrooge McDuck!”

Everyone stared at the man holding the harmonica and he looked back as if he hadn’t said something strange. “What?”

“So you’re saying…” Huey’s face contorted through a hundred expressions as he put his thoughts together. “May and June are made from Webby and...Webby is made from...Uncle Scrooge?”

Webby’s mouth was hanging open. “Bless me bagpipes…”

“Wait, so, like, does that make Webby Scrooge’s daughter?” Dewey mumbled. “Then why didn’t the Papyrus appear for her?”

“I guess the Papyrus didn’t count it,” Huey said. “If Webby is a genetically modified clone, then I suppose she isn’t technically a descendant.”

“But that doesn’t change the fact that they have the Papyrus!” Webby yelped. “So then...how did…?”

Louie’s eyes widened and he turned the group of boys around to look back at Dickie. She knew she needed to say something but felt awkward interrupting during this moment of revelations for their family, but she was starting to come to a conclusion of her own and that needed her full attention.

“Your name is...Dickie, right?”

Gyro looked between Louie and Dickie and almost jumped when he realized what was happening.

“Yeah...um…” Dickie mumbled, looking down at the floor.

“You look a lot like our Aunt Goldie,” Louie continued. The other kidnapees in the room gasped, Gyro and Von Drake excluded, and Louie nodded feeling very confident in his conclusion.

“...Aunt Goldie, huh?” She looked up at Louie and grinned sheepishly. “To me, she’s just...Grandma Goldie.”

“WHAT?!” Huey shouted, shaking the boys around. “Grandma like...like grandma grandma? Goldie O’Gilt?!”

“...yeah.”

Webby was staring at her so intensely and Dickie couldn’t look back. “So...did the Papyrus appear to you?”

Dickie nodded after a moment of hesitation. “He didn’t tell me what it was! I was just following orders so he wouldn’t kill anybody!”

Gyro let out a loud, inhuman noise. “You’ve been related to Scrooge this entire time and never thought to mention it?”

“Well I-I didn’t know!” Dickie yelled, struggling against the rope around her. “She always told me she didn’t know who my grandpa was!”

The kids all looked at Louie, knowing he had a special relationship with Goldie and might have more insight on this situation than the rest of them. He just shook his head. “I’m sure Aunt Goldie had her reasons for keeping this from Uncle Scrooge.”

“Or maybe she...she really didn’t know!” Dickie chimed in. “Just ‘cause this Bradford guy figured it out doesn’t mean Granny knew, right?”

“Oh, she definitely knew,” Von Drake said suddenly, making everyone look at him again. He seemed to have all the answers that no one else did. “Sure, Goldie likes to have fun, but she’d never carry a baby to term unless it was ol’ Scrooge McDuck’s, no doubt about that.”

“...how can you possibly be so sure about that?” Gyro said with a judgemental glare. The girl between them grimaced.

Von Drake opened his mouth to answer, but then stared at the gaggle of children in front of him and quickly shut his beak. “Ah...well. Just, ah, take my word for it.”

Dickie frowned and stared down at the floor. “So...what? I’m...Scrooge McDuck’s granddaughter? And that’s why they brought me here and tied me up? This is kind of insane, you guys know that, right?”

“Considering I just found out I’m a genetically modified clone of your grandpa…” Webby started, pouting her beak. “I think it’s not the craziest thing we learned today.”

“...that’s a good point.”

“Hey!” Dewey spoke up, spinning the boys around. “Does this make you Webby’s niece?”

Dickie and Webby looked at each other curiously. “I never imagined myself with an aunt that’s, like, half my age.”

Webby smiled awkwardly at the older girl and started to respond when her clones finally spoke up after staying silent for so long.

“So that’s it? That’s why we were made? So Bradford could find some dumb piece of paper and get rid of us?!” May shouted, staring down at her hands.

“...we weren’t even good enough to do that. We never have been.”

Dickie watched the girls talking to each other as Webby went into a little rant about family, and leaned back against the wall behind her. Sure, alright, she was technically Scrooge McDuck’s family. But that was just through blood. She definitely didn’t feel like his family. She didn’t even know him.

Knowing that her grandma kept this from her made Dickie feel like she wasn’t even a part of the family she knew. Of course families kept secrets from each other. Even the family in front of her - as much as they loved each other and kept each other strong, they clearly had a lot of secrets that’d just come out in the last day. Maybe she shouldn’t be so picky. At least she didn’t just learn she’s a clone of the richest guy on earth.

“Please...help us save our family,” Webby finished, and the two other girls looked at each other for a moment before smiling and reaching out to undo their knots.

#ducktales #dickie duck #webby vanderquack #gyro gearloose #ludwig von drake #huey duck #louie duck #dewey duck #may duck #june duck #gandra dee #carrofics #art #the golden heir #yes this is unconnected to my other dickie duck verses yes she and gyro are still friends #here i imagine he taught a class at duckburg u when he was struggling to get funding #scroldie

[5lazarus]

So Much Lore! So Much Information!

Dorian has a wonderful conversation with the Skyhold Librarian about improvements to the library's filing system and the innovations coming out of Minrathous when Vivienne comes by and points out he's just talking to himself. He's been waxing rhapsodic about the Tevinter equivalent of the Dewey decimal system to a spirit--or maybe a demon.

So clearly they must investigate. The first time I played DAI, the Librarian didn't spawn! He was quite a surprise during my second playthrough--so I got to thinking, what if he were a spirit? And what sort of spirit would he be?

The song Dorian hears in the brothel, that Solas sings, is one of the most beautiful love songs I've ever heard-- "Lamma Bada Yatathanna," which was composed in Al-Andalus. Here's my favorite version. The other song he sings to himself as he paints is a poem by Tolkien. I like this arrangement! There's a background story in those songs, if you check out the lyrics. ;) Read on Archive of Our Own here.

Dorian’s having a wonderful conversation with the new librarian in the Skyhold library about proper filing systems, and he’s really starting to have faith in the Inquisition’s ability to pull together an organization actually organized to take on Corypheus and the Tevinter elite. He’s telling him about the latest innovation of folding actual waves of sound into crystals in Minrathous when Vivienne saunters by.

“Darling, shush,” she says as she goes. “We must have quiet in the library, and you’re scaring our guests, talking to yourself.”

Dorian reddens. “I am not monologuing!” he protests. “We’re having a conversation, aren’t we, er—“ He realizes he hasn’t actually asked for the librarian’s name, but he turns to him for back-up anyway. He’ll ignore the misstep, Dorian is so pretty, he can carry this away.

But there is no one there.

Vivienne says very calmly, “Did you think you were speaking to someone?”

Dorian says, “I’m not twelve, it wasn’t a demon. He was just right there!”

She says, “Oh, what do they teach you in Minrathous?”

“I know how to recognize a demon, Madame,” he snaps. “There was no demon. Just a librarian. He was telling me about how Skyhold originally used the old dwarven system of classification and how they were adapting that with the Orlesian système de dépôt to better accommodate all the many superfluous copies we have of Genitivi—“

“Then it was a pride demon,” Vivienne muses, “or envy. With the way it accumulates knowledge and drew you out…”

“Oh come now, Vivienne.” Dorian throws his head back and crosses his arms. He knows a demon when he sees it. While he’s never been particularly interested in blood magic, the magisterium does tend to throw corrupted spirits in his face. He has gotten very good at defining when their reality is importuned by creatures wanted to eat his flesh and ravage his soul. “He was a bit shorter than me, elf, with a long nose but kind-of bulbous at the end. Long hair, he didn’t quite know how to style it. Lank. But everyone here needs a wash. Wore blue enchanter’s robes edged with gold. It was quite garish, really. You’d think a pride demon would have better taste than that.”

Vivienne says, “The rebel mages no longer wear the outfits of the Circle. Haven’t you seen their military uniform? This wasn’t human, Dorian. When was the first time you saw it? There are children who come to this library, and with so few templars about, we cannot risk—“

Dorian puts up his hands. “But I’ve seen other people talking to him,” he protests.

Vivienne narrows her eyes. “That makes it more dangerous, darling. We must track it down to its source.”

He’s getting irritated now. The rotunda is full of mages. Someone would have noticed if a pride demon were running rampant through Skyhold, if not himself, then Fiona, or even Solas, who seems to specialize in weird relationships with spirits. Then he grins. Solas has his work station near the stairs, where he can see all that come and go.

He says, “Let’s ask Solas if he’s seen him. If Solas hasn’t, then I’ll cede the point.”

Vivienne grimaces. She has made no secret of her disdain for the apostate hobo, both of his research methodology and his fashion. Dorian does so love to see them both get catty, so he grins and gestures in an Orlesian curtsey for Vivienne to lead the way down the stairs. She gathers her skirts and descends; he follows.

The lowest level of the rotunda smells of plaster, charcoal, and wet paint. Solas is painting again, moving rapidly to fill in the first layer of background details on his still-wet fresco. He is singing to himself as he moves, his brushstrokes keeping time. Dorian frowns. He recognizes the melody, but from where? Then he pulls at his mustache in his surprise as he remembers: one of the elvhen whores at his favorite brothel in Minrathous got all the boys singing it, it was a love song, an ancient one, that even the slaves still remembered. His gift of the night had translated it for him: “Oh, my destiny, my perplexity! No one can comfort me in my misery….” Then of course the man had taken hold of him and relieved him of said suffering, and it was a quite enjoyable night, even though the song as a come-on was a bit too obvious. Dorian pushes away the memory and wonders how Solas knows an old Tevinter elven song—but of course if confronted, Solas would merely shrug and say he heard it in the Fade, once.

At the end of the song the first level is finished. Solas takes his brushes and his palette and climbs down to the second level. He is humming as he goes.

Vivienne clears her throat. Solas sets down his paints.

“What do you need?” he asks. “This paint dries quickly.”

Dorian says, “Why Solas, I didn’t know you had such a lovely voice. Was that a love song I detected? I think I’ve heard it before—in Tevinter.” He does not add that he heard it in a brothel. Why ruin such a lovely memory?

Solas repeats, “This paint dries quickly, and if I delay much longer I will have to chip away the plaster and begin again. What do you need?”

Vivienne and Dorian exchange a glance. It is definitely a love song, but that is not relevant to their quest, and the paintings in the rotunda are quite impressively monumental. Josephine will be upset if they ruin it.

Vivienne, ever practical, cuts in, “Have you noticed a spirit upstairs, in the library?”

Solas says, “Do you mean the librarian? Yes. He has quite a wonder for filing systems. What about him, Vivienne? Have you drawn him into conversation and found him a demon of Envy?” Dorian, awkward, shifts—he’d spent at least an hour discussing the Minrathous Circle’s new filing system with him, and hadn’t even realized he wasn’t quite real. Solas catches the movement and smiles suddenly at him. “Do not worry, Dorian. He is a very old and precious spirit, and it is a compliment that he was drawn to you beyond your—finery.” He turns to Vivienne. “Well? Is there anything that you need?”

Vivienne says, “We cannot have a spirit roaming unconfined where there are children about. Even Cole demanded a binding. Surely you see the danger of leaving it unsupervised, particularly since we leave the mage children so…undisciplined.”

Solas’ face tightens as he forces away a sneer. Blandly he picks up a brush and dips it into the lead-white paint. He turns his back to Vivienne and says over his shoulder to Dorian, “I can see no harm in it.” Company dismissed, he turns and begins rapidly sketching out two large triangles, pointing down. He begins singing again, a more melancholy thing than the love song, and this time the words are comprehensible: “The road goes ever on and on….”

