#[ maurice is such a rude boy ]

[sarnai4]

Expectation Subversion

Penguins of Madagascar has some of my favorite examples of subverting expectations for personalities. They also gave me something that I try to use when creating my own characters. It seems like the characters can easily fit into a one-dimensional stereotype, but then there's more. Let's start off with Rico.

At first glance, Rico is just a loose cannon. In lesser shows, he might have been. After all, he just needs to be the silly one who spits up weapons and sure, he is, but that's not all. Rico is also fiercely loyal. He's the same one who was terrified of a "haunted" car and still braved it head-on when it had hurt Skipper. Comically enough, he can just as easily turn on the others when Ms. Perky wants him to do something else (cue Rico attacking them because of that darn voice box). An underrated skill of Rico's is how resourceful he is. He always knows exactly what weapon is necessary for the moment. With these skills, his loyalty, and his fun/unhinged flair, he really comes to life as a character.

Private is seemingly just the nice guy of the group. He's the young one who's innocent. Again, this is a part of him. He is very nice, not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings like when he was supposed to win a rude-off against Clemson. He's also pretty naive with a lot of things, being unsuspecting about Hans actually being bad. Despite this, there's more to Private than niceness. He's got the most common sense of the group, being the only one to see that grabbing the plant needed to save Maurice's life would be easier than continuing to use the jaws of life AND realizing how unlikely it was that Santa was spending Christmas Eve in a random building. I also love how he's got a backstory of being this almost ruthless mini golf player. His underrated skill is that he's the second best fighter of the group. Solely looking at fin-to-fin combat, Private is the only one who's been on par with Skipper.

Kowalski could have just been the "science nerd." He definitely has this as a core part of him, but he's also such a drama queen. I love it. He's the poster boy for book smarts because this penguin has a score of 0 for practical reasoning. Heck, he had to figure out which instincts to use. His struggles with this leads to him continuously making inventions that almost kill everybody. Kowalski is always an invention away from turning into a mad scientist. I'm convinced this actually has happened before and then he just snaps back to his senses (thinking about times like Jiggles and more). Something else which adds an interesting layer to him is how much he wants to be in charge. He's technically the second-in-command and has made it clear that he'd like to replace Skipper when the time comes. "Kowalski's log...too soon?"

Skipper seems like he's just the tough boss. In a comedy like this, he easily could've been an incompetent leader. Rather than that, he's honestly a very good leader who is clever with his plans. Seriously, his escape plans shown in Pets Peeved and more episodes really demonstrate how thoroughly he can think out a strategy even when he's on the spot. Along with this, Skipper tries to act hard and rough, but he makes it clear that he cares about his team more than anything. He even faced his fear of needles (this show singlehandedly taught me what trypanophobia was) for Private when he learned that the soldier would've been hurt otherwise. It even stretches beyond them. Skipper really cares about everyone in the zoo, going so far as to look out for Julien who is probably one of his least favorite zoo mates. I also really like how much being a leader means to Skipper. When he thought he couldn't be in charge anymore, he was having a meltdown. He even put Private as leader just so that he could make it clear who actually deserves the position. It's so petty, that it's almost beautiful.

[cutechan555]

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Some spaghetti siblings lore cause why not

The 3 were raised by their nonna after their parents tragically died in a fire

Sofia was like that ray of sunshine she was trying het best to maintain a positive attitude for her brothers and she felt like she has to take the role of a parent

Like boy wasn't Maurice so damn rude and Peppino was too young at the time, their nonna tried her best but she was still old

Sofia was Peppino's companion tried to give him the best childhood possible

[wildechild3]

Modern Maurice AU

Part 4: The Kiddos!

(Re-posted because someone decided to leave a rude comment on the first one. Please keep in mind, this is for fun. It's fanfiction. It's literally not a big deal.)

This part is background information about Maurice and Alec as parents. Like I said in part 1, none of this is spoilers for the fic I want to write. Also, feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions, these are just my headcanons!

The Kiddos:

Early on into dating, Maurice mused to Alec about being a father. But he only spoke about it in a hypothetical way. It was only the one conversation, and he didn't think Alec was really listening anyway. (Alec was. That's the biggest difference between Clive and Alec, he listens.)

After they got married, they took a short vacation to the countryside and found they liked it a lot more there than in the hustle bustle of the city. Maurice is already working from home at this point (I'm thinking this is late 2020-2021) and Alec's construction company had an opening closer to the small country town they were interested in moving to. They decided to take the chance, and found being closer to nature and out of the city was much better for their mental health (especially Maurice's, who's in therapy by this point).

They've lived in this country town for about a year when Alec gently broaches the subject. He brings up the conversation they had early in their relationship (to which Maurice replies, "You remember that!?"). He ends by saying he never saw himself as a father, but now that him and Maurice are settled and happy, he couldn't imagine doing it with anyone else.

Maurice is thrown off and doesn't give solid answer at first - which Alec is confused by but respects and gives the topic space. Maurice isn't against the idea, in fact he very excited by it. He just never thought he'd get this far - and he sits Alec down to tell him as such. He talks about how deep his depression was and his suicidal ideation - both of which convinced him that he'd never live long enough to see thirty. Yet here he was. Freshly thirty and the happiest he'd ever been. He ends by telling Alec that he'd love to be a father with him - but is scared of being too 'muddled' to be any good at it.

Alec responds by assuring him that he doesn't have to be perfect. That he wouldn't be alone. That he and Maurice would be a team. He tells Maurice that they can take their time and suggests they start small and work up to actually doing it.

So they do. First, they talk about which rooms in their little house would be a good spot for a nursery/child's room. Then they talk about how'd they fix it up. (Alec comes home to Maurice painting his once beige office a pale yellow.) Then they talk about where they would go to school (and Alec pretends to not see Maurice looking through reviews of local schools on his phone while they watch a movie.) They talk about how they would raise a child, which leads to a conversation about their own childhoods (both agree to never use spanking as a punishment.) Finally, Maurice brings up the subject on Halloween night after a little boy dressed as a cowboy comes to their door with his two fathers.

They decide to go the adoption route and after almost a year working through the process, they adopt a four year old boy - Archie - and his 6 month old sister - Winifred ("Winnie"). They agree to an open adoption, and by 2022, they become their legal guardians.

*Just a quick note about the names: I know they're older sounding names. I chose them based off of the 1913 UK census of the most popular names to help blend them into the story. I just felt like it would be weird to have classic names like Maurice and Alec paired with Brandon and Mckeighlynn.*

Both of them go on paternity leave to help the kids get settled into their home and to help Archie get ready to go to school. It's the wildest, weirdest, and best two weeks of their lives.

Alec is so sad when he has to start going back to work, but the first time he comes home and sees Maurice and Archie making dinner together- it's all worth it.

They get in the habit of taking the kids to the park after dinner. Sometimes Maurice will hang back if there's something he didn't get done for work during the day, which happens more often than Maurice would like.

