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Now that the Amnesia Fic is over (only took 14 chapters and 72k words *sobs*), we're moving on to my next set of word crimes—fondly but unofficially titled the Double-Dong Dickfest.
Yes, really.
Age reversal (but no role reversal) with 15-year-old Gojou and 29-year-old Yuuji set in canonverse. This was meant to be just a oneshot featuring dubcon public sex of the chikan variety, but then the outline escalated into an 8-chapter porn fest where Gojou gets wrecked seven ways to Sunday. For once, nothing is @nearalways' fault; teen!Gojou animated just...inspired me too much.
Let Dickfest Wednesdays commece! Since the first chapter is just a setting-establishing prologue, there's a total of 0 dicks in the excerpt below.
"Nobody sane would want to walk around in this heat.”
Yuuji grimaces. “That’s fair. The summers are getting worse every year, huh?”
“You don’t get to talk,” Satoru says, eyeing him up and down. “What’s with that outfit anyway? You tryna look cool or something?”
Yuuji looks down at himself. It’s not a particularly outlandish outfit by sorcerer standards; it’s pretty simple even—a hooded, full-sleeved jacket and thick pants, all a deep, gleaming black. In literally any other weather, Satoru wouldn’t bat an eye, but this July has been scorching. Satoru’s sweating through his summer uniform, and he can’t even look at Yuuji without feeling five degrees hotter.
“Is it working?” Yuuji asks.
“You’re too old to be cool.”
“Ouch,” Yuuji intones, even clutching his heart. “I’m not even thirty yet. But I guess twenty-nine would feel ancient to a kid your age.”
“Don’t call me a kid!” Satoru wants to throw something else at Yuuji, even knowing it’d be pointless. “And you’re missing my point!”
“Oh, you had one?” The teasing is mild, Yuuji smiling like he’s inviting Satoru to laugh with him. Even the thick scars cutting across his eyebrow and mouth don’t detract from the sheer niceness he exudes.
Satoru’s tempted to scoot away, half afraid it’ll spread like some contagion, but they’re already on the far edges of the park bench. Alright, maybe Satoru’s taking up most of it, but he’s a big guy. Yuuji’s not small either, six feet tall and obscenely broad, but somehow, he doesn’t take up much space.
“Satoru-kun?”
Satoru drags his eyes up from Yuuji’s thick thighs, running right into two sets of warm brown eyes. It’s still a little weird to look at someone’s face and find double the expected number of eyes, but it’s an interesting kind of weird. And Satoru definitely prefers this to the way Yuuji closes the lower two when they’re with other people. They might look like just weird scars to non-sorcerers, but Satoru’s own eyes are metaphorically triple the usual number, and all four of Yuuji’s eyes are violently visible to him even when he’s playing at normal. It’s much better to just see all four open instead of watching the second set swim under Yuuji’s skin.
As if sensing this thoughts, Yuuji’s eyes narrow into a frown, concern creeping across his expression.
“What?” Satoru asks a little belatedly.
“You were saying something,” Yuuji prods.
What was he—
“Oh, right, the assistant managers. Fushiguro Tsumiki isn’t the only one, and you still haven’t told me why we can’t just call someone else.”
“So spoiled,” Yuuji repeats with a sigh, but before Satoru can protest, he adds, “You already know why. They’re scared. Tsumiki-san is the only one who doesn’t mind working with me. I have Megumi to thank for that.”
“The hell does the Zen'in head have to do with any of this?”
“Tsumiki-san is Megumi’s sister.”
Satoru takes a moment to mentally compare the two. He doesn’t know Fushiguro all that well, but she’s sweet-faced and mild-mannered; Zen'in Megumi is anything but.
Well, whatever.
“You’re wrong,” he tells Yuuji.
“That so?” Yuuji asks, and Satoru really doesn’t like how indulgent he’s acting, from the pretty little smile on his lips to the way he tilts his whole body toward Satoru, but none of it feels mean or mocking. It never does with Yuuji. “What am I wrong about, Satoru-kun?”
Satoru leans into Yuuji’s space, staring right into those four glimmering eyes. “She ain’t the only who’s not scared of you. I’m not. I don’t give a fuck that you were Ryomen Sukuna’s vessel. That guy’s ancient history, and you chewed him up anyway. Who the fuck cares?”
It’s subtle but there, the slightest widening of Yuuji’s eyes. Satoru grins, victory sweet between his teeth.
“Thank you,” Yuuji says. “I appreciate that.”
Satoru’s grin sputters and dies. “What the—no! It’s not a compliment! I’m trying to—”
“But isn’t it a little too early to decide?”
“Huh?”
“You barely know me,” Yuuji points out placidly. His face is still very close, and Satoru’s sunglasses have slid down to his nose, leaving him exposed to every minute shudder and shift of the muscles on Yuuji’s face as those lips curve into a crooked smile. “What will you do if it turns out I’m a monster after all?”
“You?” Satoru laughs; it comes out a little too breathless. “I’ve met puppies more evil than you.”
Yuuji’s smile widens, exposing a gleaming line of pearl-white teeth. His canines look unusually sharp.
“That’s sweet, Satoru-kun,” he says. “I hope you won’t change your mind. They all do eventually, even cocky ones like you, but I guess it’d be nice if you didn’t. You’re a fun kid.”
Satoru hisses at him. “Stop calling me a—”
Cold metal cuts him off, Yuuji pressing his can of soda to Satoru’s mouth. He rears back, condensation smeared on his lips.
“You can have that,” Yuuji says before Satoru can start cursing him out.
Satoru wraps his hand around the can; it’s nearly three-quarters full. “It’s yours though.”
“I’m good. You’re all red—cool down a little. It’s a long walk to the station.”
“I’ll be fine,” Satoru says, thrusting the can at Yuuji. “Just drink it. I hate martyrs.”
Yuuji sighs, his whole body drooping. “You’re impossible to please. I’m not being a martyr. You asked why I dress like this. I run cold. The heat doesn’t get to me as much. Will you drink it now?”
Satoru narrows his eyes at Yuuji, the can still held out. But the pleasant chill of the metal against his palm is kind of making his throat ache.
It is hot, and he is very thirsty.
Yuuji’s expression softens. He wraps a hand around Satoru’s wrist, using it as a handle to raise the can to his own mouth. He takes a small, wet sip.
Satoru’s throat clicks around a swallow.
“There,” Yuuji announces, licking his lips and letting go of Satoru’s hand. The skin he touched burns, even though Yuuji was right—his skin is much cooler than Satoru’s. “Finish the rest. That’s fine, right?”
Satoru wordlessly brings the can to his mouth, downing its contents in a single, shuddering gulp.
Yuuji’s approval simmers in the air—the ferocious focus of those four eyes branding Satoru.
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Hi lovelies,
Guys. This blog. Is one years old today! Woah. Icl I’m really bad at sticking to things so the fact that we managed to get a post every week for a year is pretty cool, so thank you all :)
As it’s pride month (happy pride!!) I’ve been seeing a lot of things on Twitter celebrating queer figures from classical antiquity, and whilst there were definitely queer figures to be celebrated, I think there is a lot of misconceptions about sexuality in the ancient world (especially Greece and Rome). So today I thought it would be cool to talk about male and female sexuality in the Ancient Greece and Rome. Quick trigger warning, there are mentions of pro5tituti0n, r4pe, and sl4v3ry, so read at your own risk and please stay safe <3
Okay so just some quick things to understand. The term ‘homosexual’ wasn’t coined until the the late 19th century, and the word bisexual until 1892. In regards to Ancient Greece, it was a largely homosocial, if not ‘homosexual’.
So starting off with Ancient Greece. Potential sexual partners for men included other free men (in the realms of pederastic relationships), wives, pro5titut3s, and both male and female slaves. Pederastic relationships were the main form of homosexual relationships and it was basically a socially acceptable, educative and erotic relationship between an adult male (mid-20s to 30s) and a younger male (mid-to-late teens to early-twenties). The older lover was called the erastes (lover) and the younger was called the eromenos (beloved). The erastes had to pursue the eromenos (usually at the gym) and it was his role to provide education for the younger in the areas of politics, philosophy, rhetoric, and social customs (basically how to be a good citizen). In return, the eromenos would provide the erastes with sexual pleasure, but key point it wasn’t penetrative pleasure because (oh no) that would be too gay. Stupid I know, but basically penetrative s3x would, to them, make one of them ‘feminine’ and in a highly highly misogynistic society that just wasn’t the done thing. But there is evidence to suggest that quite a few men ignored this social convention. For example, in Aristophanes Frogs, they mention a politicians called Cliesthenes who has broken this tradition and in Plato’s Symposium, Pausanias and Agathon. Anyways! The erastes was chosen for his beauty, so the more beautiful you were the better erastes, and therefore education, you would receive. It is really important to note that for the erastes, this wasn’t allowed to be his primary sexual relationship, in that it was expected of him to be married and that his primary relationship was for the purpose of childbirth. Another partner for men in Ancient Greece was was pro5titut3s, and there were two levels of this. The first was the pornoi, who were ‘street workers’ and were slaves (male or female) owned by br0th3l owners. The second levels was the hetairai who were highly educated female courtesans, a mix of free women and slaves, and were primarily seen at drinking parties.
There is little that is know about the sexual partners of women in Ancient Greece but its largely agreed that women could only have male/female relations with their husbands, but as long as it didn’t get in the way of having children, they could also engage in relations with other women. Sappho’s works suggest that this was often the case before marriage.
In Ancient Rome, the potential sexual partners for men included their wives, infames (male or female), slaves (male or female) and extra marital affairs. So starting off with infames, this was a person- that because of their profession) had no legal status in Rome (so actors, gladiators etc…). Because of the focus on the active and passive members of the relationships, the free man always had to be the ‘active’ and the infames the ‘passive’. Generally when it came to homosexuality, romans did not have pederasty and if a roman man wanted to have sex with another man they could as long as they weren’t the passive one, because if a freeman was the passive one it would damage his virtus. Again, like in Ancient Greece, this wasn’t a mans primary relationship and he is still expected to have a wife for the purpose of childbirth. Because of this, relations with male slaves became popular and the term ‘puer delicatus’ (delicate boy) was often applied to slave boys brought specifically for this purpose. Similarly to Ancient Greece, it was encouraged for men to have relations with pro5titut3s and exploit household slaves. Adultery was, however, outlawed but the Lex Julia. BUT, this was hugely hugely unpopular and historian Gaius Suetonius described the reaction as ‘open revolt’. This suggests that extramarital affairs were accepted and popular. Ovid literally has a whole book about pursuing married women and succeeding, which tells you all that it needs to.
In regards to women in Ancient rome, there again isn’t a lot that is known. But Ars Amortia book 3 suggests that women did have extramarital affairs and some form of sexual liberty.
In all, heteronormativity wasn’t as enforced in the ancient world because, in all honesty, they cared more about who took on the ‘feminine’ role, and so their sexual liberty didn’t come from acceptance, but straight up misogyny. Also I read this really fascinating thing that basically said that in todays world where we enforce heteronormativity, we can’t assume that everyone who says they’re straight, is in fact straight. In the same way, to the ancient world where (and forgive my use of modern terminology) homosexuality was expected, you can’t assume that everyone who said they were ‘homosexual’ or ‘bisexual’ actually was. Sexuality has, and always will be, flexible and diverse and deeply fascinating and so you can’t enforce labels on the ancient, or indeed modern, world. It’s fluid and whatever you want it to be, but either way, I hope you all found this interesting!
Thanks for sticking with my awful ramblings for the last year, I love you all loads, and I hope you all have a lovely rest of your weekend <33
~Z
#classical studies#dark acamedia#pride 2023#pride#happy pride 🌈#classics#greek mythology#ancient rome#roman mythology#ancient greece#ancient world#history#hellenic deities#patrochilles#tagamemnon#greek history#roman history#sexuality#gay
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beavis and butthead accidental marriage episode starts out with them sitting there on the sofa everything on tv is like “the romance of youth” “young and in love” “married at twenty three” teen dating shows etc. beavis launches into one of his goddamnit we’re never gonna score speeches “WE’RE TOO DAMN OLD! CHICKS GO FOR YOUNG GUYS WE’RE NOT YOUNG ANYMORE” “uhuhuh yeah i guess we arent the strapping studs we used to be” “THE ONLY WAY OLD PEOPLE SCORE IS LIKE. IF THEYRE MARRIED OR SOMETHING.” “uhuhuhh yeah then you can like. do it all the time whenever. lol” lightbulb moment. “dude how do we find chicks to marry us” “uh i think theres like a place you can go? like one of those dating apps that sets people up. you always see people getting married there i bet they can set us up uhuhuh”
smash cut to the courthouse. “hi how can i help you two gentlemen” “we like. wanna get married. can you help us with that.” “...its so beautiful to see you being brave and open about this” “yeah we thought we might as well, yknow. bite the bullet. better than never scoring mhehehehe. so can you like. find us somebody.” “a witness? of course- shirley, can you come here and bear witness?” (“huhuhuh she can bare a lot more than that”) “here, we can get the whole thing done in ten minutes, if you want to keep things on the downlow- i understand you coming straight to the courthouse on this, not wanting to make it a big deal” “uhuhuhuh sure. the quicker the better”
“ok so just sign right here; and you’re next; alright, is there anything you’d like to say just now, or would you rather skip straight to the “i do”s?” “mhehe you said do” “okay then it looks like thats it! congratulations, gentlemen, youre married” “YES!” “YES!” airguitar “so like. where are the chicks.”