When they return upstairs Vivienne seethes, “He sees no harm in it because he’s lived his whole life half-mad in the woods, with spirits as his only companions, and due to the accidental of his birth he cannot comprehend the dangers of the Fade to most other mages.”

Dorian pauses. It isn’t an unfair assessment, but the White Divine’s Circles are so much more restrictive in the way they view spirits, and Vivienne, brought up in the proper devotion of the White Spire, is more restrictive than most. He’s worked with incorporeal assistants in Nevarra before, and back in Tevinter, Alexius had several bound to serve in the laboratories, and managed to keep them all from getting corrupted, too. A bit guiltily he thinks about Cole, who is sweet and infernally well-meaning. He doesn’t like the idea of a spirit like him bound up as a servant, but then he would break, wouldn’t he? Compassion is so fragile.

Then he realizes: that is the danger, isn’t it, that this spirit will break? Solas may see no harm in it, but Dorian didn’t even realize the Librarian wasn’t a man. What if the wrong person finds it?

He tells Vivienne, “I see what you mean. But let’s find out what it is, first. Now that we know that it is a spirit and that it’s…friendly, we can question it about its nature.”

Vivienne says, “You sound like you’ve been speaking to a pride demon—why do you think it will answer you truthfully?”

Dorian bows. “That’s why I have you, my dear.”

She smiles, and together they walk into the shelves. The Librarian is there, sitting primly on the cold stone floor. A little girl, an elf, is flipping through the pages of an illustrated edition of one of their many copies of Genitivi, speaking rapidly. Dorian recognizes her as the Inquisitor’s younger daughter—Mirthen? Meerden? It was something unbelievably solemn for a young girl, that’s all he remembers.

“So much lore!” the Librarian marvels. “So much information!”

“And then of course Auntie said that her cousin lied because why would we want them to know when they already call them false? Mamae says that holy things need to be kept silent. When she takes us to pray she keeps silent and only speaks if she thinks the gods want her to. But Auntie said more than that, it’s dangerous for it to be in books we don’t write because that’s setting it down and it’s like how the Fade shapes things, and we shape the Fade? The books take it away, because of the print. Have you ever seen print? Mamae’s a printer.”

This the girl says with pride. The spirit says, “What is—a printer?”

She claps her hands in delight. “Mamae said the dwarves from House Cadash invented it but it’s based off what the Shapers do to the Memories! Have you ever been to Orzammar? I’ve never been. My cousin says it’s true though, the memories are like print. You can take them out and everything. But you take lead and you pour it into a mould like a blacksmith, except you make letters instead of axes and jewelry or whatever, and then press it and you have a stamp! But if you make small ones for all the letters and move them quickly, you can make words and you just have to stamp the page. Put it together, take it apart. So it’s faster than illuminating a book but it’s uglier too, and Babae said it had less personality but Mamae—“

The Librarian says, “So much information!” Its eyes are sparkling. “Can you show me a book with print?”

The girl looks up at the shelves and then sees Dorian and Vivienne watching them. She colors. Very formally, in manners her mother must have drilled in her, she gets up and curtseys.

She mumbles, “Good day, Master Pavus, Madame de Fer.” She studies the floor; the Inquisitor’s children get very quiet around humans, Dorian’s noticed. He’s seen them chatter the ears off Varric, and they love Solas for his stories, who seems to appreciate a willing audience.

Dorian says, “Good day, Mirthen.”

Vivienne says, “Mirwen. Be a good girl and run along to Solas downstairs, won’t you darling? Stay there until he tells you otherwise.”

Mirwen frowns, but turns to the Librarian and says confidingly, “I’ll come back later. Stay here!”

The Librarian says, “I am always there for those who seek wonder.” The girl beams and scurries away, lugging the massive volume of Genitivi with her. It is a charming sight, Dorian must admit. She reminds him a bit of himself at that age, still so full of wonder and eager to share everything he learned with anyone who bothered to listen. Few bothered, of course, but then he learned to make himself a wonder to draw others to him, by his beauty, his wit, his disreputable charm.

Vivienne summons a ward and outlines a binding circle around the Librarian. It continues to sit there in its dowdy robes, but blinks curiously up at them.

Dorian says, “Well, aren’t you a curio. I thought you liked filing systems.”

The spirit says, “I do like filing systems! And I like print now, too.” He beams at them. “I never knew of books that were made of stamps before. So much new information! So much progress! It’s wonderful.”

Dorian sighs. He tells Vivienne, “Look at it, it’s harmless. It’s like a child.”

Vivienne says, “It likes filing systems. It’s dull.”

Dorian huffs. “Nothing I am interested in is dull. Filing systems—now, I grant you that Orlais is better organized than Ferelden or Nevarra, but there is no feeling better than taking a messy archive from some blood-addled magister and cleaning it up. The Minrathous system, unlike the White Spire, organizes by subject rather than mere chronological order, and then within the category organized by date of publication. So you don’t just end up with three shelves of Genitivi, and have to go through each book and hope you can find something about—I don’t know, lyrium memory crystals. In this case, I would simply go the bookcase dedicated to the study of lyrium, and head right to the bottom shelf, for the most recent publication, so I don’t have to wade through outdated work that’s long since been disproven. Or! If I do want to understand the whole study as a discipline, and see the development of the field, I can simply trace it in chronological order—“

The spirit is glowing, delighted. Vivienne herself is smiling. She says, “Darling, you need to go out more.”

“I do go out!” Dorian snaps. “I came out here! Into this miserable mountain backwater. Forgive me if I’m so titillated by the byproducts of civilization.”

Vivienne lifts a single eyebrow. “You could attend one of Lady Montilyet’s tea parties.”

Dorian says, “Do you attend her parties? Not just when she feats the aristocracy, but even when she’s wining and dining, I don’t know, tea merchants, and suchlike?”

Vivienne says, “Of course. I do delight in conversation and repartee. You might try it sometime.” Dorian laughs and mock-clutches his heart—that was a good one. “Even a tea merchant provides needed information for the effects of the Breach on agriculture across the continent. Half of the most interesting gatherings at the Court happen over tea, darling. One must keep up with the fields—who is buying all of what stock, how they are being delivered, how the merchants are devising new ways of it being served. And if there is a drought in the Nevarran tea mountains, then there is less tea for Orlais, and a new form of party must be devised.”

The spirit looks at Vivienne glittering in her finery. “You enjoy people,” it says. “The new games they devise. It fills you with wonder.”

Vivienne sighs. “Simpler than Cole,” she notes. “But more discrete, which perhaps makes it safer to leave alone. With supervision. Dorian, what do you think it is?”

Dorian says, “Wait, let’s ask it—who are you, O spirit of the Skyhold library, who likes everything from Brother Genitivi to print to filing systems to tea parties, apparently?”

The Librarian says, “You brought me here, so you already know.” The spirit smiles and suddenly Dorian sees it, the little girl running her fingers along the rows of indented print, himself breathing out a sigh of satisfaction at a whole shelf, properly organized, and Vivienne at the tea party, cup in hand, as her eyes sparkle over a piece of information that would be useful to a trader friend’s. He sees Josephine marveling over Solas’ frescoes. He sees Solas watching the Inquisitor, and then he hears the singing at that brothel that beautiful little night, the arm thrown around him, the companionship and the pleasure of it.

The spirit steps out of the binding and walks to the railing, craning its head to watch Solas paint below. “I am Wonder,” it says, almost an afterthought. “Don’t you know?”

#dragon age fanfiction #dragon age fanfic #da fic #da fanfic #dai #dorian pavus #vivienne #madame de fer #solas #solavellan #so much lore! so much information! #skyhold librarian #skyhold is its own character after all #spirits #dai background characters

[air-in-words]

Badger Snakes and The "Red-Stained Ledger"

Since my recent announcement identifying as a Badger Snake (don't @ me if I change my primary at some point lol still going back over that one,) I've looked up some characters that have been identified as Badger Snakes, and found two things:

1) There weren't very many in fiction and

2) most go through the same personal journey I had described in my previous post.

By that, I mean, a very similar feeling of self-loathing or feeling as though you have some dirty secret to hide, AKA the Red-Stained Ledger Natasha Romanoff refers to. The two main ones that have been agreed upon I'll be focusing on are Woody from Toy Story and the aforementioned Black Widow, but I'll also be bringing two new characters into the fray, one that's been sorted as such based on the portrayal, and one that I've discovered on my own. They are Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman and Dewey Finn from School of Rock.

It's interesting to find the similar plotlines that certain sortings are given consistently in media, and The Power Behind the Throne AKA Badger Snake seems to pretty much only have the one: They fight for the group that they are loyal to, but they can't seem to help but do so in a way that they aren't proud of, one that they're sure would lead said group to shun them.

I'm sure someone could point out a character I'm not referencing here that doesn't have that plot, but at the very least, this plot dominates the sorting.

Woody in the first movie goes through exactly that issue. He only wants to fight for Andy's toys, and in many ways, all toys he comes across. He makes choices that he believes will benefit everyone, and prides himself on being able to make the "tough choices." But, he ends up having to do so in a "duplicitous" way, when he seeks to manipulate Buzz Lightyear out of his group. This is a horrible, dirty secret to him, and he feels almost as if he could never return to them, never show his face again because of how he chooses to fight. In the end, he reaffirms that his actions come from a good place, a place of love for his group, and finds ways to use his crafty talents that are slightly more constructive and a little less "cloak and dagger."

Natasha Romanoff has given me the namesake for this Badger Snake element: the Red-Stained Ledger. She describes her desire to fight for her country, for her family, but struggles with what she knows she's good at. She believes she's inherently a bad person and is determined to remain a loner due to her "badness," due to the "monster" she is. Good people don't lie or manipulate. Good people... uh... I dunno, bake cakes or something? Work humble jobs? But, her contribution to the world, her ability to be clever and tricky, means that holding her group, her country, her family, the Avengers themselves, only in her heart and not in her hands. But, her true colors are shown in her never-ending dedication to the cause, down to her being willing to give her life so that no one else has to do it. In a way, it's sad, because she died believing she in some way deserved it. But, none of her teammates felt that way about her. She may have been crafty, a master manipulator, and a skillful liar, but she was the farthest thing from bad.

Now, onto the two newer additions. I've seen Selina Kyle sorted as Double Snake, and I would agree that there are many interpretations that could fit the bill. But, if you ask me, the truest interpretation of her is as The Power Behind the Throne, the Robin Hood with no loud cause to shout from the rooftops; only a desire to help the people of Gotham. She uses her skills as a thief to act as a sort of "guardian angel" to the poorest in Gotham, but she has no grand statement to make. She sees people hurting, her group, the underdogs of Gotham, and came to their aid. But she does so quietly, secretly, because she believes in her heart that the way she has done so is not worthy of praise. She's a con and a thief, but, she places people above all else. She, in some interpretations, is one of the main people to open Bruce's eyes to the fact that not all criminals are necessarily bad people. Some of them are just in terrible situations they can't get out of. And yet, she won't afford that benefit of the doubt to herself, believing she is simply a broken toy not worth fixing. Her occasionally lackadaisical attitude towards killing may seem to make Badger primary unlikely, but Badgers are not always loyal to ALL humans. Her group is the poor and downtrodden, and those who act against them are less than human in her eyes.

Now, we come to my personal favorite, my own personal discovery: Dewey Finn from one of my favorite movies, School of Rock.

