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spacecowboyhotch · 9 months

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summary: sometimes the meddling of old men pays off.

pairing: f!reader x jake lockley

contents: pinning, internal angst, an old man meddling, fluff

wc: 1.8k

AN: before i even finished this, i felt like it deserved a part two so…be on the lookout! & thank you @juneknight for helping me figure this outtttt <333

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There’s a lot that Jake hates— frogs, black olives, the Chicago Cubs. But most of all, he hates having habitual customers. Familiarity with others is nothing he craves. There’s this false sense of intimacy that comes with making small talk and knowing another’s routine. It’s uncomfortable, it makes his skin crawl. He’s content with going unseen beyond his ability to taxi someone from point A to point B. At least, he doesn’t allow himself to think so.

Until he met old man Fletcher.

More accurately until he met her. If he’s being technical, he hasn’t met her yet, hasn’t even spoken a word to her. He doesn’t even know her name. She’s the woman at the farmer’s market that Jake takes Fletcher to every Saturday morning. He’s never been more grateful for a smug old man and his routine.

“Fancy meeting you here again. And you’re on time,” The old man quips, looking down at his watch in feigned disbelief.

Jake gives Fletcher an exasperated look as he opens the passenger door, “I’m never late.”

Every Saturday Jake arrives at the old man’s apartment at 8 a.m. on the dot, not a moment sooner, nor a moment later. He helps the frail man into the back of his cab, and plays the oldies station that ensures neither of them will talk– instead they’ll hum along. It's something Jake doesn’t like to admit he enjoys— if anyone were to ask it is just Saturday. There is no fluttering heartbeat, no rehearsal of things to say if she dares speak to him, no fondness growing for the old man. He’s doing his job. That’s all.

The first time he ever saw her, his heart seemed to stop and then pick up, going so fast he thought it’d give out.

Dressed in overalls, her hair up and out of her face, her skin looking so soft even from a distance. She sets up her stall with ease, telling him that this is something she does often. This is her livelihood, he thought to himself. How solitary that must be, tending and keeping bees and flowers. Unless she has someone to help— a partner perhaps. Jake didn’t let himself think much further about that, he let himself get lost in the small probability of possibility.

Jake could see her kindness. It seemed as if everyone at the market stopped at her stall, even after she sold out of things. With bright eyes and animated hands, she spoke to everyone as if they were the most important person in the world. He couldn’t help but wonder if she would extend him the same courtesy.

The following Saturday, Jake woke early, staring at his work phone hoping that it would ring. That hope took root in him, blooming bigger each and every Saturday. Old man Fletcher called him like clockwork, until one morning he suggested he and Jake plan on this visit every Saturday. No, Jake didn’t like habitual customers but at that suggestion, he simply nodded, his mouth quirking up in one corner.

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Today, like any other Saturday, he’s parked at Fletcher’s house. He takes the shortest route— a left onto Wicker, a right onto Olive and after the annoyingly long wait at a red light on Slater he’s pulling into the park’s lot.

When they arrive at the park, he parks his cab in the same spot under the largest oak tree in the park with the perfect view; her. He removes his jacket and cap before coming to sit on the hood of his car, trying to look busy and unnoticeable. In reality, for the first time in a long time, Jake just wants to be seen.

He wants to be seen by her.

Time stretches and squeezes in the most cruel way; the weekdays creep by slowly and when Saturday comes it flies, as if her presence is like some twisted time warp.

He knows that she must smell sweet— she sells candles and honey and flowers, she must always be bathed in their nectar. He has some idea since Fletcher has started to buy things from her— a jar of honey, beeswax candles, a bouquet or two. Whenever he helps the old man with his bags, he can’t help but inhale the soft scent of the things he’s bought.

Like most days, it’s a bouquet of daisies. Jake wonders if they’re her favorite flowers and that’s why she almost always has them.

As he helps Fletcher load his bags into the truck of the cab when the old man says, “You have to talk to her, y’know.”

He raises a brow at the older man, “What?”

Fletcher nods his head towards the stands, “The honey girl. If you wanna take her out you have to talk to her.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Really? She’s asked about you.”

“About me,” He repeats, turning the idea over and over in his head. “What did she say?”

“I thought you didn’t wanna take her out?” Fletcher asks, and Jake narrows his eyes at him, waiting for him to answer the question. “Alright, alright, settle down. She just asked your name, if you were my grandson or something.”

“What’d you tell her?”

“That you’re a nice young man that’s kind enough to bring me here every week. You’re welcome.”

“I didn’t ask for you to do me any favors.”

“You didn’t have to.”

On the drive home, all he can think about is how she knows his name. How he doesn’t know hers. How if he sticks to his plan he’ll never know it. That is something he’ll live with. Or so he thought.

She has other plans.

It’s the next Saturday and he’s sat on his cab as always when she starts to make her way through the crowd and across the field. Jake can’t help but look around, wondering if she’s walking to her car to fetch something or someone she knows has just arrived. But then she stops in front of him, fidgeting with the frilly strap of her sundress.

He watches with confusion— and amusement— as she squares her shoulders, taking a deep breath in before leading with a simple, “Hi.”

“Hi?” He says, mouth set into his habitual frown.

“You’re Jake.”

“I am?”

Her eyes widen with worry, almost comically so, and he can’t help but think about how precious she looks.

“Did Fletcher give me a fake name?” She asks worriedly, her eyes narrowing as she glances back towards the crowd to look for him.

“No, no. I’m Jake,” His face softens just a fraction, arms crossing against his chest.

She tells him her name and it fits, another piece of her falling into place. He isn’t sure why he hadn’t guessed it— it’s in her smile, the brightness of her eyes. He repeats it quietly, likes the way it sits on his tongue.

“Fletcher says you don’t like leaving your cab unattended or you’d walk around.”

His cab is his most important possession, not only his livelihood but also an object he holds near and dear— something that will never be able to judge him no matter what he does. The thought of something happening to his cab makes his blood boil and his heart sink into his stomach. But there’s more to it; walking around means more socialization than he already endures.

