#the clays were legit okay with this
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You Put it There
First Lady of Private Garden Fic
AN: always have insurance if you want to prank the first lady
Synopsis: Jack gets you back with pranking you by thinking that there is a hickey on his neck and all hell breaks loose
Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader
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Jack was serious when he had told you to watch your back and may the best Harlow win. You had been on your guard all week and Jack purposely didn’t do anything because he wanted to catch you when you least expected it. So, he did the same exact thing you did, brainstormed with PG about which prank to pull on you.
Jack had made a final decision and no one from PG was on board because they knew you were about to flip your shit.
They knew that you were probably going to beat your husband’s ass as well as theirs and they were trying to avoid that at all costs.
But your hard headed husband wasn’t about to listen.
He was going to get Curse to put makeup on his neck that resembled a hickey and your older sister Danielle was going to make sure she kept you occupied so that Yasmin could work her magic.
“Jack, are you really going through with this?” Shloob asked while looking nervous as Yasmin was adding the makeup.
“Will yall relax? I need to get her ass back!”
“But ehhh, do we have to do this one?!? I’m about to start planning your funeral because…. Your wife…. Have you met your wife? Because I feel as though because you about to pull this shit, I don’t think you have.” 2fo said while eyeing Yasmin’s makeup job.
“I have insurance.” Jack replied while shrugging.
“What insurance do you have?!”
“You know how she loves Titanic and makes me and Urban watch it with her every fucking time it comes on?”
“I’m not following.”
“I got her an expensive ass replica of that fucking necklace. She’ll fold from the minute she sees it.”
“Oh, smart man. But I’m still about to start planning your funeral. Don’t worry I’ll call the parents.” Quiiso added.
“Then it’ll finally be my turn.” Clay said while smiling.
“Clay, we are on the second floor in my house. I will throw you out the window. You and Dua need to stop stressing me the fuck out.”
“Yeah, because you about to be bald by thirty.” Yasmin added and Jack rolled his eyes.
“Y/N will just have to slap his head during sex because there won’t be any hair left.”
All of them busted out laughing as Jack was just sitting there shaking his head.
“Clay, imma kick your ass.”
“Okay! All finished! How does it look yall?” Yasmin exclaimed, stepping back and admiring her work.
“Damn, that shit looks legit.”
“Fuck, we about to die. That looks a little too real.” Shloob was already saying a silent prayer.
“Urb, you better hold your best friend back when she sees that.” 2fo said while looking at Jack’s neck.
“So she can beat my ass too?! Hell nah, I’m letting her at her husband.”
“Okay yall, it’s showtime.”
You and your sister had been out spending time with each other all day when the two of you finally made it back to your house.
Jack had already told you that PG and Yasmin were there and you decided to make tacos and a nacho bar for them since it has been a while since you made it.
Once you stepped through the door, you were immediately greeted by your husband.
“Hi boo bear!” You exclaimed while he picked you up and your legs immediately went around his waist.
“Hi my pretty baby.” Jack responded while he leaned down to kiss you.
“GROSS!”
“Uh Urban…. You and your girlfriend do the same exact thing so imma need for you to shut your ass up and let me love on my wife.”
“Still gross.”
“You know he’s been saying that since we were 15.” You said as you kissed Jack’s nose and he set you back on the ground.
“He’ll be saying it for the rest of his life.”
You had yet to notice the “hickey” that was on Jack’s neck and moved about the kitchen with Shloob helping you make everything.
Shloob figured that this was his insurance because he didn’t want any type of smoke from you.
Your sister, Danielle was eyeing Jack’s neck and was amazed at how good it looked. She simply sent him a text not wanting to bring attention to it out loud because you would notice.
Dani- Jack, that looks a little too real
Jack- I know! Yasmin is amazing!
Dani- Uhh that’s not what I meant. I meant that Y/N is probably going to put you six feet under when she sees it. Yall haven’t even made me an aunt yet.
Jack- I have insurance. She’ll see it and forgive me
Dani- What is it?
Jack- a necklace
Dani- Yeah, she’ll fold lol
The food was finally finished and everyone was now sitting around the table enjoying it. You already knew if you posted a picture of the food that Druski would feel some type of way since it was the norm for him to always miss out when you cooked.
“What did you buy today, Y/N? All them damn bags I saw.” Yasmin asked as she took another bite of her taco.
“Things.”
“Elaborate please, what the hell we supposed to do with that?” 2fo asked while looking over at you.
“Things for my husband’s eyes only.”
“GOT DAMMIT CAN YALL CHILL?!”
“WELL YALL FUCKING ASKED!”
“Please get her pregnant soon so we can get a break from these stories.” Ace said while looking over at Jack who stifled a laugh.
“Hmm, do yall honestly think that’s about to stop us?” Jack questioned while smiling and looking over at you. You couldn’t do anything but smile back and brush a hand through his curls.
“Might make it worse because of his breeding kink.” You confessed and both of you started to laugh.
“JESUSSSSSS HAVE MERCY!”
“Are kinks are off the table for yall to discuss when we’re eating?! Got damn?”
“I mean yall are eating, but… there is one that is my absolute favorite.”
“Do tell!” Curse exclaimed while raising her hands in the air.
“I’ll wait until yall are done.”
“As kinky of a bitch that you are, I wanna know NEOW!”
“Urban, cover your ears since you always exclaim how you’re a virgin.”
“But I am.”
“I know otherwise from previous activities and you haven’t been since 14.”
“Stop stalling!” Dani yelled while pointing her fork at you.
You mumbled your answer and only Jack had heard you and looked down to continue eating his food.
“Bitch, you know good and damn well we didn’t hear you. Jack, what she say?”
“She likes when I spit in her mouth.”
“TIME OUT! TIME FUCKING OUT!”
“FLAG ON THE GOT DAMN PLAY!”
“OOHH, I KNEW FIRST LADY WAS A NASTY BITCH! ME TOO, GIRL!”
Everyone was laughing as you turned your head to look at Jack and caught sight of his neck and immediately got quiet.
“Baby?” You calmly asked, trying not to flip the table over.
“Yeah, mamas? What’s wrong?”
“What is that on your neck?”
“Oh fuck.” Shloob said while suddenly becoming more interested in his nachos.
“What?”
“Jackman, you heard what I asked you. What is that on your neck? Now if you make me repeat myself again, I’m kicking your ass.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby girl.”
You took a deep breath before turning to the side to fully face him.
“What’s the bitch’s name?”
“Who?!”
“Clay, have Maggie on speed dial because I am about to MURDER her oldest child.”
“Better for me so I can marry you then.”
“Clay, go away.” Jack said while attempting to take some of the heat off of himself but it didn’t work.
“Nuh uh, Jackman Thomas. Answer my question.”
“Baby, I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, hmm okay. WHY IS THERE A FUCKING HICKEY ON YOUR NECK THAT I DIDN’T PUT THERE?”
“Oh damn, now she yelling. I just wanted to eat my food.”
“What? You put it there this morning.”
“LIES YOU TELL! I PUT IT ON THE OTHER SIDE!”
“You sure? I remember it being this side.”
“Jack drop that bitch’s location right now. After I finish kicking her ass for touching my man, you’re next.”
“How you gonna kick my ass when the only person I have ever had sex with is you?”
“THEN HOW DID THAT GET THERE?!”
“YOU PUT IT THERE!”
“DID NOT!”
“DID TOO!”
“See, okay. Imma have to choke you now.”
“Damn, I like the way you think mamas.”
“Oh goodness, here they go.”
“Not in front of my taco, please.”
“Jack, I will choke you until you turn blue and pass out. Shouldn’t take long since you already pale as shit anyway.”
“MAMAS!”
“PG, who the fuck has been over here today?”
Silence.
“Oh, okay so yall admit?”
“WHAT?! NO!”
“We literally just got here 2 hours ago! Leave us outta this!”
“I’m still kicking yall asses because yall are guilty by association.”
“WE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!”
“URBANNNNN! WHO HAS BEEN OVER HERE?!”
“Just me and Yasmin.”
“Wrong answer, imma kick your ass too.”
“But….!”
“Husband, since you wanna play games, use your hand for a month.”
“A MONTH?! A MONTH?!”
“YOU GOT DAMN RIGHT! I DIDN’T PUT IT THERE!”
“I NEED MY DICK WET! A MONTH?! YOU TAKING THIS A LITTLE FAR MAMAS!”
“I AIN’T TAKING SHIT TOO FAR! LET ME FIND OUT WHO THAT BITCH IS!” You made a motion to touch Jack’s neck over where the hickey was and it rubbed off.
You were speechless.
“You….. JACKKKKKKK!”
“Got ya mamas!”
“IMMA FUCKING KILL YOU!”
“I told you to watch your back!”
You simply rolled your eyes and turned away from him and took a sip of the mango margarita that you had made.
“Aww, come here baby.” Jack said while attempting to pull you onto his lap.
“We’re getting divorced.” You muttered as you crossed your arms and Jack simply kissed your cheek while everyone was laughing.
“Jack, we told you not to do it!”
“YALL WERE IN ON IT?!”
“What did you expect, baby? You told them about the two pranks you did on me. And no we’re not and I got a peace offering for you.”
“I don’t want it. You’re sleeping in the bathroom.”
“GOT DAMN, she didn’t even say the couch!”
“I highly doubt that once you see what this is.”
“Nope.”
Jack had pulled out the necklace and opened it to where you could see it, but you refused to turn your head.
“Come on,Y/N, look at it!” Clay said but you weren’t budging.
“Baby, I got it specially made for you and this shit was not cheap.”
“Don’t care, suck my dick.”
“I plan on sucking that clit later if we’re being honest.”
2fo choked on his water while Ace busted out laughing and Yasmin was just sitting there smiling.
This went on for another ten minutes before you finally gave in.
You finally sat straight on Jack’s lap facing the table and your jaw immediately dropped.
“Is… is that what I think it is?!”
“Yes, I figured I needed insurance after pulling this.”
“But?”
“Had a jeweler pull some strings for me and specially make it for you.”
Jack undid the clasp and put it around your neck and you were still in shock.
“Wow, it’s pretty and kind of heavy.”
“Only the best for my wife.”
“Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls.” You said while glancing up at him and everyone began to laugh.
“At least I know you would’ve moved over on the door so I wouldn’t die.”
“Who the…. Who said that?”
“BABY!”
“I’m just kidding, Pookie! Of course I wouldn’t let anything happen to you!”
“You better not.”
“If you do, I’m available.”
All Jack did was throw a tortilla chip at Clay while he was laughing.
“Favorite Harlow child my ass.” Jack muttered while shaking his head.
“Anyway, you know I only do the best for my wife.”
“Mm hmm, you don’t say?”
“Say what, baby?”
“You have a lot of making up to do for this.”
“That’s why I got the necklace!”
“Hmm, I hope you didn’t think that would be enough.”
“Uhh?”
You then began to sing.
“Imma ride you like a rodeo. Hogtie you like a rodeo, cowgirl like a rodeo.”
“Welp, this was fun soooo I’m about to get a head start on my punishment from wifey.” Jack said before standing up from the table to throw you over his shoulder and you immediately let out a yelp.
“Literally a head start.” Yasmin said while laughing.
“Here they fucking go.”
“Wait, who did the makeup on your neck?” You curiously asked while you were upside down and everyone looked over at Yasmin.
It was quiet for a few seconds, but you immediately knew that there was no other person who could be behind it.
“CURSEEEEEE!!!”
“Whew! Would you look at the time! See yall later. Love you mamas and uhhh this was 1000% Jack’s fault.”
“Why do I always get blamed for everything?!”
“Because you are always fucking doing something.”
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jackharlow: I finally got her back lmaooo I wanted to take a picture of her and it took me 20 minutes to get her to stop looking mean in the pic, this was the result 😂
y/ninsta: jackharlow you lucky I ain’t kill you 😡
danivalentine: y/ninsta oh please you would never kill your pookie
jackharlow: 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
acepro: y/ninsta WE WARNED HIM TO PICK SOMETHING ELSE
druski2funny: what yall do this time?
danivalentine: druski2funny Jack pretended to have a hickey on his neck
druski2funny: jackharlow oh so you was just asking to die, huh?
lilnasx: y/ninsta should have mopped the floor with you. she don’t play about her mans 😭😭
urbanwyatt: blame softtcurse
softtcurse: not my own boyfriend throwing me under the bus 😐
y/ninsta: PG, I am rocking all yall shit! don’t expect to get fed when you come over either!