Dewey is a fabulous example of a Badger Snake, in my personal opinion. His chosen group is Rock with a Capital R and "the band," whichever band that may currently be. He may have some sort of Burnt Snake primary performance/model going on, wanting to play the part of a "rock star" that truly only cares about himself, but his true loyalty is very clear. He is worried about doing his chosen group justice in every way, making sure that Rock is being well-represented and that he's serving his current band the very best he has to offer. Being kicked out of his band at the very beginning is earth-shattering to him, not because he has a Snake primary style devotion to only them, but because they told him he let them down, and implying that he wasn't representing Rock the way he should. His Snake primary performance/model melts away as he bonds to his new band, the kids he teaches. He brings them into his chosen group of Rock and creates a new bonded group with them in particular as they form a band. He actually finds himself liberated by taking a backseat to the children (a very Badger primary thing to enjoy,) allowing Zack to play his song, guiding Freddie away from making bad choices, helping Tamika find her voice, encouraging fellow Snake secondary Summer how to use her shrewdness, and, using a method I believe is best utilized by Badger Snakes, helping Principal Mullins find her chill. Lol.

Badger Snakes, more than any other Snake secondary type, will rely on the "we aren't so different you and I" approach to get what they want. He finds out Mullins also enjoys Rock. This is something they have in common! Let's create a situation where we "naturally" find out we have this thing in common, placing us both in the same group. Although other primaries don't glorify groups as much as Badger primaries do, all people are more likely to listen to or help out someone they feel is like them in some way. So, Dewey puts some Stevie Nicks on the jukebox and gets Mullins on his side.

In a similar fashion to the characters listed above, Dewey believes he is truly a loser and has nothing of any actual value or goodness to provide. But, the children help him see he's wrong, and he finds a way to utilize his talents in a way that truly fulfills him.

In conclusion, although seemingly unrepresented, I think there actually may be quite a few more Badger Snakes hiding in media, and, perhaps, they can be outed by looking for the Red-Stained Ledger plotline. Badger primaries are more likely, in my opinion, to be disturbed by their actions than say a Lion primary, due to where their loyalties truly lie. Although Lions may fight for the right thing, and that right thing may involve people's rights or serving a group, they serve that right thing before any of the people they may steamroll over to achieve it. Badgers, by definition, serve things. And, usually, lying, cheating, or otherwise being crafty is viewed as the worst possible way to serve someone or something. They do care about the things they may hurt or damage through their actions, and how they use their talents does, in fact, matter to them immensely.

So, to my Badger Snakes out there struggling with their own so-called "Red-Stained Ledgers", just remember that Dewey Finn would think you're kick-ass.

EDIT: Sorry, was thinking about it, and had to put an edit. Another way to think of this plotline/character archetype is mentioned in School of Rock as well as in a musical I know very well. I wouldn't use this moniker as the name for this plotline, only because it describes a very specific Snake secondary, one that is playful and light-hearted, and not all Snake secondaries are like this.

Zack's song refers to Dewey as The Magic Man, a person that swoops in and, almost by magic (in actuality, manipulation) brings out the best in the people around them. In the aforementioned musical, this character is called The Music Man.

Harold Hill may very well be another Badger Snake, although one more heavily disguised than Dewey Finn. I won't go too deep into his characterization here, but know he's a conman who claims to be a band instructor, while he has no musical talent himself, planning on taking the money for the uniforms and instruments and running. Instead, almost without realizing it, he encourages and manipulates the people of the town he enters into becoming better versions of what they are now. And, the most tragic part of his character is revealed once another character, one of the children he's conned, points out that there isn't a band, and never has been one. Harold tells him "I always think there's a band, kid."

It's interesting that, in both of these cases, they are associated with music and an almost mystical ability to bring out the best in others. I might do a more in-depth look at Harold Hill at some point, since I've been planning on doing some musical characters for a bit.

If thinking about having a Red-Stained Ledger is too negative for your own self-image, think of yourself as The Music Man. Your friends and the people around you may actually see you as an almost mystical force for good, someone who always seems to know the right thing to say or do to bring out the best in them. :)

#badger snake #badger primary #snake secondary #sorting hat chats #sortinghatchats #harry potter #hogwarts housing #hufflepuff #slytherin #hogwarts #red-stained ledger #woody toy story #natasha romanoff #black widow #selina kyle #catwoman #dewey finn #school of rock

[eastofthemoon]

Feathered Friends

A silly one shot that wouldn’t leave my head.

Archive of Our Own

Rating: G

Series: The Owl House/Ducktales 2017

Summary: Luz tries something to get her back to the human realm, unfortunately the human part wasn't present. 

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Luz rubbed her hands eagerly as she looked over the handheld mirror. “Alright, mysterious device of arcane mystery, let’s see if you can bring me back to the human realm!’

“Are you sure you want to do this, kiddo?” Eda asked as she crossed her arm. “We know even less about this thing than your last portal attempt.”

“But the inscription says it leads to another world when you twist the handle,” Luz said as she clasped her hands.

“Doesn’t mean it’s the human realm,” Eda added. “There are plenty of bizarre worlds out there. For all we know this thing's connected to a world of man eating toe bats or something.”

“Where did you two find this outrageous ornament anyway?” King said as he poked the mirror.

“<i>We</i> didn’t,” Eda said with a deep sigh, shoving King’s paw away. “Hooty coughed it up and apparently doesn’t even remember where he picked it up.  Not that he remembers much to begin with.”

King grimaced. “Yuck, he really needs to be more aware of what he eats.”

“Anyway,” Luz continued as she put her hands on her hips, “it’s still worth trying.  Worst case it should lead back here, right?”

Eda sighed as she ruffled her hair. “All right, but I’m coming with you. King, how about you?  Up for a little interdimensional exploration?”

“Naw,” King said as he left the room. “My tummy is craving hot chocolate and I’ve decided to graciously fulfill its demand.”

“Save some for me,” Luz said as she picked up the mirror. “This shouldn’t take long.”

“Well, those are some ominous last words, but let’s give it a go,” Eda said as she placed a hand on Luz’s shoulder.

Luz bit her lower lip as she gave the mirror handle a hard twist.

The mirror sparked madly, before suddenly erupting with blue energy.  The mirror seemed to shine, and the energy formed into a swirling portal.

“Alright,” Luz said with a deep breath. “Here goes.”  Holding the mirror close to her chest, Luz stepped through the portal together with Eda.

They found themselves in a room. A very normal human looking room with a bunk bed and human style clothes scattered around it.

Hope flickered in Luz's eyes. Was it possible? Had she made it home?! Did she-

Someone, not Eda, cleared their throat and Luz turned.

Her joy evaporated.

Four pairs of eyes were staring at her. Eyes belonging to what seemed to be humanoid ducks. One was wearing a pink dress with a cute bow, another wore a blue shirt and a stunned expression. The third wore a red hat and shirt and seemed to be working out what question to ask first, while the fourth wore a green hoodie and held a soda can.

“Um...Hi,” Luz said slowly with a nervous smile. “Please don’t freak-”

The duck in green growled as he rubbed his eyes and set down the soda can.  The actual soda can, Luz found her eyes drawn to it. “Dewey, I thought you promised not to invite extra-dimensional beings into our bedroom again!”

“It wasn't me!” the duck, likely named Dewey, objected. “I mean, it was me that other time, but in my defense the number of views for my show have never been higher.”

“While that may be numerically true, that is strictly relative,” the duck with the red hat replied dryly.  "The number of views were even higher that time you left the camera on for twenty minutes of Mrs. Beakley cleaning the carpet."

“Uh….” Luz said as Eda looked around.

“Talking ducks? Hey, I think I’ve been to this world,” Eda muttered.

Before Luz could ask what she meant, the duck with the cute bow bounced up to her.

“Hi, I’m Webby!” she greeted and pointed behind her. “That’s Louie, Dewey and Huey! What’s your name?”

“I’m Luz, and this is Eda the Owl Lady,” Luz replied, slightly amazed by her chipper attitude. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to barge in-”

“Boys, what was that noise?!” shouted a female voice with a British accent.

“One second,” Huey said as he poked his head out of the room. “A portal opened and now we've got visitors from another world.”

There was a brief pause. “Are they dangerous?”

Huey pulled his head back. “Hostile or non-hostile?”

“Well, some call me a foxy mama and I've slain many a heart, kiddo,” Eda said with a wink.

Huey raised an eyebrow and glanced at Luz. “Non-hostile then?”

Luz nodded as Huey poked his head out again.

“They’re not dangerous, Mrs. Beakley!” he shouted.

“Alright, I’ll be up once these dishes have been dealt with,” the voice shouted back.

“You guys are oddly calm about this,” Luz said as she tilted her head.

Louie scoffed as he shoved his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie. “Please, on average we get at least one weird portal opening in our house a month.”

“It was twice last month,” Dewey replied and shivered. “I still can’t get that centaur’s song out of my head.”

"Averages, Dewford!"

“Okay, then,” Luz said, wondering to herself exactly what kind of life these ducks had.

Huey pointed to the mirror in Luz’s hand. “So, given the evidence, my hypothesis is that this is what created the portal.  It wasn't red, so I'm assuming it doesn't use the same method as the Solego circuit - is it magic?  Runic designs, or some sort of divine blessing?”

Luz blinked and blushed realizing she had almost forgotten she was holding it.

“Uh, yeah, again sorry, we kind of just found it and were experimenting,” Luz said as she held it up. “I’ll just turn so we can-”

“Now, hold up, kiddo,” Eda said with a smirk. “I’ve been to this world before and it’s actually pretty fun. A lot more accepting of avian people than the Boiling Isles, if you catch my drift.  It might actually be worth having a short visit here.”

“I can’t help but note you’re not asking our opinion here,” Louie asked.  "I should really start charging tolls on interdimensional travel..."

Dewey stepped forward and pointed. “More importantly will you or will you not come onto my show for an interview?”

“How much are you willing to pay?” Eda said.

“Nevermind that,” Webby said as she grinned at Luz. “Are you a magic user?”

“I’m, er, a witch in training,” Luz said as she rubbed the back of her neck. 

“Oooh, I should introduce you to Lena and Violet,” Webby continued. “We can compare notes - do you have a scrapbook of arcane secrets too?!”

“Oh really,” Luz said as her eyes sparked. That did sound like fun.

“Kids,” a female voice called out and another duck - female-sounding, wearing a pilot uniform - entered the room. “Beakley mentioned something about a portal-”

Suddenly, she gasped and pointed.  “Eda Clawthorne! Is that you?”

Eda frowned and tilted her head. “You look kind of familiar? Do I know you?  You're not a debt collector, right?”

The duck laughed and pointed at herself. “It’s me, Della Duck! Remember? I took your staff for a joyride? We had a bonding experience over nachos?”

Eda blinked, and a smile appeared as she snorted. “Della?! Ha! Wow, it’s been ages! You got old girl!”

Della laughed. “You're one to talk! Didn’t you have red hair?”

Eda snorted as she ran a hand through her hair. “True, but I am still a foxy mama though.  Silver is in.”

“I have several questions,” Huey asked.

“And I smell the start of a delicious backstory,” Luz added as she rubbed her hands.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Della said. “Scrooge, Donald and I ran into her once during one of our adventures.”

Eda chuckled. “Yeah, that was a fun ride. Hey, did Scrooge ever get over the ‘you know what’?”