“I’m not…good with people.”

“So you decided to be a cab driver?”

He opens his mouth for some rebuttal but instead he chuckles at her teasing. When was the last time he laughed?

“Being good with people is difficult— tiring,” She admits softly.

His brow knits together, “You seem to do it just fine.”

“I sell things for my livelihood, there’s not much of a choice in it. But, I do enjoy people, they’re…fascinating. So unique. May I?” She points to the spot beside him.

Jake nods, and she comes to lean against his cab beside him. Though she keeps a respectful amount of distance, her delicate scent envelopes him and it’s sweeter than he could ever imagine.

“So you like driving?” She asks, glancing over at him.

Jake does like driving, it helps with that restless feeling inside of him. Being on the go, moving here and there, new scenery, new distractions, it quiets some of the noise. It gives him some control.

“Yes, it’s…relaxing.”

“Relaxing? It drives me insane. Everyone here drives like they’re in a high-speed chase after robbing a bank, there’s no regard for human life,” She huffs, her hands gesturing haphazardly as she vents.

His eyebrows raise in surprise at her strong feelings about driving, and her wild hand gestures pull a chuckle from his throat. “You can’t beat them, you have to join them.”

“I would rather avoid them altogether,” She grumbles, huffing again and he presses his lips together to keep himself from laughing again. “But, I didn’t come over here to complain about the driving culture of our city.”

“No?”

“No,” She says, laughing softly. “I know you’re very fond of your cab here, but usually after we close up, I go for a walk through this park.”

“A walk?”

“Yes, and I was wondering if you’d like to join me?”

“You want me to…go with you? On your walk?”

“Yes. You ask a lot of questions.”

“I— well I have to drive Mr. Fletcher home.”

“I can wait.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll be just over there at my car,” She points to an old blue truck, it’s rusty and clearly on its last leg.

He’ll have to go on this walk with her now, even if it’s just to convince her to get rid of that goddamn death trap. The thought of her behind the wheel of that truck makes him shudder. He’ll offer to drive her anywhere she needs to go if it means she won't ever have to drive it again.

“Alright,” He says nervously, but the tightness in his chest dissipates slightly at the sight of her triumphant smile.

She leans over, bumping his elbow with her own, “Cool, I’ll see you then.”

“See you then,” He murmurs too softly for her to hear as he watches her stroll back to her stand.

When Fletcher makes it back to Jake’s cab, he wastes no time.

“I told you all you had to do was talk to her,” He says knowingly, slipping into the backseat.

Jake doesn't respond to the old man as he continues to load his bags into the truck with haste, but his mouth twitches, eyes drifting over to where she's back up her stand. She waves, and Jake waves back, head buzzing with the sweetness of her.

Yes, he supposes the old man was right.

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babelovesjosephine · 4 months

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Babe oh Babe, it's healthy throw away the squalchy, my thoughts are Australian shorts, these Shorts and I've taught, brilliance comes in Threes can't see around here for tree's so see ya later, I'm on a date with Kevy Slater.

#Emily Feld

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calliesadeckis · 6 months

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character's i write for

welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for

requests: temporarily closed

main masterlist

yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)

dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)

fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)

teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)

scream (sam carpenter, tara carpenter, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, wes hicks, quinn bailey)

miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), kit walker (american horror story), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), any of hailee steinfeld's characters tbh, jeremiah fisher (the summer i turned pretty), roronoa zoro (one piece live action)

another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)

i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers

and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)

#yellowjackets x reader #titans x reader #dc titans x reader #fear street x reader #teen wolf x reader #scream x reader #lottie matthews x reader #dick grayson x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #jason todd x reader #isaac lahey x reader #sam carpenter x reader #jackie taylor x reader #tara carpenter x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #jaiden writes things

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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year

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➪the one where it’s time for nick to sacrifice another resident of shadyside, but calls his old flame instead. (request, altered slightly)

First time writing 1994 Nick <3 (I find both versions fine, btw)

Warnings: Fear Street related topics, mentions of the devil, mentions of death, character death, blood, Tommy Slater has an ax (enough said), rituals, swearing, time jump, flashbacks, descriptions of blood, murder, kissing, Nick isn’t evil

Word Count: 3.5k

1978

Nick nearly tripped over the many large rocks that littered the ground of the woods, the flashlight he gripped tightly doing very little to light his way. He balanced himself quickly before resuming his fast pace.

He hadn’t seen you in quite some time and it was slowly driving him insane. He had no idea where you were or if you were okay, and the thought of something terrible happening to you had his hands shaking and his heart racing.

Why hadn’t he made sure you were somewhere safe before he made the sacrifice?

He fucked up, he knew that.

He wasn’t thinking clearly.

He just said the first name that came to mind.

And worst of all, he couldn’t fucking find you.

The cave was dark, even with the many candles he lit.

Endless thoughts ran through his head, guilt, worry and fear beginning to take over his body.

What if he forgets what to say? What if he picks a bad sacrifice? What if-

“Thomas Slater,”

Fuck.

Well…

It was done.

He hadn��t meant to say Tommy’s name. He actually liked the boy quite a bit and had no intention of picking him to be the sacrifice, but his name just slipped out.

Before he blew out the candle, he quickly checked to see if it worked. When he saw the newly carved name in the stone, he knew he had succeeded and he had officially carried on the family legacy.

“Fuck,” he muttered, blowing out the candle and running up the stairs to find you as fast as he could.

What did he do?

“Y/n!” He called out for what felt like the hundredth time. It had been a while since he saw Kurt take the bus full of kids and drive as far away as he could from the camp. He knew you weren’t on it. “Where the fuck are you?!”

Man, he fucked up.

If anything were to happen to you, he knew he would never forgive himself. This was completely and entirely his doing and the amount of blood that was on his hands was endless.

He could only hope that your blood wouldn’t join the many campers’.