“the who”
“like. our wives dumbass”
smash cut “WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT TAKES SIXTY DAYS TO GET A DIVORCE” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN “PAPERWORK”” “IM NOT STAYING MARRIED TO THIS ASSWIPE FOR TWO MONTHS” “IM NOT DOING PAPERWORK!!!”
smash cut again theyre sittin on the sofa hot lady comes on tv butthead goes “huhuhh hey baby” “butthead you cant say that mhehehe.” “why not dumbass” “its not right dude its like. hhheehh cheating on me or something” “what the hell are you talking about” “because yknow we’re mehehe married? like. the guy at the courthouse sa” “we’re not actually MARRIED you dipshit. the only person who thinks we’re married is that butthole at the courthouse. if we were like. really married. then we’d like live together and do everything with each other and like you’d bring me a beer when i asked you to and i’d like buy you nachos whenever you wanted” “oh.” “dumbass. besides. if we were married we’d have scored by now” “huh. um. does this mean you wanna like. get a divorce.”
“....eh. that guy said itll like. take forever. and you have to do a bunch of like legal bullshit anyway. anyway, hes the only guy who thinks we’re married. like. im not gonna tell people we’re married.” “heheh no yeah me neither. no way.” “right. so then like, i can still hit on chicks. and like i give you permission to hit on chicks too.” “mhehehe cool. so its like an open relationship type thing?” “WE ARE NOT MARRIED”
#beavis and butthead#its all so clear to me in my mimes eye. if the episode plays out like this catch me suing for plagerism
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flufftober day 1 - promnis 'no stakes'
Title: No Stakes
Chapter: 1 of 6
Fandom: FFXV
Pairing: Promnis (Prompto Argentum x Ignis Scientia)
Rating: Teen (Subtle Flirting - Fluff - Ep Ignis V2)
Word Count: ~2,730
Prompt: "I've got you."
Summary: Prompto gets thrown into a life he never wanted. All he cared about was his best friend, but as their roadtrip became something entirely different, things began to change.
A/N: Hello! I am participating in this year's Flufftober challenge. It was definitely a challenge for me, as I normally don't stick to just fluff. I hope you'll enjoy as I update this story over the course of the month.
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Prompto was not having fun. At all.
Not that he thought the other guys were having their own fun, as he knew they were all in the same boat. It was kind of weird, if you thought about it. Here he was, someone that happened to become best friends with the Prince of Lucis, and because of that was suddenly thrust into his inner circle. Becoming a Crownsguard member was never something that had ever crossed Prompto’s mind when he befriended the Prince at the beginning of high school. No, he thought that Noctis was really nice and kind of cool, and wanted to hang out with him. That was it.
Cut to four years later, and now here he was, standing off to the side as he watched his best friend, and two guys who had somehow become sort of friends to him, fight off a pack of animals that he couldn’t seem to get a beat on. The animals were snarling, baring their fangs at all of them. Prompto held up his gun and took aim, hoping to the Six that he wasn’t about to shoot one of his friends accidentally. Ignis had told him over and over because they were in the protection of the Prince, that friendly fire wouldn’t really hurt them that much. Ignis Scientia - who was the Prince’s right hand, who would know anything and everything there was to know about what could, and could not, affect the group.
“Prompto! What the hell are you doing?!” Gladio Amicitia, the manliest man that Prompto had ever known, yelled at him from twenty feet away. He was also the Prince’s technical Shield, whose job was to protect the Prince at all costs. “Can’t you aim better?!”
“I’m trying!” He tried not to sound as panicked as he felt, but it was difficult. He could see Ignis and Noctis doing their thing that made him wish he could be close to one of them like that. To see Ignis and Noctis move through battle together was a thing of beauty - they were so in sync with each other it was a bit off putting. “Can’t you back away for a little bit so I can get some shots into them?”
“No!” Gladio yelled back at him, as he went attacking with his very large shield, pushing one of the beasts away. “Noctis!”
The Prince used his warp strike ability, Prompto staring at the blue image of him as it disappeared, using his powers to get into the thick of battle. He fired off another shot, and managed to kill one of the animals. He let out a little whoop, pleased that he was able to contribute to this battle. He knew he was the weakest one when it came to these fights, and tried his best to hold his own, but sometimes it was difficult.
A gloved hand touched his shoulder, drawing his attention to his left. “Don’t worry, Prompto. You’re getting better. I know it’s challenging.” Ignis had sweat dripping from both of his brows, but he could see that the hunt had invigorated something inside of him, as he had a smile on his face that Prompto wished desperately was for him. “You are doing the best that you can.”
“It’s not good enough.” Gladio and Noctis came over to where they were standing, Gladio clearly upset by the accidental misfire. “You grazed my arm, you ass.”
“I didn’t mean to.” Prompto wasn’t going to get upset. Gladio had the tendency of being a bully at times, but only because he was the oldest of them all. He had more experience than any of them when it came to the scenarios they were now being thrown into on the regular. “It was an accident.”
“He’s fine.” Noctis tossed Gladio an elixir that he caught with expertise and broke it over his head. “You did good, Prompto. Better.” Noctis grinned, and patted his shoulder in the same way that Ignis had just done. But Ignis’ touch had felt a little different from Noctis’ - not that Prompto was putting any stock into that, as he knew that it was always going to be a no go for that one. “Come on - how about we go and celebrate at Takka’s before going out on another hunt?”
His stomach rumbled. “I could go for something dead.” He grinned, and threw his arm over Noctis’ shoulder, the two of them laughing together like they used to in school. “Are you treating, Prince?”
“Nah. But Ignis is.”
“Very funny, Your Highness.” Ignis’ voice drifted behind them. Prompto began to laugh with Noctis, as they began to make their way back towards Hammerhead, as it had been a long day. Finishing that hunt felt good, but now he wanted to relax for the rest of the night.
They had been out on the road for four weeks now. Insomnia had fallen, the King had been killed, and now they were technically dead according to the news reports. No one knew where they were, or where they were to be found, which was fine. Ignis said that it would work to their advantage, allowing them to stay off the radar from Niflheim. Of course, Prompto knew that that wouldn’t work forever, but hadn’t said anything as he knew it wouldn’t be appropriate. No, they all knew what their course of action was to be now - they had to keep Noctis safe, and get him to Altissia somehow.
It was dark by the time they made it back to Hammerhead. “Hey, can we sleep in the caravan tonight?” Prompto asked, looking at Ignis who had hung back as Noctis and Gladio continued their way into the rest stop. “Or do we not have enough funds for that right now?”
“We have plenty.” Ignis looked over at the Prince. “Is that what His Highness is requesting?”
Prompto shrugged. “I dunno. I know I’d like it. Hey, Noct!” He called out to the Prince, who turned around to look at him. “Caravan tonight??” He pointed to the caravan behind where he and Ignis were standing. Noctis gave him a thumb’s up, then went into the restaurant with Gladio. “Guess that’s a yes, Iggy.”
“I suppose it would be.”
He’d noticed that Ignis still had a look on his face that he wasn’t used to seeing. But, figuring it had something to do with how they’d fought today rather than anything else, he gave a quick nod of his head, and then followed Noctis and Gladio into the restaurant to take in his fill of some good food.
The caravan was cramped, but it didn’t bother Prompto. He was glad to be sleeping on a mattress. He didn’t mind camping, in fact - it had been one of the things he’d been looking forward to the most for this trip, but he did miss the comforts of home.
Home.
He had no home now.
No, no. Don’t think about that. He shook his head, and exhaled a deep sigh. He tried not to think about what had happened to Insomnia, as it would really do no good. He had to keep going, otherwise he would completely break down, and no one in this caravan needed that.
“Are you all right, Prompto?”
Turning his head, he saw that Ignis was looking at him from across the way. “I’m fine, Iggy. Did I wake you up?”
“No, I was awake. Can’t quite get to sleep.” Ignis yawned, then turned his head to look up at the ceiling of the caravan. “I heard you sigh. Are you sure you’re alright?”
Prompto winced. “Yeah, Iggy. I’m okay. It’s just…” He closed his eyes, and exhaled another sigh. “It’s really tough. I don’t know how you’re handling all of this, but I’m struggling. A lot.”
“Appearances can be deceiving, Prompto.” He saw a small smirk on Ignis’ lips. “I’m doing my best to fulfill my duty to the Prince, as well as make sure things are running smoothly.”
“I’m holding everyone back, aren’t I?”
Ignis sat up, Prompto following suit as they looked across at one another. “Never think that, Prompto. You are doing the best that you can. Do you think I have experience in what we’ve been thrown into? Because I can assure you, I do not.”
“You make it look like you do.” Prompto could see Ignis was looking over at the door where Gladio and Noctis were sleeping. The caravan was split into two sections - the back had a much larger bed that could be occupied by two people, while the front had a cot and a couch that two people could sleep on. They had stayed here a couple of times, but most times they would sleep at a haven. “I’m trying my best, Ignis.”
“I know you are. That is why I do not wish for you to have those thoughts, but I know that that is easier said than done.”
Prompto returned to laying down, tucking his arms behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. “I’m afraid I’m going to make a mistake, and it’s going to be a bad one.”
“If you make a mistake, we will be there to help.” He could hear Ignis moving back down into a lying position as well. “This is a lot. We all know that. But how we proceed will help us survive.”
“Okay, Iggy.” Prompto sighed softly. “Sorry to keep you awake. I’m going to try and sleep now. Don’t want to be tired tomorrow when I know we’ve got some more hunts to go on.”
“Good night, Prompto. Sweet dreams.”
He closed his eyes, but sleep didn’t come for another two hours. He listened to Ignis’ even breaths, and wondered how he could be more like Ignis. Ignis Scientia, the Prince’s Adviser and Strategist. Of course Ignis knew what to do out here as he’d been training for it his entire life. But him? He got a crash course in combat when they graduated high school, and it had been all he’d known since then. Now he was putting his own training to use, however badly he was doing.
In the morning, he woke up and saw that he was alone. Gladio and Noctis were still asleep, and so he went outside and saw that Ignis had a cup of coffee and was sitting towards the east, watching the sun rise.
“The sky is so different out here.” Prompto remarked, as he took a seat near Ignis. “The colors are so vivid compared to back home.”
“That would be because of the barrier.” Ignis brought his cup of coffee up to his lips and took a deep sip. “Nature is truly remarkable, don’t you think, Prompto?”
“I do.” The sky was now turning a pale orange, and slowly transitioning to the blue that would become their enemy later in the day. That was one of things he missed most about Insomnia - the barrier kept it at a reasonable temperature all the time, and now without it, he was suffering through the elements like everyone else in the Lucian kingdom.
They said nothing else, both respecting the quiet. Noctis came out and sat down next to Ignis, who immediately got up to go and grab some coffee for the Prince. Gladio stumbled out a few minutes later, scratching the back of his neck as a loud yawn left his mouth. “What are we doing today?” Gladio asked.
“There’s a hunt in the mines nearby.” Noctis yawned, then tipped his chair back to sit on the two back legs. “Supposed to pay good money.”
“The mines it is, then.”
Prompto felt his stomach clench. The last time they’d gone to those mines, it hadn’t turned out so great for him. But it was a new day, and that meant that anything could happen. It didn’t necessarily mean that something bad was going to happen again to him. No, he knew that this wasn’t going to be like the last time.
They had breakfast, and then headed out before the sun rose too high into the sky. Prompto hummed to himself as they made their way across the desert, and headed towards the mine only a little ways away from Hammerhead. As they made their way into the cave, their flashlights turned on on their chests. Not that it did much good - the light only went out a few feet in front of you, and even that wasn’t enough in Prompto’s opinion.