Della paused, and suddenly sucked air in and looked anywhere <i>but</i> Eda. “Yeah, about that. Great catching up and all, but you should probably leave before he hears that you’re here?”

Eda froze. “Y-you've got to be kidding.  Don’t tell me that old coot is still alive-”

“EDA CLAWTHORNE!”

All heads turned and Luz spotted an old duck wearing a red jacket, a top hat on his head and an angry scowl on his face as he pointed a cane at the visitors.

“YOU HAVE SOME NERVE SHOWING UP HERE!”

“Oh boy,” Eda said as she grabbed Luz’s arm. “Time to go, kiddo!”

“What?” Luz cried. “But what about-”

“Oh, no you don’t!” Scrooge yelled as he wrapped his cane handle around Eda’s wrist. “YOU AREN’T GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL YOU RETURN THE COPPER PIPES YOU STOLE YOU SHIFTY SHORTCHANGING CHARLATAN!”

“Copper pipes?” Louie asked in disbelief. “Really?  In this economy?”

Eda rolled her eyes as she wrapped her hands around the cane. “Aw come on, Scroogey no need to be so hostile-”

Scrooge snarled. “I have every right to be horrendously hostile you-”

“Even when I specifically came here - across the dimensional void - just to bring back those pipes?” Eda gestured to the corner of the room. “All six of them, right over there!”

“What?” Scrooge looked. “I don’t see-”

Eda kicked Scrooge off his cane and watched the duck tumble flat on his face.

“And that definitely makes it time to go!” Eda said as she took the mirror, twisted the handle and sparks started to fly. “Say your goodbyes, kid, because we are out of here!”

“Uh, okay,” Luz said as Eda pulled her towards the emerging portal. “Sorry about this!”

“No worries,” Webby said as Dewey helped Scrooge up. “Send me a letter! I've always wanted an extradimensional pen-pal!”

Luz could see Scrooge rallying to give chase, but her view was abruptly eclipsed by the swirling blue of the portal as she was pulled through. Both Eda and Luz collided at the foot of the couch as the portal disappeared behind them.

King sipped his hot chocolate as he peered over them from the couch.

“So!  How was the site of my future conquest?” he asked.

Luz pointed an arm up. “Not the human realm, but we met some friendly talking ducks and I got Eda backstory so I'm still calling it a win.”

“And I got a free cane,” Eda declared as she waved the cane up in the air.

Luz narrowed her eyes. “You should really give that back.”

Eda snarked. “Luz, trust me, that guy has a ton of these things.” She held up in the air and fiddled with the handle. “I wonder if-”

A laser blazed out of the cane's tip without warning. Hooty yelped, spiraling out of the way it shot through the wall behind him.

“...Oooh, Mama like,” Eda cooed, eyes sparkling as she raced outside. “Let’s see what this bad boy can do!”

“Mass destruction! Untold mayhem! Unfettered obliteration!  It's my turn next!” King shouted as he gave chase.

Luz sighed as she put down the mirror. “Alright, so...I can check off the mirror at least.  Not a way home, but not bad.  Maybe leave the Owl Lady here next time.”

Luz heard more blasts being fired, and the growing sounds of rampaging fires. She briefly considered going outside to reduce the carnage, but decided it might be better to write that letter to Webby instead.

#ducktales 2017 #the owl house #toh #dt 2017 #my writing

[animatedminds]

The Lost Cargo of Kit Cloudkicker! - Thoughts

As the Ducktales episode I was perhaps looking forward to the most this season (maybe even more than Let’s Get Dangerous), I definitely had to do the full review thing for this one. I'm starting to realize that the characters brought in to Ducktales from the Disney Afternoon shows tend to be adapted foremost in ways that relate to the nostalgic adults who might have watched the series, rather than necessarily as themselves, hence why Drake's new character can be summed up as "a nerd who grew up on the origina Darkwing show," and why Kit here is "a burnt out adult who gave up on a childhood dream to do a safe job he isn't good at," even though both of those feel off (Kit especially) when compared to the character being adapted.

Still, because of that I don't necessarily have a gripe with Kit's characterization here, since I know what they were going for, even if I do feel like it's kind of a waste of stock.

However, I think I might have a gripe with this episode’s plot, in the way it introduces a lot of elements that it barely gets the chance to run with, even right down to the premise. Spoilers, but the episode features the gang chasing the pirates to a relic that can fuse two creatures together, an idea that brings a ''lot'' of possibilities (I mean, both Huey and Dewey were present in their bluntly contrasting personalities, and the opportunity was right there for some temporary hijinks) - but beyond a couple fused animal monsters popping in and out of the plot not much is done with it. And even then, the animal monsters are introduced on an "isle of the lost" style place supposedly overrun with that makes for an interesting setting for the adventure, but instead of seeing that idea explored much the characters are off the island very quickly without doing much with that premise either. This especially hurts Kit, who is used as this week’s foil for Dewey - but unlike most of the episodic characters in this show, he doesn’t get a lot to him to inform the way he acts. He tells us he became a pilot because it was expected of him... and that's it. We don’t see that anywhere else, and he’s not really under any pressure to be anything from anywhere so we don't get enough about Kit for that beat to land - if you've seen the original show you can kind of get it, but that's the best you've got to work with. Same with the stuff with Molly, who I imagine might get a "who is this?" reaction with her appearance at the end from the target audience given that the only indication of her existence was a single line from Della towards the beginning. These are things that I’m largely thinking of from the kids’ point of view: I'm a huge Talespin fan, but I doubt the primary viewers who wouldn’t be born for decades when the show first came out are. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not down on the episode like that. On the positive side, Della rocked in this episode. The story basically puts her in the role Scrooge tends to get in this series, as the older wit with common sense who takes charge of the adventure, but the fact that Della is a little less steady in that role is very well related in the way she goes about things. Like Donald she gets more overwhelmed by the situation than Scrooge will, and that makes her a very fun character to watch and follow. I wish she had starred in more episodes this season, definitely. And for a last a random thing I noticed - because i was specifically looking out for it - the music! For those who didn’t watch the original show, Talespin was a little different music wise in that it had its iconic theme song, but also a different piece of music that was the "main theme” of the score (composed by the great Christopher Stone) - a leitmotif that played about five times an episode in a variety of epic ways (Batman fans, think like how BTAS that the main Elfman-inspired theme, and then the “Batman” theme by Shirley Walker that eventually got rearranged for Mask of the Phantasm). This episode homages both by taking the theme song, but scoring it like that main theme, which was a nice touch. Overall, this was handled a lot less well than the series' other crossovers this season - though that was admittedly more of a "less is more" deal - and especially not as well as Darkwing who got a lot of good setup and character stuff even in the span of one episode. Ultimately I had the same issue with the Halloween episode, iirc. The episode does so many things at once that it doesn't get the chance to really go with any of them, so it just feels like a bunch of false starts. I liked it, because I never really dislike any episode of this series, but it just feels like something that could've been a lot better.

#ducktales #Frank Angones #matt youngberg #talespin #kit cloudkicker #dewey duck #disney xd #huey duck #talespin's score is god tier #christopher stone #disney afternoon #ducktales 2017 #baloo #animation review #Animated Minds for Animated Times

[s-creations]

In Sickness, In Health Chapter 5 - Broken Arm

Fandom: DuckTales 2017 / The Three Caballeros             Rating: General Audience             Relationships/Pairings:  José Carioca/Donald Duck/Panchito Pistoles     Additional Tags: getting sick, being cared for, mental health, injury, sore throat, common cold, chicken pox, broken bones, whooping cough, taking care of others.

Part of a Series Called: We’re the Three- Sorry, Six Caballeros!

Author’s Note: This chapter is self titled with what's about to happen. But please keep in mind this contains talk of broken bones. If I need to put further tags/warnings on this story, please let me know!

“Dewey, I’m serious, get down!” Huey frantically called.

 “Sorry, can’t hear you. Too high up and doing amazing!” Dewey called back as he reached for the next level of branches. 

 “Dewey!” 

 “Let it go dude,” Louie commented as he scrolled through his phone. Leaning up against the same tree that Dewey was currently climbing. “You’re not getting him down from there. Just let nature take its course.”

 While Huey glared at Louie, Dewey was continuing his trek up the tall tree. Humming his theme song (version 236) while he reached for another branch. His plan for the day was to reach the top of the tallest tree in the backyard so he could see across the bay. To hopefully see across it, maybe even see the entire world and what it had to offer. Maybe he could even find some place interesting enough to visit! Some place close!

 Ah, he was so eager! He couldn’t wait to find out what the rest of the world looked like. Entire body shaking with eagerness, Dewey moved a bit too quickly...

 He lost his footing first. Webbed foot slipped and Dewey quickly reached out to try and grab something for support. Only for his hand to grab at air. The branch just a bit too far out of reach. 

 It was as if time stood still for a moment. Dewey got a brief thought of ‘Huh...maybe this wasn’t the best idea.’ before he began to properly fall. It was strangely exhilarating to hear the wind rushing around him. Sort of like flying. Except the opposite. Because he was, in fact, falling. So this was worse.

 Dewey hit the ground hard, Huey shrieking while Louie let out a cry of ‘Holy Cow!’ as they rushed over. The triplet dressed in blue sat up slowly. Looking around, dazed, but otherwise felt fine. 

 “What were you thinking! You could have been killed!” Huey huffed. Fear being replaced by anger as he glared down at his brother.

 “I was thinking how cool it would be to see the view from the top of that tree. But I guess it wasn’t meant to be for the moment. Oh well, I’ll try again tomorrow-”

 Dewey let out a yelp of pain when he tried to put weight on his arm. Pain shooting through it, the duckling swearing he was about to pass out from it. Taking a deep breath to keep himself awake, Dewey looked down at said arm. Which was clearly broken. Sticking out at a weird angle, but nothing else seemed ‘wrong’.

 “I broke my arm.”

 “WHAT?”

 “Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s broken. Check it.” Dewey casually commented holding up the mentioned limb. Louie looked close to vomiting while Huey turned very pale. 

 “Oh… Okay. Um, Louie, can you get Uncle Donald?” The youngest triplet nodded and dashed back towards the house, happy to not see the arm. Huey, on his part, bent down to examine the damage as best he could. “Ah...so… I don’t think I’m supposed to touch it. But it looks so bad!”

 “Dude, it doesn’t hurt. Just breathe and leave it alone.” Truth be told, Dewey wasn’t really sure why he wasn’t panicking. Maybe it was because everyone else was already freaking out. But, it was probably the fact that, since it didn’t hurt, Dewey wasn’t too worried.

 “Dewey!” 

 Ah, someone else to worry about him.

 “Hi Uncle Donald!” Dewey beamed while being faced with a panicked duck. 

 Donald looked prepared to start pulling out his feathers in panic. “Okay, okay, Dewey, how are you feeling?”

 “Pretty good, all things considered.”

 “Okay, can you walk? We need to get you to the car.” 

 “Sure...I’ll just need help getting up.”

 Dewey was more than patient as the rest of the family rushed around him. Helping him into the car, getting the seatbelt on, making sure he was okay before they set off. A quick trip to the emergency room later and Dewey now had a sweet cast and a story to share with his other two uncles. 

 “This is so cool! Benny had one of his arms in a cast too and he got people to sign it. Do you think I could do that too?” Dewey looked up at Donald, freehand knocking on the hardened plaster. 

 “Of course. You can start carrying some sharpies when you’re at school. Just as long as you don't make everything messy and you don’t distract the class.” Donald commented, finally relaxed now that everything was taken care of.