Just as he opened his mouth to call out to you again, movement up ahead caught his attention. “Y/n?” In the clearing, leaning against the rather large tree, was you. Your chest was rising and falling quickly, as if you had been running, and your head was bleeding. But you were alive. “Y/n!”

At the sound of your name, you shot up from the tree, your eyes scanning everywhere in the direction of where the voice came from. Your eyes meet Nick’s and tears involuntarily form in them, a broken smile forming on your lips. “Nick,” you call back as he lets out a relieved sigh, closing his eyes as an attempt to calm himself down.

You were okay.

Neither of you saw Tommy creep out from behind the tree, his hands swinging the ax up, until it was too late. Nick opened his eyes just as the ax swung down, his hand letting go of the flashlight. “Y/n!”

You turned around and your chest was immediately pierced with the ax. Your mouth opened in shock, blood quickly beginning to pool on your tongue. Nick screamed from behind you, but you couldn’t focus on anything as you fell back due to the force of Tommy’s kick he gave to your abdomen, pulling the ax from your chest in the process.

Nick felt like he couldn’t run fast enough, despite his legs moving the second he saw Tommy. He watched in horror as Tommy raised his arms above his head once more, burying the ax into your chest again, this time even deeper.

Your eyes closed as your chest was impaled for the third time, blood pouring from your mouth and staining your lips.

Tommy was about to go for his fourth swing when Nick finally reached you, his eyes frantically searching for something to use as a weapon. He reached for a broken branch, not noticing how heavy it actually was as he used both hands to swing it up from its spot on the ground. It makes contact with Tommy’s head and he drops the ax as he stumbles over himself.

Nick grabbed it, kicking Tommy’s leg to knock him to the ground before he swung the ax down and into his face. The force of it split the bag, and most likely his head, in half.

Tommy stopped moving almost instantly, his body going limp and matching yours.

Nick threw the ax a few feet away and was at your side within seconds. His hands cradled your face as if you were the most fragile thing in the world, his eyes looking down at the three ax wounds that scarred your chest. “Y/n,” he said, his thumbs wiping away the blood that smeared your chin. When you didn’t answer him, or even move an inch for that matter, Nick felt his heart drop. “No, Y/n.”

He moved one hand to your neck, his fingers hopelessly feeling for a heartbeat that wasn’t there.

“No, no, not you. Not like this,” he said, his eyes tearing up as he moved his hands to your blood covered chest. He had never done this before, but he needed to act fast before your body shut down completely. “Come on, come back.”

He applied quick bursts of pressure to your chest, ignoring how your once white tank top was now stained dark red, before he moved his hands to your face. He used one hand to tilt your head up while keeping your mouth open and the other to cover your nose as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, blowing air into your mouth.

“Come on!” He yelled desperately, resuming the compressions to your chest. Why wasn’t it working? He could feel the adrenaline seeping into him as he leaned back down to blow air into your mouth again. “I’m so sorry. Please. Come back to me.”

His hands were shaking as they returned to your chest for the third time, his ability to apply enough pressure faltering as the seconds passed. He felt his hope draining and his hands stopped the compressions as his head leans down to rest his forehead against yours.

Just as he gave up, he felt your chest press up against his hands and your mouth opened. You cough, blood spitting out onto Nick’s face as he quickly pulls back. His hands hold onto your face, careful not to move you too much or touch the wound on your head, as raspy breaths escape you.

You can’t bring yourself to do anything, let alone wrap your arms around the boy above you like you so desperately wanted to. “You’re okay,” Nick mumbles, leaning down to kiss your forehead before brushing your hair out of your face. He grabs your bloody hand in his and brings it to his chest. “You’re okay.”

1994

It was time again.

What more could he want?

He lived in a huge house, had the best job in town, and had everyone in Sunnyvale kneeling at his every need. But he didn’t associate with any of them, nor did he involve himself in any relationship.

How much power can one bloodline hold?

He didn’t want to do this anymore, but he was a family man. His father, his father’s father and so on had been continuing this ritual for centuries, how could he ruin it just because he was feeling guilty?

His leg bounces uncontrollably, his elbows resting on his knees as his laced hands press against his mouth.

There was no choice. He had done the sacrifice willingly for the first time back in ‘78. He had to do it.

Or did he?

He shot up from his place on the couch, striding over to the nearest phone.

He dials the familiar number, one he had dialed countless of times over the years, and brings the phone to his ear. His eyes squeeze close as he waits for the call to go through, his breath hitching when a voice answers.

“Hello?”

He froze, his face heating up and his eyes shooting open.

The person waits a few seconds and when they hear nothing, Nick once again hears, “Hello?”

It sounded more impatient this time.

“Hi,”

The person goes silent for a few seconds before speaking again. “Nick…is that you?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “It’s me.”

The knocks on the door were hesitant, he could tell.

Nick opened the door, revealing his summer love. The only girl who ever had a hold on his heart and continued to for nearly two decades.

He stepped aside, allowing you to enter his house for the first time ever. You stepped into the entryway, fiddling with your fingers as your eyes stayed glued to the floor.

You looked even more beautiful than he remembered, but you were 16 years younger at the time. Guilt filled him at the fact that he never went to go see you in person after that night. He didn’t even visit you in the hospital.

He wanted to, but he felt like he didn’t deserve to see you after what happened. He was to blame for it all and he knew he would feel worse about everything the second he saw you again.

That was proved by your appearance now.

Nick didn’t know what to say as you stood a few feet away from each other. “Thanks for coming,” he finally said after standing in the awkward silence for a few more seconds.

“Of course,” you say back, forcing out a small smile.

“It’s good to see you,” Nick says, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck. “It’s been a long time.”

You nod, looking down at your hands. “I guess we’re both to blame for that,”

“I guess so,”

You hadn’t seen Nick since the night he saved your life all those years ago. It had been sixteen full years since you last saw him and the reality of it all had you feeling light headed. He looked good. Very different from the last time you saw him in person, but good nonetheless. Seeing him on your small TV screen didn’t compare to the real thing at all. He was more matured, his features showing how much he had gone through since becoming a cop.