The sound of feet shuffling on the ground had Prompto turning around fast. “Behind us!” He shouted, as he saw a group of Bombs coming right towards them. The light that shone off of them made them look more menacing than they were, and it only intensified that awful feeling that had yet to leave Prompto’s gut.
“Come on!” Noctis shouted, as he charged towards the group, ready to spring into action as if it was the most natural thing to do.
Prompto fired off a few shots, feeling somewhat helpless, but after he was able to stop two on his own, he gained his confidence back. He saw Ignis sprint towards danger, his daggers out and ready to be used. It was still so strange to see both Ignis and Gladio fight, as he never really had seen it before coming on this trip. Cor had always told him that they were a sight to behold, as they’d been training to protect the Prince since high school. Prompto was a little jealous, as he wished he’d had the same training, but really - he was the Prince’s best friend. That was it. He had no stake in this game. Not like Ignis and Gladio did.
They concluded the hunt, finishing off the last varmint with a flourish from the Prince. “Let’s head back.” Noctis groaned. “I’m starving.”
“You’re always hungry, Your Highness!” Prompto teased his best friend, who shoved him away with a playful shove. But, it was enough of a shove that Prompto began to lose his footing, and that wasn’t good as they were in a mine that had a bunch of different drops to who knew where. “W-Whoa!” He tried to grasp at the air, as if it would solidify for him, and turn into something he could hold onto before falling to his impending doom.
Just as he began to go over, a strong hand slammed down on his forearm, and yanked him back upwards. “I’ve got you.” Ignis’ breath touched his cheek, as his hand stayed tight around Prompto’s forearm, their chests coming into contact at the close proximity that had naturally occurred by moving so fast to save him. And he believed him. He knew that he was in no danger of falling backwards, not when Ignis was holding onto him for dear life.
“What’s taking so long?” Noctis’ voice drifted from the front of the mine. “Hurry up - I’m really hungry.”
Prompto stared into Ignis’ eyes, the two of them still standing so close to each other. Prompto wanted to say something. Anything. Thank you. You didn’t have to do that. You saved me. I think you’re beautiful. You look nice without glasses. Your grip is so firm. All of these things were racing through his mind as he couldn’t look away from Ignis, who was staring directly into his soul.
It lasted for a total of maybe five seconds, but it felt like an eternity to Prompto. Ignis slowly relaxed his grip on Prompto’s arm, and then took a step back. “Coming, Your Highness.” Ignis said the words while still looking at Prompto. But soon, he turned his head and began to walk out towards the entrance to the mine. Prompto’s shoulders dropped as he exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
What the hell was that??
He took off and joined the group outside, trying to shake off this strange feeling. Being in such close proximity to Ignis had been jolting - and not in a bad way. He reached for his forearm where Ignis had grabbed onto him, and tried to take away the touch that was still there with his own hand. But it did no good. Ignis’ grip had been branded onto him, and after that intense staredown with him, Prompto knew that he was in trouble.
Big trouble.
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Promises Kept (Chapter One)
Summary: This is Part Two of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams.
Part Two follows Bex and Jay during the four years while Jay is away in the Army Rangers and then the following four years while Bex is away at school
Rating: Teen Audiences and Up
Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead
Warnings: Talk of war, PTSD, multiple minor character deaths, ill parent, parental death, sibling friction
A/N: I'll post the link to the ao3 page at the bottom. This story has not only an OC character, but some quirky elements which may or may not be everyone's jam. Just FYI. Please enjoy my mostly fluffy with a bit of angst story. :D
Click here for the Part One of this series: Oopsie Baby
Chapter One
Jay had been super busy with basic training, especially now that he was almost done and would be shipping out soon.
But Bex knew that today, of all days, he would make time to call.
She pounced on the phone when it rang. “Jay?”
“Happy Birthday, Bex!”
“Thank you!” She sprinted up the stairs to her room so she could talk to Jay without Lee Henry hollering in the background. The kid was so excited for Halloween he was probably going to pass out before they left the house.
“Having a good day so far?”
“Mm-hm,” Bex leapt onto her bed and got settled in to chat. “Cindy made special breakfast—”
“Chocolate chip pancakes with strawberries?”
“Yup.”
“And bacon??”
“Yes, Jay,” she laughed when he groaned. “I’d have sent you some, but me and Lee Henry ate it all.”
“That kid’s a bad influence, not saving me any bacon,” he grumbled. “What else have you been up to, birthday girl? Man, I can’t believe you’re fourteen. It’s crazy.”
“Now you sound like, Chris,” Bex said. “Every year, he gets more emotional about how I was just a baby and starts reminiscing about my toddler years.”
“He’s not getting enough baby time with Lee Henry?”
“Ooh, speaking of,” Bex made sure her door was closed before spilling the news. “Guess what?”
“If you say you’re pregnant right now—”
“Oh my god, Jay, no,” Bex snorted. “Cindy is. She and Chris told me yesterday, they’re expecting again.”
“And we’re excited about this?” he double checked.
“Yes,” Bex said firmly. “They’re happy. I’m happy. Lee Henry is always happy. We’re all good.”
“Well, that’s cool news, then,” Jay said. “Tell them I said congrats. What else has been going on?”
“Lenny, Max, and Pete retired last month and their replacements just started at 51,” she said. “They’re already calling me Baby Herrmann thanks to Uncle Mouch and Uncle Bo—shut up, stop laughing.”
“It’s a cute nickname!”
“People are going to be calling me Baby Herrmann when I’m twenty-four years old at this rate,” she groused. “I should start calling them Uncle Randy and Uncle Wally as revenge.”
“Please wait until I come home to do that because I would really like to see it.”
“I don’t know that I’d ever actually be brave enough to call Uncle Bo ‘Uncle Wally’,” she said. “Anyway, the new guys seem nice enough. Chris is having way too much fun planning pranks to initiate them. He’s like a five year old. Cindy had to yell at him yesterday to stop with the planning and help her make dinner.”
“Uh-oh,” Jay laughed. “Then what?”
“He helped with dinner, we ate, and then Cindy helped him make better plans after dinner,” Bex said with a grin. “Those guys are in for it.”
“You’re going to have to tell me how it goes,” Jay replied. “Hey, did your card arrive in time?”
“It did! Thank you,” Bex said. “I appreciated the birthday money, but you didn’t have to do that.”
“Shut up, it’s your birthday, of course I did. What are you gonna use it for?”
“Well, I was thinking about…getting a guitar? I’ve been saving up for a bit and I think I have enough now.”
“A guitar? I never knew you wanted to learn how to play.” Jay sounded surprised and rightly so. It was an idea she’d been keeping to herself while she mulled. “You must be really bored without me, hunh?”
“You’re such a dork,” Bex laughed. “But yes, I am. Seriously. Lee Henry is not a great conversationalist yet.”
That got another laugh from Jay and Bex reveled in the sound. Soon he was going to be across the ocean, putting his life in danger. She wanted to bottle every conversation they had, every laugh, and keep it forever.
“I gotta go,” he said eventually. “And we head out day after tomorrow so it might be a bit before you hear from me again, but don’t worry, okay? I’ll email you as soon as I can.”
“Okay,” Bex said quietly. “Miss you, Jay.”
“Miss you too, Bex. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
They hung up and she flopped back on her bed with a sigh. She might joke, but it really wasn’t the same without Jay around. Things would be busy once the new baby arrived, but right now, it all felt wrong. Off balance. She wondered if it would be that way until he got back home.
Bex hopped on her computer to check her email before heading back downstairs. One new message. From Will.
Happy Birthday.
At least he remembered, Bex thought. That was better than last year. Maybe Jay emailed him to remind him this time around. Whatever. She headed back downstairs. There was cake to be had.
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From: [email protected]
Hey, Bex!
Just wanted to let you know we made it. Everything’s a bit hectic, but we’re here.
Guys in my unit seem nice.
Talk soon,
Jay
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From: [email protected]
Yay! Glad you made it. Miss your face.
Sent you a pic of the newest member of the Herrmann family.
Love,
Bex
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From: [email protected]
If that’s Chris and Cindy’s new baby, something’s wrong with it.
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From: [email protected]
We got a kitten, dork.
Kelly found it in the bushes at the firehouse and I convinced Chris to let us take it home.
Cindy wasn’t too happy about it, but then he snuggled with her and she caved.
His name is Frodo.
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From: [email protected]
Wow. He really does look like that little hobbit guy. Good name choice.
Who’s Kelly?
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From: [email protected]
Thank you. Lee Henry wanted to call him Lee Henry, but I won that argument.
Kelly Severide is one of the new guys at 51. I told you about them, remember?
There’s him, and Matt Casey, and Andy Darden. They’re nice. Kelly and Andy are really funny.
Think we can have a video chat soon?
Miss your face!
Bex
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From: [email protected]
Not right now, but hopefully soon. I’ll let you know.
Miss you too.
Love,
Jay
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From: [email protected]
Check out our new family member! His name is Frodo.
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From: [email protected]
Cute.
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“Bex, mail!” Chris called out.
She thundered down the stairs and swiped the letter out of his hands.
“Hey. Manners!”
“Thank you, Chris!” she hollered as she ran back upstairs.
Finally, a letter back from Jay. They’d had a short video call over Christmas, but he’d been busy doing Ranger stuff and hadn’t had time for many emails.
She carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.
Hi, Bex!
Sorry, it’s been awhile. Things have been crazy.
I hope things are going well with you and the gang. How’s Cindy doing? When’s the baby due?
Glad to hear the guitar lessons are going well. You’ll have to play something next time we have a video call.
T hanks for the picture you sent. Your art is getting REALLY good. Seriously, Bex. I showed it off to the guys. They were jealous my letters are way cooler than theirs.
Not much new to report from here. Jimmy almost strangled Axel the other day because he wouldn’t stop singing.
Bex laughed to herself about that. Axel had been somewhere in the background during their video call. He was enthusiastic, but very, very tone deaf.
Kevin ate something weird and stank up the tent. Weasel kept threatening to boot him out and we were kind of tempted to let him.
Mouse says ‘say hi to Mini Halstead’ so hi from Mouse. Hope you don’t mind the nickname, I think it’s sticking.
Write back soon.
Love you lots,
Jay
Bex sighed and read the letter over again before carefully tucking it away in the box that held his other messages. She was glad he’d found a good group of friends in his unit. They were all goofy, but seemed nice. Even if they’d saddled her with another nickname.
They all crowded into the background during her next video call with Jay, yelling questions and cracking jokes. She didn’t get much news out of Jay, but there was a lot of laughing and that was just as good. Just seeing his face and knowing he was okay was all the she needed. They could make all the fart jokes they wanted as long as she got that.
A few months later, little Luke was born and she sent Jay a few photos.
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From: [email protected]
…are we sure that Frodo’s not the father?
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From: [email protected]
Oh, my god, Jay! LOL! Shut up. He’s new. Babies always look weird when they’re new.
He took forever to come out too so he might be a bit extra squishy.
I wandered around the hospital a bit while we were waiting and the peds ward is pretty big. Did you know that there’s kids there who have to stay for months at a time? I was talking to a nurse there and she was telling me how hard it is and how bored they get.
Long story short – I’m volunteering there now! I go once or twice a week and do art with the kids and bring my guitar and we sing songs. It’s pretty cool.
Say hi to the guys.
Miss you!
Love,
Bex
There was a long stretch for a while there where it was radio silence from Jay. She was starting to get worried when it had been three weeks. And then six.
Finally an email saying he was okay.
Two weeks later, a video chat. He looked tired and older somehow. Not the usual Jay spark in his eyes. She wanted to know what was going on, but was afraid to ask. He probably couldn’t tell her anyway.
“Hey, Bex,” he said, softly. “Good to see you. How’s it going?”
“Happy to see you too, Jay,” she said. “I’m good. I, ah—” Bex thought fast, trying to think of things to tell him that wouldn’t stress him out or make him sad or worried. She should just talk and take his mind off of things. “Oh,” Bex snapped her fingers. “Big news. Chris let a raccoon into the house.”
“What?” Jay looked a little more alert at that and she could see Mouse sidling in on the side of the screen.
“Yeah, so you know we’re all crazy sleep deprived here because Lukey’s like ‘sleep, I don’t know her’ and uh, Chris has been trying to help out when he can with the night feeding, but he’s got a really bad habit of only turning on the stove light when he goes into the kitchen.”
The other guys were gathering behind Jay and Bex tried not to notice how quiet it was and the notable lack of Axel.