 At first, Dewey was honestly thrilled to have his cast. It was like getting a fancy new piece of armor in a video game. Wanting to constantly show it off. Happily retelling his adventure with so much gusto to whomever would hear him. It was great. 

 Until it wasn’t.

 The first issue was how uncomfortable the cast was becoming. It was heavy and clunky. He couldn’t sleep because the cast was just dead weight. His arm started becoming both itchy and sweaty. Hot and bothersome with no solution as to how it was supposed to be fixed. 

 The second issue was that there was no one else to tell the story to. All his classmates knew. All his neighbors knew. And, even if his uncles would listen to him, Dewey knew they were becoming bored by the story. The once great armor was now dragging him down. 

 The last issue was that he couldn’t do anything. Uncle Donald made it clear that Dewey wasn’t going to do anything with the cast on. Not that the duckling paid that warning too much attention. Until he realized that the cast was preventing Dewey from, quite literally, doing anything. He couldn’t grab anything. Couldn’t put pressure on it in any way. Hold anything. It was basically a useless arm. 

 “At least you have some time to work on your homework.” Huey offered weakly. Which was only met with an unamused glare. 

 Dewey was becoming so bored. 

 He was currently situated on the sofa during one afternoon. Eyes barely open, barely focused, as he ‘watched’ the television. Dewey wasn’t fully taken in what he was looking at. He was also pretty sure there was a string of drool sliding out from the side of his mouth.

 “Well, don’t you look charming.”

 Dewey merely rolled his head to the side to look over towards Donald. “Hello…”

 “Hello to you too.” The older duck walked over, claiming an empty seat next to the blue dressed triplet. “I see you’ve moved your pity party from the bedroom to the living room.”

 “Not pity.” Dewey weakly argued back.

 “No? Then what are you doing?”

 “Bored?”

 “Ah, I see. Nothing like being sad for yourself.”

 “There’s nothing I can to with my stupid arm is it’s stupid cast.” Dewey huffed weakly. 

 “You’ve done nothing but watch t.v. since you’ve gotten that cast. Why don’t you try doing something new?”

 “Broken arm, can’t do anything.”

 Donald rolled his eyes. “You’re not in a full body cast, you can still move. And your dominant hand is still ‘free’. I don’t mean trying to climb something new. Why not find a new hobby? Read a book, go take a walk, something.”

 “All sounds boring.”

 Letting out a slow breath, Donald took a new approach. “Well, I have something you might be interested in.”

 “Doubt it.” Even with a heavy sigh of boredom, Dewey still followed his uncle.

 They entered a small side room at the back of the house. One filled with mainly boxes and other unneeded odds and ends. They passed the stacked boxes, going towards the sole window. Where an artist easel had been set up. Paints and other tools cluttering a small rolling cart that had been pushed against the wall. 

 “What is this?” Dewey asked as he looked over the pile of paint tubes. 

 “My get away, if you will. When I want a break from everything, I come here and just paint. Just...put on some music and paint.”

 “I’ve never seen you paint before…”

 “Well, I did just start,” Donald commented, taking a seat in front of the easel. “I was told it would help me relax.”

 “So, are you telling me to start painting?” Dewey asked. 

 “Sort of.” Reaching into a large bag that was propped up against the wall as well, Donald pulled out two items. A small sketchbook and a mechanical pencil. “You have an active imagination. Why don’t you try giving your words some pictures?”

 Dewey was skeptical at first. When starting, it was frustrating. Nothing was looking right and it was maddening to try and figure out what something was supposed to look like. Seeing it in his head to transfer it onto paper was difficult. 

 Tio José swooped in to save the day. When Dewey crumpled up another failure. The parrot was more than happy to give his expertise on how to start off a drawing. Getting the basic shapes, proportions, how to look at the whole and the parts of an object, how drawing from real life can help draw from the imagination. After that, there was no stopping him.

 Even with the cast on, it didn’t stop him. If anything Dewey started using it as a weight to keep the loose paper still. The rest of the recovery melted away. The blue cladded duckling happily returned to school with a fully healed arm and a number of handcrafted books to share. 

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[feminaexlux]

5 Minutes

Part 2 of Miraculous Leap

Btw I'm heavily referencing We Have a Problem by @verfound 'cuz I can take partial ownership of Dewey hehehe. Ages are fudged around for convenience

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As soon as he left the bedroom and was out of sight Luka felt his knees start to buckle and he let himself slump to the floor. Hopefully she didn't hear that. A minute ago he'd been reaching for his bracelet to set Second Chance but then Ladybug collided into him and they were sent tumbling to the ground. When he had opened his eyes he found…

He was almost dead certain that it was Marinette propping herself up over him. Even if she looked older he wouldn't have mistaken those eyes for anyone else's. Those eyes looked as surprised as he was. While she had moved over to his side to sit up he had taken a quick scan of the room and of her. She looked… very curvy? … And pregnant. It was incredibly… well. There'd been a mix of feelings he couldn't put words to.

But the room? Deep down inside, he had an odd sense of being at home. And as he took some deep, meditative breaths to control his heartrate he knew whatever this was, it wasn't a dream. It had too much… certainty and realness to it.

Marinette was looking panicked, so he had offered to get some water. He needed some water himself. He also needed to leave the room so he could freak out in private and not upset her any more than she was already, and that was why he was more or less faceplanted on the floor out of view right now.

What was the akuma? It had some ability to see the future, which was why Viperion was called out to help Ladybug and Chat Noir in the first place. No one on the Miraculous team had known that it had the power to send people into the future, however. Luka was sure that was what had happened. Ladybug and Viperion got hit with the akuma's blast and… now Marinette and Luka were here, in their future. ONE future, he should say.

It wasn't necessarily set in stone. Luka knew how much could change in just 5 minutes.

He knew Marinette was Ladybug. Marinette might try to convince him she wasn't Ladybug if it ever came up. He'd have to roll with it and make her as comfortable as he could. Or maybe he could steer the conversation away from that in the first place. She might never call on him to be Viperion again if he told her that he knew and had known for a while.

Because even if Marinette had always looked over Luka for Adrien, Luka wanted to spend whatever time he could with her, in her super Miraculous suit or in her normal everyday clothes.

He got back up on his feet and sighed to himself, looking into the different rooms he passed as he meandered his way blindly toward a kitchen. There were a few rooms that had been for kids, he thought. He walked by what looked like Marinette's crafting workshop, full of partially dressed mannequins and half-finished projects and colorful children's drawings. A hallway he passed through was full of pictures of kids he didn't recognize, but they all had a strong familiarity.

Probably because they were his kids. His and Marinette's. He could hardly believe it, but his older self and Marinette's older self were there throughout most of the pictures too.

One thing caught his attention outside of the kids' pictures: a flatscreen in a large ornate frame playing a soundless video in the center of the hallway wall. It was of him and Marinette on what looked like their wedding day. He had swept her up off her feet in her wedding dress and she had her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She had been laughing and then had leaned in to kiss him.

Luka watched that replay a few times. They looked happy. He hoped that future Marinette didn't have any regrets.

After the replays he realized that they didn't look that old in the clip. Well, not much older than they were… now? Before the akuma? Definitely not teenagers anymore, but not more than a few years after they both left their teens.

So how did he manage to get all this? What happened that let Marinette finally see him? Did his future self leave any hints?

Last he knew of anything, Marinette had come back to the Liberty from her class' New York trip and admitted to the GirlSquad™️ (while Luka was within earshot) that she was still in love with Adrien. "I-I mean there's plenty of reasons to love him… he's so cute and talented and smart and--and… and I think everyone keeps saying we were made for each other but… but it's so hard," Marinette had groaned. "Why is it so hard?"

Luka had made his presence known so he wouldn't be unintentionally eavesdropping something he wasn't supposed to. Any more than was already said, anyway. He had started to leave when Rose stopped him then. "Luka! You're a boy! You know what boys think! What do you think is going on with Adrien?"

Luka had laughed and said he didn't know. "What I know is that it isn't supposed to be easy. It's something you have to keep working on. But it's supposed to lift you up and make you feel stronger." He then left the girls in their plotting/scheming/arguing to lounge back in his room. He had been surprised when a few minutes later Marinette came to join him.

"It doesn't make me feel stronger. I just feel dumb," Marinette said then, quietly. He had let her stay with him while he played random songs on his guitar, trying to cheer her up. She had finally started smiling again when he played her song, except with a little bit more flare and bubblegum pop. It was what he heard in his head when she was happy. "Thank you. You know, I feel less dumb being here with you."

He finally reached something like a kitchen. It'd been huge and there were clear boxy canisters of different types of flours and sugars and mix-ins… He saw a high end mixer and maybe 30 different types of baking sheets. Looked like Marinette still put her baking knowledge to use.

Alright enough being distracted, he shouldn't leave Marinette alone too long. He grabbed two clean glasses and got water from the fridge's built in dispenser and headed back the way he came.

"I brought some water for you." He was a little worried when he saw her on the floor. He had no idea what it was like being pregnant but it couldn't have been easy… "Hey, are you doing okay?"

Marinette took the water gratefully. "I don't know… Are… are you Luka Couffaine?" He nodded. "Huh, just a few minutes ago I was 14, and now it looks like I'm 34. And your wife."

There was something to her voice… she wasn't horrified, which was good news. There'd still been some confusion, maybe? And a little disbelief. That was as much as could be expected from Marinette, Luka supposed.

He was pretty sure she was Marinette, but it would be all kinds of messed up if he just found someone who looked a lot like her. It'd been her art, her designs, her baking… right? No one else could just… be all that she was. He had to be sure. "Are you Marinette?"

She looked up at him with her light blue eyes. It had to be Marinette. There'd been a wave of relief that washed over him when she nodded.

"I think this is our future," she said.

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(Meanwhile…)

Luka blinked and… all of a sudden his wife had a Ladybug mask on. He hadn't seen that on her for months now (he had the Ladybug Miraculous since she was pregnant) which was the first clue that something had rudely interrupted them. He groaned internally and tried to mentally ping Sass or Tikki to see if there was anything to worry about. Marinette looked as bewildered as he was. He took her shoulders and gently pressed them both up to sitting.

Okay, well, she was… she was definitely not pregnant and therefore not his Marinette. Then he noticed he was suited up as Viperion. Ah, it ssseemsss you have been… regressssed, Massster, Sass said in his head. God, Marinette looked… what, 15? And Sass hadn't called him "Master" in forever.

Do you know what happened? Luka asked Sass.

There is an akuma who controlsss time. Well, of course. Their power has ssswapped you with your younger ssself, Sass answered.

Luka had to stop himself from laughing. His younger self was in for one hell of a surprise. That aside, he had to check on this Marinette. "Hey, are you okay?"

Ladybug looked up at him and brushed through his hair with her fingers. "Viperion? Your hair… It's so short…? Wait… wait wh--where's…" She looked down at herself and patted her stomach. "D-D-Dew--"

Oh, Dewey. Viperion pulled Ladybug in for a hug as she started crying. She was his Marinette and… and their son was in the future, not here with them. "He's alright. He's waiting for us. We're somehow in the past, but we'll get back home."

Well, shit, that meant that the younger Marinette was in the future as well.

"I-I-I thought I had l-lost him," Ladybug said quietly, her voice breaking.

"Hey… guys…" Chat said awkwardly after landing nearby. "Milady! What's wrong?!"

Right. Chat Noir. At 15. This was going to be annoying as fuck.