On the weekends, they go to the bigger park near the center of town. It's usually a 20 minute walk and they'll pack a lunch since they're usually there all day.

Final details: Alec is insanely good at clamoring around the play-sets. Maurice jokes that it's because he's the shorter one, but Alec is a pro at running around these structures built for people far shorter than him. Maurice usually hangs out with Winnie at the swings. He's the best at giving those big dad-pushes that'll make you feel like you're flying.

And that's the world building I've sketched out for the AU! Like I said, feel free to correct me on my American-isms or add suggestions.

(Also, I'm trying to be very respectful of adoption. I don't know how different it is in the UK, but in the US it's a very complicated thing to say the least. If you're an adoptee and I said something ignorant please let me know so I can fix it.)

[ask-vance-phillip-lotf]

“Oh! You want to know about the others? Uhm- Well I actually have this other group that’s separated from Ralph and his lot because me and them are teenagers and they don’t want to associate with ‘a bunch of babies’ as Wrath says…But I don’t really care. I kind of just switch in between locations, sometimes I’m on Ralph’s side of the island, sometimes I’m on the sin teens side; it really depends on the day, the sins side is cooler in the morning, so I sleep there. Anyways I have a nice opinion for most of you guys, at least I think so. Ralph’s somewhat clingy towards me, but he’s nice. Jack’s a bit of a brat…I suspect he’s a rich, spoiled kid. Roger’s uhm…something. He throws rocks at me. Simon’s a nice kid, he’s very quiet and kind compared to the others, although he’s a little batty. There’s the twins, Sam and Eric, I think they’re nice, Sam’s a little bit of a menace, but he means well. Eric’s my favorite twin, don’t tell Sam. They get a pile of aspen leaves and throw it on me, sometimes they make a ‘crown’ by poking the leaf stems through my hair. That ‘Piggy’ boy is a little too talkative for my liking, but I’m not going to tell him to shut up, that’d be rude. Maurice is an absolute menace, but y’know in the jokester sense. Oh! I’m 16 by the way— So are the sin teens- Sloth’s so nice and sweet and- Oh I’m sorry I’m rambling…”

“I tend to ramble a lot, my apologies.”

-Ryder Emerson

"you talk so much. but it's nice, i guess."

"what- babies!? i will not take such disrespect. i'll have you know that i'm the tallest in my class back home, so i'm no baby."

"also.. the sins? who're those?"

"yeah, ralph's not bad. he built the shelters, so he's cool. but jack's such a brute. that's not proper, you know, running around half-naked and shouting like a savage. roger... so long as he doesn't throw rocks at me, i don't mind him. but he's much too quiet. it's scary..."

"but simon? batty!? you take that back!"

"sam AND eric--squishing their names together is so childish--are fine. making aspen crowns sounds quite nice... and i'm not too familiar with maurice."

"sloth? what a strange name."

"oh, and piggy? i can tell him to shut up for you, don't worry."

- vance phillip attenborough

[ask-ryder-emerson-lotf]

HI RYDER is being on the island basically like being a full time babysitter? you know, since you're older and all!

(Close ups after the cut!)

………What do you think?

…Okay that might’ve been a little rude, but come on! All of these kids….They need someone to look after them! I’ve given up on some of them….ugh…I learned their names so far at least! There’s the choir kids: Jack, Roger- which are the two that are uh…..not being nice to that fat kid, his nickname is Piggy, but I asked him what his real name is and he said “Peter” so I’m going to use that when I talk about him. Anyways, continuing: Maurice is a little goofball…I think he’s either trying too hard to be cool or is the “funny” kid at school. I like Simon, although his little….”faints” scare the heck out of me. He’s nice though…much more than the others. They’re loud. I feel bad for him….There’s also Henry, which is a littlun, he left the cry- I mean Percival alone with Maurice. I think there’s….Robert? Wilfred? Can’t really remember the rest of the choir….Anyways… there’s Ralph! The boys tried to make me leader but I said no, so they had a vote and Ralph won. Ralph’s….interesting. He tries his best, I’ll admit. It’s annoying when he blows that conch though…The sound hurts my ears. Pigg- I mean Peter, he’s a very nice kid! He’s a tad annoying but he does it for the right reasons. The others don’t understand him…They make fun of him and his “ass-mar”. How rude.

Oh yeah I forgot about the “sin” teenagers! I met all of them properly this time- earlier, “Sloth” kinda….fell out of a tree in front of me- Anyways….He’s….a nice fellow. Lust keeps on trying to run around….completely naked. He’s…definitely queer in both definitions. Wrath’s a little….intimidating so…I don’t think I’m going to try and talk to him much yet…Pride and Greed are both extremely rude so definitely not befriending them. Envy seems like Simon, very quiet and soft spoken….Maybe I’ll try and talk to him more? Oh and then there’s Gluttony! He’s um….always hungry! Hopefully he doesn’t eat all the food on the island…Maybe I can like, plant seeds from the berries here and grow more of them? Berries grow quickly, right? I mean….we won’t be on this island that long, will we? Haha….sorry I tend to ramble when I get nervous. I mean- Ah…forget it. Maybe Envy will understand if I try to talk to him…

(The sins are by @lord-of-the-bundle-of-sticks. IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS MY GOD THE SICKNESS LITERALLY GAINED MOST OF MY ENERGY…..But good news is the blog is back in business! ^_^ -Mod)

[mccall-me-maurice]

Sorry if this comes off as rude because I totally do NOT mean it that way, but I'm just curious, how did you get to shipping so many of the boys? A lot of the characters you ship are characters I don't remember a single thing about (like, ones who aren't sort of the central 7 biguns), so I'm interested in hearing about them !!

OOOOH HELLO! i adore this question hee hee because i get to ramble!

so i’ve described why i ship mauram recently, but i’m totally happy to do it again! basically, when i joined the fandom, the main maurice ship was roger x maurice. however, it just made me a little uncomfortable to ship them together because it reminded me of a past relationship i had with someone and that sort of thing steered me away from it. BUT i noticed that the twins and maurice were portrayed as “jokesters” with similar personalities. i ended up picking sam because he has always been the sweeter, more docile twin in my mind and i thought that would work PERFECT with maurice, who thrives off of a go with the flow vibe. he could give maurice the love he never had type of thing!

for bill x piggy, i’m ngl it was a mistake that started this ship. i THOUGHT that bill was the hunter that stayed the longest (up until the “party” that jack threw) with ralph and piggy, but it’s actually henry. however, while i was being delulu, i was like oh wouldnt it be cool if bill stayed so long because he had built a relationship with piggy when ralph wasn’t around, and helped around the camp doing little things to gain piggy’s friendship. and so they became a ship for me too! like the sort of vibe that is “even if everybody else hates you, i still see good in you.”

robric is,,,,, interesting…. i gave sam and maurice a pairing, so i didn’t want to leave eric hanging? i felt like he needed SOMEONE, and i’ve always been a huge fan of robert’s character. i knew he was a hunter and i knew that he had a more naïve personality (there’s a scene where the hunters literally try and kill him and he’s like ‘ow that hurt :D’). so his happy go lucky vibe countered the more protective vibe i had assigned to eric (bc he’s the older twin, so he is responsible). and eventually he became ralph’s half brother in my au which DEFINITELY solidified the idea of older brother x younger brother’s best friend which is such a good cutesy trope. and also robert would defend eric if the choir ever tried to pull shit because that’s his brothers bestie yknow? i rlly love them 😭😭

most of my other ships were pulled out of my ASS. perciberry is just,,, childhood best friends realise they have a crush on each other o fuck what will they do! they’re actually so wholesome and i adore them sm…. jalter, wilrold, etc came from long discussions with my mutuals where we were like hey… what if johnny and walter had little crushes on each other! wilfred and harold tbh was a creation from one of my mutuals and he really HONED IN on the wilrold vibe and just got me on board too.