2forwoyne: y/ninsta now wait a minute! we told him not to do it! the beef is with your husband, not us!
y/ninsta: 2forwoyne no short ribs for you
jackharlow: I made up for it!
saweetie: jackharlow how?!
jackharlow: saweetie HER HEART WILL GO ON WITH THE NECKLACE I BOUGHT HER
sza: jackharlow no your ass didn’t get that necklace from Titanic
urbanwyatt: sza he did and it was a good idea too because y/ninsta was about to to kill him 😭
y/ninsta: cowgirl like a rodeo!
jackharlow: y/ninsta punishment times six?? because I’m ready
champagnepapi: TIMES SIX?! WHAT THE FUCK YALL DOIN OVER THERE?! SIX?!
quiiso: champagnepapi oh this is nothing. it’s actually light compared to the usual
champagnepapi: well got damn
dualipa: ohhhh y/ninsta!!!
jackharlow: dualipa get the fuck off my post
dualipa: I didn’t even do anything jack!
jackharlow: dualipa YET! BE GONE!
y/ninsta: jackharlow well come on then, how about in reverse this time?
jackharlow: shit, let’s go
claybornharlow: nasty asses. keep it down because in case you forgot, I’m staying with yall all week
jackharlow: claybornharlow I ain’t forget, come here y/ninsta!!!
y/ninsta: jackharlow say less!
dualipa: y/ninsta hickey prank you say? hmm I can put one on you for real
jackharlow: dualipa you just want to catch all this smoke, huh?
dualipa: jackharlow no not at all. I’m catching her nut in my mouth
jackharlow: y/ninsta she is officially banned from coming over our house
dualipa: jackharlow hmm funny. see you in 2 days.
jackharlow: dualipa just because you show up doesn’t mean I have to open the door
y/ninsta: jackharlow dualipa you two are a hot ass mess. everyone know Jack is the only person who will ever get hickeys from me
dualipa: y/ninsta for now
jackharlow: dualipa show up in 2 days and imma have a blow torch
y/ninsta: JACKMAN!!!
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Men, dudes, gentlemen and bros, let me tell you all about how sexy respect and empathy are with a brief tale from my undergrad years of doing nude modeling for university art classes and private, independent artists looking to commission models. I became known in my local art scene for being an easy model to work with, since I usually brought my own snacks/robe/anything else I needed, and made very few demands on the painters and sculptors with whom I was working.
A local artist in his late 30s, a sculptor, got in touch with me in 2016 . He explained that he was creating a piece for which I would be the perfect model (and for those aspiring, do NOT let things like cellulite, rolls, or any kind of "imperfections" that you think your body might have dissuade you. Artists, in my experience, LOVE details they can use like that.) We settled on a contract, which was an immediate green flag for me since it generally indicates that the artist is legit and not just trying to get a naked girl in his attic for the evening. All in all, he was lovely and my experience talking with him over the phone and getting the details of my payment out of the way was absolutely fine.
So I show up on a blustery March day in Boston. I'd forgotten my usual terrycloth robe that I would bring to modeling sessions, but it turned out that was okay because the artist, Lee, had one ready for me. And not only was it brand new, he'd washed and heated it for me directly before my arrival? He had a small table of snacks set up, which was more than most artists ever bothered to do, including hot tea and coffee AND juice, since he didn't know which I preferred. At this point I have hearts in my eyes.
I took my clothes off while he got his clays ready, and he points behind himself and hands me a remote. I was completely lost for a minute, until I looked up and realized that this man has set up an entire ass television for his models to watch while he works, since we're usually standing in one (probably uncomfortable) position for hours. He had space heaters aimed at where I was standing, and he casually informs me that if I want music instead, there's a bluetooth speaker I can connect my phone to and play anything I like. I am SWOONING now.
I picked music for the first block of modeling, jazz because y'all know me, and the minute it started playing he gasped, "Is this....Dave Brubeck? Oh my god, you are minted." It's generally bad form to talk while modeling for obvious reasons (distracting the artist, shifting your position slightly, etc), but he was so easy to talk to that we just kept chatting while he worked. I won't lie, I accidentally shifted more than once, but every time he would just murmur comfortingly, "No, no, that's perfect, I love that," as he manipulated his clay.
I need you all to understand how appealing this was. I need you all to understand that had I not been working, were I not a professional with a reputation to uphold, I would have fucked the SHIT out of this man. I would have quietly posed for him for as long as he wanted, and then I would have gladly allowed him to bend me over every fucking surface in that studio, I NEED YOU ALL TO GRASP HOW FUCKING SEXY THIS WAS. He could have HAD ME IMMEDIATELY had I not been working. He could still have me today, SORRY TO MY PARTNER BUT.
#OH MY GOD I STILL THINK ABOUT HIM TODAY#he was so kind! so respectful! so lovely!#men it's literally this easy to get laid!#JUST DON'T BE A DOUCHE????
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It kinda gives me life how much variety there is between what ages the bros were when the band broke up. Cause some people set JD as like 20 when it happened and like others set jd as a teenager and according to the trolls band together tiktok page jd is in his late 20s in band together so that means he would be like 9 years old max in cannon when the band broke up.
Personally looking at the flashback I think John Dory looks around 12 years old like he’s still got rosy cheeks and a baby face.
based on the magazine images the band started with just Bruce and John so like they’re basically the same age maybe 2 years between them. Then Clay joined so there’s probably a bit of a bigger gap between him and Floyd. Maybe like 3-4 years younger according to the band together like band page that dreamworks put out Floyd was originally referred to as the baby in the band before he out grew it and Branch joined.
So assuming that what dreamworks put out is legit in cannon JD was 9 when the band broke up, Bruce was 8ish Clay was like 6-7 Floyd was like 4 probably and branch was a few months old. Unless of course JD and Bruce are like fraternal twins or something with John being a few minutes older, which they might be considering they started their careers at the same time.
Troll aging is wild and it’s crazy to think that they could have been this young but tiny was sing dancing and driving at 1 month old so they age at weird rates.
The most wild part about this is that Bruce would have 13 kids at like 28-29 years old which is wild but might be the case cause all his kids look basically the same age and who knows how many sets of twins and or triplets he has.
Wow. Okay that was so much. I’m not entirely sure how to respond to that 😂
Frankly I don’t think the writers actually pay that much attention to time lines and continuity. I could be wrong but that’s just kind of how I see it. Timelines and concepts seem convoluted at best and I don’t particularly mind - as it’s aimed at kids - but I can understand why people might get a little frustrated.
Troll aging is unpredictable and absolutely WILD even if you go with older ages. Personally, I usually have JD being about 16 when the band break up. And as much as the others being younger and leave seems insane to us, it seems like with trolls, they can, at least generally can take care of themselves. I try to balance human realism and the troll surrealism a bit which is why I don’t generally use those ages of 9 and under. But I also don’t do exact human realism cause well, I just don’t.
I guess everyone does things a little differently and you’re right! It’s totally interesting. I think the Vacay people are probably more prone to having a bunch of kids than trolls. But idk maybe you’re right and Bruce and Brandy had a bunch of sets of twins and triplets and whatever.
Conclusion - Troll ages and maturing rates are absolutely wild and unpredictable lol
#ask#those ages are insane to me#i don’t think dreamworks is really putting much thought into timelines and continuity haha
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I want to speak about something that's been nagging at me for quite a while:
When people critize f. e. Taekookers theories (just as an example), that could be considered delusional, I so often stumble upon comments like:
You are mentally ill. Go see a doctor.
You are so delulu. You need help.
As someone, who actually suffers from mental illness (like many people probably do here) and did need help and did see a doctor, I kind of feel offended.
We don't know what really pushes people into the realm of delusion/conspiracy theories. It's a complex topic.
But you don't need to be mentally ill to believe in conspiracy theories. And you can be mentally ill and not believe in conspiracy theories.
I will always have to deal with my mental illness. Therapy and pills won't ever cure me of that. I will always have to fight my demons. And I give my absolute damn best every day to still be able to live a healthy life, be happy and not hurt myself or other people.
So please, please, please don't trivialize mental illness for a joke or statement about shipping.
This is a hard topic. Because you absolutely are not wrong. I find myself struggling over the past few days trying to figure out what to say here. So sorry it took me a while. I'm still not too sure, but I figured it's past time you deserved an answer.
The comments in your example are often when these things and the words mentally ill, insane, crazy, go see a doctor, etc.... are used in derogatory ways. It's using being mental ill as an insult. And that's really just not okay. But a lot of times, it's often not said as an insult and more dismissive. Which isn't cool, but also, you can't argue or Converse with people who refuse to talk to you. "You're legit insane, you need help." *end of conversation* and honestly, the person saying, literally truly does mean it. They don't mean it necessarily as an insult, but as a you legitimately need help is if this is how you are behaving, especially if these beliefs and behaviors track over into their real life too. A therapist is honestly probably exactly what they need. Actual help.
Like, I won't lie, if I meet a coworker and it comes out that they are tkkr, my faith and trust in them would plummet. I wouldn't take their opinions seriously, I wouldn't trust their logic or their follow through and I would question their decisions. If you behave like that online, I think you need professional help. It's not anything against *you*, it's just that something isn't clicking right for you in the way you are processing things and information and you NEED help. If you are shipping for fun, nah. But if you are one of those people who think the members all hate each other or any of the various conspiracy theories.... you need help. Same thing could be said about flat earthers. It is a seperate thing, and does not have to do with mental illness. And people should be conscious of the words they are using. Such as, I hate people using the word "breed" to describe various subsects of shippers. Its awful. Using mental illness in a derogatory way to insult shippers is the same thing. Not okay. Doesn't mean they don't need help. But it does mean that they aren't worth engaging with at all usually. If a person is determined to see darkness, then darkness is all they will see. The best you can do is try to hand them a flashlight. It's up to them if they want to turn it on or not. But kicking them in the dark doesn't do anything good for them OR for you.
A lot of it will come down to maturity and understanding that there is never any need to put down entire groups of people who have nothing to do with what's happening, because you are pissed (rightfully) at someone who is behaving inappropriately. Or using inappropriate and disdainful language yourself in return when engaging with said person. It's not worth it and never will be. Plus you'll end up hurting many other people who weren't your target instead too. You then lose the high ground you were trying to claim as you act like you are better. (General yous through this whole post btw)
Idk how much sense this made. But I do hear you and understand what you are saying here. The internet is a hard place to be sometimes. Not often friendly and people are all very self centered online at times it seems. 💜 I hope everyone is doing okay. Love you guys. And hopefully your message is one people keep in mind in the future.
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Name something that you love about where you live and name one thing that you hate/dislike
Is it weird that I want to say our rights? Cuz we have those down. We’ve got abortion and euthanasia and a right to vote and gay right and we are kinda okay on the trans right too. So there’s a lot of places you could move to that would cause you to lose those rights. Maybe the right word is stable. Like our economics are kinda okay compared to our neighbouring countries, which is weird cuz our housing market is shit, but the Nederlands is somehow worse. Yeah, stability seems good.
I also like the diversity, both in people and in terrain. It’s such a mixing pot with different heritages, every class I’ve ever been in has so much variation it’s so cool. And the terrain! The more is really flat, like level with the sea. And the south is so hilly, I’m talking 100-200 meter height differences like you see in Germany or France. It’s such a diverse country, you can go rock climbing or go to the beach, we have areas were the solid is mainly clay and other places where it’s mostly sand and other places where it’s just rocks. It’s so diverse for such a same country and it’s so cool.
The weather (currently glaring at the rainstorm outside). It can never make up its mind. We’ve legit had 4 season in one day. I’m talking snow, I’m talking sun with no clouds to be seen, I’m talking rain out of nowhere. And the wind. Off I hate it. You need to be constantly prepared for every type of weather. Bring the sunscreen and an umbrella. Take a coat but wear so many layers. It’s the worst. I’m a house plant, I was not made to thrive in this environment.
#the askers#icyfox17#you know the fries and the chocolate are also good.#the beer isn’t though#well it is but alcohol is so normalised over hear and I hate it#(I don’t drink and people are so surprised when you tell them)#(I think some people drink waaaaayyyyyyyy too much#but it’s none of my business what they put in their body)
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Are religious people actually delusional? via /r/atheism
Are religious people actually delusional?
Whenever I tried to debate with religious people, usually of the Abrahamic tribe (Christian’s Jews and Muslims) they all sound clinically insane to me, let me explain.