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[swan--writes]

Are you still doing the Dewey fanfictions based off of songs? If so, could you do "Your Song" by Elton John please?

Listen, I love Elton John. I really do. That said I did have to listen to the Lady Gaga cover to get in the zone. I’m really glad you requested this song though, this was fun to write!

Warnings: none

Words: 990

You had never done this before. You’d never done anything like this. You didn’t confess your feelings, you waited for people to notice them, and if they didn’t, well, it was probably for the best. You certainly didn’t make grand gestures. This was so far outside of your comfort zone, you might as well have been in another country.

It’s a little bit funny…

But Dewey was worth it.

This feeling inside.

And you knew there was no way he would ever confess to you. At this point, you’d known him long enough to know that. You were about 85% sure he felt about you the way you felt for him, give or take a few percentage points.

There was, of course, the nagging 15% telling you to go home, change out of your fancy clothes, and go back to lounging on the couch eating a personal pot of mac and cheese like you normally did on Friday nights. But here you were, at your work’s annual gala all dressed up, with Dewey on your arm.

You felt like you were going to vomit. But it had to be done.

Your boss was up in front of the piano giving a speech. Your inner monologue was trying to be nice – it really was – but why was he taking so damn long?

“…and with that, one of our best managers wants to come up here and show off a little.” He called out your name and extended an arm.

Damn, couldn’t he have taken a little longer?

Of course, you smiled, and you glanced over at Dewey, who seemed to have forgotten how uncomfortable he was in his tux for the moment and was instead looking – slightly bewildered – at you, and you almost lost your nerve.

I know it’s not much, but it’s the best I can do.

Your boss’s hand didn’t drop. You walked up to him and stepped onto the platform. He handed you the microphone and you set it into place, attached to the piano at the center of the hall.

“Okay,” you muttered to yourself. Then, “Alright,” for good measure. Then you took a deep breath, then nodded at your audience because it seemed the thing to do. You tried not to look at Dewey’s face. “I wanted to do something special for my plus one, who’s missing his students’ band practice to be here. A grand gesture.”

My gift is my song, and this one’s for you.

Feelings were one thing, but you had been playing piano for as long as you could remember. This was like breathing to you. This, you could do.

You pressed down on the first three keys, and exhaled slowly.

The first verse was slow. Your eyes never strayed from the piano; the keys, the mic, the lid. It was a baby grand, and you couldn’t be more grateful for that. It must have been recently tuned too, the sound was extraordinary. You had been afraid you would have to try to stop thinking, but this was almost easy.

Dewey’s face was in your mind, but when wasn’t it these days?

Now you can tell everybody this is your song.

You had met at the grocery store, of all places. You had both reached for the last bag of pre-popped popcorn. He had insisted on playing rock-paper-scissors for it, and also insisted on cheating.

It may be quite simple, but now that it’s done…

Somehow, he had convinced you to buy him a coffee in exchange for the bag. Coffee had taken well over an hour, and you wound up splitting the bag anyway. He had become a quick friend.

I hope you don’t mind…

His whole child band, Roadhouse, basement-dweller…thing had been a bit off-putting to you at first, but you supposed that was a fair trade off. Your high-end corporate lifestyle was a bit much to him, even after you had gotten used to his lifestyle.

I hope you don’t mind that I put down in the words…

But the one place you could always connect was music. To Dewey, that was everything. And, after a few months of Chinese food nights, movies, lunch outings when he dragged you away from work, and crashing at his new apartment only to wake up to him quietly strumming his guitar in the next room, Dewey had somehow become everything to you.

How wonderful life is while you’re in the world.

Dewey was the softest, kindest, most fricking supportive person you had ever known and, God, you were crazy about him. There was, however, only one way you knew how to even begin to try to tell him that, and this was it.

“So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do…you see, I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue.” You had thought about changing a word, but for all the time you had spent trying not to gaze lovingly into Dewey’s eyes, nothing was worth changing Elton John’s lyrics. “Anyway the thing is, what I really mean: yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen!”

You knew you were an expressive singer, and you hadn’t been able to get Lady Gaga’s Grammy performance out of your head anyway. Half of your coworkers were probably judging you. You didn’t care yet. After you were done? 50/50 chance you would.

“I hope you don’t mind--I hope you don’t mind that I put down in the words…” You took a breath. You had to. There were tears in your eyes.

Almost by accident you looked at the crowd, and your gaze landed right on Dewey. He was staring at you with an openness that almost stole the breath you had just taken. He was soft, and he was steady, and you knew--you knew how he felt. What were you supposed to do with that?

So you exhaled through your nose and finished the song. That, you could do. “How wonderful life is while you’re in…the world.”

Outro. Mandatory applause. Dewey making an incredibly loud ass of himself. You smiled at the keys, then stood and swept away from the piano. Dewey was making his way through the crowd about as gracefully as you would expect.

You did try to speak – you really did. You opened your mouth and everything. Before you could say a word, however, Dewey’s lips were on yours.

Well. This, you could do.

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[picturejasper20]

Steven universe and PTSD

So I have been seeing a lot of people complaning that Steven having PTSD came out of nowhere and I'm like.. what? I remember watching season 3 and 4 and already guessing that sooner or later this was bound to happen. Just in case i'm going to make a list of examples showing Steven dealing with trauma and stress.

"Steven the swordfigher" Season 1 Episode 16. Steven sees holo pearl stabbing Pearl and she "dying" for first time. He's so desesperate to see Pearl back and Holo pearl starts attacking him.

"Rose's room" Season 1 episode 19 : Frybo appears after Rose's Room starts to fail. Makes a cameo.

"An indirect kiss" Season 1 Episode 24 : Not exactly PTSD but here explores Steven's mother issues which is very important for his arc. "It's just... I mean, I don't know how to feel about you, but everyone else does. I wish I could have met you then this place would make me sad, and I could cry healing tears, like you."

"Warp tour" Season 1 episode 36: Steven almost dies here frozen in space. In this episode the gems treat him like he is being to paranoid and shows Steven's frustration with the gems not listening to him.

"The test" season 1 episode 38: Why is it important? Well, it shows Steven lying about his feelings to make the Crystal gems happy. This is something core of his personality. He bottles up his feelings and puts others before him

"Future vision" season 1 episode 39: He becomes very paranoid of every possible future that could happen to him after Garnet tells him about her Future vision.

"Maximun capacity" season 1 episode 43: Another example of Steven being ignored by his guardians, in this case by Greg and Amethyst. Oh, and also Amethyst shapeships into Rose to torment Greg.. yeah.

"Full disclosure" Episode 1 season 2: The whole episode. He's still very shocked after the events of "Jailbreak". It's also worth of pointing out Greg's reaction at the beggining.. he almost has a panic attack,showing that what has happened to Steven is NOT normal.

Season 2 episode 2 "Joy ride": "then I found out that the gems are alien rebels, and there are other gems out there that want us dead because they think we're traitors. And they tried to take me hostage because they think I'm my mom. And maybe I kinda am? *sighs* I wish I could talk to Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl about it, but I think they kinda blame me for my mom not being around." Steven talking to the cool kids about his personal life. They are shocked by what Steven tells then.

Episode 12 season 2 "Chilled tid": Steven getting very scared after seeing malachite in his dreams.He hugs pearl and he's panicking.Steven is still terrified of Jasper.

Season 3 episode 2 "Gem drill" : Steven getting into the CLUSTER's mind. Hearing voices of thousands of gem shards in his mind.

"Steven floats" Episode 6 season 3: Steven saying that his going to die if he can't get his donut. Done for comedic purpose.. still. "Mom... oh geez.. those feelings are complicated." He doesn't know what to think about his mom.

"Too short too ride" episode 9 season 3: Steven is very scared after he transforms his fingers into cats, which is a callback to the "Cat fingers" NOTE: I would also like to point out the new lars and kiki's delivery service as examples of Steven trying to help other people in a unhealthy way.

There is also a moment in which Steven sees holo pearl again and as by instinct he bubbles Connie and himself. I think it was in "Sworn to the sword".

"Bismuth" season 3: "You know? When i usually met a new gem they try to kill me and it takes me forever to become friend with them" Steven talking to Bismuth.

"Back to the moon" season 3 :This is a turning point for Steven after finding out that his mom "shattered" Pink diamond

"Mindful education" season 4 : His trauma and guilt for failing to save Jasper, eyeball and Bismuth.

"Onion gang" Season 4: Steven deals with the problem of not having many human friends at his age. He also gets scared really easily and gets very anxious over little things such as a joke.

"Gem harvest" Season 4 : He mentions to Andy that he lacks human family.

"Steven's dream" to "that will be all" (Season 4) this whole arc is about his frustration of the gems not helping him and trying to find aswers about pink diamond.

21- "Storm in the Room"( Season 4) : This whole episode is about his trauma and how he feels about rose.

"Lion 4:the alternate ending" (Season 4): It's about his frustration for not finding out who he's supposed to be and his "magical destiny"

In "stuck together" season 5 he opens up to Lars about how scared he is.

The whole arc "dewey wins" to "kevin party" (Season 5) it's about him preteding "that everything is fine" actitude despite the contrary. Something he does a lot of this in Future.

Steven song time short: he sings about how "gem stuff is so messed up".

Well, that's all the examples that i can remember now. There's also the times in which Steven brings up something scary that the gems did.

These are examples of not only his trauma but also some of them are about the gems ignoring him and his feelings.It's not that they didn't love Steven. It's that they ignored him sometimes and Steven usually hid his emotions from them. He felt like a burden if he wanted to talks about his problems.

#Steven universe #Steven #Trauma #PTSD #SU #Steven universe future

[webby-vanderslap]

Drabble: Lena owes Dewey a favor, so she sneaks him into a Featherweights concert. Things go wrong.

Lena let out a breath as they reached the front of Duckburg Stadium. Next to her, Dewey was practically vibrating with excitement.

“Eeeeeee!” he squealed. “I can’t believe I’m gonna be able to see the Featherweights live! I’ve been waiting for this day for, like, forever!”

Lena smirked. “Trust me, it’s a good show. Now take my hand.”

Dewey took it, and Lena immediately shifted into the shadows, pulling the boy along with her. A few seconds later, they appeared in a dark corner under some of the stands.

“Woah,” Dewey mumbled, clutching at his head. “That is trippy.” 

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Lena said, waving him off. “Now, come on. We’ve got a show to catch.”

They slipped out into the stadium proper and found a pair of vacant seats just as the Featherweights were taking stage. “How’s everybody doing tongiht?!” Kat called out, taking the microphone in a confident grip. The crowd erupted, and Kat let out a sharp laugh. “Ha HA, that’s right! Get ready to rock, Duckburg, ‘cause we’re about to bring this house down!”

“This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of,” Dewey whispered, eyes sparkling as he leaned forward in his seat.

Turns out, this concert was even better than the Paris concert Lena had attended four years ago. Like, they had fog machines now! That was crazy! Back when Lena had first gotten into them, the Featherweights had just been a small niche little rock group, but she was happy to see that they’d taken off like this.

As the final number came to a close, Dewey let out a dreamy sigh. “Wow... That was amazing.”

“It was pretty sick,” Lena agreed. Then she put on a smirk. “Wanna go backstage?”

Dewey’s eyes widened. “Oh my god yes.”

And just like that, a few minutes later, Dewey and Lena exited out of a pocket of shadows behind the curtains and managed to insert themselves into the handful of backseat-pass-holders as they made their way to the geenroom. There, they found the three band members lounging on some fancy-looking couches. 