(also this question is not rude at all! please don’t be afraid to ask me anything, i’m always open to talk and answer things!)

[halcyon-skiess]

Q u o t e s

Xipe Totec: Roommate (Ixtlilton) is blasting the nutcracker on vinyl because he says the dance of the sugarplum fairies is, and I quote, "a straight fuckin banger”

Xipe Totec: We can’t ibuprofen our way out of this one boys

Calamity: Me rollerblading into my therapists office with sunglasses and a piña colada: Maurice, you’re not gonna fucking believe this

Xochipilli: Old man insults are wild. “Slut”, “whore”, “dumb bitch”….. Sir, those are respectable occupations, call me a landlord 

Ixtlilton: So... what’s goin’ on?

Xipe Totec: You want the long version or the short version?

Xochiquetzal: The short one, I guess?

Xipe Totec: Shit’s fucked.

Xochipilli: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation

*The squad right before Xochiquetzal and Xipe Totec's wedding*

Paula: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend.

Huey: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!

Kitty: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well

Icky: I THINK WE ALL HAVE

WEDDINGS TO ATTEND

Ixtlilton, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

Xochipilli: You ever get so tired you start seeing spiders?

Xipe Totec: Me after I take 17 Benadryl and start seeing the hat man

Xochipilli: THE WHO

Xipe Totec: Oh this not a safe place suddenly

Xochiquetzal: Are you all right? You didn't sleep at all last night.

Xipe Totec: I got a solid eight minutes.

Xipe Totec: Not consecutively, but it's fine. You're not even that blurry.

Huey: I had a thought, unfortunately I had a second thought. They ricocheted off each other and I can’t find either one

Xochipilli: Y’know, I talk a lot of shit for someone who can’t choose rude dialogue options in games because I’m scared of hurting a character’s feelings

Paula: KITTY I JUST CAUGHT A FUCKING RAINBOW TROUT WITH MY BARE HANDS

Paula: I HAVE TO NOW LEARN HOW TO PREPARE A FISH

Paula: IM RUSHING TO GO GET ICE TO PUT IT ON

Kitty: Oh my god what

Kitty: when the fuck did you even leave the house holy shit

Huey: Just found out about “I think there for I am”… and I’m really worried… because I don’t think…

Huey: So do I not am? Do I am, or not? Please answer, I’m scared.

[adultswim2021]

Robot Chicken #77: “The Ramblings of Maurice” | August 30, 2009 - 11:30PM | S04E16

I started this blog in 2021. Before that, I began a version of this project on a message board, then I revamped that version for a website that no longer exists. I forget what year I began those projects, but I didn’t get nearly this far. I originally began this write-up by saying “I never would have thought I would watch 77 episodes of Robot Chicken for any reason”, but I guess I must’ve foresaw that as a possibility. I think the optimist in me thought it’d get canceled based on me being nasty about it online. There’s over 200 of these episodes. They’d be doing me a big favor if they just agreed to definitively end this fucking thing.

Sorry, I’m just thinking about how much I don’t want to write about this episode. Can you tell? It’s wearing on me. I just really don’t like seeing G.I. Joe’s being rude. I’m sorry. I really don’t care about stuff like that. This is coming from a former-child whose favorite thing to do was stand Ninja Turtles over each other’s faces and make them pretend to eat each other’s shit. Not in a sexual way. I don’t think. Hmm. 

I didn’t really note anything in this one that I found to be particularly above or below average. But I’ll mention some things just to be sporting. There was a Tay Zonday spoof called Chocolate Grain with Tay himself voicing Count Chocula. This was mocking YouTube and viral videos in a way that was very of-its-time, back when the idea of going viral was still sorta novel. Tay eventually went on to become a successful twitch streamer.

There’s another Batman thing in this with Two-Face getting WAAAY too many faces. I’ll give them credit; it’s a joke I haven’t seen anyone do before. I guess this might’ve been my favorite sketch of the night, by process of elimination.  The last sketch uses T-Pain doing a dang hip-hop version of the Dark Crystal. I didn’t love it or hate it. But, boy, did I ever watch it.

MAIL BAG

Unfortunately the aqua teen fanfiction anon was telling the truth. I have female autism so I love fanfiction, and the chapter where shake gets attacked by handbanana had the same story beats as a real episode. It makes me wish squidbillies had the same level of weird women watching it. Anyway, robot chicken isn’t that good!

I respect you and your autism and I agree with you that Robot Chicken isn't that good!

[medinainternational]

(Motif-Radio) Reggae Pon Top # 12 track listing:

SINGLES: MICHAEL PROPHET- LOVING YOU VERSION INNER CIRCLE FT. FREDDIE MCGREGOR, AND MYKAL ROSE- BEAT DOWN BABYLON GINJAH- THANKFUL FOR MARICIA RAMED- REAL STYLE JAHMALI- HER PLEASANT PLACE ALEIGHCIA SCOTT- DO YOU QUEEN IFRICA- PROUD OF ME KENYA EUGENE- HIGHER KEISHA MARTIN AND MAURICE GREGORY- BEST PART INNA VISION FT. JAH MAOLI- FAR AWAY GLEN WASHINGTON- BEAUTIFUL WOMAN JAH THOMAS- DRUNK AND STAGGA

RIDDIMS: SPECIAL REQUEST RIDDIM SAME STORY RIDDIM RELATIONSHIP RIDDIM

DANCEHALL: CAPITAL D & LIONDUB- MAD SMADDY ELEPHANT MAN- WALK OUT MAVADO AND JAHSHII- TEARS GIBRILVILLE- HOMCIDE TOMMY LEE SPARTA AND ZJ CHROME- MY OWN SKILLIBENG & JLACK- DGAF9REMIX0 BOUNTY KILLER- ONE GADZILLA DI CELEBRITY FT TEEJAH- GIRL ACADEMY BUSY SIGNAL- PARTY NICE IWAATA- YEA ME LOVE IT'S DIA- TIK TOK DAMAGES MISSION ACCOMPLISHED RIDDIM DEMARCO- BAD GYAL ANTHEM WAYNE WONDER- WHEN WE CHILL