“So, he’s making the bottle and he hears a sound on the back porch and goes to look out the door and sees a little creature there. He thinks it’s Frodo.”
Jay frowned and laughed a little. “I thought Frodo was an indoor cat.”
“Yeah. He is,” Bex shrugged. “He thought he got outside somehow? I don’t know. 3 a.m. Chris does not have the best thought process. So he lets ‘Frodo’ in,” Bex said, doing the air quotes. “And then goes back to making the bottle. This is when real Frodo trots into the kitchen.”
“Oh, no,” Mouse murmured.
“Oh, yes,” Bex nodded. “Frodo freaks out. The raccoon freaks out. Chris freaks out because he realizes finally he has let some creature into the house.”
The guys were all starting to chuckle along with Jay at that point.
“All of the shrieking from the kitchen wakes up me and Cindy, but not the babies, thank goodness. We run downstairs to find absolute chaos in the kitchen.”
“What did you do?” Jay asked between laughs.
“Cindy grabbed a broom and I opened the door so she could shove the raccoon back outside. Then she smacked the broom against the wall and said ‘Lights on, Christopher. Lights. On.” Bex shook her head. “Then she went to bed and I helped Chris tidy up the kitchen. It was hilarious.”
“That’s crazy,” Jay said and the guys chimed in their agreement behind him. Bex was happy to see him look the tiniest bit more relaxed. They chatted a bit more before saying good-bye.
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From: [email protected]
I'm sorry about Axel.
Love you.
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From: [email protected]
Love you too.
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After that, she tried to keep the energy going for every video call they managed to have. Talk a lot and tell jokes and funny stories. Anything to keep Jay’s mind off of things for a little bit. Sometimes they others were around and other times they left them alone. When they were there, it always seemed to help them too.
During their next call, she had big news for him.
“I have a new very specific super power,” she declared.
“Oh, really?” Jay raised his eyebrows. “Tell me.”
“Excuse me,” Mouse sidled in beside him. “A new super power? This speaks to there being a previous one. You have multiple super powers and we’re just now hearing about it?”
The other guys crowded around, voicing their complaints and Bex held her hands up. “Enough! I’ll explain,” she said. “I only have two—”
“Only two, she says,” Mouse muttered and Jay shushed him.
“I discovered the first one when I was a kid,” she continued. “I can stop the rain, but only once a year.”
“Bullshit,” Weasel said.
“It's true, man,” Jay turned around to face him. “I’ve seen it.”
Mouse was nodding. “I can see why they’re labeled very specific super powers. What’s the new one?”
“Okay, so Cindy taught me and Jay how to bake ages ago and I hadn’t done much of it aside from at Christmas, but recently, I just really felt like baking cookies. I kept looking up random cookie recipes and picking one to try. But then I kept having all of these cookies so I started giving them away.”
“Okay,” Jay said slowly. “This sounds pretty normal so far.”
“Here’s where it gets weird,” Bex said. “I start making these single batches of cookies and taking them with me wherever I’m going that day and then I come across someone and I just know those cookies are for them. And guess what?”
“What?” Kevin asked, leaning over Jay’s shoulder.
“Every time, it turns out that it’s that person’s favourite type of cookie. Without fail.”
“Whoa,” Jay and Mouse said and Weasel scoffed.
“Okay, but it’s all people you know, right? So you probably heard them talking about their favourite cookies at some point,” he said.
“It started with the gang at 51,” Bex said. “But I didn’t know all of their favourites. And now it’s happening with strangers. Like, I gave some random kid at school oatmeal cranberry cookies and he cried because they were just like the ones his grandma used to make. Tell me that’s not weird.”
“No, that’s definitely a super power,” Kevin agreed.
“So, can you tell what someone’s favourite cookie is when you meet them?” Mouse asked.
“Nope.” Bex shook her head. “I make the cookies and then the cookies find their person.”
“So it’s the cookies who have the super power,” Weasel said and they all smacked at him, telling him to shut up.
“That’s pretty cool, Bex,” Mouse said with a smile before drifting away with the rest of the guys.
“It is,” Jay said and laughed a little before his grin got brighter. “Hey, guess who’s coming home for a few weeks?”
“What?” Bex shrieked. “You let me ramble on about cookies when you could have been telling me this amazing news like an hour ago? Jay!”
“I like to hear what’s going on with you,” he said, totally unrepentant. “Going to be even better to hear it in person.”
“Definitely,” Bex agreed, smiling so hard her cheeks were hurting.
“See you soon, Bex.”
She couldn’t wait.
Click here for Chapter Two.
Click here for Chapter Three.
(Here's the link to read on ao3 if you want:)
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CONCUSSION- PT 6
Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: Canon typical violence, Bad Future Timeline, Main Character Death, Angst, No Happy Endings, Kraang Invasion
Links: AO3, Wattpad, Playlist
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Your head throbbed. Your ears were ringing. The lights were too bright.
You groaned, squeezing on your skull to try and push the pressure out of your ears. At least make the high pitched whine stop.
"Uh-uh." A hand grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away. "None of that."
You peeked open an eye. Not really able to see much except for green and purple.
"You have a mild concussion."
You blinked. What does that mean?
"You'll need to remain out of duty for at least a week, or until you no longer experience symptoms when performing strenuous activity. Such as running, jumping-"
You thought you said something, based on the sudden silence.
"So bed rest." He continued. "Doctor's orders." Something metallic clicked. "Sadly I don't have enough pain medication to hand out for something so minor." Something rustled. Like a plastic bag maybe. "Luckily the loot you brought back off our dead friend did have some extra…" Something thin and cool was pressed into your hand.
With effort you lifted your head. Dizziness hit you like a wall. You felt your stomach rioting. You moaned painfully. Hands pushed you back to resting.
"You will not be throwing up in my office, thank you."
You nodded.
"Just a few painkillers." The bag was pried out of your grasp, hand opened forcefully and set in your palm. "These aren't documented just yet." He sounded guilty. "And there's only enough to take the edge off for the first three days, not counting today. If you take one every eight hours." He amended. A hand pat your knee. "Next time, don't try to get yourself killed over supplies. Run away to fight another day." You heard him stand. "Statistically we'll have better chances at a victory if our soldiers don't die over a snickers." Something clicked. "Rest here for a bit. A nurse will come and get you to take you to your room soon."
You nodded again, the ringing in your ears faded somewhat. The throbbing of your head dulled. Sleep stole over you slowly.
You eased into wakefulness when the door opened. Still you couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes. To move. You felt so heavy.
"Did you hear about the skirmish right on the border of Manhattan?" A voice spoke hushed.
You hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but you were right behind the curtain waiting. And the quiet whispers had echoed.
"There aren't enough resources." A male voice responded. Not the doctor, someone else. "We're low on beds-"
"Low?" The woman snorted, "we don't have any unless we want to modify some barracks again."
"We have no amoxicillin," he continued, the scrape of metal rings in the track as the curtain moved aside. You felt his hands lift you, carry you. Then you were sitting again. "The intravenous solution is almost totally gone, we only have twenty intubation cuffs. And twelve are in use right now."
You felt the world moving around you, though you didn't want to act awake now and get caught listening in to a conversation you probably shouldn't have been privy to.
The woman sighed. "We're going to have to decide who to let go again."
The male nurse hummed in agreement. "Make a list and pass it off to one of the commanders for review. The ones least likely to recover, the oldest. We need to free up resources."
The revelation took a minute to fully absorb. But when your mind could comprehend the suggested atrocities it had left your stomach rioting.
You stayed faking asleep till you felt yourself stop moving. You were being lifted again. Laid down.
Relief flooded you. Your bed.
"You know that General Donatello gave this jerk something." Your bed twitched with a low thump. "Out like a light."
"Oh stop." The guy's voice moved further away. "You know the General's got a bleeding heart."
The door to your barracks closed. You rolled on to your side.
"You awake?" A voice called out, hushed.
With effort you lifted an arm, giving a thumbs up.
"Oh." Curious. "Not to, like, bug you. But what was General Donatello like?"
You groaned shifting.
"Right. Right." Paper crinkled. "I'll ask again when you're feeling better."
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I wish alcohol wasn't treated so lightly by American society. My friends and family will have like one or two drinks on special occasions or just on a night out with friends, to the point where I have trouble remembering when the last time my parents or I had a single drink of alcohol. But then I'll look over at my boyfriend and his group of friends and family and they're having like 4 drinks a night AT MINIMUM and many of them get sick from it frequently.
There are some people my boyfriend knows in his circle that don't drink much, but one of them is his dad who hasn't drunk any alcohol for a long time because he used to be an addict and has renounced it and I wish that that fact would make him question his drinking more. Because my boyfriend is almost the only one in his family who doesn't get drunk until the point of illness on a semi regular basis but I'm still so worried he is already an alcoholic with the amount that he drinks regularly. And a friend in my friend group seems to be struggling with alcohol use as well.
People I know and he know even joke about drinking excessively or about alcoholism sometimes like it's some kind of game or like it's harmless and totally not something they do but they must be so in denial of how they are already misusing alcohol, and this all really worries me about what'll happen to them later in life.
Please if you're in your teens or twenties like me just know that drinking isn't cool, it's not hip or trendy or something to fool around with when you've got nothing better to do. It's not a crutch in social situations, it's not supposed to be your comfort after a long day, it's not something you should feel pressured to do and if anyone makes you feel that way then you should have a serious talk with them because that is not ok.
Drinking is something you should approach with caution because it is a vice that is very much unhealthy for you mentally and physically if not partaken in in moderation and I really think that people my age do not understand that. I sound like a prude but that's because it is so easy imo to become an alcoholic especially with how flippant society treats alcohol use.
There were addicts in my family who died from complications of alcoholism so please I am begging you guys to take this seriously it is so so bad for you mentally and a danger to your physical health if you abuse it, please be careful because I care about you and someone else cares about you too
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Paris, Monday - The Big Unboxing
I tried to make an unboxing video yesterday for my new e-scooter, but I completely botched it -- I turned the camera on when I was setting up the shot, and then I turned it off for the actual opening of the box and the assembly. The footage consists of me clearing the area where I was going to do the thing, and going just outside the door where the box was, and then it cuts to the thing, fully assembled, and I'm trying to clip the thing together to be able to carry it.
It's okay. unboxing videos are silly, anyway, and I was never going to be the kind of guy who did them on the regular.
Maybe, though.
Everyone makes unboxing videos about huge things, fun tech, amazing toys, gadgetry of the highest order, and that's fine, as far as it goes. I mean, I just bought this massive gadget, and I was trying to show it off, even as a joke, even though literally not one soul alive is coming to me to watch me unbox something so big-tech and cutting edge.
(*this scooter is really nice, sure, but it's not the top of the line. You want cutting-edge e-scooter tech content? You're looking for Marques Brownlee, or some Dutch scooter enthusiast with 3 million followers. They're at the other end of the hall.)
But... but!
I could make unboxing videos of getting groceries in the morning.
UNBOXING THIS MORNING'S GROCERY HAUL
NEW HOTNESS: TODAY'S BAGUETTE
TODAY'S HAUL: FRESH CHEESE!
That sort of thing might work.
So instead of having a cool tech video that'll get a million teen boys to subscribe to my channel, only to be disappointed when I never do such a thing again, I'm stuck with my standard Dad fare, and maybe setting up a narrative day or two.
Oh, and yeah, you'll just have to believe me, I guess, but I bought a real nice scooter. In French, it's called a "trottinette," which I think is just so pretty.
It was not cheap, but it was a crucial part of the slightly different person I wanted to transform myself into now that I'm here.
See, every time you make a big move, whether it's a transcontinental change like this, or whether it's just a change in your lifestyle, it's an opportunity to reinvent yourself, just a little.
As you get older, you develop a better sense of who you are, and these massive changes become less necessary. A little tweak here or there can go a long way toward making yourself a different person.
When you're younger, in your teens or early twenties, if you find your life isn't working for you, if you're feeling out of place, like you don't like your friends or your work or the things you're passionate about, then you can literally change your entire personality on a dime. There's no stakes, there's very little downside... you'll have a rough month or two while you figure it out, and that month or two can be lonely, but you didn't really like the crowd you were hanging out with anyway, right? No real loss.
You'll keep one or two friends from your previous iteration, and the rest or that worls, the part you didn't like, becomes just... people you knew once.
It's great. I actually recommend doing this once or twice. Don't make too much of a habit of it -- it can get exhausting, and if you're concerned about your social standing, you might not want to get pegged as someone who ghosts on their friends & a scene too often -- but yes, don't be afraid to channel surf a little when you're young. It'll pay dividends later.