You talked every once in a while, mainly him calling to check up on you, but he hadn’t called in a few years at this point. You had just assumed that he had grown tired of hearing your life updates and stopped reaching out to you.

The tense silence returned as you shifted your weight between your two legs, looking anywhere but at him.

Fuck it.

“It’s going to happen again,”

You looked over at him quickly, confusion lacing your features. Shaking your head, you ask, “What is?”

Nick sighed heavily, looking at the ground. He couldn’t look you in the eyes when he told you all that he’s done. “What happened at Nightwing….” He trailed off. “It’s going to happen again.”

You shake your head again, confused beyond words at this point. “How do you know that?”

“Because I’m the one who did it,”

It went completely silent as Nick finally gathered the strength to look at you.

You still looked confused, but he could see you slowly start to put the pieces together. “What do you mean you’re the one who did it?”

He didn’t answer you. How could he? He had just confessed to being the one responsible for all the deaths that occurred at Nightwing, including yours. Granted, he brought you back, but even that was because of the ritual.

And somehow, you knew that. “I was hacked into with an ax..” You trailed off, trying to make him meet your eyes. “And you brought me back. How did you bring me back?”

“With CPR,” Nick answered. It was true, but it was also completely irrational.

“Don’t lie,” you nearly whisper. “Not to me. How did you bring me back?”

Nick felt his heart falter slightly at the look you gave him, sighing deeply before he told you, “By sacrificing Tommy’s soul to the devil,”

That was the quickest way to put it, and the quickest way for you to understand, Nick found out, as he watched your eyes widened before they filled with tears. You stared at him, shock and fear all over your face as you took a step back. “What do you mean by ‘sacrificing Tommy’s soul to the’-...to the..” You couldn’t bring yourself to repeat his words and look away from him. “Who are you?”

Even though you mainly asked that question to yourself and not to Nick, he still reached out to you. “It’s me, it’s Nick,” when his hand touched yours, you pulled back quickly, making his heart hurt for a second. “The one who saved your life all those years back.”

“By sacrificing someone else’s,” your voice was steadily rising and you were surprised at how much you believed his words, despite how crazy they sounded. It made sense, now that you thought of it. There was no way Tommy just snapped and decided to go on a killing spree, and there was no way Nick brought you back when your chest had three massive slashes in it with just CPR.

“I didn’t want to,” Nick mumbled, giving you the space you clearly needed. “I didn’t mean to say his name, I just panicked. Tommy was a good person and he didn’t deserve what happened to him.”

You shake your head, your anger dissolving as the sadness crept in. “Why?” You hesitantly asked. “How, why-…how?”

“I’ll tell you everything,” Nick said. “Just please, don’t leave me right now.”

Nick saw your conflicted expression before you sighed and followed him into the living room, sitting on the chair across from where he sat on the couch.

Nick told you everything, from start to finish. And what scared him was that you didn’t interrupt him once, nor did you say anything after he was done. You just sat there, your hands covering your mouth and elbows pressed to your knees, matching his position from before.

You couldn’t look at him as you took in all the things he had just told you.

This had to be a dream right? No, this had to be a nightmare, right?

How could the guy you fell for when you were a teen be a Satanist? How could you not have seen the signs?

Clearing your throat, you try to find the right words to say. “So-” you start but immediately stop. You glance at him before looking over at the fireplace, the orange flames lighting the dark room. You inhale quickly, keeping your chin tucked behind your hands, before you resume what you were going to ask. “What happens if you don’t sacrifice someone?”

“Sunnyvale will see its first tragedy in over three hundred years,” Nick answered simply. “And they’ll keep coming after that. I’ll lose everything.”

You hold eye contact with him. “What happens if you die?”

“The same thing,”

“Well, then what-” you cut yourself off as you lean back in the chair, your arms falling on the rests at either side of you. “What happens if you end up deciding to sacrifice someone.” You didn’t phrase it like a question, mainly because you already knew the answer and because you wanted to hear him say it again.

“Shadyside will continue its poverty, have a higher crime rate than normal and it will see another local turn into a ruthless killer,” Nick said everything with a straight face and you wondered how he kept this all to himself for nearly two decades.

Your shoulders became less tense as you asked, “What are you going to do?” The only response you got was the sound of the embers cracking as they burned. “Are you going to do the ritual? Sacrifice someone?”

He glanced over at you, your grey sweater falling off your shoulder without you realising. He saw the start of one of the three large scars that lined your chest and his heart dropped. He never did get to see what they looked like now, not that he’d want to see visible evidence of what he caused, but he knows you wear them beautifully.

Nick looked at the ground as he laced his fingers together, draping his arms over his knees. “I wanted you to hear it from me first, before the rumors started,” he said after a few seconds. “That’s why I asked you to come over.”

Your brows furrowed as you leaned forward. “What rumors?”

“I’m not going to go through with it,” he said, looking up at you. You leaned back in shock, your brows raising now as you took in what he said. “I can’t do it. I’ve already done enough. I’ve already taken too much. My father, my grandfather…this has gone on long enough.”

When he is finished, you look him over before slowly standing up. Nick watched your every move as you stepped around the coffee table and sat next to him, close enough so that your knees were touching. “What about the legacy?”

“Fuck the legacy,” he said instantly. “Fuck the power, fuck the wealth, all of it. It shouldn’t have been mine in the first place. None of this should’ve been mine.” He was referring to the massive living room you were in, equivalent in size of your entire house back in Shadyside.

You glance around the room before swallowing your nervousness and take his hand in yours. You could feel his eyes on you as you lace your fingers together, and for a second, you’re brought back to the night under the tree, with Nick’s hand being held tightly by your bloodied one. Slowly, his hand relaxes in yours as you sit in silence.

That was the Nick you knew. The one who saved your life and gave you a second chance.

“What happens now?” You ask after a few seconds.

Nick looks over at you and you hold eye contact, seeing a younger version of himself in his eyes for a split second. “I wait,” he simply said.