ROOTS REGGAE/ONE DROP/ DUBPLATES: OWEN KNIBBS- 30 GREENWICH RD OWEN KNIBBS- RUDE BOY OWEN KNIBBS- DUBPLATE FRED LOCKS- JUMBO JET LINVAL THOMPSON- DON'T TROUBLE TROUBLE JACKIE EDWARDS- 7" INVASION JOHNNY CLARKE- DREADER DREAD THE CHANTELLS- CHILDREN OF JAH LOPEZ WALKER- SEND ANOTHER MOSES LOPEZ WALKER- DUBPLATE ROD TAYLOR- DUBPLATE EARL CUNNINGHAM- DUBPLATE SUFFERER DUB VERSION JOJO MAC- WAHALA PROBLEMA TASHA T- FEELING THE PAIN (SUFFERER) INA STRUGGLE RIDDIM

[remarkablybuttery]

Maurice

Over the past two days, I've finished reading E.M.Forster's Maurice, and watched the film as well. What did I do to deserve such a gift? *hugs myself* -still recovering from the bliss.

Intertwined English gentlemen hands

the quiet intimacy of undoing the other's cufflinks (then watch him turn away and close the door on you)

Stroking hair and skin, embracing and almost kissing until rudely interrupted

Kissing at last, and it's not enough for one of them. (Also this scene is now the stand-in for all my other blond boy/dark-haired boy ships)

Young Hugh Grant is insanely pretty.

But clearly the eye-catcher is young Rupert. Pretty everywhere, that one (yes, this 1987 film has full frontal scenes)

One more:

Now you have to watch it.. but read the book first, they complement each other wonderfully. If only The Charioteer could get such a lovely film adaptation!

[magicalgirlagency]

If we're being honest here, HP's worldbuilding is lazy, generic, not that interesting and mean-spirited all around.

And you know what? You're correct on that description, specially on the "mean-spirited" bit, because that's exactly what Ursula Le Guin has said before.

Like, the Houses system is just some fancy method of segregation and the students are forced into roles that clash with their true personalities and are stuck in stereotypes (specially in the case of Slytherin, as it was often the starting point of many of the series' villains).

And speaking of stereotypes, have you guys forgotten that the Goblins are anti-semistic? With their role as the overseers of the financial affairs of the Wizarding World? With their greediness and comically large noses? With an upcoming game where the player is tasked with stopping their rebellion at all costs?

And what about the House Elves, who are practically slaves? Who refused to leave their lives of servitude because they genuinely find pleasure in being slaves? And when Hermione wanted to fight against the mistreatment of non-human beings, she was quickly slammed down and called "crazy" for it?

And speaking of Hermione, she'd be a much better protagonist than Harry Potter himself. A story of a girl born into a magicless family making history at a magic academy is leagues more interesting than the same ol' boring story about some speshul boy with a pre-programmed destiny to fulfill.

And about Harry, his epilogue is so boring, because he just basically becomes a Wizard Cop. First of all: #ACAB, and second of all: There should be more magical jobs in the Wizarding World. VARIETY, people! Society doesn't solely consist of police forces! Defund that shit!

And still on the subject of Harry, his ship with Draco (Drarry) was also stupid. Like, why in the world would you ship a bully with the bullied?! Not to mention how Draco is just some rude, annoying and whiny brat who always threatens others with the wealth and power of his family when things doesn't go like he wanted instead of taking matters into his own hands and getting a fucking grip. Like, grow up, people; there are much better rivals-to-lovers couples out there, like Lumity (The Owl House) and Dianakko (Little Witch Academia).

And speaking of the fandom, I will never ever ever forgive the fact that the fans have actively contribuited to the Cringe Culture scandal with My Immortal back in the days. With so many other great fanfics out there with loads of potential, and you all went and gave attention to the most subpar and horridly-written one, just so you could bully alt fashion kids for trying to explore their styles?! No wonder why I still see young writers/artists feeling anxious and discouraged about their projects...

And don't get me started on the international magic academies, and how they perpetualize stereotypes (i.e.: african academy Uagadou specializes in animal shapeshifting) and monolith myths (i.e.: japanese academy Mahoutokoro houses all of Asia, and brazilian academy Castelobruxo houses all of Latin America).

And it's just not transphobia or racism, no; what about the Lycantrophy process being used as a metaphor for the HIV/AIDS scandal, and how it prejudiced and killed thousands of people within the queer community? And how Remus Lupin was treated like an outcast because of his ability to transform (also, I feel like an idiot, because I always thought Remus was french due to his surname being "Lupin", and I thought it was a reference to Maurice LeBlanc's Àrsene Lupin, but it turns out the Lupin was based on the scientific name for the wolves: Canis lupus)?

I mean, really! I could list all of that TERFy old hag's transgressions all day! That's not even half of it all!

And you might be asking yourself right now: "But Bunny! If you are so upset at how mean-spirited the Wizarding World is, then why don't you just make WBMRs for some of the characters?"

The answer is simple, my friend: "Because JKR knows".

She knows of the fanfics we write and the OCs that we make. She knows that we're displeased with her behavior, and she keeps doing it anyway. Even if we alert others of her incompetence and maliciousness, we're unknowingly giving traction to her and her work.

Case in Point: Her latest book, The Ink Black Heart, features an artist/animator being doxxed and murdered for being transphobic and disrespectful, and the villain of the story is a disabled Tumblr blogger, and the story even features fake tweets.

Oh, and did I mention that she wrote it under the pen name of Robert Galbraith, naming herself after the father of gay conversion therapies? Because Ms. Joanne doesn't do subtlety.

At least the comforting news is that a plenty of people nowadays are no longer dealing with her bullshit. The latest Fantastic Beasts movie was a flop, losing to Sonic the Hedgehog 2 and The Bad Guys; and Quidditch players have changed the name of their sport (it now goes by Quadball, btw) to divorce themselves of JKR's series.

A lot of people are at least showing to have some sense, and I'm satsified with that.

And to answer your question about the WBMRs: I will only work on them after the TERFy old hag herself is dead and gone. And when she dies, the celebration will certainly be bigger than when Good Ol' Lizzie kicked the bucket!

Peace out, and go find for other better series to consume/get engaged on!

[erosofthepen]

Letters From Amad pt.2

After about five months of not knowing how to continue it, i have finished part 2!! There will be a third part, not nearly as long, and i already have most of it written, so it should be out a lot sooner lol. BUT, i hope you enjoy it, and thanks for putting up with me lol.

-Part 1

-Words: 4,898

-Warnings: blizzard/storm, injury, hypothermia, some swearing

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It was moments like this that reflected Thorin’s terrible decision making. In actuality, his decision to not put anymore lives at risk was very wise. But still, it was Fili who was out there. And Kili. And since Thorin would not send a search party out, it was time to take matters into your own hands.