As you get older, you start to accumulate the cruft of a life a little bit. Emotional baggage, a professional resume of one kind or another, a set of skills you can rely on when things get weird, a few friends that you find have stuck around through a bunch of self-reinventions that now know you as well as you know yourself, maybe you've tried marriage or have a kid -- these things happen! -- and suddenly, you're becoming, for lack of a better word, an adult.
Don't be afraid. It happens to the best of us. And most of the rest of us.
At this point, a full life overhaul becomes a lot harder, and kind of irresponsible. You can still do it, but the later in life you try it, the more selfish it is. For all the people who have stuck with you, for all the work you've put into yourself up to this point, tossing that in the trash and trying on a new personality can be kind of a dick move.
I'm not saying don't do it, I'm saying you don't have to go completely "fuck everything, I'ma go sit on a mountain & meditate for the next 20 years."
By the time you hit your 30s, or your 40s, if you have any self-awareness at all, you should have at least a vague sense of the person you've become.
You know the kinds of things you're into, you know what kinds of books & movies you like, you have a sense of the arc of your life, and what kinds of things excite you and get you out of bed in the morning.
And hopefully, you know what parts of your life aren't quite... right.
Your local bar is fine, but there are a few too many assholes who hang out there for you to spend a lot of time there.
You're not getting the fun out of your local beer league team that you thought you would.
You know there's more in the world that you want to see, but the grind of your days is keeping you from even the occasional trip.
You really like fishing, and you're barely getting out to the lake at all.
You go to sleep exhausted, and you wake up still exhausted.
Well... try changing something. You don't have to change everything -- like I said, that can be a dick move to everyone you care about -- but if you want to change something to get yourself closer to the person you are, then figure out a way to do it.
As someone who has, by happenstance more than design, blown up his life a little bit every decade or so, that kind of change does not get easier, and it doesn't get less scary.
In fact, it can get scarier. There's more on the line. You have things you've become attached to. Things you genuinely love. Diamonds in the dirt. You don't want to lose those.
But change is good. In fact, change is going to happen anyway.
If we learned anything from the pandemic & lockdown, it's that everything external that matters is ephemeral. It can come & go, and the core of who we are doesn't really change. Once you have a sense of your own self, that comes with you wherever you go in your life.
So, knowing that: why don't you try something different?
I'm not even talking about "spicing up your life" or any such silliness. Do something else. Your years on this space rock are numbered. Time is undefeated. Make time your friend.
Blow up your life now. Just a little bit. As a treat.
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Best city car
The little KA is a fantastic all-rounder it's fun to drive, efficient, safe, and well-equipped in every trim level. However, although it isn't as popular as its larger sibling, the Ford KA remains an excellent choice for those who want something smaller and better suited to the urban jungle. 'Used to be' is the key term there and that's because the majority of buyers now opt for the best-selling car in the country, the Ford Fiesta. The humble Ford KA used to be one of the most common sights on Britain's roads. It's the low fuel consumption and emissions that take centre-stage with the 108 though.īecause the 108 was never a majorly expensive car when it was released, there is a number of very reasonably priced used examples on the market for you to choose from. You can opt between a 1.0-litre or 1.2-litre petrol engine, both of which are peppy enough to make decent progress when required. The 108 is surprisingly well-equipped too opt for the 'Allure' trim and you get Apple CarPlay, air conditioning, Bluetooth, and DAB radio. The Peugeot 108 is the successor to the popular 107 and adds a more grown-up element for those who want a city car that is just as capable in the depths of thick traffic as it is in the outer reaches of the suburbs. There's certainly plenty of choice for those who are looking for a used city car for their daily commute, but how do you know which ones are the best? Fear not, we have you covered with 10 of the finest used models available. It's no wonder then why we see so many city cars on the roads everyday. Narrow gaps in traffic and tight parking spaces are only two of the hurdles motorists encounter in Britain's cities everyday. The problem with highly populated cities is the resulting congestion that forms part and parcel with them. For a week, I was 20 again, had my cap on backwards and had house and hip hop tunes blasting out the car like I had no bills and debit orders.With a combined population of over 15 million people*, the UK's top five cities comfortably account for over 20% of the population within the whole country! And that's just five cities! Does it look like the BMW i3? Yes, but that is beside the point. People have been polarized by the looks of the Up! but I think it’s a good looking small vehicle. The base Up! was not much cheaper either it was R166 800. One thing I thought is that this is a car for a varsity student with parents with a fat credit card or deep pockets as the vehicle that we drove had a starting price of R180 400. Our “starter pack” cars weren’t this cool. Electric exterior mirrors, daytime running lights and radio with aux, Bluetooth and SD card also make a welcomed appearance. They have thrown the whole alphabet at this little car.
Standard items on the specific Move up! is ESP, with hill hold control, ABS, ASR, EBD, 123 and even ABC.
It’s easy to park, something I made particular note of having just climbed out of a VW Passat which, as lovely as it was, was like driving an 18-wheeler when compared to the Up!. Its 1.0-liter three cylinder, 55 kW motor takes some little time to get used to but as mentioned, we are 20 years old today, remember? Being a three cylinder, and having seen this on most three-cylinder vehicles, they want you to explore the rev range and once you do so, the 55 kW aided by 95 N.m of torque isn’t too bad too live with and for a car that’s running from home, tertiary and to the next party, it’s got more than enough power.īeing a city car makes the Up! really pleasant to live with as well. It has all the modern necessities like USB that connects to your mobile that your mate can control on the way to the joll. The car, the “move Up!”, is fun to drive and in the mindset of a girl/guy in the late teens early twenties, it’s the perfect run around. We spent the week in VW’s new and revised Up! and yes, it reminded me of my post high school days. You see, the life of a motor journalist is full of crème de la crème cars and we often forget about entry level vehicles and it’s those cars that you see more than your rear engined sports car. With all the cars that come through The Motorist’s garage, sometimes it’s a good thing to be reminded of what real cars are and have a palate cleanser.
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40. This or that:
Legolas or Gimli
Elrond or Gil Galad
Gondolin or Nargothrond?
40. This or that (Give me two characters/movies/songs/etc.)
-Legolas or Gimli: Gimli. First of all, while I think book Legolas gets severely overlooked in favour of his "cool" movie persona, and this is a crime, as book!Legolas is delightful, I like Gimli better. Maybe because I never found Orlando Bloom that attractive, maybe because Gimli has a bit more of a role in the books, or maybe because I am very salty about what PJ did to him in his movies, but yeah. Gimli all the way. He's wise, he's kind, he shares the history of his people with the Fellowship, he is proud and a pain in the ass sometimes (and sometimes he's even right!), and he loves the hobbits so very much! I love to see it.
-Elrond or Gil-Galad: Gil-Galad. Look. I didn't spend my late teens and early twenties writing a 14-chapter-fic about him for him not to be my favourite. He looms large over Elven history in the books, and yet we only have an unfinished poem about him, and like two canon versions of his parentage, plus an ever-growing list of alternate explanations. I am so intrigued about this guy who managed to reunite most of the remaining Elves, and was on good terms with both Men and Dwarves, enough to get them to come to the Last Alliance.
-Gondolin or Nargothrond: Nargothrond, although not by much. I am not that interested in the Elven kingdoms of the First Age, except maybe Doriath. But at least one could leave Nargothrond whenever.
Tolkien Themed Questions
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Monster
I'm going to try something a little different. Instead of fanfiction, this is whump with original characters. I say "original" but I'm positive that they're influenced by media because that's just how my brain works.
And it starts with kidnapping because why not. How else do people make friends?
The two characters featured here are Daniel (ex-military) and Micah (artist with a rap sheet).
The file made him out to be a monster.
Reality offered tan skin, slender limbs, and windblown, dark hair. The guy was all legs, and Daniel couldn’t help admiring the view. On paper, the twenty-five-year-old had a criminal record that reached back to his early teens and an attitude problem. In-person, he was bantering with a homeless teenager and offering them lunch packs from the local soup kitchen.
Daniel Steel knew better than to ask too many questions.
Romanov knew what he wanted, and he wanted this gorgeous artist. And when Marcus himself wanted something, he usually got it — everyone else be damned.
The hunter didn’t usually mind working for the boss. The pay was good and the targets challenging enough to keep him entertained. He figured in another few years, he’d quit this and move on. But for now, he could spare a moment to complete this mission. Another large sum in his bank account couldn’t hurt.
The guy moved on, talking with a few more teens who hung out near the Rescue Mission. Daniel couldn’t make out the words from where he sat, hidden in his van behind tinted windows. The vehicle would’ve stood out if not for the pest control signage slapped all over the exterior.
The city’s rampant homeless population attracted rodents and pest control vans were a common sight out here. No one batted an eye at yet another predator.
Daniel didn’t exactly blend in. At 6’2” he towered over most people, and his uncomfortable gait, courtesy of a prosthetic leg that disagreed with him, stood out like a sore thumb. So, he had to move carefully and choose those times when he wouldn’t be spotted. The chloroform was already cooling in the front seat, gauze at the ready.
Now it was only a matter of time. Just a hunter stalking his prey.
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Micah dropped off the last of the lunches and checked the time. Already, the sun was dipping low on the horizon and a cool breeze had picked up at some point after noon. The clammy, humid air smelled of incoming rain, and he felt sweaty despite the chill.
Soon enough, the thick of winter would replace this mild autumn. The soup kitchen stopped its deliveries with the first of the truly inclement weather, but he had time now. He wouldn’t stop trying until the kitchen director kicked him out.
The kids mattered too much to give up.
Waving goodbye to his new-old friends, Micah headed down to the narrow sidewalk toward the nearest light rail station. He lived in a shack across town, and getting there from the Mission took a couple of hours. He could afford to move closer, but the tiny one-story home had belonged to his dad, and he didn’t want to abandon it.
Micah had met most of the teenagers before. The same tired, familiar faces appeared every week. Today, there’d been new ones, more children who’d chosen the streets over whatever lives they’d been handed. Micah knew the score and didn’t judge, had been one of those kids not too long ago.
He passed one of a thousand pest control vans. They all blurred together after a while, though this one sent shivers up his spine. It had sat there for a large chunk of the day, and he hadn’t seen its owner even once. It was none of his business, but the feeling of being watched followed him down the street.
The footsteps came a few minutes later, just as he turned off the widely traveled road into an alley. They sounded strange, uneven, unfamiliar. Tall, concrete buildings sat on either side of the alley, and the smell of trash wafted in his direction from a nearby bin. The street lights hadn’t kicked on, yet, but it was already dim in here.
Micah whirled around and ducked just in time to collide with a massive chest dressed in flannel, of all things. The chest’s owner brought a gauze-covered hand up to Micah’s mouth and pressed it to his face.
He breathed in sweetness and sleep.
Thoughts scattered like frightened mice as he knees gave out and darkness came for him.
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oh, its your birthday?
happy one-more-year-of-existence-that-despite-being-a-dark/grim-reminder-we-use-as-an-excuse-for-gifts day
...I feel like I just got many-happy-returns'ed by a vampire. XD
Thank you!
#i'll keep this in the tags cuz i'm just feeling a little introspective here but#yeah this ask made me smile and get thoughtful so here we go:#tbh? i like life. i like MY life. and...#that's kinda a big deal for me rn because 6 months ago i was deeeep in some pretty bad times#times so bad i couldn't even see how bad they were#and thanks to friends and a doc and my church i am a thousand times better#course i still have bad days. everyone's got bad days.#but they're becoming fewer and more manageable#and age also has a big thing to do with it#i used to be so terrified of my 20s ending. like. that just seems so horrifying. like the end of something#but these last few years have been the biggest personal growth i've ever had#i like myself now -- most days -- and i have confidence to say what i think and be who i want to be#not just who i'm expected to be. i straddle a lot of weird venn diagrams#and i am learning to stand there confidently because no one can move me but me#guys teens and twenties are cool but it only gets better#you are a fine wine. age well.#redwinteranswers#sorry rose-icosahedron didn't mean to get all philosophical on your lovely ask lol#it just made me think of how i used to genuinely see birthdays as a grim passage of time thing and now#it's simultaneously Just Some Day and also a moment to be like#'yeah. you know what? that year? i did that. and i did it mostly good.'#this next year's song: Sunshine by Needtobreathe#i want it to be my theme for the next 12 months#...okay i'll stop talking now lol
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I wanna pick ur brain abt this ❤️
I don’t like JayRoy primarily because of the age difference and how during the few times Jason met the Titans, he was very much a kid and that doesn’t sit right with me.