Someone is hearing voices in their head that says they’re god, they have schizophrenia. Okay, what about Mohammad or Jesus? No, no they are legit. Why? Because God said so. Well so did God tell Jimmy from New Orleans that he’s the new messiah but people locked him up in a psych ward. But Jesus Moses Abraham and Mohammad are different. How’s so? Because God. Like wtf?
If I tell someone that I believe that dinosaurs were an advanced race that ruled the planet and they used their magical powers given to them by the four Devine gurus of the universe to transmute their DNA to disintegrate and to evolve into higher lifeforms eventually creating us humans. I am viewed as crazy. But sure, God creating humanity from clay and shitting them out onto a planet 4000/6000 years ago and creating the literal and physical manifestation of evil to test humanity is somehow viewed as “normal” and clinically sound.
And the parallels that they draw is baffling. My problem with religion is that it’s the worlds longest game of telephone based on nothing but hear say. He said, she said. But I am viewed as the crazy one for not believing in the supernatural and all powerful space wizard that created the universe. “But Chocolat, just because you’re angry with your mother doesn’t mean you should deny her existence” completely disregarding the fact that I can actually touch and talk to my mother and interact with her. If I start arguing with the wall in public and tell them that I’m arguing with Jesus I’d be put into a psychiatric hospital.
Or another argument I just love to hear all the time: “If I tell you the painting behind that glass enclosure is wet why do you have to touch it to believe it?” Again, completely disregarding the fact that the painting in this example is tangible and a very verifiable statement. But if I say that on my secret island there is an atomic bunker where I have managed to harvest the dna or a dinosaur from a fossil and clone it and now I own a real life triceratops, source: “trust me bro”. I’m somehow taking the piss and I would need to show them to believe it.
So are these people actually delusional? I find it hard to believe that there are actual people out there that genuinely believe in such outlandish bullshit.
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Things my adorable sweet golden retriever boyfie does that just makes my heart swell
1- When I was in Berlin they stayed with me on the phone for two hours, just so I could vent
2- They listen to my fashion advices
3- They buy me little gifts from their trips
4- They once asked a waitress for a lollipop just so I could have it
5- They used to be so shy to wear all the things they want (croptops, piercings, rings) but I see them slowly opening up and daring more (and I am so proud of them)
6- They are so knowledgeable about many things (but my favorites are ofc lgbtq, feminism and ecology)
7- They are insanely not toxic, they always communicate in a relaxed way, no judgements, makes me feel heard, understood and supported
8- When I had to rush to pack and leave for my train they made all the dishes at my place, put a snack in my backpack then took me to the metro station (even if they had to walk all the way back to the tram station) just to kiss me goodbye
9- They always asks for consent (altho he knows I say yes to almost everything and I like it when he just goes for it)
10- They send me cute pics or videos he think I will like (mainly cats or pups)
11- Even if their phone is on silent mode I’m in their favorite contacts so my messages always buzz. But when I go party they leave their phone on and near him so I can call if anything happens.
12- They (used to) send me almost daily messages to drink water
13- Sometimes while walking they make me twirl
14- They always asks me if I want back rubs cuz my back hurts like a bitch
15- They talk about me to their friends
16- (update on n°5) They feel safe to dress however they want when they’re with me so they change right before seeing me (legit outside my door so no one else sees him)
17- (Update on n°12) when they see me not drinking much they put water in their mouth and kiss me just so that I swallow the water… kinky, lill dirty, not really messy, I like it
18- I got my conch pierced and we were sleeping together, so for me not to lay my head on my ear they kept turning. Literally going over me to the other side so they can hold me how we want.
19- (update on n°9) When we get intimate they always make sure I feel safe and loved. I have never once felt uncomfortable saying no, saying that I did not want more or that I wasn’t okay being touched somewhere ect. They always always ask for consent before doing anything to me and it makes me feel so safe
20- When we walk together, I did say they make me twirl but they also hold me from behind sometimes, we walk like pingoos
21- I know they like having me on top of them, it’s something they enjoy but I do feel like when they put me on my back on top of them it’s because they know it feels good on my back
22- When I was asleep in their room, they lifted the blinds a little bit so they could change and get ready, then they left while I was half asleep and quickly came back half jogging into the room to shut the blinds completely so I wouldn’t be bothered by the light
23- Staying to sleep in yet again in their room, as bae was leaving they kissed me and said « je t’aime fort »
24- On their way to the bathroom in a bar they had to leave me for a little while and kissed my hand farewell
25- They’re always willing to do creative things with me, like the bracelets or painting or clay.
26- My clothes fits them perfectly, so whenever I give them clothes to wear they fit better than on myself.
27- One time we played trivia and I realized how booksmart they were and it was the sexiest thing ever
28- They trust me, and it took so long for that to happen, I cherish it so much.
29- We’ve done quite a few activities that require me to be standing for a long time lately, and bae has an automatism to give me back rubs or shoulder rubs to ease my pain whenever they stand behind me
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Ok but while I’m at it, the BIGGEST shoutout to the Clays who willingly hosted not only their son’s adventuring party of 7, but also the husband and son of one of their members, their newly resurrected friend, and not one, not two, but THREE evil wizards and the incredibly high-status Cerberus Assembly member shoved into a shed outback
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I don’t know what but SOMETHING suddenly hurtled me right back to when I still attended church bc I was too young to make my own choices lmfao, but anyway, I was reminded this song, which is based off a Bible verse. And specifically, the line of “you are the potter, I am the clay. Mold me and make me; this is what I pray.”
But yeah this is cascore tho lol. The whole like... repositioning Dean as his target of devotion & worship and the like “remake me in Your image” that is him learning human things from Dean & Dean imparting parts of himself into Cas
#literally specifically listen to the you are the potter I am the clay part#so since I play piano there was a time when my piano teacher taught me some basics of how to play worship songs#(we used to attend the same church at one point but then they went to a diff one and then we moved but I still had lessons with them)#anyway I was never GREAT at it but I did pick up some techniques and also had some practice sight-reading & also performing#there was one time tho a few yrs back after I stopped going to church and didn't play piano as much anymore#where like they asked me to play for them for singspiration and I was like ...okay...#anyway they picked this song but the version they had - they used it mostly for lyrics - had the most insufferably written-out accompaniment#and I ended up working out the chords/working out some better ones lol#but also this one was tricky bc it has that lil key change#this isn't even really blasphemy this is like a softball#if anything this is probably more christiannatural :') but I hate that as a concept#anyway I DO think a lot of these worship songs COULD apply to Cas#however as ppl have noted a lot of them ARE kinda empty in emotion#tho they DO get vaguely Weird with the God/Jesus stuff in a Jesus is my boyfriend kind of way lol#I will say tho I legit thought some of Skillet's songs were about vampires#and not like... Christianity. which is wild#christianity cw#misc
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From This Moment || Part Fourteen
Jax Teller x Reader
Summary: Neither Y/N or Jax wanted to go back to reality, enjoying the life in the bubble they had created. Life was simple right now but something always got in the way of their happiness.
Warnings: blood, knife, attack
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A small laugh escaped Jax’s lips as he realized Nero had come up onto the roof. Looking around the lot he saw you sitting on the bench staring at your phone screen, more than likely scrolling through TikTok trying to not overthink things.
“I’m surprised Chika didn’t come up here.” Nero said softly as he sat down on the ledge.
“She knows me better than everyone else.” Jax smiled, keeping his eyes on you. It didn’t matter that shit was upside down at the moment, his heart swelled at the sight of you. “She knows when I need to be left alone, she always has. But no matter what is happening, whether I am at fault or not, she still shows me love and doesn’t treat me any different.”
Nero smiled as he listened to Jax speak about you, watching as his eyes twinkled from the setting sun, and the smile on his face reappeared. He knew in that moment just how much you meant to him.
“Listen Son,” Nero said, placing his hand on Jax’s shoulder causing Jax to turn his gaze to him. “This girl you have here, she’s a special one.” he said with a large smile, “She loves with all of her heart, and I can guarantee she is one of a kind, you can search this entire planet but you will never find anyone like her.”
“I know.”
“You can’t do wrong by her.” Nero nodded, turning his gaze to you, watching as you subtly wiped away a few tears that had fallen. “We all saw this happening, right from you both being young. We felt the connection between you. Your old man was hoping it would have happened whilst he was still around. Just don’t hurt her okay, I maybe calm and laid back but I have no problems in fucking you up Hermano.”
“I won't.” Jax nodded, a small smile on his lips as he spoke. He knew how much Nero loved you. “I know just how special she is.” he chuckled, casting his gaze back onto you. “I don’t want to go looking for anyone else, I have my ride or die by my side, I have done all my life. I’ve got plans in place, trying to get the club on a more legitimate path. Pull us out of the guns and drugs, I don’t want this life anymore, it was okay at the start but I have too much to lose now.” he nodded, pulling his smokes out of his kutte, lighting one up before he spoke again. “I have plans of getting Clay from the head of the table, but shit keeps coming up.” he sighed, running a hand over his face.
Once again Jax felt completely at ease venting to Nero about his problems. The man was a breath of fresh air for the both of you and it was nice to have someone outside of the club to share your problems with.
“With our only legit business, Cara Cara burning down, us struggling to find the right space for Red Woody and now everything with Tara and the baby, I just feel like I am stuck between a rock and a hard place.” Jax sighed heavily, his heart was aching for you, this wasn’t how he wanted the first few months of marriage to go.
“Maybe I can help you with that.” Nero smiled, squeezing Jax’s shoulder, making him look up, raising his brow at Nero’s statement.
“I am listening.”
Nero gave Jax the quick rundown of the proposal, knowing it would need to be voted in. As they were talking Nero noticed how Jax’s attention was on you, he knew he was listening but right now wasn’t the best time to discuss business. “Go, go be with her, you both need each other right now.” he smiled. “I know the club is on lockdown but maybe you both need to go for a drive. I know you won’t let anything happen to her.”
Jax didn’t say anything, but he smiled at Nero, nodding his thanks to him. He pushed himself to his feet and made his way down the ladder. The moment his feet touched the floor, he glanced over at the Audi, it was parked in the perfect place. There weren't any other cars blocking it in. Striding across the lot, he stood in front of you, gently taking your phone out of your hand, placing it on the table.
“Go get your car keys, babygirl.” he hummed, taking your hands in his.
“Thought we were on lockdown?”
“We still are but I think we both need a bit of road therapy right now.” he whispered, kissing your knuckles. “We both need to take a step back and gather our thoughts.”
A smile appeared on your lips, as you brushed your fingers over his skin. Jax always knew what you needed and when you needed it. He always knew even when you didn’t know yourself. It seemed crazy going for a drive when the club was on lockdown but you knew Jax wouldn’t have suggested it if it meant you would end up getting hurt.
It had been a couple of days since you found out Tara was having a girl and ever since then shit was getting worse. Clay was getting worse, the club was still on “lockdown” even though the issues with Darby’s crew had been sorted, Clay kept the lockdown in place. You knew it was to try and get under your skin. And it was working but you weren't going to let him know that.
The lockdown gave him the perfect opportunity to get his claws deeper into Jax, getting him deeper into the drug trade. One thing that you knew Jax hated, he could deal with the guns but the drugs, you knew how against it he was. The deal with Diosa was still on the table, the boys had gotten their teeth into the money from the drugs, so you knew it wasn’t going to be easy. You knew it didn’t have to be unanimous, Jax just needed the majority. Which you were hoping to get Opie on your side. But first a conversation needed to happen.
“So tell me again what happened?” Opie asked as he helped you get the car up on the ramp.
Everyone was dealing with club shit but Chibs and Opie stayed behind to keep watch over the club. It meant you could get a chance to have a heart to heart with Ope. Ever since the night you got back from Vegas things hadn’t been the same with Opie and that shit hurt. You didn’t know how he was going to be, some days it was like nothing had changed but then other days he completely iced both you and Jax out.
“Hit a pothole.” you laughed, pulling Jax’s work vest over your black vest top. “Might have been doing eighty, maybe ninety when I hit it.”
You saw the eye roll that came from Opie, making you flip him off as you grabbed the air gun to get the wheel off the car to inspect the damage, silently praying to the car gods there wasn’t too much damage. Somehow your alloy remained intact, no scratches in sight . A silence fell over the two of you, it was now or never. You needed to try and sort things out with Ope, you knew how much this was tearing Jax apart, even if he didn’t say anything.