First things first, you went back to your chambers and put on your warmest, fluffiest, most wind-resistant coat. Rabbit fur covered the insides (the hides were hunted and tanned by Fili, a courting gift to you), and thick leather made up the outside, keeping the cold out and the warmth in. Next, you pulled on your winter boots (you had actually just had them made last week, and there were three little pockets perfect for concealing knives in), as well as a hat, gloves, and a scarf, all knitted by Ori, his way to show gratitude after your help in the libraries. You then proceeded to gather up some salted meat and cram, walk down to the entrance of the mountain, and enter the stables.

You choose a faithful companion to keep you company, namely, Daisy. The Mare had a thick wooly mane, and an extreme proclivity towards sweets. This was not to be your first venture with the pony, and now you knew better to bring him anywhere within five leagues of a bakery. You had not been amused when he had eaten an entire box of pastries meant for you and the scholars, though Kili and Fili had thought it to be the most hilarious of stories. However, despite his tendency to devour pastries, Daisy was reliable and resilient, and you hardly rode any other steed.

Several stableboys tried to dissuade you from leaving in the storm, but you brushed off their remarks as you tacked up Daisy. Thankfully, they didn’t try to block your path as you left, though they did warn you to be careful. You weren’t too concerned, for the storm had grown tamer in the day, and the frost was not biting your face. Yet, that is.

You reached Dale in about an hour. It took much longer than expected, with Daisy being nearly up to his belly in the fallen snow. Dale was practically devoid of men and women, most of them having the brains to stay inside during the storm. The only exceptions were some watchmen and one or two passersby.

“Oi, it’s a bit too cold for a morning ride lady, have you lost all sense?” A guard asked as you were leaving the gate on the other side of town.

“No my good fellow, I'm just looking for my friends. Have you seen two dwarrow come this way?”

“Can’t say that I have, but Maurice said he saw a pair last night, a few hours before the snow started.”

“Did Maurice mention where they were headed?”

“To the caravan, where else? It’s about fifteen miles from here, I would guess. You’re not considering going out there, are you?”

“I’m afraid that I must. Good day to you sir,”

“And a very cold day to you, lassie. Best of travels.”

“And to you as well.”

You quickly left and mentally cursed yourself for wishing him best of travels in return. He wasn’t traveling, you idiot!

The embarrassment faded as the wind began to pick up. The blizzard was steadily getting thicker, the puffy snowflakes turning more compact and icy. The city of Dale had long disappeared behind you in the snow, and you could only hope you were headed in the right direction.

However adventurous and bold it sounds, riding bare-back on a pony in the middle of a freezing cold snow storm was not at all an easy task. Your scarf had been moved to cover most of your face, and your hood was tied tightly ‘round your head, yet the flakes still stung your flesh. You were definitely starting to rethink your whole “making sure the brothers were alright in a storm idea.” Especially since it was pointless to look for them in between the caravan and Dale, as you couldn’t even see ten feet in front of you. Your goal now was to simply make it to the caravan without frostbite.

Around noon, you tried eating a bit of the bread you had packed, only to find it frozen. As well as the cheese. And the dried meat. It wouldn’t do good to gnaw on it either, as that would just make your innards cold as well, so you just went with your stomach protesting.

It was starting to get quite dark when you finally saw what seemed to be a glow in the distance. As you drew closer, it grew apparent that it was the caravan, and you sighed in great relief.

The dwarrow on watch were very suspicious. Of course, once you explained your purpose, they grew less so.

“I come from Erebor, in search of the Princes. Prince Fili and Kili left last night with the intention to travel here, have they arrived?”

The guards started to look a bit nervous.

“No my lady, no one’s seen anything of them.”

Your heart dropped to your feet.

“Are you sure?”

“Aye, the whole group would have known.”

You might’ve cried, but your eyes felt nearly frozen. You turned your pony, with full intent to head back out into the blizzard and look for your love, when one of the watchdwarrow stopped you.

“You’ll freeze out there my lady, as will your pony. Stay and get warm.”

“Aye lass” another said, “Besides, if the Prince’s are out there, her Lady Dís should be informed.”

Ah, that’s right. Dís.

One of the guards led Daisy off to get warm with other animals, while the other led you to Her Ladyship’s tent. He announced your presence, awaited approval, and then lifted the flap of the tent, beckoning you inside before letting it fall behind you.

Dís was a truly stunning Dwarrow, even for her age, with long black raven hair and a beard to match. Some strands were turning silver, much like Thorin’s, and her blue eyes were more piercing than an orc’s. She looked incredibly confused when you walked into her tent.

“Good Mahal lass, what the hell were you doing out in that storm? You must be senseless.” She said, looking up from a book she had been reading and furrowing her brows.

“I was looking for the Prince’s. I should introduce myself, my name is (Y/N).”

Dís’s eyes widened and she stood, showing off quite an impressive height.

“Why would you be looking for my sons out in this storm, (Y/N)?”

“They… Fili left a note this morning, he and Kili were coming to the caravan to see you. The watchdwarrow said they hadn’t arrived.”

The Dwarrowdams jaw went slack for a moment, and then she cursed, banging her hand on a small table that held a bottle of whiskey.

“Foolish boys! Have they no sense? I was to be seeing them in only a few more days, but they could not wait, could they? Och, the beasts!” Dís continued her rant for a while longer, before she turned her gaze back on you.

“And you journeyed out here in the storm?”

“Aye. I could not rest well knowing that they were out in this foul weather. I will be going to head back out to look for them as soon as I’ve warmed up a bit,” you replied, very conscious of the Mother’s piercing stare. She was quiet, until she breathed a worried sigh.

“It’s no use to search out in this weather, lass. Especially at night. Rest here with me, we’ll go searching first thing on the morrow. I must talk with the guards for now, make yourself comfortable, I will return soon.”

And, just like that, Dís left the tent. Her talk was brief, and left you standing dumb in the center of the tent. For some time, you debated on whether or not to go out searching anyways, but the fire was surely inviting, and something in you knew Dís wouldn’t take kindly to you leaving against her wishes.

Your travel bag, heavy and frozen from being exposed to the elements for so long, left your shoulders as you set it down by the entrance. Next came your gloves, and then the outer coat, snow and ice caked on it making your fingers fumble whilst trying to unbutton it. Eventually, it joined your bag, as well as your boots (if you had thought the coat was difficult to get off, the frozen buckles on your boots were torture). After you had stripped the burdensome clothing off, you simply stood in the center of the room, close to the fire. There were blankets nearby, piled near a bedroll, but you dared not touch them, seeing as they belonged to Dís. It was rather awkward, simply sitting in a stranger's (of sorts) quarters, and weren’t sure what to do.