ALSO:
It makes me upset how removed Roy became from Dick’s character because of RHATO. Roy and Dick are best friends and have been in previous canon but N52 and RHATO completely destroyed their relationship and it makes me want 2 hit something.
I will never understand why JayRoy is more popular than RoyDick 😭
Thoughts?
I personally don't get the appeal of JayRoy, even after reading rhato 2011, I never shipped them. Because Roy's so clearly there only to prop up Jason, Jason literally calls him an idiot the first time they meet. In canon they're just genuinely so boring together to me. Jason is there to look smart and cool and Roy is there to praise him for that. The age difference definitely squicks me out, but ignoring that, in rhato itself it's not a dynamic that I like... at all, there's a power imbalance between the two where Roy is constantly labelled and viewed as a fuck up to service Scott Lobdell's Jason Todd power fantasy. Basically this dynamic:
o[Image ID: Roy standing out side a cabin with his arms crossed. He's wearing a trucker hat and green jacket. Roy: "'Hey, Roy-- wait out here a sec? I'd like to talk to the sheriff privately-- about our little problem that brought us here in the first place.' Sometimes he treats me like a kid instead of his partner. Who does that sound like?" End ID]
Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011) #4
The entire comic treats Roy like a fuckup who barely gets away by the skin of his teeth. He's a loser that gets insulted while Jason looks cool and gets magic powers that have never been shown outside this series. The only thing Roy's allowed to be good at is making tech for Jason. Everything about this comic is stacked in Jason's favor. Roy's only purpose in this comic is to prop up Jason.
I guess if this is your first comic and you haven't read anything else with Roy, I can see why you'd ship it because of how many times Roy in his internal monologue is like uwu Jason is so cool, the red hood is so badass and great, he's my best friend and is just the coolest. But like. To me that's not a good relationship dynamic at all, standing on it's own without taking into consideration Roy's previous characterization. And the age gap is still weird, because Dick and Roy are the same age, and in flashbacks Jason is still very much a child as Robin which is when Dick and Roy were teammates in their late teens/early twenties.
When you do look at Roy's previous characterization, things make even less sense. Roy never had this unbalanced relationship with Dick, sure they had issues, 100% they had issues, but Roy's allowed to have feelings and develop.
Like taking this for instance:
[Image ID: Connor Hawke stands behind Roy Harper, who is in his Arsenal costume. Connor: "Roy, I may be Oliver's son biologically, but he raised you. It's clear that you're--." Roy: "Do you know Nightwing, Connor? Guy's got this sidekick-hangover thing about being in second place to Batman. Well check me out. I'm second place to Ollie, and to you, and to Nightwing..." Roy kicks his quiver of arrows and they fly out all over the place. Roy: "So Nightwing feels a little inferior to Batman sometimes, huh? Well, so what?! Ge over it already!" End ID]
Arsenal #2
In rhato, Roy is like uwu look how cool Jason is, but in preboot? Roy is keenly aware of how hypercompetent Dick is and he doesn't go around kissing Dick's ass for it! He's angry! He's jealous! He gets upset about it and loses his temper. He's much much more relatable here - it freaking sucks to have someone around that's powerless, just like you, but to you seems better in every way. And that's his own warped perception of things - Dick doesn't feel this way at all.
[Image ID: Dick speaks to Roy who is off panel. Dick: "But if you're asking me if I think you've lost your edge. Or if I think you shouldn't be on this team, or... if I wouldn't put my own life in your hands-- man... there is no one... no one I'd rather have fighting at my side than you." End ID]
Outsiders (2003) #11
Where rhato Roy never questions Jason, when Dick's in charge, Roy doesn't hesitate to voice disapproval or call Dick out. Context for the following scene is they're stuck in limbo and Dick was like okay we can get out through working through our problems and talking things out 🙏🙏🙏 And Roy has other ideas and acts on them:
[Image ID: A series of panels showing Dick and Roy as Robin and Speedy arguing with Donna, Wally, and Garth in costume aside them. Roy: "And in case none of you warm fuzzy devotees have noticed-- we're going in circles! Literally!" Dick: "Roy, calm down! You're getting really negative!" Roy: "I'm getting 'negative'? I'm getting 'negative'? I'm in mother-loving limbo, you idiot savant! Of course I'm 'negative'!" Wally: "Hey, you could be keeping us here, you jerk! You don't think we want to go home, too?!" Garth: "Yeah, hot head-- knock it off! You're blowing everything!" Donna: "Roy, please!" Dick: "Rein it in, Harper! I mean it! We're all friends here, and if we can't manage to--" Roy: "Aw, stuff it, Grayson!" Roy grabs Dick by the front of his cape. Roy: "Real friendship is about spurring your friends on. Givin' em a little push sometimes. You know? --helping them through!" He pushes Garth back. Roy: "Sometimes it's even about conflict!" Dick: "You know, if I'd ever tried a fit like this on Batman--" Roy: "This is what I'm talking about! We love ya man, but enough with the bat-trash already, alright? Can't you see that you're driving us all--" ]
He proceeds to punch Dick and it breaks them out of limbo, and he goes on to say "I mean what is limbo, anyway? Limbo is all about getting nowhere, it's about being stuck! And you don't unstick by surrounding yourself with people who applaud your every move, do you?!" So yeah, Roy being chill with sitting back and kissing Jason's ass and being along for the ride? Yeah no way. That's not what being a friend of Roy is about. Dick and Roy kick each other a lot. It's rocky as hell, it's dramatic as hell. They trust each other 100%, aren't scared to step on each others toes, take things too far in arguments with each other, they're messy af. There's a lot of sexual tension, enough that other characters pick up on it
[Image ID: Grace Choi talks to Roy saying "...But y'know, it's better to have you around pissing him off. Without all the sexual tension. At least the obvious sexual tension. I always thought you boys would make a swell couple in an erotic butch and sundance kind of way. But if--" End ID]
Outsiders (2003) #11
And if DickRoy has all this messy complexity and sexual tension explicitly laid out in the comics, as to why is Jayroy more popular? I think a lot of newer batfam fans came from the New52. Plus Jason doesn't have any prominent love interest in canon, so like who are his fans going to ship him with? It's pretty common to, if you read comics, only read the comics your fave is in. So I'm guessing people just read rhato and some other stuff surrounding Jason, never explored out into Roy's comics and ended up shipping it. As to why it became more popular than DickRoy? Idk i've only been here a year, I'm guessing fans of the ship dwindled due to lack of content. Even though they went back to being friends in recent comics, there's not the same passion between them as there once was.
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Why The Percy Jackson Adaptation Should Be Animated
We can have Heroes of Olympus/Trials of Apollo/Magnus Chase series
Percy shows up in four of Rick’s five (at this time) mythology series, those four series have eighteen books spanning six years
Even if Disney could crank out say three in two years, that’s still twelve years, the actors playing Percy, and Annabeth, and Grover, and Thalia, and Clarisse, and many more will be in their twenties when all the books are covered and that’s on a sped up timeline that is unlikely to work in reality
The reality is, we probably won’t get a Heroes of Olympus television series and we definitely won’t get a Trials of Apollo or Magnus Chase series, which is sad as many favorite characters won’t be seen
Grover, Thalia Chiron, and the Gods won’t age
Yes, technically Grover does age, so that title is a bit of a misnomer, but he ages slower than the others, either the whole he’s actually twenty-eight, but satyrs age slower will need to be axed, or he will have to be played by an adult so that he doesn’t age, which will look strange since he’s suppose to look fourteen/fifteen for the entire series
Grover is only a small problem though, how are they going to deal with Artemis or Hestia, both of whom are portrayed as very young ages, the twelve year old playing Artemis will be fourteen, minimum (though, if we want good cgi, she’ll be more likely around sixteen) by the time the show reaches The Last Olympian
Plus, Thalia is suppose to stop aging at fifteen, again, I suppose an adult could play her, it isn’t unheard of for adults to play fifteen/sixteen year olds, but unless they get an actor with a serious baby face, she’ll stand out amongst the children and teens playing the other characters
It’ll be bearable to watch in ten years
Cgi is improving everyday, which is great....until you watch something that’s more that a few years old, when we have newer and better cgi, the monsters and action of Percy Jackson is going to look....well we’ll remember that it looked good once
That is, if they pay attention to details, skimming over detail, especially when making living things with cgi, you risk falling into the uncanny valley (I’m most of us have seen at least a clip of Lion King 2019), if something is off, we will notice, even if we can’t place why
We can have it sooner
Animation for animated series are easier to make than animation for live action series, they don’t have to worry about matching the lighting and shadows because they get to choose the lighting and shadows, no need to worry how the actors are interacting with the animated monster (ex. the Percy actor bumps into Mrs. O’Leary, then goes to pet her, but moves his hand too far forward and now that has to be accounted for)
The battles will probably cause the most delays, anyone watch Game of Thrones? remember how long the final season took to get out? that was because of the major battles spanning multiple episodes, which is exactly what The Last Olympian will be
They wouldn’t have to use child actors
This isn’t a bash on child actors, there are some good ones out there, what I’m concerned about is the children’s well being
Ever read or watch an interview from an ex child actor, especially Disney child actors, it’s brutal and takes a toll on their mental health, there’s even instances where the child doesn’t want to act, their parents are forcing them to
If on the extremely rare chance someone from the Percy Jackson crew is reading this please: let the kids play when they aren’t filming, don’t make them feel guilty for eating, shield them from the inevitable criticism that always comes with an adaption, take care of them, very few people do these things and kids get messed up from that
It’ll be easier to relate to the characters
Acting just doesn’t doesn’t have the same feel as animation, especially when the actors are new to acting
Acting is obvious, we ignore that it is because that’s how you watch live action, but rarely will it ever not feel like people repeating back lines they memorized, that the expressions are calculated and filmed 20 times over to get it right
Animation doesn’t have that, characters feel real, not like they’re acting because they aren’t, making it a lot easier to relate to them
None of the fight scenes will have to be cut
These are children playing these characters, obviously fights scenes are going to be cut and the ones kept are going to be simplified, these kids will probably have limited fighting experience and even if they don’t, they can’t hire children to play stunt doubles for safety reasons, so they won’t do anything too risky
Just imagine the fight scene between Ares and Percy in The Lightning Thief, they’ll probably hire a bigger guy to play Ares, comparing that to tiny Percy, the battle is probably going to look more like a dance number with every movement scripted as to keep Percy’s actor safe
It supports social distancing
Social distancing is still important and animation is easier to do social distanced
We could see every part of camp, not just the parts they built sets of
Camp is big and fantastical and probably will be barely shown, that’s a lot of set to build, so they probably won’t see it all
The big house, interior of the Poseidon, Athena, and Hermes cabins, and the mess hall will most likely be made, but the lava wall? the forge? doubtful
It’s easier to replace actors
Like I mentioned before, there are 18 books if they were willing to make them all, even if /magnus Chase and Kane Chronicles were made along side instead of in between, a lot of actors, especially child actors, don’t want to be stuck playing a character for that long
while no one shows up in ever book, some characters get dropped and brought back, which when being adapted causes actors to be replaced, the actor playing Will in The Last Olympian will probably not be the actor playing Will in Blood of Olympus (that is, if they even make Heroes of Olympus)
They won’t have to sacrifice the small details
Wouldn’t it be cool to have a Nico and Bianca cameo in the Lotus scene? won’t happen, what about characters slowly getting more scars after each battle to symbolize the trauma half-bloods carry with them? Luke will probably be the only character with a scar, see a background character that resembles minor characters like Drew or Kayla or Castor and Pollux? that’s not going to happen
Small details that make the story will be tossed to the side, mostly because it isn’t feasible in live action, I think the Lotus scene is the best example, seeing Nico and Bianca there in the background would be so cool, but they don’t age in the Lotus hotel, and it’ll take probably 14 to 18 months to make a season, let’s say 14 months for now, that’s over two years between their cameo and they’re actual appearance, a very obvious difference when discussing 10 and 12 year olds
All in all, this is just in my opinion and preference
Will I still watch if it’s live action, of course, it’s Percy Jackson
It won’t be as good as something animated and I’m sad I’ll never see some of my favorite characters on the big screen, but at least we’ll be getting a decent adaptation
#Percy Jackson and the Olympians#PJO#percy jackson#annabeth chase#Nico di Angelo#bianca di angelo#grover underwood#thalia grace#clarisse la rue#chiron#will solace#luke castellan#pjotvshow#magnus chase and the gods of asgard#mcga#trials of apollo#toa#live action pjo#animated pjo#pjo adaptation#love how I started this in October then forgot about it
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Robin Jason, a friend and ally of the Titans.