“You remember when we were kids, we all used to be thick as thieves right?” you asked, leaning on the top of Jax’s tool box as Opie looked over the suspension. You heard him sigh, letting you know he knew where this conversation was going. “You know how much you and Jax being at odds is tearing him apart.”
“Has he said anything?”
“No, but you know that he doesn’t need to say anything.” you said softly, “Look, I get it. You are pissed at us for the whole Vegas wedding. But it just happened.”
“I don’t get how it just happens, like I know you guys have always been close.” Ope said, spinning around so he was facing you, reaching out offering you a smoke which you took with a smile. “The thing that hurts the most was neither of you telling me.”
“We didn’t want to tell anyone that way, Ope, trust me.” you whispered, fiddling with your rings. “Everything happened so fast, Vegas just ignited something between us and it just happened.”
“Can I be honest with you?” Ope smiled, leaning against the tool box. You nodded at him feeling like after today the air would have been cleared. “I saw this coming, even if you didn’t see it you always used to look at him with heart eyes as a teen.”
“I did not.” you squealed, playfully slapping his chest.
“Trust me, you did.” Opie chuckled, pushing your shoulder. “You always used to follow him like a lost puppy. He was the same though. He was so fucking protective of you, I guess nothing has really changed on that front.”
“I guess you are right.” you giggled.
“But even if you don’t want to admit that you always had heart eyes for him, which again you did. I knew deep down in my heart you were both destined to be with each other.” Opie smiled, placing his hand on your shoulder. “Sorry for being a dick about it all, I am happy for the both of you. But I can see something is bothering you, is it the whole Tara thing?”
“Yeah something doesn’t sit right man, I swear she is lying but I have no proof. Then there is Clay, I knew things weren’t good with him before but now me and Jax are married things have gotten worse. He is trying to sink his claws even deeper into Jax with the drugs.” you sighed, trying not to let your eyes fill with tears.
“Yeah shit is getting bad.” Ope sighed, running his hands over his face.
“Look, we need you on our side, Ope. This deal that Nero has put on the table is good, in fact it is amazing for both parties. It is completely legitimate and I can promise you, the money will be a lot better than what you are getting from the drugs.” you said, taking a long drag on your smoke. “Look in your heart Ope, you know deep down what is right.”
“You know you got my vote, kiddo.” Ope smiled, pulling you into a bear hug.
“And plus Jax is going to need his best man.” you laughed, looking up at him. “Let's face it Jax wants us to have a proper wedding, in front of our family and friends. But who knows if the rest of the club will come around.”
“They will, don’t worry.”
The hours had passed, Clay had finally brought the lockdown to an end. Meaning for the first time in just over a week you would be able to sleep in your own bed tonight. The lot felt empty now everyone had gone back to their respective houses, Tara and Ayden had sped off the moment Clay announced the lockdown was over. You were glad they didn’t hang around, you really didn’t want to see their faces any more.
Everyone had left, including Nero, the boys were out dealing with something at the warehouse, which meant it was just you, Gemma and Chucky on the lot. Chucky was frantically trying to clean the clubhouse and Gemma had locked herself in the office mentioning something about catching up on paperwork.
This gave you the time to work some more on your Audi, there was a lot more damage from hitting the pot hole than you anticipated. Luckily with the contact from the garage you had managed to get the parts you needed within a couple of hours.
The quietness of the lot gave you time to go over everything in your head. Trying to be rational about everything that had happened recently. It was your time to just decompress, enjoy your own company and get your head straight before you went back to work and reality.
Due to you having your headphones in and your music on loud, you didn’t hear Ayden’s car pull into the lot. Until he stood next to the car, his arms folded across his chest.
“Shit.” you breathed, holding your hand over your chest. “You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?”
“Forgot something.” he smirked, it wasn’t a normal smirk, this was sinister and creeped you out. Pulling Jax’s work vest tighter around your body, hiding your cleavage from your ex, the way he was staring at your body made you feel sick to the pit of your stomach.
“Okay.” you said quietly, wanting to get as far away from him as possible, but he had trapped you between the car and the tool box.
“I think you and I need a little talk.” he growled, stepping closer, pushing you against the workbench that was next to the tool box, trapping you. “Things aren’t how they were meant to be Sweets. I think I need to remind you of a few things.” he snickered, running his fingers down your cheek, letting it run down your neck until he reached the material of the vest. Ripping it open as he ran his tongue across his bottom lip.
Glancing over to the office, you saw the light on and the shadow of Gemma leaning against the door frame, just watching. From where she was she had the perfect view of what was happening, but did nothing to stop it. She just watched as his fist connected with your face, no doubt leaving a black eye in its place.
Your body was starting to shake, the look in Ayden’s eyes was pure evil as you noticed him reach over to the top of the open toolbox, grabbing the first thing he felt. A stanley knife. Gulping you kept your eyes on his hand watching his every movement, knowing that only a few hours ago you had put a fresh blade in it.
The moment the blade was pressed against the skin you flinched at the coldness of the metal. Hissing when he slowly dragged the knife across your cheek. Your hands were shaking as you willed your body to move, but it wasn’t responding, you were frozen with fear. The tears that had rolled down your cheeks mixed with the blood. You were scared for your life right now but finally your brain kicked into action. Bringing your knee up you made contact with his balls, causing him to double over in pain.
This gave you the opportunity to escape, you were not going to stick around to see what else the sick bastard had planned to do. Your face stung as the coldness and bitterness hit your cheek, but you couldn’t stop, you needed to get away from Ayden and the safest place was the roof.
The moment you reached the roof, you slumped down on the floor, pulling your knees up to your chest as the sobs racked your body. Taking a few breaths you pulled your phone out, trying to blink back tears as you managed to send a text to Jax, the text contained only four words but you know the moment he read “I fucking need you 😭” he would be straight on his bike.
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hello do you mind explaining all the amazons?
All of them????
Okay uh I'll break down the ones i at least know about anyone who's deeper into the WonderFam please jump in I don't really interact with them that much.
But we've got
Diana Prince: Wonder Woman
Our Golden Age Princess of the Amazons. During the Golden and Silver ages she came from Paradise Island. She was truly animated clay here and several hundred years old by the time of WWII. During the Golden Age Diana married Steve Trevor and they had a daughter named Hippolyta "Lyta" Trevor. (My break down of Lyta would be an essay in itself and she's not really an Amazon so). Diana was a member of the JSA here.
During the Silver Age Diana also married Steve but no kids. She rescued Donna Troy from a fire and sent her to Paradise Island to be raised by Hippolyta making Donna and Diana sisters. This is the first timeline to mention Ares is her grandfather technically as he made Hippolyta. Diana lost her powers at some point. She got really really good at martial arts and then two years later got her powers back. She supposedly died during Infinite Crisis but then you know didn't. During Convergence she killed a vampire Joker. That was fun. In this timeline Diana was a founding member of the JLA.
Okay and post crisis New Earth Diana is the first one to say Diana is from Themyscira. It was still called Paradise Island sometimes. She was molded from clay. Diana in this time was not a founding member of the JLA but came to America after it was founded. (I think Infinite Crisis retconned her to be a founding member but idk) Diana has become a member of the Trinity alongside Batman (Bruce Wayne) and Superman (Clark Kent).
The Prime Earth Diana is the one from Flashpoint and onwards. She’s now the daughter of Zeus. In New52 if I recall right she was made much much younger like in her 20s and explored mankind in the modern era. The Doomsday clock thing reestablished her WWII origins. She was also said again to have been born during probably the Hellenistic Period (they said classical antiquity and that’s you know just a few thousand years) She just helped out in Death Metals and is now doing something with Infinite Frontier unclear I don’t really know what Prime Earth Diana has been up to lately.
So on Earth-Two, Earth-One, and New Earth Diana was the granddaughter of Ares and as such her life span was greatly extended. On Prime Earth as the direct daughter of Zeus she is immortal.
Donna Troy: Troia/Wonder Girl
Donna is a tricky one. She was introduced real quick to fill the girl role on the Teen Titans cause the boys were getting a little too gay. So started Silver Age Earth 1. Okay so basically her origin kept changing but the one that’s ‘canon’ is she was created to be a playmate for Diana but was abducted and kept being cursed to live tragic lives in New Cronus. Right around the Titans era okay Donna was rescued by Diana and brought back to Earth. Donna was the one to suggest the Teen Titans name. Donna is a member of the Fab Five along with Robin/Nightwing (Dick Grayson), Aqualad/Tempest (Garth of Shayaris), Kid Flash/Flash (Wally West), and Speedy/Arsenal (Roy Harper)
Donna married Terry Long when she was 19 and they had Robert, got divorced, they died in a car crash.
After Crisis on Infinite Earth Donna sorta realized all those ‘lives’ she led were other version of her which she was all of now. And also Donna was believed to be the Goddess of the Moon. She had to stop a sun-eater or whatever but failed (Hal came in with a clutch it it’s cool)
Donna also had to fix some shit during Infinite Crisis and ended up on a Universe Hopping road trip with Kyle Rayner and Jason Todd to find Ray Palmer for Final Crisis or something. She was killed by a Superman Android during the Teen Titans/Young Justice Crossover. (Edit thanks to that anon for this I legit couldn’t remember how she died)
And Prime Earth Donna was made to destroy Diana. She you know didn’t.
Look I’ll be real I know next to nothing about what the New52 tried to do with Donna. I just go by her original origins of being Diana’s sister.
On Earth-One and New Earth Donna’s life span was greatly extended and on Prime Earth she is stated to be Immortal as on Prime Earth Amazonian’s on Themyscira were granted immortality.
Nubia:
She is like Diana’s twin made from darker clay on Earth-One which is the silver age Earth. Nubia was actually slightly older than Diana but she was stolen as a baby by Ares who was going by Mars. Mars/Ares is Nubia’s grandfather and he wanted her help in taking down the Amazons. Nubia was raised on Floating Island (or slaughter island as Mars/Ares called it). Nubia fought Diana and hesitated to kill her leading to a draw. Nubia returned to Floating Island and at some point Supergirl had to save her life from poison of some sort.
On New Earth she went by Nu’Bia and was just a random Amazon, her job was to guard the Doom’s Doorway which is an entrance to the River Styx. She was not Diana’s sister.
On Prime Earth Nubia is the daughter of Hippolyta and the half-sister of Diana not her twin. Nubia went undercover pretending to work with Darkseid before Themyscira could recover and rally to fight. Nubia is currently the Queen of the Amazons. She was given the crown by her mother, Hippolyta during the Dark Metals event.
As with Donna on Earth-One and New Earth Nubia had a greatly extended lifespan and on Prime Earth Amazons are immortal.
Cassie Sandsmark: Wonder Girl
She is a New Earth entry who was for the new Young Justice team. She is the daughter of Zeus and Dr. Helena Sandsmark. Here as Ares is Cassie’s half-brother and technically the father of the Amazon’s this means Cassie is Diana’s great-aunt.
Cassie as a girl was able to request a Boon of Zeus who she didn’t know was her father at the time I believe and demanded real superpowers. Her mother Helena was able to turn off Cassie’s superpowers at the start as well. Cassie was trained by Artemis for awhile. Cassie became Wonder Girl in honor of Donna Troy who handed over her old suit. Cassie joined Young Justice as a teenager and would later be on the Teen Titans. Cassie has become a part of the Core Four for Young Justice alongside Robin/Red Robin (Tim Drake), Superboy (Kon-El/Conner Kent), and Impulse (Bart Allen).
Cassie’s best friends outside of the core four are Supergirl (Kara Zor-El) and Cissie King-Jones (Arrowette). Cassie and Conner Kent used to date as well and she was in love with him before he died during Infinite Crisis.
On Prime Earth Cassie is the daughter of Lennox and the granddaughter of Zeus. In this version Diana is Cassie’s aunt not the other way around. Cassie is still a member of the Young Justice team here. I don’t exactly remember what was happening during the New52. She was still Cassie unlike Kon and Bart who’d been replaced. But during Rebirth she went with the other members of Young Justice to rescue Conner Kent from Gemworld. She is currently still a member of the Titans.
On New Earth as the daughter of Zeus, Cassie is an immortal who would not age further once she reached her prime age (like 27 or so). On Prime Earth as the granddaughter of Zeus and the daughter of Lennox Cassie’s life is extremely extended.