You tighten your hold on his hand, sitting up a bit straighter. “Then let’s wait,”

You and Nick stumbled into the Science and Nature cabin, laughs leaving both your mouths as you try to avoid bumping into the tables and shelves. You stop in the middle of the room and watch as he tucks the keys back in his pocket. “Thanks for bailing me out back there,” you say and fail to hide the smile on your lips.

Despite being on different teams, Nick convinced some of the Sunnyvale kids to let him guard you instead of them. The second their backs were turned, he grabbed your hand and ran, taking you with him as he tried to find a hiding place. He ultimately decided on taking you to the science cabin, as he had the keys to lock and unlock the door. You’d be able to hide there until the end of the game.

“No problem,” Nick answered, looking over at you. “I hate the color war game.”

“Me too,” you say and tug at the hem of your blue ‘color ‘78 war’ shirt. Glancing over at Nick, you tug the shirt more until it’s over your head and discarded on the floor. You were left in your white tank top and light blue jean shorts, showing more skin than you were used to, but you couldn’t stand to wear it any longer. “Hope you don’t mind.”

Nick quickly shook his head, averting his eyes from your form once you looked over at him. “No, not at all,” he mumbled, looking down at the floor. The sound of kids laughing was heard outside the cabin, making both you and Nick look out the window. He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you to sit down behind one of the shelves. “As long as we stay hidden and quiet, they won’t find us.”

You nodded, trying to ignore the fact that he hadn’t pulled his hand away from yours.

“What?” He asked after he caught you staring at him.

Shaking your head, you move your hand so your fingers are laced with his. Nick only then noticed that he had failed to drop your hand, not that either of you minded, anyway. “Nothing,” you say quietly. “Can I just try something?”

Nick nodded, his heartbeat picking up slightly when your free hand came up to caress the left side of his face. His eyes closed the second you leaned in and connected your lips, kissing him and unknowingly taking his breath away for a couple of seconds.

It was a quick kiss, just to test it out.

You share a look before his free hand comes up to tuck your hair behind your ear, leaning to down kiss you again, this time for much longer.

Time went on until the clock read 12:01 AM.

Your lips didn’t break away from Nick’s for a second, your hands gripping the hem of his shirt while his caressed the sides of your face.

The sound of glass breaking outside was heard, followed by the sound of one of Nick’s neighbors screaming. Not even then did you pull away from him.

You kissed him for who knows how long as Sunnyvale slowly fell apart just outside of his house.

The legacy was shattered, the power the Goode’s held for centuries weakening as the seconds passed, but Nick couldn’t bring himself to care.

He should’ve known that his life would end up here. Powerless, hated and blamed but with you. He could live with what happened, just as long as you never left him alone to deal with the baggage that came with being a Goode.

As he deepened the kiss, pushing into you slightly, he had a feeling that this was just the beginning.

DISCLAIMER: a lot of this was made up by yours truly :)

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Glad's Book List

I wrote a post recently about my history (normally I'd link it but I don't want to be narcissistic), and realized that I've read a fair few occult books over the years. So here's the list; I'll keep updating it as I find more books in my various libraries and book stashes.

Quick note before getting into this list--not everything I've read will make it. Just the stuff I read and recommend others parse through. For example, I have intentionally omitted my studies in Kabbalah to discourage others from unintentionally appropriating.

But by "parse through", I truly mean that. My path has meandered through several schools of thought and wandered into appropriative territory at times (I constantly strive to correct any appropriation in my practice that gets brought to my attention). Maybe about 20% of each book makes it into my current path.

Eh, so it wasn't so quick of a note. Here's the list:

CEREMONIAL MAGIC

Aleister Crowley, Book 4

Chic and Sandra Cicero, Essential Golden Dawn

Donald Kraig, Modern Magick

Henry Agrippa, Three Books of Occult Philosophy

Israel Regardie, The Golden Dawn

Lon Milo DuQuette, Llewellyn's Complete Book of Ceremonial Magick

Samuel Mathers, The Book of Abramelin

Stephen Skinner and David Rankine, Key of Solomon

CHAOS MAGIC

Archtraitor Bluefluke, The Psychonaut Field Manual

Jan Fries, Visual Magick

Lon Milo DuQuette, Low Magick

Peter Carroll, Liber Null & Psychonaut; Liber Kaos

Phil Hine, Condensed Chaos; Prime Chaos

Richard Metzger, Book of Lies

Robert Wilson, Prometheus Rising

CRYSTALS

Cassandra Eason, The Complete Crystal Handbook

Karen Frazier, An Introduction to Crystal Grids

Robert Simmons and Naisha Ahsian, The Book of Stones

Scott Cunningham, Encyclopedia of Crystal, Gem, and Metal Magic

Yulia van Doren, Crystals

DIVINATION

A.E. Waite, Pictorial Key to the Tarot

Brigit Esselmont, Everyday Tarot; The Ultimate Guide to Tarot Meanings

Chic and Sandra Cicero, Golden Dawn Ritual Tarot

Diana Paxson, Taking Up the Runes

Lon Milo DuQuette, Understanding Crowley's Thoth Tarot

Melissa Cynova, Kitchen Table Tarot

Rachel Pollack, Seventy-Eight Degrees of Wisdom

DREAMS

Carl Jung, Dreams; The Red Book

DRUIDRY

Dana O'Driscoll, Sacred Actions

John Greer, The Druidry Handbook; The Druid Magic Handbook

Philip Carr-Gomm, The Druid Way

Ross Nichols, The Book of Druidry

HELLENISM

David Mierzwicki, Hellenismos

Hesiod, Theogeny

Homer, Iliad; Odyssey

John Opsopaus, The Oracles of Apollo

LABRYS Community, Hellenic Polytheism

Orpheus, The Orphic Hymns

HERBS

Nicholas Culpeper, Culpeper's Complete Herbal

Scott Cunningham, Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs

HERMETICISM

Hermes Trismegistus, Corpus Hermeticum; The Emerald Tablet

Three Initiates, The Kybalion

GENERAL MAGIC

Aleister Crowley, Magic in Theory and Practice

Christopher Dell, The Occult, Witchcraft and Magic

Manly Hall, Secret Teachings of All Ages

Owen Davies, Oxford Illustrated History of Witchcraft and Magic

Rock Point Publishing, Spellcraft

Sarah Lyons, How to Study Magic

MEDITATION

Diana Paxson, Trance Portation

Stephen Bodian, Meditation for Dummies

PAGANISM

Herman Slater, A Book of Pagan Rituals

Margot Adler, Drawing Down the Moon

Ronald Hutton, Triumph of the Moon

WICCA

Doreen Valiente, Witchcraft for Tomorrow

Gerald Gardner, The Meaning of Witchcraft; Witchcraft Today

Janet and Stewart Farrar, A Witches' Bible

Raymond Buckland, Buckland's Complete Book of Witchcraft; The Tree; Wicca for One

Scott Cunningham, Wicca; Living Wicca

Starhawk, The Spiral Dance

Thea Sabin, Wicca for Beginners

Thorn Mooney, Traditional Wicca

#glad's thoughts #occult books

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idk if someone asked this before and im sorry if they did!! but can you imagine Hange w a pet, especially a cat, idk to me they would have to find the right cat for them to share a special connection, andkjdjdjd idk i just think hange would be the cutest w kitty next to them🥹🥹

𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑷𝑬𝑻 𝑪𝑨𝑻

A/N: eee i have two cats of my own, so i was so excited to write these!! i took some inspo from my own kitties and some on hanges personality and mixed them. My cats names are Gio and Slater (named after Slater from the WOLF album!!) i had sm fun writing these, and i hope you enjoy them just as much! thank you for the ask!!

Hange would definitely find a stray kitty on their daily walk

They come home, kick off their boots and slowly walk into your shared bedroom

You know something is up immediately when hange comes in with a shy grin and big, excited pupils

“What is it, babe?” You set down your book, sighing

Hange sets down the kitten, hands shaking in excitement

“No.” “YES!!!!!!”

“Babe, I found them on my walk and they were just soooo cute. I couldn't just leave them there.”

You smile, giving in

“I named them Titan.” “Oh, really?” You pet the small kitten

Hange does not sleep that night, instead they research how to care for kittens and all the essentials needed for the kitty

Years later, they became inseparable

Hange bought a leash and harness to take them on walks with everyday <3

Hange gives them the best of the best

There are cat beds all over your house

Hange has a cat tree in their office just for Titan

You come home and find them curled up on the couch sometimes

When Hange comes home late, you’ll be watching a movie or something and Titan sits on the windowsill and watches Hange come up the driveway meowing like crazy

When you two try and cuddle, Titan sleeps on Hanges pillow just to be close to them

Hange always has cat hair on them

Sometimes you'll hear Hange meowing to Titan

Fow halloween, Hange went as a scientist, and you and Titan dressed up to match Hange

Has a small cat tattoo on their arm

Has window beds on almost all the windows so Titan can watch the birds outside

Will play endlessly with Titan

When you two are getting ready in the morning, Titan sits on the toilet and watches you two get ready

Hange shows people pictures of Titan like an old grandma with her grandchildren

Taught Titan how to sit??? Like hello??

Hange asks for Titans opinions like they can reply or something

Their whole camera roll is just you and Titan

On your guys wedding day, Titan was the flower girl <3

Titan is your guys’ baby<333 I NEED HANGE W A CAT RN

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theneighborhoodchronicles-blog · 9 months

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Another couple turned into elders

This time it were Cleo and Jan Slater that had their birthday.

Both of them have not reached the top of their careers yet, mainly due having to take care of 4 children of almost the same age (2x twins). But both of them hope to reach that goal latest by the time they turn 70 (in 10 days/years).

As a family sim, Cleo reached perma platinum with 33 and Jan should hopefully get there soon too.

#simblr #ts2 #sims 2 #ts2 gameplay #family tree #slater #mainstreet 44 #3rd gen

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BEAS my LOVE it's nice ask week time! hello hello <3

my ask for everyone is...what is a book you are looking forward to reading and a movie you are excited to watch in 2024? :) xoxo roop

HI ROOP MY LOVE

So my answer is was and will be The Pairing by Casey McQuiston, though I was lucky enough to get my hands on an ARC so I am sitting like a fat happy cat right now for that one. I will say though that I am really looking forward to reading a number of Chef Memoirs and Cooking books this year.

The not so short TBR list of my cooking books to read this year

Cooking in General

Salt Fat Acid Heat by Samin Nosrat

The Joy of Cooking by Irma Rombauer

How to Cook Everything by Mark Bittman

Tasting History by Max Miller

The Science of Cooking by Dr. Stuart Farrimond

The Flavor Bible by Andrew Dornenburg and Karen Page

Chef Memoirs

Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain

Climbing the Mango Trees by Madhur Jaffrey

Toast Nigel Slater

Notes From a Young Black Chef by Kwame Onwuachi

Save Me the Plums by Ruth Reichl

Yes Chef by Marcus Samuelsson

Heat by Bil Buford

Eat a Peach by David Chang (THE ONE THAT IS COMING OUT THIS YEAR ON THE LIST)

as for movies...

DUNE 2 MY BELOVED

Spiderman beyond the spiderverse

I am sure there will be more but those two are at the top of my list right now

#nice ask week #inexplicablymine answers #we will be cooking real good in 2024 #in more ways than one

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I like to think all love stories have a soundtrack, and this one should be no different. Here's a list of songs that served as inspiration for this story, as well as some that just help set the scene.