Your eyes did some exploring for you, falling first on the book that Dís had been reading. ‘The Heart of Hrund’. Huh. You recognized the title, from the Great Library, but you knew very little about it. You’d have to read it now. Your eyes then fell to the whiskey bottle. ‘Breaker’s’. Ah. Memories you shared with Kili at the beginning of the journey returned, however hazed they were due to your drunken state. Strong stuff, Breaker’s was. Bofur managed to get his hands on a few bottles from a merchant, and you and Kili had stolen one from him, much to Thorin’s disappointment and Fili’s annoyance (he was upset to be left out of the fun). Your eyes then drifted to a leather-fitted box, beautiful khuzdul runes and designs etched into it, however, before you could get a closer look, footsteps crunched through the snow outside the tent.

Dís and a young dwarrow entered, carrying stew, bread, and a plethora of blankets and pillows.

“Mahal,” Dís started, placing the tray of food down on the little table and grabbing a quilt from the other dwarrow, “Have you just been sitting here freezing? You could have taken a blanket, you know.” She said, wrapping the quilt around your shoulders and moving you to sit down.

“I, er, I didn't want to be rude.” You replied, now sitting cross-legged on the floor. Dís screwed her face at you.

“Lass, it is never considered rude to take a blanket in the cold. Only exception is if someone is already using it.”

You didn’t reply, feeling very uncomfortable social-wise, despite finally starting to warm up physically. Dís grabbed the rest of the supplies from the other dwarrow and nodded at him to leave. As he left the tent, Dís set the other blankets down and started making a bedspace for you near the fire.

“I can help with that,” you said, starting to get up to help.

“Nonsense lass, you get yourself warm.” Dis stood and grabbed the food tray once more. “However, I do request that you eat.” she set the tray down in front of you, and you thanked her, feeling a bit guilty as you started on the stew.

“Uh, have you eaten yet, My Lady?”

Dís scoffed, resuming her work on your bed roll. “Don’t call me that child, call me Amad. I can hardly stand to be addressed in that way by servants, let alone my sons One. But yes, I’ve had my fill.”

Her words shocked you, having only ever heard Fili refer to you as his One. You hardly expected Dís to accept you as Fili’s lover, let alone his One.

“Alright.” You replied, once more feeling dumb and without anything to contribute. So you sat in silence, trying hard not to slurp and watching Dís make up your bed. Eventually, She moved up and away, surveying her work.

“Thank you, that was very kind.” you said. Dís sighed and nodded, sitting down on the other side of the fire. You were quiet once more, and were now re-considering going out to search for Fili and Kili, if only to avoid the discomfort of the situation.

“I hope you are only not talking because of the storm. I expected a much more chatty lass, if i’m being honest.” Dís remarked, eyeing you carefully.

Panic flashed through your eyes as you tried to think of something to say, but Dís let out a soft chuckle before you could make a fool of yourself.

“I’m only joking, child. You needn't be nervous here. Tell me, how was your journey from the mountain to here?”

“Cold,” You blurted out, shuddering as you imagined the wind biting your face. Dís smiled at your bluntness.

“Indeed, I imagine it would be, especially if you’ve been out all day. Tell me, was there any sign of them as you came over?”

You shook your head. “Unfortunately no, I could hardly see past my nose once the snow grew thicker.”

“I swear, those boys will be the death of me,” she muttered.

“Just be glad you weren’t Thorin trying to deal with all three of us,” you said without thinking. Dís locked eyes with you, and then started chuckling.

“I do not envy him, based on what I've read of you three. It seems that you made it your entire purpose to create trouble for my brother dear.”

“Well, we tried to. For the first half of the journey, at least. He was much more willing to withstand our meddling before we crossed the Misty Mountains. Then came the orcs, and goblins, and Mirkwood, Laketown, the dragon… and the battle too.” Your face had fallen whilst you spoke, and Dis reached out her hand to comfort you.

“You mustn't dwell on the hardships of the past, child. It does nothing but cause trouble for the mind. Believe me, I know.”

At that moment, Dís seemed to age very quickly, and the wisdom and experience that this dwarrowdam had became clearer. You knew her story well-enough, from nights Fili had needed to find comfort in you, telling you about his childhood and family. Dís had wed Víli Heptifilissøn, and twelve years after Kili had been born, he had fallen ill from the Black Lung*, and had spent months growing weaker and weaker until he perished. Fili was able to remember the wretched coughing, and his Adad’s ragged breaths, as clearly as the day it happened. It was the reason he refused to go deep into coal mines, or else made up excuses. If those memories still hung onto Fili, you could only imagine how horrible it must have been for Dís, who had to watch her husband suffer such a death. Looking at her now, you never felt more in awe of a single person.

“You speak truly, my Lady-”

She looked at you sharply, but with a twinkle in her eyes.

“-I mean, Amad.”

That satisfied her, and she relaxed her hand away. “I do indeed, child. Never has a lie crossed my lips. Except when I told Thorin that he had a mighty spider in his beard.” You chuckled at that, but it quickly turned to a yawn. Dís raised a brow.

“It’s time for sleep then,” she commented, “I’ll leave you in peace to finish eating, and then it’s straight to bed.” Dís stood and went back to her chair, and resumed her book, leaving you to scoop that last of the stew in your mouth. It was not long before you were warm and cozy in your makeshift bed, and Dís bid you goodnight before blowing out the lanterns.

You woke to shouting. In your groggy state, you couldn’t make out the words, and you blinked in the dim light of the fire.

“What new madness arises?” You heard Dís murmur, followed by the sounds of her fumbling about. The shouting grew nearer. “Are you awake, (Y/N)?”

“Only partly,” you replied, trying to untangle the covers from your legs. You shuddered as the extra warmth left, but hurried to your feet, only stumbling slightly. The noise was becoming considerably louder, and your ears could start to make out the words being yelled.

“Get a healer, lads!”

“He looks frozen stiff!”

“SHOVE OFF! WHERE IS AMAD?” Kili’s furious shout snapped you into alertness. At that moment, Dís was able to find a lantern, and finally the tent’s interior was more visible. The flap in front of the tent lifted, and Kili stumbled in, hair frozen with bits of ice and face bright red. With horror, you realized he was supporting another dwarf who was barely conscious. Fili.

You jumped to your feet and rushed towards your betrothed, supporting his other side and lifting his head. Fili’s lips were tinged blue, and his teeth were chattering bitterly, clacking together in a terrible rhythm. Dís was there not a second after you, and she helped guide you all to lay Fili down in the space you had slept just moments before.

“Strip him down,” Dís commanded, starting to work on his boots. You followed her orders without hesitation, helping Kili with Fee’s coat. It didn’t take too long for the three of you to undress him to his underclothes, and you winced when you saw his shoulder looked… definitely not normal. Dís pressed on it gently, and Fili made a weak groan that twisted at your heart.

“He fell off his pony,” Kili said.

“Of course he did. Kili, fetch a healer.” The younger prince sprang up, filled with energy even after being out in a blizzard for nearly an entire day. But he was hardly at the entrance when a grizzled old dwarrow entered, a satchel in hand and a hard look set in his features.