PART 1.
Last Friday I was feeling extra rage-y after the news about the Titans mini with the Titans show line-up of heroes. I still think that a) Jason shouldn’t be considered a Titan or be in the team as Red Hood and b) that him going back to wearing a bat symbol on his chest is just bad but as @randomlut said there is a possibility of that book not being set in DC’s current universe and if that’s the case then okay, I will not complain about it anymore.
But this post isn’t about that Titans book it’s about Jason’s Robin’s appearances in volume two of the New Teen Titans!
Now, this won’t be an in-depth review of those issues from a story point of view, it will be a post in which I talk about Jason’s characterization and interactions with the Titans. Maybe I will even dive a little bit into why I think that the interactions that Jason and Roy have in those issues makes the relationship that they had in New52 very out of place.
Let’s begin!
· NTT (1984) #19
Jason as Robin appears here only in the last page of the issue. After the current team of the Titans appears to be falling apart Donna calls Jason and others to help in a mission, this team that she puts together resembles the “original” line-up with Robin, Speedy, (Kid) Flash, Aqualad and Hawk.
· NTT (1884) #20-21
Jason appears in the Titans tower along the OG Titans, when Donna finally tells them what the mission is all about (stopping Cheshire from interrupting a meeting) she asks if they are in on the job, Jason is not only excited about being there but about Batman actually letting him come all the way to the tower. A little bit of what Jason thinks or saw in Bruce is shown when Wally says that he “didn’t think the Batman could be thrilled by anything. He is always so grim.”
Basically, what Jason says is that the Bat isn’t that bad if you get to know him and that he cares about Jason’s education outside of vigilantism. Also, Jason seems to be grateful and very receptive of the things that Bruce taught him, he regards him as a very good mentor.
After everyone decides to help, they get on their jet. Here we have a very important interaction between Jason and Donna, she is telling him how she is feeling about the attitude of the rest of the team and about how she is a little bit lost now that she is in charge of the Titans and then she asks what Robin thinks about the whole thing, Jason is obviously thrilled once more, someone as experienced as Donna is asking him for his opinion? It blows his mind away! Batman never does that, he is always following his lead and never has a say on what they do so, to him, helping the Titans is only getting better and maybe he will ask the Bat to let him join them permanently.
Because they were talking Donna wasn’t paying much attention while flying and after they barely avoid crashing the jet, she apologizes to everyone and once more looks for reassurance with Jason, this time Jason is caught off guard but after Hawk teases him about his hesitation he tells her that “everything’s okay”.
When they arrive to Switzerland (where the meeting will be held) we have Jason’s first interaction with Roy Harper and him also slowly transforming into a burrito, that boy was cold and pissed off about it!
It’s really funny to me that Roy talking about Oliver’s pervy arrows is his very first interaction with Jason, who would have thought that a mad man would later make them besties?
They all go inside a building to get warm and for a while Jason is just chilling while the other Titans are all having an existential crisis, because here is the thing, Jason is a kid, he was presumably 14 here while all the other are in their twenties. Donna is having trouble with her new position as leader of the Titans, Wally is trying to live up to Barry, Garth is grieving his love, Roy is still very uncomfortable about being on a mission that involves Cheshire and Hank is just crazy. The others are trying to complete a mission while their real-life problems loom over them and Jason is just on an adventure with cool people.
Its not much later than Cheshire attacks the Titans, she first takes on Wally because he is her biggest threat and then detonates a bomb, now here I will give a little bit of context, Cheshire does not want to kill the Titans as of now, she just wants to incapacitate them because them being there is making her own mission more complicated, all I will say is that she doesn’t truly have villainous intentions and that she has a very weak spot for Roy.
Anyway, the bomb incapacitates Garth and Roy and Cheshire also managed to shoot Wally so only Donna, Hank and Jason are left standing to capture Cheshire, but here is the thing, Hank doesn’t want to capture her, he wants to kill her.
Jason has interacted very few times with Hank so far and it has always been Hank teasing him but now as Jason is going to fight Cheshire Hank interrupts him telling him that he will do “what has to be done”. Cheshire of course wont fall easily and I think that at this very moment she is thinking that killing Hank wouldn’t be a bad idea because he is going to mess her plans up! But not to worry as she is raising her gun Jason comes in to save his ass!
Jason is not a match for Cheshire and after that she quickly subdues him. But what’s important here is two things, first Jason doesn’t want or consider the idea of killing Jade, he just wants to capture her and bring her to justice, secondly, he doesn’t even want her to kill Hank, who has been violent towards every Titan and rude to Jason every single time that he has interacted with him. What I am trying to say is that this IS Robin Jason, he doesn’t think or act the same as Red Hood will in the future, he has his opinions on what punishments killers should get but he is not there to kill anyone himself.
There is this whole page where Donna beats Hank against a tree so he stops killing, because that’s not what the Titans do, she explains that if they do that then the public (that is already quite afraid of them) will just fear them more and they don’t need that, plus she believes that he is acting that way out of grief after losing his brother, as she is saying all of this though she is putting quite a lot of pressure on his chest and that might have ended up in her actually killing Hank if Jason hasn’t been there to stop her.
Donna is obviously not having a good time and after this she says that she “has had it” and that from now on Robin should “take command” because “its his group anyway”. Oh man…its clear to the reader that Donna is not having a good time being team leader but she also misses a certain person a lot. She is obviously not seeing Jason there, she is seeing Dick, the person that she is used to take orders from but he is not there.
Jason is aware of this, he might be a kid and might not have as many problems as the other Titans as of now but he is not a fool and he doesn’t want people to see someone else when they look at him, so he confronts Donna about what she just said/did.
Jason is just great in this scene; he just doesn’t want people that he admires to treat him as if he were someone that he isn’t. Just because Dick isn’t there doesn’t mean that he (because he is Robin) can replace him, they are not the same person and they do not have the same experience. He calls out Donna on her behaviour towards him and Donna being an adult takes responsibly for her actions and understands that ultimately, she was hurting Jason’s feelings. We have a kinda wholesome moment when they hug but because this is written by Marv Wolfman and he just can’t help himself, he proceeds to write Jason as a horny teenager. What a way to ruin the moment Marv…
Back to Cheshire, she is about to kick Wally’s face in when she decides to first tell him what he has to tell the others when they wake up, which is “Cheshire remembers”.
Wally tells the Titans Cheshire’s message but none of them truly understands what it means, Hank says that he doesn’t even understand why they are alive. Donna comes to the conclusion that Cheshire might want something from them and this is where Jason gives his thoughts, he says “Doesn’t matter what she wants. We take care of her. She’s a killer.”, its clear once more than although Jason (as Robin) wouldn’t kill anyone he does feel a certain type of way about criminals and wants them to be locked up.
After yet another verbal fight between Hank and Donna the Titans take a cable car to their next location, Jason is shown as exited about the view and the whole experience once more. When they arrive, they find Faraday (the guy that called Donna for help in #19) and he explains a bit more the situation but Jason once more is having trouble staying warm so he goes to the cable car tunnel nearby, but he doesn’t go alone, Roy goes with him because his “costume wasn’t made for this kind of weather either”, in this second interaction between these two we get to see Jason’s detective skills shine.
Jason has been watching Roy and he found his reaction to Cheshire’s message quite sus. Not only is he showing his detective skills here but he also said in a previous panel this: “The Batman keeps telling me to watch people’s eyes. And every so often I notice you become awfully agitated…like something was going on you didn’t want to be part of”. Zdarsky, hey pal, I am talking to you, look at this dude! He read Roy like an open book, this is Robin Jason, he likes being Robin and he is brilliant at it, he is methodical because he learnt from paying attention and working with Batman, so, you sir are wrong, not only did UtRH disprove your dumb narrative but so does this interaction (along all his appearances in this book).
Roy is impressed by the kid, and yeah, he calls him kid because he is a kid…Roy is visibly older than Jason as he should, do you see it Lobdell? Yeah, there is no dubious age gap between those two as you made it seem. Roy is impressed because between both of them he is the one that is most experienced, not the other way around. How did Lobdell manage to make up a whole as run where not only were Roy and Jason close in age and besties but also Jason was better at vigilantism than Roy and Roy was the one being impressed. It’s wild, wild and bad.
Back to the issue, Jason taken out of the fight quite fast once more by Cheshire and she proceeds to talk to Roy, that’s where we find out that they were lovers and that she feels weak when she is around him because he makes her feel feelings but that’s not all, she tells Roy that he is “the man that fathered my child” …Oh and now she does want to kill him. That’s where #20 ends, so let’s see what happens with Jason in #21.
In the beginning of #21 Jason is conscious once more and when he hears Cheshire’s threat, he attacks her so she can’t shoot Roy, he also says this “Sorry ‘cat’ that’s a definite no-no. Don’t you know mommy’s and daddies should never fight” I, I don’t know why he had to say it like that…the 80s were weird. While Jason is being himself Roy is thinking “Don’t be cocky kid, Jade hasn’t got a sense of humour…” but because he wants to talk to Jade, he tells Jason to go, that he will handle Cheshire and he leaves.
Roy and Jade talk, Donna and Hawk are fighting bad guys and each other and at some point, Jason joins Garth and helps him take down a couple of guys, he also tries to make conversation with him but Garth is still not talking to anybody.
Cheshire tells Roy that he will never hear about their child again and that he needs to let her do her thing and stay out of it because he doesn’t understand what’s going on, Roy doesn’t do what she asks and she “poisons” him. Donna saves a guy that Hank was trying to kill. After Cheshire leaves Roy comes to the conclusion that she wasn’t there to kill the people from the meeting or that she poisoned him, but because they were there and everything went to shit now the people that were getting together are blaming the Titans for the interruption. The whole thing is a mess and the news channel are not nice about the Titans as a whole, but I am not interested in exploring that here. All you need to know is that the people that made Cheshire do what she did to the Titans were the Brother Blood people.
It’s on the jet that we see Jason again, he and the others are going back to the tower. Because the news are painting the Titans as bad when they are arriving to the tower Jason sees a lot of people protesting about them and he feels bad. This was his first job with the Titans and he is a kid, imagine how sad it would make you if you wanted to help and after getting the job done people were mad at you. But even though he is sad about that he takes time to ask Roy if he is okay after he sees him almost running away from the tower, he doesn’t get a response but he isn’t mad about it.
Jason’s stay with the Titans comes to and end and he says that he loved hanging out with them and is grateful for having been invited, he is so sweet!
· NTT (1884) #24
Here, for some reason, we see Jason saying goodbye to the Titans again and unlike at the end of #21 Roy is there to see him leave.
I am not going to lie though; I liked this goodbye better it feels like it’s more complete than the other one. Here he says that Batman wants him back in Gotham but that if the Titans ever need him again all they need to do is call. He also mentions Nightwing which is funny because he will be called by Donna again in #26 to help the Titans get Dick back from Brother Bloods Church.
I am going to cut this part here because issues 26 to 31 have a lot of Jason content that I want to explore and I can’t put any more pictures here, also this post is already long as it is now!
I just love Jason’s little moments in these issues, him confronting Donna and reading Roy like and open book in #20 are my absolute favourite, I just think this is a nice way to kinda show how wrong some current characterizations of Robin Jason are and what better way to do that than reading and looking into some good stories.
Oh! Before I forget, in #21 Roy leaves the Titans’ tower to go see Jade and he actually gets to meet his daughter Lian for the first time, so yeah, that was a wholesome moment!
#jason todd#robin jason todd#batman and robin#titans#new teen titans#donna troy#roy harper#cheshire#garth of shayeris#wally west#red hood#urban legends red hood
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The 101 Deaths of Danny Phantom
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One of the first things people learned about dealing with ghosts, other than not to try and date them, is to never asks about their death or obsessions. That doesn’t mean the citizens of Amity Park aren’t curious though, especially about their resident ghostly hero and the confusing and concerning comments he sometimes makes.
“Are you okay?” Phantom asked Maisie as she shook and tried to hold back tears after that car had almost slammed into her. She sometimes joked about getting hit crossing the street of her college campus to pay her obnoxious loans but it was another thing entirely to almost experience it herself. Maisie was nearly twenty, she shouldn’t be comforted by someone younger than her little step sister but here she was, shaking like a lead and leaning into Phantom’s comforting, chilly touch.