The Louvre - Lorde

Magic Moments - Austin Farwell

Golden Hour - Andy Morris

Mystery of Love - Hannah Slater

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens

Cold Little Heart - Michael Kiwanuka

Take Me, Take Mine - Paolo Nutini

Didn't Want To Have To Do It - Lady Apple Tree

Sparks - Coldplay

So My Darling - Rachel Chinouriri

Love Letter From The Sea To The Shore - Delaney Bailey

i love you - Billie Eilish

So You Are Tired - Sufjan Stevens

Paris, Texas - Lana Del Rey

ur so pretty - Wasia Project

Fun - Elli Ingram

Honey - November Ultra

You can also find this on Spotify.

#part ii is coming tomorrow everyone! get ready for Feelings™#fic: summer slipped us underneath her tongue

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loveisbraveandwild · 1 year

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2023 books (check out my storygraph for reviews)

january

unbought and unbossed, shirley chisholm

true biz, sara nović

yerba buena, nina lacour

the racism of people who love you, samira mehta

night, elie wiesel

seven says in june, tia williams

the reading list, sara nisha adams

finna, nino cipri

ace, angela chen

nightcrawling, leila mottley

the light we carry, michelle obama

how to resist amazon and why, danny caine

the daughter of auschwitz, tova friedman

kaikeyi, vaishnsvi patel

just as you are, camille kellogg

hijab butch blues, lamya h

february

a guide to just being friends, sophie sullivan

mean baby, selma blair

lavender house, lev ac rosen

loveless, alice oseman

the department of rare books and special collections, eva jurczyk

small game, blair braverman

wash day diaries, jamila rowser

the heartstopper yearbook, alice oseman

yellowface, r.f. kuang

stay true, hua hsu

the school for good mothers, jassamine chan

elatsoe, darcie little badger

under the udala tree, chinelo okparanta

there there, tommy orange

making a scene, constance wu

happy place, emily henry

i have a question for you, rebecca makkai

finding me, viola davis

wow, no thank you, samantha irby

march

lark and kasim start a revolution, kacen callender

mooncakes, suzanne walker

lies we sing to the sea, sarah underwood

the family outing, jessi hempel

dead collections, isaac fellman

ace voices, eris young

the anthropocene review, john green

mad honey, jennifer finney boylan & jody picoult

all my rage, sabaa tahir

hello, molly, molly shannon

fine, rhea ewing

nevada, imogen binnie

super late bloomer, julia kaye

love & other disasters, anita kelly

the boy with a bird in his chest, emme lund

the honeys, ryan lansala

the 57 bus, dashka slater

making love with the land, joshua whitehead

a history of my brief body, billy-ray belcourt

there are trans people here, h. melt

patricia wants to cuddle, samantha allen

babel, r.f. kuang

april

lessons in chemistry, bonnie garmus

ace of spaces, faridah abike-,ymide

the things we do to our friends, heather darwent

deaf utopia, nyle dimarco

black cake, charmaine wilkerson

simon vs. the homo sapiens agenda, becky albertalli

the things we couldn't say, jay cole

long black veil, jennifer finney boylan

good talk, mira jacobs

remarkably bright creatures, shelby van pelt

#books #2023 reads

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🌈✨Good News!!✨🌈

(((I feel like it's been a minute since I've sent you one of these...!! 👀😳😩)))

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

1). My bank has an open floor plan and yesterday when I was at the one teller's desk, her wife came in to drop her off a susprise coffee 🥹🩷☕

2). I needed an orange shirt for a random work dress day, and Walmart was having a sale, so I got half-off on something I'm probably only gonna wear a few times!!

3). Also while in Walmart, I discovered that Monster energy makes a six pack of their strawberry flavored drink!! This is high-key one of the BEST flavors that they make, so I'm THRILLED that they now offer the six pack of it!! 🤩💖🍓

4). My 13-year-old neighbor girl invited me to come with her to a local hockey game next weekend!! 🏒

5). In the latest Games with Names episode, Julian Edelman said that he still has a TV that he bought in 2014 after Matthew Slater, his bestie turned teammate and roommate, moved out and took their shared TV with him.

Matthew said that he also still has the original TV that he took in the first place!!

I know that this is a trivial thing, but I just think it's neat that even after everything that has happened and changed over the years, they still both have these TV's 🥺🤧💙

6). My brother finally earned his CDL truck driving license!! 🥳🚚🚛

7). Unfortunately I now have to see my most toxic co-worker every single morning, BUT I've been doing better about simply ignoring her and offering her minimal personal information!!! :D

8). Last but not least, both of our cats FINALLY have their own cat trees, and they love them!!! 😸💞

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I hope that you have a fabulous Friday and also a wonderful weekend!!!!!! 🥳🤩🔥💯🌟💗

Rachel I LOVE receiving these omg

#askbox #good news

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FernGully: The Last Rainforest (1992)

Environmentalism in kids' entertainment in the early 90s is kind of a funny thing. Earth Day was a big focus, as was animal conservation and "doing your part" in terms of individual activism about picking up trash or planting trees. Captain Planet ruled the roost, with a multi-national team fighting grotesque stereotypes who bragged stupidly about how pollution was just so much fun even beyond the monetary value it might bring them. (looks at our current class of failson tech bro billionaries Actually that last part might not be so inaccurate...)

Looking back and with the looming specter of climate change reshaping our world, it seems almost quaint. Yet I wouldn't say all of that was wasted effort, nor were these unworthy causes. And a movie like FernGully: The Last Rainforest, corny as it might seem in places now, is both a reflection of that strange time and an interesting effort all its own. How does it hold up? Let's take a look.

Set in the titular, fictional Australian rainforest, FernGully tells the story of Crysta (Samantha Mathis), a fairy being tutored by Magi Luna (Grace Zabriskie, a good ways away from her work in David Lynch's repertory company). Magi informs her (and us) of the history of Ferngully and the evil spirit Hexxus (Tim Curry), who nearly wrought its destruction before Magi sealed him in a magic tree. Crysta, being a 90s teenager, is impatient and flies off to hang out with friends like Pips (Christian Slater, reuniting with Mathis from Pump Up The Volume and before their third collab in 1996's Broken Arrow) or Batty Koda (Robin Williams). But she soon discovers strange creatures encroaching on the forest: humans, who've long passed into legend after leaving Ferngully. More specifically, she meets Zack (Jonathan Ward), a young man working with a logging company. (Interesting/amusing observation: while we see Zack has an Australian driver's license, he has a very thoroughly Southern California accent. Possibly an expat?) After a mishap where Crysta accidentally shrinks him, Zack begins to learn more about the world of Ferngully and becomes increasingly enchanted with the place (though having a very cute girl express quite a bit of interest in you doesn't hurt, I imagine). Good timing, too, since Zack's co-workers have inadvertently released Hexxus from his prison and he's down for some payback...