‘‘Hanarr,” Dís welcomed, nodding her head. The old dwarf grunted in acknowledgement before kneeling down by Fili’s shoulder, feeling along the bone. He grunted once more, before looking up at Kili.

“Hold down right here lad,” Hanarr instructed, moving Kili’s hands to rest on Fili’s other shoulder and chest. “Right, hold it firm.”

Hanarr outstretched Fili’s other arm, and began to move it towards his head. A click sounded, and Fili called out, however weakly. His shoulder looked back to normal again, and Hanarr quickly folded his arm against his chest, before searching through his medical pack and pulling out a sling.

“Sit him up, lad.” the healer instructed Kili. He propped Fili up against his side, and this time, Fili held his own head up, his gaze landing on you. Confusion flitted across his nearly-frostbitten features, and he mumbled your name despite of his state.

But Hanarr was upon him again, and soon the sling was fastened to his arm, and the Healer was moving his legs so that they were tucked against his chest. He addressed Kili once more, “Get rid of yer tunic, and stay close to yer brother” and then turned towards you, “do the same, but mind his shoulder lassie.” Without hesitation, you followed his command and soon Fili was sandwiched between yourself and Kili. Dís (with the permission of Hanarr), wrapped several blankets around the three of you, and soon set to work on making some tea. Hanarr presented her with a root of ginger, and, after seeing that all that could be done was done, decided to take his leave.

“He should be fine in a few hours, I'll come back to check on him soon. Keep him awake.” were his final words before departing.

The silence that followed his departure was intense, interrupted only by the sound of the fire, the kettle, and a knife. Dís was the first to speak.

“I would have your hides, if I was not so glad to see you again.” She said in a low voice as she shredded the ginger.

“I’m sorry Amad,” Kili said, eyeing the movement of his Amad’s knife, “Patience has never been my strong suit.”  Beside you, Fili shifted and rested his forehead against your temple.

“Indeed not,” Dís replied, her voice heating like the water she was boiling, “How did you convince your brother to join you in this endeavor?” Fili moved again, this time nuzzling his face into your neck and hair, his nose startlingly cold.

“Who said it was my idea?” Kili argued. However, Dís turned her glare on him, and He flushed and murmured, “he wanted to see you too, it didn’t take much to convince him.”

“(Y/N)” Fili said, drawing the attention away from arguing. “ ‘m tired.” He let his head rest heavy against your shoulder, and you (reluctantly) moved him away.

“You must wait to sleep, Kidhuzel,” You said, bringing your hand up to brush his hair away from his face. He opened his eyes wider, in sheer betrayal. You could have smiled, knowing Fili’s tendency to become unreasonably cross when denied sleep, but instead you kissed his cheek.

“Your Amad is making tea for you, and when you drink it, you’ll warm right up.” The blond prince’s eyes dropped once more and he tried moving back to the crook of your neck, only to be refused a second time.

“ I’d prefer Ale,” He muttered bitterly. At this, you did allow yourself to smile.

“Not a chance. Your heart might stop.” He grumbled and detached his uninjured arm from Kili, taking your hand and squeezing it with what feeble strength that had returned to his veins.

“It won’ stop as long as you’re ‘ere.”

Kili snorted, but was silenced as Dís sent him another glare, and you laughed softly, shaking your head and squeezing his hand back.

“If it worked that way, then I would gladly give you the finest Ale, however, I do believe tea would be a better option.”

When the tea was ready, you helped Fili to drink it. At first, the prince had winced at the heat, but soon he drank it gladly, becoming more alive with each sip. You sensed Dís watching you and Fili carefully, but brushed it off, telling yourself she was only concerned for Fili, not observing how you interacted. A small part of you that wouldn’t be silenced said it was both. Soon the mug was empty, and it had apparently helped Fili along much more than you anticipated, and soon he had detached himself completely from his brother and was pulling you closer.

“Careful of your shoulder,” you reminded him.

“ ‘s fine.” He replied, pressing flush against you. His skin had already warmed, thus proving the hardiness and hot blood of dwarrow. Kili scooted away, seeing that he was no longer needed, readjusted the furs covering yourself and his brother, and pulled his tunic back on. Dís immediately walked over and threw another fur across his shoulders, and pulled him into a tight hug, which he returned just as tightly. You averted your eyes when Kili started to sniff and tremble.

“I missed you,” he said.

“And I as well, inùdoy” Mother and son stayed in once another’s embrace, until she drew away and made him drink his fill of ginger tea as well.

A half hour later, you were struggling to keep Fili’s eyes open, and Kili had already crashed on Dís’s bedroll. The dwarrowdam herself grew impatient for Hanarr’s return, and had gone out searching for him. She reentered the tent with him not ten minutes later, and Hanarr (as grumpy and irritable as he was, he was an excellent healer), inspected Fili. Truly, your prince was proof that dwarves were nothing more than portable furnaces, and his temperature was more or less back to normal. He still was a bit out of it, but it was nothing a good night’s sleep wouldn’t fix. Soon Hanarr declared that it was safe for Fili to sleep, and almost immediately, the blond sank into your bedroll and began to snore.

Diís left after Hanarr, telling you to rest and call her if need be. You didn’t question where she was going, and she did not share it with you.

However tired and exhausted you were, sleep would not come. You sat in front of the fire for hours, feeding it and stoking it, keeping your mind entertained with the images dancing in the flames.

You had just finished adding another log to the fire, when a hand lightly gripped your wrist.

“Ghivashel” Fili said faintly. Your head turned towards him, and you smiled despite all things; for while Fili’s face was still red, his hair undone, and his eyes bleary, he was alive and conscious.

“Khuzd allakhul” you scolded, bending down to lean your forehead against his, “What sort of prince are you, to go out in the snow and frighten your lover?” You kissed his lips softly before drawing away just enough to wait for his answer.

“A very foolish prince indeed,” He murmured, his hand on your wrist pulling you back towards him. “But what sort of lover are you, to worry so greatly and come after me in the snow?”

“A very devoted lover, who has half a mind to leave now that you’ve insulted my care of you.” Fili’s eyes widened and he summoned his strength to pull you down, nestled in his side.

“Forgive me, I was not thinking of insulting you, amrâlimê. I just don’t want to see you suffer for my sake. Menu Tessu.” He said, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. The beads on his mustache braids still felt frozen, but his lips were warm. You smiled and took his hand, entwining your fingers together.

“All is forgiven. So long as you won’t do anything as stupid as that ever again.” you replied. Fili sighed and kissed the side of your mouth.

“I shall try my very hardest not to.”

“That isn’t very reassuring.”

“Then you must forgive me once more, for I cannot make such bold promises whilst Kili remains my brother.”

You both chuckled at this, before settling into comfortable silence. Slowly, your eyes began to drop, the crackling of the fire and the steady rhythm of Fili’s breath making it harder and harder to evade sleep. The fact that the lion prince had begun to rub circles into your shoulder with his thumb wasn’t helping. After the third time you startled yourself awake, Fili’s voice was near your ear.