They smiled as the group entered, and Kat spoke up. “Heyyy, how’s it going? You’re the diehards who bought the backstage passes, right? Sweet!”

“Always a pleasure to meet our fans,” Jenny Karma said, running a hand back through her mohawk. “Should we start with autographs or somethin’?”

Dewey turned to Lena, jaw dropped. “I’m gonna get the Featherweights’ autographs?” he hissed at her under his breath.

Lena rolled her eyes. “Well, not if you just stand there.”

She watched with a soft smile as Dewey rushed forward, pulling his Featherweights poster out of his pocket (because of course he had come prepared) and rushed up to the band, excitedly spilling some story about how he’d styled his hair after Kat’s. Kat just laughed, obviously happy to entertain the little ball of adoration, uncapping a sharpie and scribbling on the poster. Dewey thanked her profusely, then made his way over to Jenny Karma; at the same time, the third memeber, Sophia, scanned the crowd, eyes coming to a rest on Lena.

Oh dear.

Sophia narrowed her eyes. “Hey, Kat. Isn’t that...?”

Kat turned, following her gaze, and then gasped as she laid eyes on Lena. “Hey!” she shouted, pointing an accusatory finger. “You’re that punk that stole my sweater back in Paris!”

Everyone went still, turning to Lena. She coughed awkwardly. “I, uh, think you’re confused, miss.”

“You’re literally wearing it right now!” Kat protested, frown deepening. “Not cool, kid!”

“This -- no, no no no, I’ve never even been to Paris,” Lena denied, waving her hands. “We must just shop at the same place.”

“My grandma knit me that sweater!” Kat said. “I had to get this one custom commissioned to replace it!”

Lena frowned. “Wait, seriously?”

“Yes!”

“Okay, well, if I had known that I wouldn’t have stolen it,” Lena said with a shrug. “Jeez.”

“Give it back, kid,” Jenny Karma said, crossing her arms. She’d finished signing Dewey’s poster, and he was now trying to get Sophia’s attention to complete the set.

“I mean, you’ve got a perfectly good one right there,” Lena said, gesturing. “You don’t need mine, that’d just be redundant.”

“It isn’t yours,” Kat pointed out.

“Hey, I’ve been wearing this thing for like, years,” Lena argued. “It’s my look now. I can’t give up my look!”

“She’s got a point,” Sophia said, as she scrawled her signature down on a beaming Dewey’s poster. “You wouldn’t want to ruin her look, Kat.”

“Sophia!” Kat said, hurt. “She stole my sweater!”

“I mean, you did write a whole song about shoplifting,” Jenny Karma said. “Stealing is kind of punk rock.”

“See?” Lena said.

Kat frowned. “But -- but -- my sweater!”

“Look, it was cold, okay?” Lena said. “Paris gets really cold!”

“I can’t believe this,” Kat said, lowering her face into her hands. “Dude, I just want my sweater back.”

“Hey!” 

Everyone turned to the new voice; a security guard. He gave Lena and Dewey a mean look. “I didn’t see you two turn in your backstage passes!”

“Welp, that’s our cue to go,” Lena said.

“Thanks for signing my poster!” Dewey said, giving the Featherweights a big smile and a cheery wave. “I loved the concert! It was great meeting you! Sorry about your sweater!”

He caught up to Lena just in time, and she pulled the two of them into the shadows just before the security guard was on top of them.

#lena sabrewing #dewey duck #ducktales #dt17 #fanfiction #drabbles #my writing

[littledanette]

Can u do a thing with dewy apologising to his s.o and so he gets her cheap flowers and a teddy then he gets his guitar and sings a song he comes up with on the spot. And his so knows he’s not really good at relationship stuff but he’s trying his best because he really loves her? It’s cute

This both broke my heart and healed me at the same time. Anonymous, thank you!

Enjoy, everybody. I’ve missed you all, and I’ve missed this.💋💋💋

YOUR SONG (Dewey apologizing to reader) Dewey x reader

“Honey, I’m…home!” The front door rattles open as your boyfriend stumbles inside, clumsily trying to straighten himself up and slamming the door behind him. And there he is, wild hair sticking up in every direction and a sloppy smile on his face: Dewey Finn, in the flesh. You can smell the alcohol oozing off him all the way from where you’re standing in the kitchen, on the opposite side of the apartment. You show no reaction at his clumsy entrance, choosing to merely stare at him in silence, clutching a hot cup of herbal tea in your hands. Dewey eyes you curiously, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy. “Heyyyyy, babygirl….what’s the matter?” he asks, slurring slightly. Again, you don’t respond. Instead you eye him up and down, before shaking your head and sighing in disappointment. Dewey frowns, still apparently confused by your attitude. “Babygirl, what is it-?” He asks again, taking a couple of steps towards you before stumbling forward and tripping over the two large suitcases in the hallway. He hastily pushes himself up, looking back and forth between the unexpected objects and you. Slowly, he seems to start figuring out that something’s not right, after all. “W-wait a minute,” he mumbles, getting back on his feet, “What’s all your stuff doing here? Why are all your things packed-?” He looks at you, confusion now mixing with dread as he sees your expression and finally seems to put the pieces together. His face contorts in a shocked expression, his mouth hanging open in a silent “O” as his eyes wildly scrutinize your face for an answer before he can even ask the question. “You’re…You’re not leaving, are you?” 

The question hangs in the air, answered only by an eerie silence. You lower your head, staring at your feet to avoid his gaze as you tighten the grip on your mug. “You’re leaving…?” He repeats in disbelief. “No,” you say, finally speaking up for the first time. Relief seems to flood across Dewey’s face, but it only lasts a second as you add, “…Not tonight. I booked the first flight home tomorrow morning.” Dewey shakes head violently, “N-no, wait, what do you mean- tomorrow? Where are you - why are you doing this? What’s happening - what did I do….?” He pushes the suitcases aside, struggling to walk up to you in a straight line. His leg hits the trash can and he curses out loud, instinctively folding his knee up and clutching it tightly, hopping on one foot. You huff out loud, rolling your eyes and turning around to set the mug on the counter. “Never mind, Dewey,” you say, your voice oddly calm, “Just go to sleep and leave me alone.” “What-?” He winces as he lets his foot down again, before finally managing to reach you, “No, no, babygirl, listen to me,” he steps closed still, his arms snaking around your waist as he gently pulls you to him and buries his nose in your hair, “Baby…baby, shh….baby, you gotta tell me what’s going on, huh? Okay?” He hums as he snuggles his body closer to you, obviously trying to vex you with his cuddles, “So…so let’s just come over here, let’s sit down on the sofa, so you can tell me what happened and why you’re saying these silly, silly things…huh?” He nudges your head with his nose, his grip tightening on your waist, but suddenly you let out and exasperated sigh and squirm out of his grasp. “Oh my God, Dewey….let me go, you smell like a dumpster!” 

He drops his arms immediately, and as you see the hurt expression in his eyes you almost feel sorry for him. Almost. Then you remember why you got here in the first place and you stop feeling any trace of pity, at all. Still, seeing him so clueless you realize: he really has no idea what’s going on. “You really don’t know, do you?” You ask, shaking your head and making a tsk sound as he hopelessly shakes his head. You look away before asking, “…What day is it, Dewey?” 

He hesitates before answering, not quite sure what to expect. “Uh…it’s….Thursday?” “Yes, I know it’s Thursday,” you snap, and he flinches, “I meant the date.” “It’s…May….” He stutters uncertainly, closing one eye to think, “Twwwenty…..” “Yeah?” “May twenty-fifth….?” “Close. It’s the twenty third.” He falls silent once again. “Ring any bells, Dewey? May? The twenty third of May?” “It’s…” he starts, before taking a deep breath and shaking his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his hand, “Sweetie, right now I don’t….it’s just a bit….uh, I’m just kind of not really sure…” You huff, crossing your arms in front of your chest, “No, of course you’re not. Let me save you the trouble…it’s our anniversary.” 

An icy silence fills the room, as realization finally settles in with Dewey. It was your anniversary….and he had just stumbled back home, at half past one in the morning, after an innocent “Hey, let’s grab a couple of drinks after our shift” with his work colleague had turned into an unexpected, drunken, full blown band reunion at the Dive Bar…and there he was, with no trace of flowers, a card, or any sort of present in hand, let alone the realization of what date he had actually just messed up. Holy. Shit. “Oh….oh. Baby…” he’s almost whining as he cowers on the spot, biting his closed fist, “I…I don’t even know what to say, I’m….babygirl, I’m so…..I’m such an idiot, baby, please, no, listen to me, please just come here…” he steps forward to try and take you in his arms once again, but you’re having none of it. 

With one last sigh, you shake your head, trying to keep the tears from falling, and raise one hand up, “Save it, Dewey. It’s over. I’m just….I’m done.” He shakes his head, mumbling incoherently and taking another step towards you, but as soon as his hand touches your forearm you yank it away. 

“But what-?” “I’m tired, Dewey, okay?” You try to keep your voice steady, but the tears threaten to take over, “I’m done with your crap.” “Babe, I’m sorry, I just got caught up and I didn’t realize-” “Every time…every single fucking time!” You’re raising your voice now. “I know, I know, babygirl you’re right, I’m an idiot, I’m sorry, I messed up again, I know that…” “Oh, yes you did, didn’t you? You just keep fucking stuff up, and you say you’re sorry, and you say you’re gonna change, but you know what? That’s bullshit. Bullshit!” You spat. “Please, please, love, I know you’re angry, you should be, I know, just let me make it up to you, please don’t do this….” “You know what the truth is?” You shake your head, not even listening to his pleas and instead staring right into his eyes, not caring if your face is red and covered in tears, “The truth is that you’re nothing but an egoistic, lying, immature, self centered jerk who doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself, and I am tired of it, okay? So just do me a favor, spare me the rest of your lame ass excuses,” you add, cutting him off as he tries to speak again, “And maybe grow the fuck up, for once. Just leave me out of it. Period.” You straighten yourself up and wipe away your tears, fixing the front of your pjs as you recompose yourself and state more calmly, “I’m over this. All of it. You can sleep on the couch. Leave my bags where they are. I’ll be gone by the time you wake up. That’s it. Just leave me alone.” And before he can do or say anything else, you walk right past him and straight into the bedroom. You turn to give him one last glance, letting out a muffled sob as you see him standing alone and helpless in the middle of the corridor, hair now flopped down by panicked sweat and eyes brimmed with tears . You close the door and lock it, turning around and laying your back against it as you start to cry freely. You almost expect him to come running and knocking on the door, begging you to open up. But instead you only hear some more clumsy shuffling, followed by some more rustling and bustling as he apparently settles down….and then, nothing more. There’s only silence. The next morning…

The sunlight filters through the blinds and lands on your face, waking you up. You frown slightly, fishing for your cell phone with your hand until you find it and opening your eyes to check the time: eight thirty. Half an hour before you’d set your alarm clock. You let out a deep sigh, closing your eyes again and slowly stretching out on the bed, wondering what to do.

The truth is that you don’t actually have a plane ticket. You’d figured you’d start scaring the crap out of Dewey with the whole luggage in the hallway and serious ‘It’s over’ discussion first, and you’d figure out the next step in the morning. Except now it is morning, and you’re... not quite sure what to do. 