“Sorry,” she stuttered, “thank you, I’m sorry I’m just-”
“Hey, it’s okay to be upset that was very scary. The thought of dying is very scary.” Through her adrenaline and her tears, she took in the ghost’s unnatural glow, his faded, barely visible appearance and the fact that he was floating a foot off the ground. Maisie knows this ghost, this boy, knows more than she ever could about death.
“And getting run over by a car sure is a bad way to go,” the ghost kid chuckled awkwardly, taking his cold hand off her shoulder to scratch at the back of his neck. “You should see how my dad drives or my mom or my sister if she’s running late enough,” Phantom paused in thought. “No one in my family should have a license now that I think about it. Anyway,” he dismissed with a wave.
“My sister and I were getting ready to head out to school and my dad was backing out of driveway too fast and didn’t see us and uh, luckily I got my sister out of the way in time haha,” Phantom trailed off awkwardly. Was it because of the uncomfortable conversation or because he noticed her dawning horror.
Her best friend ran the community college’s Phan club so Maisie was a member by default. Phantom’s death was sometimes talked about late at night, everything from wrongful murder to a freak accident. She never in her worst nightmares imagined being him being runover in front of his own house by parental ignorance. It was so normal, a quick mistake and a life lost.
“Oh my god,” he said with an adorable little green blush. “Why am I babbling about that? You almost got hit by a car, I’m probably retraumatizing you or something. I should probably go get the jerk who almost hit you,” he said before disappearing into thin air.
“Tia is not going to believe this,” she whispered to no one. All she knew is that for the rest of her damned life she was going to look both ways when crossing the street. She’d seen first hand what a single moment of reckless driving could cause.
XxX
Matthew, not Matt or Matty or Hughie, Matthew shivered from the cold. He was only in his boxers with little Pacman on them. It had been fine when he’d gone to bed considering it was mid-August but Phantom and this stupid flaming mecha ghost had tussled outside the summer camp he was working at. He could see some of the kids snickering at his state of undress though he was just extremely glad they were alive enough to disrespect him like this.
“Oh man, I’m sorry,” the ghost kid said with big, sad eyes that looked so human despite the fact that they were literally glowing. He looked around at all the snow and ice left over from his fight. “Jeez you guys must be freezing, I wish I could warm you all up but all I can do is make things colder.”
“S’okay,” Matthew said through his chattering teeth. “Teaching the kids how to start a fire was supposed to be next week but we can get a jump on it.” That got a smile out of the ghost and within a half hour, the other counselors were distributing blankets and hot beverages to the kids clustered around multiple fires. They didn’t seem particularly upset by the potentially fatal attack, Matthew will breakdown about that at a later time when he was alone. For now, he just smiled as the children chattered happily with the ghost while he cleaned up as much of the damage as possible.
“So you spend all day fighting ghosts?” Zoe asked with stars in her eyes.
“A lot of the nights too,” Phantom nodded, “I do other stuff but yeah it seems ghost fighting takes up most of my time.”
“Where’d you learn those cool powers?” Zuri asked, miming a punch.
“Comes with being a ghost,” Phantom shrugged, “my ice powers came in later though so I still struggle a bit with them but I’m getting better every day.”
“Why ice though?” Morris said with his cocked curiously to the side. “I see some ghosts use fire or shadows, why do you have ice?”
“Ah that’s a little personal,” Phantom chuckled but his posture was easy despite the invasive question. “Specialty powers like my ice require special circumstances and a certain uh connection to the ghost. Someone like me couldn’t use fire or electricity or plants, ice is in my soul, it’s who I am.”
Matthew paused in drinking his lukewarm coffee as a horrible thought came to mind. He’s been an outdoorsman all his life, practically from the time he could walk. He’d been a deep woods camping guide for a decade before switching to working at summer camps. But the years working in the relative comfort of a stable camp didn’t erase his knowledge of how unforgiving and deadly the woods in the winter could be. A grown man, much less a young teen, would freeze to death in 20 minutes if it was cold enough.
It made sense for ghosts to develop powers related to their deaths. Had Phantom been one of the dozens of unfortunate kids he read about every year who ran away in the middle of winter only to found later as a frozen corpse. He eyed the boy’s snow white hair and frigid aura he exuded with mournful trepidation. God, what a horrible way to die.
“I’d get chilly with ice powers,” Tabby said with a shudder, she held out her cup of cocoa. “You want some of my cocoa to warm you up?”
“No thanks,” Phantom said with a soft smile that was warm despite everything. “The cold hasn’t bothered me for a while.”
XxX
Ghost attacks may be the norm but, if there was one good thing that came out of whole mess it was the fact that violent human crimes went down drastically. So when the rare murder did happen, the shock and fear rippled through the whole town.
Stanford Newton had only been sheriff of Amity Park for eight months after the last guy had gone gray overnight and moved to Florida the next day. It was a daunting position but one he bore proudly. This wouldn’t be his first murder investigation having initially cut his teeth as a beat cop in Chicago but it would be the first in Amity. And it certainly was the first in which the dead served in an active capacity.
“Amanda Chastain, 27. Officially she was a waitress down at Spengler’s Diner but she’s been picked up for prostitution twice in the last year,” Stan said calmly, ignoring the cold, angry presence over his shoulder. “History of polysubstance abuse as well, not that either of those things mean she deserved this.” Used, beaten to death and then dumped in the trash like yesterday’s paper.
He wondered if she’d come back a ghost or if she’d finally get some peace this world hadn’t offered her. “We don’t have many leads right now, I’m afraid. Acting illegally as they are, there’s not a lot of resources these poor girls have to turn to.”
“I’ll find them,” The Phantom said with blazing conviction, his voice thick and sharp as ice. “I’ll find and bring them to justice and make sure no one else is hurt again.”
“I believe you,” Stan nodded, shutting his notebook as he finally turned to face the teenage superhero haunting his town. He can’t say he liked what he saw. The Phantom looked even less human than usual, his aura flaring and flickering like the foggy mist before a heavy snowstorm. His unnatural green eyes glowered, painting his too young face in a terrifying light.
The kid looked furious, clearly taking this death to heart. He’d read the Fenton’s memos about obsessions and such but this seemed beyond that. “But don’t hurt anyone to do it, or yourself while you’re at it.”
“I won’t, I’ll make sure they’ll face human justice and don’t worry,” Phantom gave a snarling smile. “No mortal can hurt me, not like this,” he growled causing the hairs on Stan’s arms and neck to stand on end. He flew off after that, presumably to track down Amanda’s killer.
“Not like this,” Stan mumbled to him, pulling out his handkerchief and wiping his brow where a cold sweat had broken out. “Jesus Christ that poor kid.” Stan had seen plenty of murdered and mutilated bodies in his lifetime, some of them even kids. He just never got to talk to them after they’d had their life forcibly snatched away. It would explain the ghost’s near fanatical determination to save others, why he took a stranger’s murder so personally.
“I hope your own murderer is behind bars,” Stan said as he tucked his handkerchief back into his coat pocket. “Or even six feet under, for killing a good kid like you.” Stan made his way back to his squad car so he could head back to the station and move forward with the official investigation. But he’d eat his hat if there wasn’t a stammering lowlife there by tomorrow ready to turn themselves in.
Maybe after all this was settled down, he’d delve into some of the cold cases stacked in the cellar. Maybe in there he’ll find a picture of a smiling, carefree teen who’d disappeared and returned with the power now to ensure no one else suffered as he had.
XxX
“Yes, I know about the Phantom,” Luis Oliveira will say to anyone who so much as brings up the ghost kid. Locals know better by now but the tourists eat it up every time. He twists his finely combed mustache and gestures to the floor where his audience is standing. “He died right there oh ten or eleven years ago.”
Luis has worked his way all across the the United States since he emigrated from Brazil in the 70s. He finally settled in Amity Park about twelve years ago. He’d never intended to stay in the small Midwest town but the fatal shooting of a young customer kept his little corner market open.
“He was a nice kid, always said hi to me and paid in exact change. Was big fan of the snacks I made, would stop by after school and take half my inventory. He had big brown eyes and a crooked nose,” Luis would smile at the memory before closing his eyes and frowning sadly. “One day, he came late. His teacher made him stay after to go over a failed test, I remember he complained. He was pulling out his money when robber burst in, demanding my money. I fumbled for the register key, dropped it. I bent down to grab it and I hear shots going off. Two over my head, another right into the boy’s throat.”
Luis will hear the sound of that sweet boy’s guttural choking sounds as he drowned in his own blood until the day he himself died. The robber left after the shot, Luis called the police and held the young man’s hand as he died. The would be thief were never found and Luis never did learn anything about the boy who’d died on his floor for getting hungry after school.
“As soon as I saw Phantom on the TV,” Luis would say, perking up after his moment of somber grief, “I knew it was that boy come back. Those kind eyes, I’d recognize them anywhere. He’s never come here but one day he will and I will be able to pass on my regret on not being able to save his life that day.”
XxX
“I think he killed himself,” Mikey whispered to Lester during lunch period, angling his voice low. “The jocks may love Phantom for his powers but I just know he was one of us, an unwanted nerd. I’ve seen him chatting up a ghost I’m pretty sure is Poindexter, Casper’s suicide kid. They’re probably bonding over their similar deaths and the circumstances that led to it.”
“That’s pretty dark,” Lester whispered back. “I also get unpopular vibes from him but I don’t think he’s the time do uh do that to himself; he’s too stubborn and protective. But I bet he was the victim of a prank gone wrong. Dash locked Fenton in the Janitor’s closet last Wednesday, he got out okay somehow but maybe something like that happened to Phantom. He always looks kind of annoyed at the A-listers, maybe they remind him of old bullies.”
“Nuh-uh,” Clara said, pushing up her glasses with her middle finger. “The ghost kid totally got electrocuted or something. He was fighting that weather ghost and he sent lightning bolts his way and Phantom flinched. He fought the Ghost King and yet a little electricity scares him? It might not’ve even been a lightning strike but something manmade like a machine backfiring or something.”
“Get real,” Mikey scoffed, sipping his milk with an eyeroll. “I’m sure we’d have heard about some poor kid getting zapped to death; this town isn’t that big.”
“We’d have heard about a suicide too,” Lester noted with a wry grin.
“Shut up Mr. I base my theories around Fenton who’s a known weirdo”.
XxX
“I’m telling you, the ghost kid died of some debilitating illness,” Abbie McMillian, retired school teacher and three year reigning champ at the Tristate area’s Daylily Competition. She sipped her tea and spoke with as much confidence as she had back in the day wrangling Amity’s impressionable youths. “The superhero thing is clear wish childhood fulfillment, a chance to live and be free like he never got to in life. You see how happy and carefree that young man looks while flying? Clearly he spent his formative years sick and weak.”
“No way,” Greta von Martin frowned as she aggressively stirred her own tea to show her displeasure. “I worked in a hospital for close to 30 years and I know what chronically sick kids look like and Phantom doesn’t fit the bill. I will agree he’s carefree when he’s not battling spooks but he acts like a stupid teen. I’m telling you, the boy got into his parent’s liquor cabinet or took a few too many of whatever pill was going around his school. Tragic but something that happens every day.”
“Greta, dearie,” Abbie said with a pinched frown. “We’ve been friends since grade school and I love you like a sister but you are wrong and until you admit it, I won’t share anymore of my recipes.”
“You’re just being stubborn because you can’t see what’s right in front of you even after working with kids half of your life, Abbie, love,” Greta sniffed. “And you can kiss my grandson’s help weeding you garden goodbye until you relent.”
XxX
Perhaps one of the most human traits is curiosity, especially about what comes after death. Now the good people of Amity Park know a great deal about the dead so the lives before is what attracts their attention and none so more than the ghost boy. Maybe it’s because he’s their hero or maybe it’s because he’s so young. Or perhaps it’s because Phantom is such a mess of contradictions that it’s very hard to guess how the unfortunate boy met his end. But everyone has their own theories, from the mundane to the fantastic, some with evidence backing them up and others pure poppycock.
But for all their curiosity, as much as it burns them to know, they’ll never ask. They don’t want to risk the powerful ghost’s wrath but, moreover, it seemed in poor taste. The boy risked his afterlife to keep them safe, they couldn’t ask what traumatic and miserable circumstances had led to this point.
And besides, it was so much more fun to look up at ghostly figure as he sped through the skies and wonder.
#danny phantom#my writing#i made a headcanon post and immeaditly said 'i have to write this'#and then I did#tw: suicide mention#there is a non described background death of an OC#opinions are like assholes#everyone has one#and *everyone* has an opinion on how phantom died#some are reasonably close and some are waaaay far off#but they wonder and gossip and argue when the kid cant hear#its human nature
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