Artemis Grace:
Artemis of Bana-Mighdall comes from a separate group of Amazons not on Themyscira or Paradise Island. Bana-Mighdall is a tribe of Amazons in Egypt who left Greece millennia ago.
On New Earth Artemis left her home at 14 and wound up working for Ra’s Al Ghul before returning to her home. There was a competition to see who would be the next Wonder Woman as Hippolyta foresaw Wonder Woman die and wished to spare her daughter the fate. Hippolyta ensured Artemis won the competition. Artemis was shunned by most of the world including the Justice League who refused to see her as the true Wonder Woman. Artemis was also thought to be too violent. Artemis would later die in a battle with a demon fulfilling the prophecy of Wonder Woman dying.
Artemis got out of hell eventually and was given the job of training Cassie Sandsmark by Diana and would later train Supergirl in combat as well.
On Prime Earth Artemis was raised being told she would be Queen of the Amazons. She was desperate to prove herself and wanted to be the Shim’Tar of the Bana Amazons. Artemis’ best friend and lover Akila was chosen instead. Without Akila by her side Artemis felt her home had nothing left to offer and set out on her own. She helped stop an invasion of Qurac into Bana as well.
Artemis then joined the Outlaws and worked with Red Hood (Jason Todd) and Bizarro, a botched clone of Superman.
On New Earth Artemis had a greatly extended life span. On Prime Earth he Amazons were gifted immortality but those who left for Bana-Mighdall lost this gift so it is most likely that Artemis has the same extended lifespan from New Earth.
Grace Choi:
Grace on New Earth comes from the same group as Artemis in Bana-Mighdall. Grace’s mother is an Amazon but her father was a Korean American. Grace grew up in America in the foster care system. She ran away at 9 but was kidnapped and sold into a child prostitution ring. She managed to escape at age 12 after her powers kicked in. Grace began fightining both for pay and for fun and worked as a bouncer at a meta club in Metropolis.
Grace worked for the Outsiders for awhile at the request of Roy Harper an ex-fling and good friend of hers. She helped rescue Lian from the same child protsition ring she was in as a child and generally had lots of adventures with the Outsiders.
Later it was revealed she had Bana roots but Grace refused to join them as they were currently you know sieging down the US. Batman was briefly worried about her loyalties but Grace proved she had no loyalty or ties to the Bana Amazons.
Grace has returned to the Prime Earth in Infinite Frontier and in Festival of Heroes and it seems like nothing has changed with her so far.
Grace has increased longevity of her life. She is listed as half-amazon because only her mother is a Bana Amazon but all Amazons only have their mother who are Amazons so I don’t really see why she isn’t a full Amazon. Anyways increased life span.
Jason:
He is Diana’s twin on Prime Earth. He was sent away cause you know no men on Themyscira. Jason was raised by Glaucus who was a member of the Argonauts crew and worked under the original Jason of Greek Myth. Who Jason was named for.
Jason was raised on the Aegean Coast by Glaucus and became a Fisherman. Jason was trained in his youth by his half-brother Hercules.
Jason worked briefly with Diana but wasn’t sure how to be a hero. There was a period where Darksied’s daughter tricked him but Diana talked him down. And Jason saved Diana’s life during the Dark Metals event.
He is currently in the Dark Mutliverse living with a boyfriend on the Aegean Coast.
As the son of Zeus, Jason is an immortal.
⚔️ Also for fun the Weapons:⚔️
Lasso of Truth: Wielded by Diana Prince
Originally imbued with it’s power by Aphrodite and Athena later after crisis forged by Hephaestus and powered by Hestia, this lasso forces the truth from whoever it has ensnared. It is indestructible.
Lasso of Persuasion: Wielded by Donna Troy
This Lasso forces someone to do what the wielder demands. This requires Donna’s or whoever wields the lasso to have a stronger will then who they’re using the lasso on. It is indestructible.
Lasso of Lightning: Wielded by Cassie Sandsmark
This lasso was created by Ares and gifted to his half-sister Cassie Sandsmark on New Earth. This lasso channels Zeus’ lightning and can make someone experience intense rage if they are caught by the lasso. The power of the lasso is directly correlated to Cassie’s rage levels.
Lasso of Submission: Wielded by Artemis Grace
Originally from Earth-3 this lasso has the ability to make someone obey any commands even those to inspire false love. After Superwoman (Lois Lane) of Earth-3 was killed Diana took the lasso and gifted it to Artemis.
Bow of Ra: Wielded by Artemis Grace
The Bow of Ra was a gift from the Egyptian sun god, Ra to the Bana-Midghall Amazons. This bow goes to the Shim’Tar and forges a special bond with them. Those who are not the Shim’Tar cannot wield the bow and further if you are not a candidate to be a Shim’Tar the bow will harm or even kill you. The bow requires intense willpower to use or it can drive the wielder mad. Akila was driven mad with the power of the bow and had to be killed by Diana and Artemis. It is said to have the power to destroy stars so this bow is incredibly dangerous and powerful if not wielded by the right person.
(Bonus Donna used to use a lasso that was golden but held no specific magical properties.)
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i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: queer eye season 5
not a fireproof outfit lmfaooo
i really wanna hug karamo like he just seems as if he gives the softest warmest hugs
not me thinking jonathan was grooming a person and it’s a puppy 😭😭
“i don’t know if i can say that to a pastor.” pls
beloved…boyfriend…oh i am not well
“why do you tell yourself that, child of God?” tears
oh this barber is fine
“you don’t need any more coffee!” “a woman after my own heart!” two types of people 😭
the tribute to bruley yeah i’m sobbing
okay i love that her parents are supportive 🥺
oh the puns in this ep are gonna be atrocious 😭
“those are like $600 sneakers, you can afford a mattress!” get his ass!
HE THOUGHT IT WAS WEED IM SO 😭😭
oh he cheated on her…
“if you can’t eat it then you shouldn’t be feeding it to your dog.” LOUDER
never wanna hear antoni say “swag” ever again 😭
pls not the french tuck
oh i am obsessed with these dogs especially goldie
GROUNDBREAKING 😭😭
antoni is me whenever i see a corgi
OH MY GOD LULU?!??
i love rahanna so much
okay i love that she wrecked the old van
ERIC TRUMP GEL PLS
nasty freak 😭
bobby’s “what the hell?” is sending me
“she’s stressed as f-“ pls
“or the set of stranger things.” lmfao
oh my God they were roommates
“i am a happily married man.” 😭😭😭
“would you ever wear something this short?” “yes, i’m a hoe.” screaming
“it’s like i’ve done this before.” sick and twisted 😭
“i don’t wanna lose him and i don’t have a choice.” i’m legit ugly sobbing she loves him so much
“but you don’t like coffee…?” pls
lmfaooo antoni is legit sweating
“why y’all missing?” 😭
“that’s somebody who doesn’t wanna get laid.” 😭
oh Annabel is precious
annabel’s little laugh when her dad booped her nose with the clay was so cute 🥺
she wrote down how her and antoni made the pizza oh i love her
she’s pregnant 🥺
“i wonder if he’s related to reba 😯” “i doubt it cause he’s black and lives in west philadelphia.” “oh.” 😭
“why, bitch?” i freaking love jonathan
“tuck the front of his shirt in, he’ll be fine.” only like five minutes in and this is already the funniest episode of the season 😭
karamo is killing me
take a shot every time bobby says “the fuck?!”
“my sister is macy gray.” I’M SORRY????
“take me to the bedroom!” okaaayyyy
this season was so good omg? can’t wait to start s6!
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Messages from a Hacker (Part 3)[Folds in Time Universe]
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Relationships: Logan/Virgil
Characters: Virgil, Logan
Summary: Virgil has a bad day and get’s coffee.
Notes: Time travel AU, mental illness, character with depression and anxiety, (but with good coping methods), sort of stalkerish behavior, (not really because he is never attempting to acquire the information to get to Virgil and doesn’t pry into private things, but still watch it if it’s a trigger)
This is set during the story Folds in Paper
Virgil shut his office door behind him and immediately pressed his back into it. He slowly slid down it until he was sitting on the floor. “Breathe Virgil, breathe,” he instructed himself. He started a breathing exercise, and that helped make it feel less like there was concrete in his lungs. He tilted his head back, so it rested against the door. “It’s fine,” he told himself. “You’re okay.” He was starving off a panic attack and felt like a piece of shit, but it would pass.
His shoulders slumped after a few minutes of being alone. He felt… well he didn’t exactly feel good, and he’d probably cry if he had to leave his office anytime in the next three hours, but it was manageable. It was just a bad day. It still had hit him like a truckload of bricks though.
He looked up. His office was always a bit messy, but Virgil honestly didn’t mind. It had a certain charm to it. There were different coats strewn over chairs and knickknacks and artifacts from various centuries were intermingled on different surfaces. He even had a yixing clay tea set that he’d crafted himself in his undergrad anthropology club. It looked ugly as hell and it had taken him so many tries to make a pot that could actually hold water, but lord knew he was proud of the damned thing.
He sighed and reached for the device in his pocket. He resolutely didn’t look at any emails he’d gotten since he’d last checked. They could wait. Instead, he opened the app he’d paid a tech student to make for him years ago. He was always careful to sync his work and personal calendar to it and input any important data missing manually. He clicked the big green button in the center and then confirmed the action with another click.
It felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulder instantly. That button would send out a message to anyone he was supposed to meet today that he wasn’t able to see them and would reschedule sometime tomorrow. It would also ping a similar message back to anyone who emailed him later today and tell the front desk he was not open for walk-ins. There was also a yellow button and a red one. He’d thankfully never felt the need to use the red one and had not used the yellow one in years.
His brain could say what it wanted about Virgil being trash today, but past Virgil was a legit hero.
Responsibilities dealt with for the time being, he closed his eyes and sat for a few minutes until there was a soft knock on the door. Virgil cringed immediately. “Yeah?” he called.
“Coffee was delivered for you Professor Eran,” Benny, the office security said.
Virgil frowned. “I didn’t order coffee,” he said.
“It was addressed to you and it’s paid for,” Benny said.
Still confused, he got to his feet and opened the door. Benny did, in fact, have a cup of coffee from the coffee shop on campus. He handed it to Virgil. Virgil caught sight of the writing on the side when the cup changed hands. It had his name written on it, but it also had a small message under it. ‘Saw you were having a bad day. Hope this helps. (Yes, I bought it through legal means.)-L’
Virgil looked up at Benny. “Thanks,” he said. Benny nodded and turned to walk back to his desk.
This time, Virgil actually walked into his office instead of collapsing next to the door, so that was progress. He made it to his desk and immediately crawled under it, setting the still warm coffee cup out of the way on the floor. He then reached into the bottom drawer of his desk that he kept stocked just for days like today. He pulled out a blanket that he and his best friend in grad school had hand crocheted together for one of their practicums. They’d made two blankets between them, passing it back and forth and each had kept one at the end. He tucked that around his shoulder, immediately being surrounded by the smell of peppermint. The origin of that smell being the second thing he pulled out: peppermint lotion. He also grabbed out one of his many fidget spinners. There were other things in there too. He left them there for now, but kept the drawer open so he could see all of them.
He put on some lotion and curled up into a lump under the blanket. He glanced at the coffee and reached for it, taking a sip. It was black coffee with a splash of milk, and Virgil was immediately relieved that Lo had ordered Virgil something Virgil had mentioned he liked to him. It implied that he actual was respecting Virgil’s privacy like he’d said he would and wasn’t going about searching up things not relevant to what he was doing like Virgil’s coffee orders on the university system like a creep. Of course… he still must have intercepted the messages Virgil’s app had sent out. Virgil could forgive that one though. Lo admitted that he kept an eye on what Virgil was doing because of his connection to the TPI and the sudden barrage of messages would have raised a flag. It made sense that he looked at it. He’d still give him shit for it the next time he talked to him though. Didn’t want him getting too comfortable with the stalking.
Still, it was… nice. It was a little gesture, but it meant a lot on a day like today. He read and re-read the message a couple of times. You know what? What the hell.
He turned and reached into a different desk drawer and pulled out a small device. It was what he used when he needed to video chat with someone not at the university. He’d kept it in the drawer even before Lo hacked the system, because Virgil didn’t like feeling like someone could be watching him at any moment.
Today, though, he stuck it to the side of the desk so it faced him and then turned on the Bluetooth to let it connect to his integrator.