The most striking thing about the movie remains its look. Director Bill Kroyer and his team, including his wife Susan Kroyer on art director duties, give the Australian landscapes true beauty in the use of bright, vivid colors and exceptional lighting. Ferngully truly does seem like a magical place even before you add the fairies, and Kroyer smartly makes use of blended CGI with the 2D animation that holds up remarkably well in expanding the landscapes or depicting machines like the ominous Leveler. (It helps, of course, that he was already a CGI veteran at this point, having been one of the pionnering animators on films like TRON). Outside of the lovely Aboriginal-art-inspired prologue that puts one in mind of Watership Down's famous dream sequences, the character animation itself is much in the Disney or Don Bluth models of the time, and not quite as detailed, but there's a lot of good character touches. In particular, Kathy Zielinski (who'd animated characters like Ursula or the snake form of Jafar in Aladdin, and would later supervise Frollo in The Hunchback of Notre Dame) gives Hexxus a gleeful, vibrant quality that's almost seductive. You know that had to be difficult to figure out given he's alternatively made of oil, smoke, and a bitchin' Chernabog-esque skeleton form at the climax.

The film is also deftly written and acted, which helps it stand out from the crowd that included either the hilarious melodrama of Captain Planet or the cute-but-boring Once Upon A Forest. In particular, I like how naturally Ward and the script makes Zack's journey; in addition to some great incredulous deliveries (like my favorite line in the film, "Great, I've been shrunk by an AMATEUR!"), Zack opening up his perspective to truly see the world around him is handled with a light touch because he's ultimately not that bad a guy. I appreciate too that the reveal of his initial lie that he wasn't helping cut down trees is played with genuine remorse and owning up to it, as well as an immediate desire to set things right. Mathis matches him well, making a character concept that could've easily been insufferable (she might as well have "90s Tinker Bell" written on her model sheet) into genuinely winning and heartfelt. She even manages to sell a line like "Can't you feel its pain?" about a tree, which easily could've gotten a bad laugh. The ending is nicely bittersweet, with Zack and Crysta parting ways because they know how important it is that they do the work to build a better future on each side. (It's kind of the same ending as Princess Mononoke, when you think about it).

On the supporting end of things, Williams is actually a lot less of a scene-stealer than you'd think. Oh, he gets a few comedy impressions in, notably in a rap number (we'll get to that) and the climax, but otherwise he mostly dials into Batty's nervous-wreck dealing with trauma from being a lab animal characterization to great effect. (This is not to knock his work in something like Aladdin, where he gives arguably one of the best voice performances of all time as the Genie, but there is a notable difference). Curry, too, is less prominent than you'd think, only getting a few big scenes to sell his villainy. But his musical number "Toxic Love" is unsurprisingly a highlight, and he gets a lot of his patented "best evil laugh ever" in the screentime he DOES have. Everyone else is on point: Slater gets some nice sardonic jabs in, Cheech Marin and Tommy Chong have a couple funny bits as some biker gang-esque goons who ride beetles, and Zabriskie navigates the cliches of Ye Olde Doomed Mentor with aplomb.

Musically, the film has an...interesting pedigree. In addition to a lovely, understated score by Alan Silvestri of Back to the Future fame, there are eight songs throughout, three by Thomas "She Blinded Me With Science" Dolby and the remaining five all by other artists/songwriters. This is not inherently a bad thing; while most musicals benefit from a standardized production team, having a number of different voices who can work in different genres can be novel. And I wouldn't say any of these are outright bad, but it does lead to some "the hell?" moments.

Dolby's songs are the opening "Life Is A Magic Thing", which takes us below the canopy into Ferngully, and it's a pleasantly bouncy number easing us into things courtesy of Jimmy Clegg's vocals; the aforementioned "Batty Rap", which is very white-guy-rap, if buoyed by Williams' enthusiasm and the horrific implications of the backstory (which are further expounded on in the twice-as-long soundtrack version); and "Toxic Love", a properly bluesy, boozy villain song that Curry throws himself into with abandon. (That one too is expanded on the soundtrack, which removes any doubt about the sexual connotations of the character and his motivations). We also have the inexplicable "If I'm Gonna Eat Somebody (It Might As Well Be You)", where a goanna voiced by gravel-pit-toned rapper Tone Loc serenades Zack as he's about to devour him (that was co-written by...Jimmy Buffet??? Would've loved to see that conversation); "Raining Like Magic", a brief quiet interlude by children's singer Raffi; our big awards bait song "A Dream Worth Keeping", co-written by The Last Unicorn's Jimmy Webb and belted out with gusto by Sheena Easton like she's looking over her shoulder at Celine Dion; and "Some Other World", the first animated movie song by Elton John that plays over the credits and is fine if a bit generic. (There's also a diegetic cover of "Land of a Thousand Dances" that issues forth from Zack's stereo as he leads the fairies in a dance party because some cliches aren't just old, they're prehistoric)

I goof on FernGully sometimes because it really is so painfully earnest that you can't help but roll your eyes on occasion. But that's hardly the greatest sin a children's film can commit, and I appreciate that it's, essentially, a better Lorax movie than the actual Lorax movie in its messaging (sincerely, forever and always, fuck that movie). The film ends with an epigraph of "For our children, and our children's children", and I can't knock that sincerity. Maybe it's important to remember.

#ferngully #analysis #reviews #ferngully: the last rainforest #robin williams #animation

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