The point is that, deep down, you know it’s not Dewey’s fault. Not entirely, at least. Sure, he’s a grown-ass man who should be fully held accountable for his actions, and he’s the one who decided it would be a good idea to just forget about everything else and go out with his buddies and get drunk and fuck everything else up - yet again. But unfortunately, you also know it’s more complicated than that. 

You’d known Dewey was one of a kind since the first moment you’d seen him. You’d truly never met a guy like him before, and that was part of what had made you fall for him. His crazy ideas, his dirty sense of humour, his electric energy, his rockstar attitude….that’s what you’d fallen in love with. But unfortunately, that also meant you’d had to fall in love with the less than ideal traits of his personality. His constant lateness, his inability to have a serious conversation, his being incapable of finding - and keeping - a ‘serious’ job for more than a few weeks at a time, his forgetfulness…it wasn’t easy, but the two of you had fallen in love so fast and so hard that somehow, you’d made it work. And within a couple of months you were living together, sharing your lives daily, and sometimes wondering how your future lives would be…. And for a while, everything seemed perfect. Truly. Dewey was everything to you: an incredible, caring boyfriend, a trustworthy buddy to talk to, and a passionate lover who never left you unsatisfied, who always gave you exactly what you wanted, and who somehow managed to be both hilariously funny and wildly hot in the bedroom. It almost felt too good to be true…and in a way, it was. 

Because sure enough, after a few months of pure bliss these little ‘hiccups’ of his had started to show up more and more. First, it had started with the small stuff: him forgetting to load the dishwasher, or leaving his clothes around the house, then showing up late at your dinner dates, then planning nights out with his band buddies more and more often, and then starting to forget the important things, like work appointments, deadlines, and most recently, your birthday….and now this. 

You know he tried. It wasn’t that he’s a jerk. Every time he fucked up, you brought it up, he was busted, and you’d end up fighting and shouting at each other. But every time, you could see the self loathing in his eyes as he realized what he’d done and why he’d hurt your feelings, and every time you made up he’d promise that he would do his best, and that he would be better, and that he would really try. But then a few weeks would go by and he would start all over again. You’d wondered many sleepless nights what the real problem was: could it be an extreme lack of self esteem and sabotaging tendencies? Could he feel unworthy of your love? Could he be surrounding himself with the wrong types of people, what with all the weirdos and crazy assholes that hung out in the same group of ‘friends’ as he did? Could it be a problem with drugs? Alcohol? A hidden sign of depression? You couldn’t manage to find an answer, and each possibility seemed as unlikely and absurd as the next. 

Still….now you’ve got to make a major decision. The fact that he’d forgotten so bluntly about your anniversary had really broken your heart last night: you’d waited for him to come home, expectantly watching the hours go by and shamefully holding onto a shred of hope that he’d suddenly show up with a bunch of flowers and a wild apology for something crazy that had happened to keep him busy so late….. But when midnight had come and gone, you knew he’d messed up again and something in you had just snapped. You’d seen a flash of what your future could look like if things stayed this way….and it was not what you wanted, at all. True, you’d just fallen in a panicked haze as you’d hastily decided to throw all your stuff in two suitcases, but part of you had really been convinced you’d just wait for him to come home, say goodbye, and be gone forever first thin in the morning. But now…you weren’t so sure of what you wanted, at all. Either way, you had to get out of the room and face him, first of all. 

“Maybe he could still change….” You thought weakly, as you pulled yourself up and off of the bed. “Maybe he could learn…maybe he really wants to do better…” you absentmindedly reach for one of Dewey’s oversized sweaters near the bed and put it on, then straighten yourself up in front of the door and sighing in defeat as you realize, “….Or maybe, he’s just never going to change.” You close your eyes for a moment, gathering your thoughts before opening the door and stepping outside. 

The first thing you notice is that there’s something….off. The air is different. You can immediately tell. You step down the hallway, uncertainly peering around, and cautiously call out for him. “Dewey….? Are you awake? I’m still here, but I didn’t know if I-” you hear a soft crunch beneath your foot and look down. It’s a petal, a single rose petal. No, wait. Not a single rose petal….there’s more. Many, many more. In fact, you realize as you look around, they’re scattered all over the floor, set up like a path towards the living room…. “Dewey? What’s going on…..?” You raise your eyes and gasp out loud. The whole table is covered in rose petals, and there’s a big, fluffy bouquet bursting with the most absurd and flashy flowers, their colors clashing together in a wild, almost tacky display. There’s two cups of hot coffee, and two chocolate cupcakes with vanilla frosting from your favorite bakery - the frosting’s kinda smeared from the heat and there’s crumbs scattered around, and you notice there’s one extra, empty cupcake wrapper crumpled up besides them - and there’s also a big fluffy teddy bear sitting on the sofa…..right besides a freshly showered, carefully groomed, clean shaven and very nervous looking Dewey.  He’s all dressed up with a yellow button up shirt and a vest with a crazy purple and blue pattern - his favorite - and he’s nervously tapping his foot on the floor. You notice he’s also holding his guitar, fingers strumming against it as he looks around the room. As soon as he sees you, he freezes on the spot. 

“H-i. Hey. Hi. Hello….Good morning,” he says before taking a deep breath, pausing to see your reaction. When he sees you standing still, he clears his throat and adds, “I, uh, I woke up and I though I’d-well, I mean, I thought I’d get your breakfast order, uh, I mean I tried, and uh… and then I saw these and I thought of you, and…..well, the bear was also kinda cute but I didn’t know if you’d - but then I picked him up anyway cause what the hell, right? And, uhm, yeah, I mean, I just….” “Dewey….” You say softly, still not believing what you’re seeing, but he interrupts you. “No, no, ah - please, wait, just, give me a second okay? I - er, I also have something to….something else to say. So, uh…” He clears his throat and sits up straight, strumming a few chords on the guitar before gently starting to sing…. “It’s our anniversary, and I love you…. And I know this isn’t much but it’s all for you…. You are so beautiful, I can’t believe I’m your honeydew.... I love you more than anything, just -  Please don’t leave me….”

The chords sound weird, the words don’t rhyme, his voice is actually trembling slightly, and you can tell he’s making everything up on the spot. Still, your eyes fill with tears and you bring your hands up to your face, shaking your head slightly as Dewey finishes singing, looking crestfallen for not conjuring up the hit song of the century. “Dewey….” “I know, I know…” he lowers his gaze and gently puts his guitar aside, sighing deeply, “The song sucks. And the coffee’s cold now. And the flowers are….kinda tacky. And the bear kinda smells like dust. And I’m really bad at being romantic and picking good presents and remembering our anniversary. And you probably don’t even care because you’re still angry and you’re probably going to say you just want to pick up your bags and change before you leave, but I couldn’t let you go….not without….not without at least trying - ” his voice cracks, and your heart aches when you see him sniffle, fighting to hold back tears. He takes another deep breath and looks up, with watery eyes, “I’m just so, so sorry about everything. I know I keep messing it up. I know I’m an idiot. I know I’m the worst boyfriend in the world, and I don’t deserve you. And I keep saying that I’ll be better….but I try, baby. I really, really do. And I’m gonna try harder and I want you to help me, because I need you to be here for me and I want to be better, for you. Because….” He lets out a small sob, clutching onto his jeans nervously, “Because I love you so so much, and I just don’t….I don’t want you to leave, I don’t want to be without you….you’re the love of my-” his voice cracks again, but he gulps and continues, “You’e the love of my life and I don’t wanna lose you.” 

The tears are streaming down your face now. You don’t even need to ask yourself what you’re supposed to do..  As you look once again at the wild, colorful, wacky mixed up display of affection set out in front of your eyes, you know exactly what you want. And what you want is standing right in front of you.

You gently step towards him, tentatively stretching your arms out, and his face immediately lights up when he sees you draw closer to him. He opens his arms wide, beckoning you to him. “Come here, babygirl…” “Honeydew….” You all but whimper, as you reach the sofa and finally allow yourself to collapse into his embrace, his strong arms promptly catching you and instantly tightening onto you as he pulls you as close as he possibly can. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in the crook of his shoulder, sobbing in the fabric of his shirt as you fumble to adjust yourself onto his lap. He holds you securely, kissing your temples and forehead and nuzzling his nose in your hair. “I love you so much…I love you….” he whispers over and over again. “I’m sorry for everything I said….” You start, but he shushes you gently. “Don’t even say it. I’m an idiot. I deserved it. All of it. And I’m the only one who should say sorry, okay?” He pulls back slightly so he can look into your eyes, and you wipe away your tears. “Because I am. I’m so, so sorry for forgetting about our day. I’m going to make it up to you. I swear. And not just today….every single day you’re with me, okay?” You nod silently, and he continues, “I know it’s hard for you to believe me, but baby, I’m going to prove it to you…I’m going to show you how much I care, and how much I want to make things work, and I’m going to do it right this time. But I need you to stay with me and I just think I may…..” He averts his gaze for a moment, shamefully, “I think I may need some help, okay?” You nod earnestly, wanting him to know you understand, and you cup his face with your hands when he goes silent for a moment. “Honeydew, it’s okay…. It’s all right. If you’re going to need some help, we’ll find it…and I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” 

You reach out and hug him again, your hands finding his as you hold onto him tightly and he breathes heavily in the crook of your neck. You know how much courage it’s taken him to admit he actually might need some help, and you’re so proud of him. You shift after a few moments and you switch to running your fingers through his hair, clutching him to your chest. He turns his face and starts planting soft kisses on your skin, his light stubble tickling you slightly. You can’t help but smile a little as you crane your neck to give him more room. “Love you….so much….so fucking much….my babygirl…my beautiful baby....beautiful....my love....” he mumbles through kisses, his voice vibrating in his chest. He kisses his way all the way up to your jaw, then you tilt your head down to meet his gaze. He stares at you intently, and you can see the unconditional love shining in his eyes. It makes your heart skip a beat. “I love you,” he says again, as if he’s never going to grow tired of repeating it. You smile meekly, “I love you too, Honeydew.” 

He finally returns your smile and brushes his thumb across your cheek, before finally kissing your mouth softly. You close your eyes and kiss him back, reveling in his touch. He gently nudges your mouth open with his, deepening the kiss slowly and passionately. He falls back, gently pulling you on the cushions with him, and you both fumble awkwardly for a moment until you manage to settle on top of him, still kissing him passionately as his hands start to roam your body, reaching for the hem of your nightshirt and sliding underneath the fabric to caress your skin and start what is sure to be another breathtaking session of lovemaking….

And as you feel him touch you so lovingly and desperately hold you as tightly as he can, as if he’s afraid you might just get up and go, you know you’re never going to leave his side. 

No, it’s not a perfect relationship. No, he’s not the perfect boyfriend. And you’re not a perfect girlfriend either, as a matter of fact. But the two of you, you realize - as Dewey shuffles you around to switch so that he can move on top - have something that might be even more valuable. Something that’s much more difficult to find than just love, because love in itself is just a feeling that can come and go as it pleases. No. The two of you have something that’s stronger. What you have - you think as Dewey lifts himself up to get rid of his vest and you reach up to help him out of his shirt - is unique and raw and truthful and real. Yes, you really think that what the two of you share - the thought runs through your mind as Dewey helps you out of your nightgown and lays you back down, kissing you with so much devotion you could cry - is the most precious thing a couple can find. 

Intimacy. The word echoes in your head, as you pull Dewey to you, closing your eyes and wrapping your body flush against his, his soft moans making your heart flutter and your insides turn to jelly. Yes….

This is intimacy.  

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