He pulled out his phone and pushed reply on the favorited message chain from “Unknown.” ‘Video chat?-AM’
He got a reply in an instant. ‘Not with my face.-L’
‘k-AM’
The light that indicated his face was being broadcasted turned on a moment later. Virgil stared at it for a moment. “You are going to, like, talk though, right? ‘Cause just watching me is creepy,” he said.
“Yes,” Lo’s voice sounded amused. It crackled oddly over the machine. Virgil wondered where and when he was. “You have already heard my voice, so I am not particularly concerned.”
“Cool,” Virgil said. There was an awkward beat of silence where Virgil didn’t have any idea how to proceed. “Thanks for the coffee by the way. Still a bit creepy, but a nice gesture.”
“I only glanced at the emails,” Lo promised.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re the good guy stalker who sorta kinda respects my privacy.”
“It is a purely professional stalking, I assure you,” Lo said dryly.
Virgil snorted. “So, no naked pictures of me being leaked?”
“I only have access to the university system,” Lo said, “and you don’t even usually have cameras accessible in your office. Do you make a habit of taking your clothing off in non-private rooms at your place of employment?”
“Think my ANT 260 course would pay more attention if I started taking my clothes off in the middle of lecture?”
“I believe they would likely become more distracted,” Lo said. Virgil ignored the fact that there could have been a bit of a flirt to that one.
“I’d also defiantly get fired.”
“Hmm, that as well.”
Virgil smiled and took another sip of his coffee.
“Are you alright?” Lo asked. His voice got a little warmer when he asked, like he actually cared.
“It’s just a bad day,” Virgil sighed. “I’ll be alright in a bit. I know how to handle it.”
“Do they happen a lot?” Lo asked.
Virgil shook his head. “Not anymore. They’re pretty rare actually. I mean, I’m an anxious mess half the time, but that’s not what this is.”
“I see,” he said. There was silence. “Was there a reason?”
“Mmm,” Virgil replied. “Yes and no. I didn’t get enough sleep this week, I was stressed about a meeting that happened this morning, and I messed up during lecture. They’re all things that happen sometimes. I don’t always have bad days because of them.” He shrugged. “Brains are weird.”
“Can I help?” he asked.
Virgil gestured with the coffee in his hands. “You already did.”
“It doesn’t seem adequate.”
Virgil hummed. “Getting physical proof that someone likes me at least a little is good for reminding myself I’m not a total waste of space.”
“You are not a waste of space at all,” he said firmly. It sounded like a fact to Virgil’s ears.
Virgil felt warmth in his chest. It did not quite chase off all of the shadows inside of him right now, but it was still pleasant. He was surprised. He didn’t usually like to talk to people when he felt like this. Usually, their reassurances felt like lies and made him feel worse. There was something different about Lo though. Maybe it was just that he was a truly unbiased party or maybe it was something else.
“Talk to me?” he requested.
“Certainly. Pick a topic.”
“How about… everything about the virus you used to hack the university.”
Lo chuckled a bit. “A different topic,” he said.
“Cheater,” Virgil accused, but then he said, “What do you know about the invention of airplanes?”
It turned out Lo knew a lot about the invention of airplanes.
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Part 4
Folds in Time Universe Master Post
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Day 1
Day 1 of the Caduceus Clay celebration week, folks, so you know what that means: I get to gush about my favorite character. I did warn y’all I would word vomit.
So, what does Caduceus mean to me?
Well.
My brother lives in a separate state and has for several years now. We talked on the phone pretty much every day but we still missed each other a lot. One of the last things he did to me in person was introduce me to D&D. I loved it. It gave me a community away from home and a way to meet new people and form new friendships in new areas. I would tell him all about my weekly game shop adventures, he would tell me about the homebrew campaign he was in online. He also told me about this little show called Critical Role. I, like the dumb oldest sibling I can be, pretty much ignored it, outside letting him talk to me about it and engaging with it secondhand. Then, my brother’s party lost one of their players. They were down to four players and no full casters, just a gunslinger, a barbarian, a monk, and a non-healer warlock. Things started getting dicey. Like, really dicey. He worried with me over how close their fights were getting and how he felt it was only a matter of time until someone legit died and they couldn’t do anything about it. So, I asked, “Well, can you ask them if I could play? You’re looking for someone and we’re looking to try to do something together, it could work out.” Two years later, that campaign is going strong and (thankfully) no one has died yet.
I bring up this context because it matters: I rolled up a level 10 Grave Cleric. I had never played a cleric before but I had wanted to before my game shop sessions fell apart. And here I was, willingly thrown into the deep end of one of the most complex subclasses of one of the most complex classes in the game. And initially, I was not happy with it. Not just because there was a lot to learn but because of sheer mechanics. By rote, I could not keep up with the damage that the rest of my party was doing. At all. My high level spells weren’t doing much more damage than my freaking cantrips and I just felt stuck. I wanted to contribute outside of healing but really just couldn’t. I shared my frustrations with my brother, who, being the little troll he is, said, “Well, you know Critical Role has a Grave Cleric now, right?” So, to start this love fest, Caduceus taught me how to be a better cleric and because of that, I will never be able untangle the character from my relationship with my brother. Even if he died tomorrow or went evil or whatever, I would still be fond of him just for that.
I don’t remember which episode of campaign 2 I first watched all the way through. I know I started paying attention around Fjord’s chicken game and was fully on board with the series by Yasha’s loss in the pit fight. What I do remember is Caduceus. I remember being drawn in by this guy for some reason I still can’t articulate.
Caduceus is a complex character who is difficult to fully understand and love. People have said unkind things about him, about how he is a glorified NPC or that he is boring or that there is just no ‘there’ there or that he should just go home already. I have seen people say that they think Taliesin should go back to the drawing board and come back with a ‘better’ character, one who vibes better with the group or something. And the sad thing is, I can kind of see where these people are coming from. Understanding Caduceus and what Taliesin is doing with him requires people to pay attention to him, to actively think about him both when he is and is not in the spotlight. And that is hard. Because Caduceus is that character who aggressively tries to divert attention from himself. So right away, we have this tension, this push/pull when it comes to engaging with him. And I do love me a challenge in my favorites. Also love the polite but judgmental assholes who have Opinions they would never say but nevertheless own.
For me, Caduceus’ arc has been about duty and desire, what duty means, how to prioritize yourself, and how to grow. Caduceus’ interrogation of identity as it relates to duty and his blossoming as a person fascinate me most. What is your duty, really? What does it mean to find balance in your life? How do you take down the walls you built to protect yourself? Where do you end and where does your duty begin? What does faith look like outside a strictly Western/Christian lens? Can we find ourselves in other people? What does it mean to grow beyond your wildest imagination and the people you love most?
Caduceus begins the show as a passive, apathetic shadow of a man who has cloaked those traits in duty in order to not deal with his feelings. He had basically grown up in a literal paradise on earth where the problems of the world couldn’t reach or affect him. Until they did. Until his family left. Until the Nein crashed into his temple. Caduceus makes the choice to basically leave paradise, at the Wildmother’s urging, sure, and experience the world in all its messy beauty and ugliness. It is nothing like he expected. It is hard, it is cruel, it tries to drown him at every opportunity. It is also good, the animals, the people, the experiences he has. Hearing Marion sing, learning of a lighthouse to the Wildmother (which he does not fully appreciate yet, this light in the dark storm). Caduceus spends his first chunk of episodes waking up, seeing life outside of paradise. I love these early episodes because they demonstrate just how far Caduceus has actually come (can’t imagine this guy buying an overly large pirate hat as a prank or helping the Traveler offload some followers through an elaborate ceremony, for example).
The crux of Caduceus’ midgame story right up until he saves his family is this: You’ve seen the world, young cleric, are you sure you want to continue to save it? You can go home and turn your back on all of this, what makes you stay in this imperfect world with these imperfect people? We see this a lot, in the questions he asks the Gentleman, in his insistence they save Yasha, in his newfound appreciation and companionship in Fjord, in making the Xhorhaus a home, in his dealings with the stone giants, in his determination to help Nott and her family. And this is the part that made me love him because Caduceus doesn’t shy away from these moments or tough questions. Like most of what he does, he contemplates them quietly and lets his actions speak for him. Caduceus allows himself to get involved, to become invested.
Caduceus’ new major arc is his realization that he is not just some vessel, some passive thing through which the Wildmother’s will will flow. No, he learns that he has to make choices, that he can affect change, and that if he wants this messy, beautiful world to get better, he is going to have to do something about it. Not just wait for Her to tell him it is okay. Taking ownership of his future and what that means to him have shaped Caduceus these last thirty or so episodes. Caduceus has blossomed so damn much. He continued with the Nein because he wanted to, and that led to the discovery of the Astral Sea City. (side note: Anyone want to take a gander what would be happening right now if Caduceus hadn’t been with them?) He not only felt his feelings towards the Nein, he began expressing them. From the man who refused to Scry or Send to his family to one who has a friend call up his sister and tell her he will be back, from the man who clung so tightly to his need to be useful to the Nein to one who openly declares how much he loves these people and how reluctant he is to leave them, from a man who wanted to save his home to one who is trying to save the whole damn world, from a man who couldn’t articulate his feelings if you threatened him to one who is trying so hard communicate, from a man who needed saving from his own apathy and grief to one who saves others, this is who Caduceus Clay has become and I for one am excited to see how the next 100 episodes influence him.
Also I cannot end this word vomit without mentioning the fact that Caduceus being aroace and so warm, loving, and caring is so damn important. Because it is; there are too many people out there who think aros/aces are loveless robots or fake or whatever. And having this person, this caregiver, this annoying little brother, this compassionate man, to hold up against that kind of hate, ignorance, and indifference means more than I will ever be able to express.
#caduceus clay#cr caduceus#caduceus#caduceus meta#long post#critical role#critical role meta#caduceus clay week#cr campaign 2#the mighty nein#my meta#it's like fjord said#caduceus inspires me#his arc is there people#he has grown as a person#and i am so dang proud of him
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Ephemera Week (2002)
It’s still ephemera week, and we’re still talking about John K. I said most of my piece on him in the last post, so don’t expect there to go full bore on this one, except I forgot to say he’s animation’s Jerry Lewis. His current stuff is basically Hardly Working. I will not elaborate, because I’m being mean to you0.
MARCH SPECIALS!
In March, Adult Swim advertised a run of one-off specials. A couple of them were already covered because they fell under the parameters of “Adult Swim original production”. They were Welcome to Eltingville (March 3rd) and Saddle Rash (March 24th).
Day in the Life of Ranger Smith | March 10th 2002 - 11:00 PM (Originally aired on Cartoon Network in 1999)
This was one of two specials commissioned by Cartoon Network re-imagining Yogi Bear. The artist what took this assignment was John K, who I REEEAALLY skewered in last night’s post, didn’t I?
This is about Ranger Smith harassing animals and writing them up for violating park rules, basically. It’s short! I remember liking it at the time!
Okay, maybe I’m going crazy here, but I distinctly remembered a part at the end where Ranger Smith is in bed and he solemnly confides in the viewer that the noises of wilderness give him nightmares and then it just ends. Did I imagine this? It does end with him in bed, but this doesn’t happen in the version on YouTube (which is from the Adult Swim airing). Huh.
Boo Boo Runs Wild | March 10th 2002 - 11:15PM (Originally aired on Cartoon Network in 1999)
Boo Boo Runs Wild was another one of these stand-alone Yogi Bear John K specials. This one was 30 minutes long. The Ranger Smith short was a brief 7 minutes; I’m guessing they aired a couple Capt. Lingers or something to fill time.
This one is about Boo Boo reverting to his feral nature and causing BIIIIG problems! This special would later go on to be kind of a weird trolling thing Adult Swim would do where they aired it every Sunday for a few months, even promoting regularly. This was like 2006, I think? They’d also air it as part of April Fools. Is that Adult Swim admitting this special sorta sucks? Does it sorta suck? Again, I liked these at the time and REFUSED to actively rewatch these for this write-up. Sorry.
The Jetsons: Father and Son Day/The Best Son | March 10th, 2002 11:45PM (Originally aired on CartoonNetwork.com in 2001)
Our John K rock block ends with a pair of Jetsons shorts, Father and Son Day and The Best Son respectively. This is kinda the same deal as his Yogi Bear shorts, but these were exclusive for Cartoon Network’s website. I remember watching them on there. They are as bad as you’d expect late-period John K internet shorts to be, though the second short is a superior version of Spielberg’s A.I. (in that it’s shorter).
Night of the Living Doo | March 17th, 2002 - 11:00PM (originally aired on Cartoon Network, 2001)
Night of the Living Doo originally aired as wraparound segments during a Halloween Scooby Doo marathon on Cartoon Network. It’s kinda like an episode of the Scooby Doo Movies, which shoehorned in a guest star each episode. Suddenly my man Dick Van Dyke be running a carnival and shit. That’s the Scooby Doo Movies. At the end of the night they played all the wraparound segments in one uninterrupted sitting, so the viewer could appreciate it as an actual full-on Scooby Doo episode.
Night of the Living Doo functioned both as an extension of that series as well as a parody. The guests were Gary Coleman, David Cross, and the very cool band Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. It was all very self-deprecating and had jokes about the absurdity of Scooby Doo tropes. Well trod territory by this point, sure. But this is better than most irreverent Scooby Doo things. It didn’t hurt that I was a HUGE David Cross fan when this aired.
Is this where I tell the stupid-ass story about getting mad at a message board guy for not liking David Cross? Sure. Okay, yeah. When this aired on Adult Swim a guy on Kon’s (hi Kon) message board posted something about not finding David Cross funny, shrugging that he didn’t get the hype. He cited this and his appearances in the Men in Black movies, and nothing else as proof for his lackluster comedy skills. It’s kinda like deeming Eddie Murphy as a bad comedian after watching Dr. Doolittle.
The point of this special is that David Cross is a little wooden and stilted, like in the old Scooby Doo Movies episodes. This poster revealed that he never heard David Cross’s stand-up or seen Mr. Show, explaining “I don’t watch puppet shows” A response that still baffles me to this day. Why Mr. Show isn’t a-- WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT? I’m not even sure if there was EVER a puppet on Mr. Show*. David wasn’t even a guest on Crank Yankers at this point! SO WHAT THE FUCK? To this day whenever mutual pals from that board get together and watch a movie or show and a puppet appears we make a joke about this guy. Good story? No? Fuck you.
Other stuff about this show: When it originally aired on Cartoon Network it was a little bit longer than the Adult Swim version. There’s a missing scene. I think it’s David trying to play an improv game with a mummy or something. At one point I had it on tape, but I’m not sure I kept it. Sorry.
*sorry to be coy here, but I do know of at least one puppet on Mr. Show, episode 204 there is brief footage of Grass Valley Greg putting on a puppet show for his staff. This CAN’T be the source of the confusion, can it? It’s literally like, 5 seconds.
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This’ll teach me to skip a day cuz this really piled up. Thanks, guys. I love all the attention. It is my favorite thing.
I never really saw oblongs as something for the hot topic set. They had Invader Zim and Squee for that kind of shit. Oblongs feel like it was always directly targeting me: the shut-in comedy nerd who would appreciate will ferrell and the sklars being in a thing. Since they ended up doing the exact same show with Janeane Garofalo and David Cross a few years later it seems like that was the goal.
Yeah, I guess that also makes sense. There were a few elements that were kinda gothy but this show was mostly just Angus Oblong ahem, clowning around (puckering mouth to stifle laughter like Chris Elliott in Cabin Boy)
What are your thoughts on the other adult animation blocks of the past couple decades? Spike's notriously failed attempt. Animation Domination. Apparently Syfy has had their own going?
Spike was irredeemably bad. People think this shit is easy. Animation Domination is sorta legit, but it’s anchored by mostly crap. That ADHD thing was kinda good and underrated. Is that still going on? I wish I were more diligent about watching/recording that. Some of them bumpers were good. Also, we mustn’t forget MTV’s oddities. They were kinda the first cable network to court Adult Animation as their thing. They deserve some kind of credit for that. I’m sure they’re doing fine.
I'm having a nice big thing of spaghetti for dinner with some chicken parm? Jealous?
I’ve never had those are they good
What does Ephemera mean? Why is this happenening? Why aren't you talking about 10 Home Movies episodes in a row like a good boy.
In dude time, my friend. In dude time
What would be your Adult Swim dream come true?
Having a complete archive of Adult Swim blocks on a harddrive like Don Giller has with his Letterman archive. Even the commercials and shit. I know of a guy who was a regular taper of the entire block from night 1 but I’m not sure he kept up with it when they went nightly. I should ask him if he still has his tapes, huh?
That or they bring back the BUILD YOUR OWN DVD thing but with blu-rays and you can make your own bumps, which was a different thing they had. THEY SHOULD COMBINE THEM. And you can master it in SD if you wanna put 10 hours of stuff on a disk.
All this is archival bullshit dork shit. Real answer: Clay Croker comes back from the dead and every block is hosted by Space Ghost. That’d be it, right?
If anyone has genuine/better answers please write in with them I wanna keep this conversation going. ‘kay?
McDonalds reintroduces limited edition Adult Swim Toys. You can get them all (plus an extra to keep wrapped for collectors purposes) but you have to spend 20 dollars at McDonalds to grab them all. This is the last day of the promotion. You have to personally eat everything you buy but you can take it home. You can only buy one of each food item. What are you getting? I know the longer the mailbag message is the quicker you are inclined to give some glib remark but indulge this one for once.
Oh wow. I’m literally going to take this seriously. I’d roll in as breakfast was ending. Get myself a McChicken Biscuit and a Bacon Egg & Cheese McGriddle, hashbrowns and a Coffee. Gobble that knob on down. Wipe my mouth with a napkin.
It’s lunchtime, bitch. Big Mac, Large Fries, BIG ass soda. You feel me, dude? Lemme tally up. Okay, probably need more. 20 piece nugget. Take that home cuz I’m probably gonna have to save some for dinner. That’s probably 20 bucks right there, especially if you go to the McDonalds on Burnside where all the menu items are more expensive because of the amount of security they have to hire (did you know that different McDonalds have different prices even in the same city? I didn’t until very recently).
If this somehow doesn’t satisfy my price point I get a Vanilla shake and eat it anally DURING my BIG D squirt sesh, so it’ll spend as little time in my body as possible.
Wait, do I get something for this? I might do this tomorrow just cuz. It sounds like a funky thing to do
Do you think you'll open an Adult Swim mueseum at some point? You seem to be the only steward of its history.
Unless I’m hired to by a large corporation, probably not. Also I don’t think I actually have much in the way of merch other than DVDs. I stopped being a DVD completist at some point around Freaknick The Musical. Oh, I never EVER bought a Robot Chicken DVD, EVER. I literally had a nightmare once that one appeared in my collection.
Hey! Please keep us abreast any time you put more of your garbage on eBay. Maybe you can put your wedding dress on there, you big girl.
Fucking sexist/trasphobic behavior.
Check out my eBay auctions I got season 18 of NCIS up there and some other things :)
The Ripping Friends blow chunks. I don't care if a rapist or the opposite of a rapist (a virgin who volunteers, lol) made it. It sucks a high hard one like when Ozzy banged the Cheiftan's Wife in that Black Sabbath TV Funhouse cartoon. Tell me more.
Tell you more?
Name one rap song you tolerate lol. You can't say anything by weird al or marky mark.
I guess I like the song the pest sings from the motion picture The Pest
Are there any good podcasts on adult swim?
The official one hosted by Matt Harrigan is good, but I’ve only bounced around on it. I don’t know if there’s any formal recap ones. I simply don’t know!
HE'S GIVING HIGH HARD ONE TO CHEIFTAN'S WIFE? UH OH!
Buddy, you are BANNED for LIFE from my MAIL BAG! You drive me CRAZY!
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of breakable clay [extended author's notes on chapter viii of castles]
oh my god. it’s out. jesus christ.
okay first off, before i dive into anything, i know i’ve already done this in the actual a/n but i would like to wholeheartedly thank @whiffingbooks over on discord for helping me with figuring out the structure of things fic. although i have to admit i did not, at all, do what i told you i would do, talking it out was massively helpful in figuring this one out, so thanks a million. secondly, i would like send all of my most sincere and affectionate thanks to @whizzfizz on here, who mother-of-god basically designed this entire chapter and listened to me rant, and rant, and rant about it for days on end without complaining. i’ll go into a bit more depth later on, but THANK YOU.
now, a few facts on this chapter before i dive further in:
wordcount: 19168. i legit would apologise for this but i promised i wouldn’t so i’m not going to. that’s growing up people. don’t apologise for yourselves haha.
soundtrack: so i’ve never mentioned this but each chapter kind of has a soundtrack? like a song that i listened to on loop while writing this. here, i would basically point you to the entire spotify of a band called barns courtney (there’s one album and a few eps), i basically listened to all of their songs on loop this past month. i feel like they have such a strong gryffindor energy, in the good, the bad and the ugly. this chapter is definitely sort of an ode to gryffindors so their music was a very big inspo. if i had to point you to one song, it would probably be dopamine.
favourite line: ‘I dig my fingernails into the inside of my palms and it feels like the blood that comes out is already boiling.’
what is this chapter about? now, that’s an easy one. survival.
okay, now, spoilers under the cut.
ugh. holy fucking shit. i’m actually at a stage right now where i strongly believe that no one on earth will want to read this because everyone probably hates me right now for the choices that i made, especially after i made you wait almost three months for this shit. i always feel like whatever i’ve put out was the hardest chapter to write so far but this one was really out there in terms of struggles - i’m really sorry it took so long, but here we are.
there are reasons, though. first, as i said in my may round up, i didn’t really start writing this until about a month ago, because a lot of things were happening in my life that i needed to take care of. i took exams (which i passed!!!!), my mum had a health emergency, ireland added france to their mandatory quarantine list (it has been removed as of yesterday thank. fucking. christ) and i started a new job. it was a lot.
anyway, this being said, when i did get to writing this chapter, as mentioned above in the thank-you section, i kind of first struggled with the structure of it. now, you will see this is a recurring theme this time around but for this, my instincts were telling me one thing, and my brain was saying something else.
basically, what came first here wasn’t the actual content of ginny’s letters (more on that, obviously, in a minute) but the ‘mood’ i wanted for the chapter. i wanted to recreate, both for harry and for the reader, this sort of idea of being completely immersed in a book or a story. like, you know the kind of mood where reality just kind of blends out, where you start reading something and just. cannot. stop. i don’t think he’s much a reader (at least not canonically) and so i wanted this to take him by surprise, for her to take over his life with her words. i explained in the previous a/n [link] i chose to have ginny’s war be told through letters (basically, i thought it would be the best way to narratively tell her story), and i really wanted harry to experience what she’d lived through almost first hand.
now, interestingly, my idea for how to do this originally was to have the letters sort of be interwoven into the events of 1999, throughout the next couple of chapters (meaning this one and chapter nine). i had this idea in my head of him living through ‘real life’ things but not being able to take his mind off her letters, with the letters also sort of echoing the events that were happening in 99, etc. having the two plot lines develop at once and meet in the middle, kind of.
and i tried to write that. for a long time. spoiler alert, it didn’t work. i think the reason is that every time i sat down with it, i felt like i was doing a disservice to both stories. i mean: 97/98 is important, but 99 also is, you know? and by taking the narrative in and out all the time, it was like you couldn’t concentrate on one thing. it was just very messy and didn’t have the intensity i was originally aiming for because it kept being dragged out of whatever was the main action at the time. i wanted harry to get sucked into the narrative, for her letters to take over his life, but in the end, the impression i just got was that the whole thing was confusing af. instead of deeply caring about both, i couldn’t bring myself to care either for ginny’s story, or for his.
also, i just kept hitting a wall: a wall called harry. basically, i knew that the next two chapters (i.e. eight and nine) would stretch from january 99 to june 99. and for the love of god, no matter how many times i turned it around in my head, there was - to me - no way that harry as we know him would just pace himself to read her letters throughout all those months. like, harry fucking potter isn’t the kind of guy who ‘paces’ himself. he’s the kind of guy who doesn’t sleep for a week to get through it all, you know? this is everything that he’s wanted to know since last may, he’s been desperately looking for answers up to this point, there is absolutely not way in hell that he’d wait it out nicely until june. it felt ooc to have him read the letters over a few months. and i just kept hitting that wall over and over. i considered, at one point, building him reading the letters into flashbacks but flashbacks of flashbacks were, again, quite messy, and i don’t think her letters would ever be something he’d volunteer to re-read, so. clearly, it wasn’t working.
then, i think on a random sunday a few weeks ago, i just went back to the drawing board and was like: okay, say we just write all of the letters and go from there, what would happen? by the end of the day, i’d written 12,000 words and that was that, really.
now, the second difficulty, once i’d decided that was…. what you all probably want me to talk about.
i know this is probably not what you want to hear but: i didn’t really plan this? like, i understand that a lot of people have sort of a headcanon about what happened to ginny in that year in hogwarts but i … don’t. like, as planned as this fic is (which it is, i know where i’m going, i promise) that was always a bit of a blank-space-tbd in my head. i think that this story, as hinny as it is, is mostly about harry. and while i knew what i wanted for harry from her telling her story (for him to get sucked in, for him to realise that his war wasn’t the only war in the world ‘cause he’s been bloody self-centered so far, for him to realise that his plan to protect her didn’t exactly work because it didn’t cater for who she is, etc.), i wasn’t really sure what that story was. i mean, i knew it was going to be bad and traumatic, obviously, but i didn’t know what would happen. and still, to me, what i wrote is a version of that year. it’s not really my headcanon (i still don’t really have one), and i definitely accept other versions, if that makes sense.
this being said, i obviously had thought about it a little. i remember writing chapter one with that line: ‘They have sex for the first time, that day – his first time and it feels like hers, too, but he wouldn’t dare ask, not anymore, anyways’ and thinking i wanted to leave the door open. to me, it was a door completely open: it could have indeed been her first time, or she could have seen someone else (consensually) during that year, or she could have been assaulted. i honestly didn’t know but yeah, that was always a possibility in the back of my head.
then, to tell you the truth, when i wrote the first version of this chapter (the 12,000 words i mentioned earlier), it wasn’t there. i sat down and decided that i wasn’t going to go there. firstly, because, while you probably don’t know this, i’ve written about sexual assault before. my previous long fic, children, in another fandom, dealt (in part) with that. and i didn’t want to be the-fic-writer-who-writes-about-sexual-assault. especially because trust me, there are people who are a lot more legitimate to talk about this than i am. i also didn’t feel like it was necessary to the story, i could do without it and still explain ginny’s early behaviour in the fic, explain her trauma, and have harry realise the things i talked about before. secondly, i’ll be honest: i know this isn’t what people in this fandom want to read. the hinny pairing is mostly about love and fluff (which i love, btw, don’t get me wrong) and i was like, ugh, i don’t want to face the angry comments. i’m writing this a/n the morning before posting so i admittedly don’t know what the reaction will be but i do anticipate a lot of annoyance with me. i knew that a lot of people wouldn’t like it if i went there, and it was just easier not to.
but then, as i started editing, there was a comment (and this, ladies and gentlemen, is a testament to how much your comments fucking matter, okay?). a comment that i remembered reading on the previous chapter and could not get out of my head, no matter how much i tried. well, hello, @whizzfizz. i’ll happily give credit where credit is due. it read:
This made me think of something you mentioned earlier in the fic (possibly Ch1) about Harry not being sure if he was Ginny’s first but that it felt like it. I wonder if this is something that is going to come up in her letters to him.
and, so, it turned. around and around in my head, and i couldn’t get it out. and i kept saying to myself: no, you’re not going there. no, you’re not going there. and then, one night, i caved. i was like, fuck, i need to know if this person really meant what i think they meant by this. and so we talked. a lot. and, i did a lot of thinking. about women. about wars. about violence against women as a an inevitable weapon of war. about ginny being harry’s girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend (more on that later), and what that would have meant in their world. and @whizzfizz, you said something that in the end really sold me. you said: ‘at this point, i don’t think it would be realistic for it not to have happened.’ and, that was that, really.
because i was right, initially. amycus/ginny (ugh, the idea of a pairing makes me throw up in my mouth a little but yeah, there it is) isn’t necessary to the story. but i believe it to be necessary to what this story is trying to show. the plot held well without it, no questions asked. 12,000 words of the da and their battles, of ginny’s rebellions. it was fine. but i think i wanted more than fine. to me (and i appreciate how fucking pretentious that is, please slap me in the face *eyeroll*), castles is more than its plot. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: this is about what is behind ‘all was well.’ it’s about trying to paint a realistic picture of their lives. and that includes the war. and realistically, as far as i’m concerned, knowing how humans fight their wars, knowing our history and the history of violence against women construed as a weapon in literally every conflict there ever was, there is no way that this didn’t happen. ginny says it herself: for us girls, it’s just the way wars are fought.
so, i did go there. and the whole fandom probably hates me for going there, but i sort of stand by it, i have to say. to be honest, on a sort of subconscious level, i kind of wonder: didn’t i always know i was going to go there? like, this fits perfectly into the plot to the point that i think it was probably in my head for much longer than i care to admit. now, i’m so, fucking excited to write next chapter because i finally get to write happy things, and hinny getting back together on rock solid foundations of openness and sharing, and trust, and i’m so, so glad. there are a couple of scenes in the next chapter that i’ve been working towards for months and i’m so, bloody excited to write them. everyone might hate me and i might just be writing this fic for myself now (lol), but again, i stand by the decisions i took. to me, it fits.
phew. okay, now that huge thing is out of the way and explained, here are a few more jumbled thoughts:
the more i think about it, the more i think that my reason for not wanting to be the-fic-writer-who-writes-about-sexual-assault is a bit ridic. children and castles, in that way, are so, so different. like, i appreciate the overlap between the silk fandom and the hp fandom is probably ridiculously small but if you’ve read both stories, they’re obviously very different. one thing that both stories centre on, though, is consent. and to me, that’s probably the most interesting element of ginny/amycus, and the most interesting element of writing characters within a restrictive pov, rather than an omniscient one. like, do i think ginny/amycus is rape? yes. 100%. do i think that ginny thinks it’s rape? that is a much more interesting question.
she says it a number of times but i think to her, this is all about control. i think that because of what happened to her with tom, she’s someone who is terrified of losing control of her mind and of her own agency. so as not to lose that, she’s willing to do whatever it takes. it is a ‘you can control my body, but not my thoughts,’ sort of narrative. and, she never says it outright because i think psychologically she’s just not there yet, but tom is everywhere in these letters. and as her world just spirals out, she hangs onto the very few things that she can control: her relationship to harry, and her willingness to do what it takes for them to survive. she initiates the ‘relationship’ with amycus in an attempt to control her fate. later, as she explains to harry she feels a lot of guilt over what she did, and like a lot of sexual assault survivors, she thinks it was her responsibility. because i’m in harry’s head most of the time for this fic, i’m not sure i’ll ever really get to discuss that at length, but it’s definitely something that i wanted to show.
another interesting question is: does harry think it’s rape? i think at that point in the fic, he doesn’t have the education, nor the vocabulary for that. i think instinctively (because he is someone who is very instinctive), he doesn’t blame her. if he blames anyone, it’s probably himself. he understands the necessity to do what you have to do to survive and thinks that no, no matter what she claims, that was not consented. that’s kind of what comes out in his annoyingly inarticulate letter to her at the end. beyond that, though, i think he’s a bit lost, just like she is.
on a mildly related note, there is something that i've been seeing a lot in the comments and that i feel like i should maybe address? namely: harry's reaction to ginny dating other people. i assume similar comments will be made about his reaction to ginny/alecto (meaning that he still decides to write to her, at the end of the chapter). i've seen a lot of people observe that he's much more 'chill' about it in castles than in canon. fair point but is he, though? like, he isn't happy about it in castles. and he's jealous as well. but he was never entitled in canon. he was jealous, yes, the chest monster and all that, but he never really did anything about it, and never really impeded on her right to see other people. now, this being said, i agree that in sixth year he might have thrown a tantrum, had she done what she did in castles, but that was sixth year. it was before the war. before he lost half a dozen people. before he had to adult bloody fucking quickly.
this being said, i do think castles-Harry is more 'subdued,' i suppose, than canon harry. this is a choice i made early on, which to me is related to the fact that he kind of lost his 'voice' during the war. i mean, it took him six months of people talking shit behind his back to do a press interview to defend himself. i think with ginny, it's a lot of the same. he's a boy who blames himself a lot, and generally doesn't particularly think he deserves the people in his life. to me it's an evolution of his character within the the world of castles. i'm happy to agree to disagree on it, but to me it makes sense within the character evolution and the way the fic's gone, so to speak. now, obviously, he'll grow out of that in due course, but we're not quite there yet.
regarding their relationship, now, i have to say: one headcanon that i did have for this was her not outright telling everyone they’d broken up. i’m sorry, that plan was shit. i just don’t buy for a second that she would willingly have gone ahead with it, and i don’t buy for a second that tom wouldn’t have used her had he known they’d been together, ex girlfriend or not. plus, i think she needed something to hand onto, and that was her relationship with him. her letters. the belief that they would be together again. without it, i don’t think she’d have survived. and i think that summer after the war, they were totally on the same page, for different reasons. both of them kind of saw their relationship as the one thing that kept them afloat, the one good thing they had, partly also because they’d idealised it for so long. she says it as some point, it wasn’t a relationship, it was a lifeline (another sentence i came up with as a response to a comment, lol) and while that is toxic and was meant to crumble at some point, it was necessary for them, both during the war, and in the early days after it. i think her last letter to him is painstakingly correct on that one.
regarding canon, i know i’m bending a couple of things here, which i just wanted to quickly acknowledge: 1) i know jkr has said it’s teddy remus lupin. i just can’t believe, for a moment, that someone who hated himself as much as lupin did, canonically, would name his son after himself. naming his son after his best mate who died to young to become problematic though? i totally see it. so yeah, creative licence, it’s teddy james lupin in this house, lol. 2) when they meet neville in dh, he kind of hints that they’ve only just started to use the room of requirement a couple weeks ago. the text however, only says they’ve only been staying in it full time a couple of weeks ago. i needed them to have somewhere where to meet with the da and stuff, so i bent that a bit. it’s not strictly canon, but it’s also not not canon, if that makes sense.
on seamus blowing things up and talking about eight hundred years of oppression? full disclaimer, while i am french, i have been living in ireland for long enough to become eligible for citizenship in less than six months (yay!). i know some people have said that seamus is a bit of a cliche in the books/films and all (the only irish character keen on blowing things up, haha *eyeroll*), but i actually kind of love it? like, the whole thing about the cranberries and zombie at the start of the fic has been in my head for much longer than i care to admit. i love the idea that there’s this whole muggle war going on at the exact same time that no one ever talks about and actually, i find the idea of wizarding ireland v. muggle ireland and the whole political structure fascinating. like, is wizarding ireland an independent state? what’s the story there? i have a whole seamus fic in my head, partially on this topic, that i might or might not write one day.
lastly, i know this may sound a bit weird but i need to say it: once i’d figured out what and how i was writing it, i bloody loved writing this chapter. first stylistically, i really wanted to mimic the style of how i’d written the magazine article in chapter 5 (i.e. not writing out the whole thing but writing out in text the excerpts that harry focused on) and i love how that turned out. i think it was a good way to balance her words and his, kind of merging them into one, big narrative. second, as a writer, it was so fucking interesting to write someone who knows how to write, which believe it or not i’d never done before. additionally, i loved the challenge of editing this because it was like: i’ve got to edit this, but not too much? i was very careful about modifying and polishing too much of ginny’s speech in the letters because i obviously wanted it to sound like someone who was just writing as the words came to her, without polishing the words, the punctuation, etc. like i usually would. i wanted her to have quirks (she says ‘you know?’ a lot) and i played with her capitalisation and punctuation a bit too. i know these aren’t necessarily noticeable details but it was definitely something that i thought about and that was very fun and interesting to write, as a format.
wow, okay. this was LONG but i think i have everything i wanted to say. if you’ve read all of this (whyyyyy?), thanks so much for sticking around. if you’ve got any questions, anything i didn’t address, do let me know, anon or not, my ask box is open. now, i would love to say i’m going to chill or something, but the truth is that i have to a) actually do a last read through of the fic, lol and b) put it out. this is what i get for writing the a/n before finishing the damn thing, i guess. i’ll rest tomorrow, lol.
lastly, in terms of next chapter, realistically, i’d say eight to ten weeks. i have a full time job now and also, writing this was fucking exhausting and i need to take time out for a bit before coming back to it with a fresh mind. i will be writing other stuff though, i promise. i have a couple of prompts to get to (thanks!!!) and a couple of other ideas so i will probably be posting in the meantime, just not castles.
lots of love,
p.
#castles#extended an#writing#fic#its out#holy shit#byyyyyye#I have not proofread this so we die like men eh
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