“You can sleep now, Amralime. I won’t be going anywhere.”

His words were nothing short of a spell, and in less than a minute, your eyes closed and sleep overtook you, a comforting, dreamless sleep, the best kind.

When next you woke, indeed, Fili was still right next to you, awake, but only just. He was blinking the sleep away, and you suspected that his movements had been what had woken yourself. Cold winter light was shining through the tent flaps, cutting like a blade through the warm glow that filled the inside, and a conversation was taking place.

“We left in the wee hours, m’lady, just before dawn. You can imagine the state Thorin was in when he heard that the entire future of Erebor was out in the snow.” The voice of Dwalin more than successfully brought you to awakeness, and you sat up, looking around for the source of his voice.

“Indeed, I imagine he would be weathering the floors with pacing. I expect we’ll be leaving soon, no?” Now Dís spoke, and by this point, you and Fili had turned behind you to see the pair talking over mugs of mulled wine. Kili was also there, however, he was still dreaming on Dís’s previous sleeping roll, limbs sprawled out wide and mouth hung open almost comically.

“Aye, as soon as these three are dressed and ready.” Dwalin said, turning his gaze onto you and Fili, brow raised and the slightest of smiles on his warrior face. “What a lot of worry you and your brother had us in,” he continued, addressing Fili specifically, “I swear to Mahal, you’ve no idea what sort of panic you caused. Course, when yeh come back with your shoulder like that, everyone’ll be doting on yeh. ‘The poor heir who got caught in a blizzard trying to see his Amad’, not ‘the fucking idiot who didn’t have any patience and went out in the night despite knowing there was a storm brewin’.” But all while saying this, there was humor and relief in the warrior's voice, betraying how glad he felt that the boys were not frozen under three feet of ice and snow.

“Both versions are correct,” Fili pointed out, his voice still croaky from sleep.

“Aye, but only the first version will get told.” Dwalin replied, to which you laughed. He turned his focus to you now. “Don’t think you’re innocent lass, Thorin nearly had a heart-attack when we couldn’t find you. Both the heirs missin’ was bad enough, but the lady who’ll be adding to the heirs disappearing made it all worse.”

“Och, Dwalin, she had a noble cause to come out in the snow, you needn’t blame her for anything.” Dís said, coming to your aid.

“Was our cause not noble and justified?” Kili’s voice piped up. The Prince's eyes were hardly opened, but he was more than ready to defend himself from accusations.

“Not when you were to be seeing me in less than a week. If I was able to refrain myself from going out into a blizzard in the late hours, you should have been able to as well.” Dís retorted. A sour expression crossed Kili’s face, but he dared not argue with his Amad.

“Right then,” Dwalin said, “Get yourselves up an’ ready, we’ve not much daylight left to get back to Erebor.”

*Black Lung: Coal miner’s pneumonia. 

Kidhuzel: Gold of Gold

Inùdoy: Son

Ghivashel: Treasure of Treasures

Khuzd allakhul: Stupid Dwarf

Menu Tessu: You mean everything to me

(part three will be out soon)

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hc of amy having a bad day and struggling with mac? say he’s very clingy or also upset

Guess what, this accidentally turned into a fic too. And it kinda shifted into 'Jake and Amy having a bad day and struggling with Mac for very different reasons'... I hope you still like it!

(read it on AO3)

It had become evident pretty early on that when Mac got sick, he gravitated towards Amy much more. Sure, Jake was also sometimes good for snotty cuddles and cough-soothing baths, but at some point he would call for his mom, or whine and spread his arms towards her with his legs kicking in frustration, and it said a lot about how much Jake has grown that he didn't even hesitate to hand him over without acting hurt. Maybe the blissful calm washing over Mac's face as soon as Amy was hugging him helped with that, too. It was such a wonderful thing to see after hours of crying, coughing, sneezing, whining and general sad pouting that only a Peralta-baby is capable of, Jake barely had the energy to worry about how it felt to be so blatantly rejected by his little boy.

It'd also become evident that Mac’s clingy phase had started a bit earlier than most of their parenting books prophesied. If Amy was home, he wanted to be on her lap, or in her arms, or wrapping his little arms around her leg as she tried to work in the kitchen. Jake got “NO!”ed and waved away far more often than he was asked for a hug himself, and again, it took a lot of newfound maturity not to let that get to him - and maybe he did not have enough of that yet, because it absolutely got to him in quieter moments.

(He knew it’d pass, like any phase in a toddler’s life passes at some point. Like the phase of Mac refusing anything but that one specific carrot puree passed, or the phase of him being unable to sleep anywhere except cuddled in between them, waking up as soon as they tried to carry him back to his own bed.)

The real trouble starts when both these situations collide.

-*-

Mac woke them up at 4:30 sharp, two hours before Amy’s first alarm, crying so hard it almost sounded like screaming. When Jake tiptoed into the nursery, he had to ignore the frustrated shouts of Nonono and Mamam that he was almost used to by now, to actually check what was wrong. Probably another ear infection, he realised after seeing the symptoms they’d become very familiar with during the last time they’d battled through one of those. They had to bring him to the doctor to be sure, but he already knew they were looking forward to at least two days of unsoothable crying and fussing.

He also knew that things would be hell for Amy.

In theory, it would make far more sense for him to call in sick to take care of Mac. As much as he loved his detective work, the simple fact that his wife outranked him (and thus outdid him in both salary and responsibilities, obviously) meant that if one of them had to take a few days off, it should be him first and foremost. In practice, however, Mac was going to be even more insufferable than just from his sickness if left alone with him at the moment. He was still crying for Amy as Jake lifted him out of the cot - he would be screaming bloody murder if she closed the door of the apartment behind her.

“Earache?” Amy asked already as Jake stepped back into the bedroom, Mac’s wailing lessening only slightly as he stretched his arms out toward her. She pulled him to her as Jake sighed and nodded.

“I think so. I’ll take him to the doc when they open.” He tried to offer, but he knew Amy would refuse it anyway.

“No, I can do it. I’ll call in sick - you get back to sleep for work.”

“I’ll try.” He sighed again as he dropped onto his back while Amy was sitting up to sway Mac, who’d actually quieted down into little sobs and sniffles in her arms. “I’m sorry, Ames.”

“It’s nobody’s fault he’s sick, especially not yours.”

“Yeah, but I wish I could help more. If he wasn’t- you know.”

“I know.” Amy let her free hand not holding Mac drift through Jake’s sleep-messy curls. She knew that, as much as he tried to pretend it wasn’t bothering him, he secretly hated the thought of his son rejecting him in any way, even if it was as nonsensical as a clingy toddler phase.

Luckily it didn’t take long for him to actually fall back asleep with her hand in his hair, and she carefully wiggled out of bed to let him rest while settling down with a still crying Mac in his nursery rocking chair.

-*-

They got to get ready together as they usually did in the morning, at least - even if Amy was only getting dressed to drive to the pediatrician and straight back again. She’d already called Holt and explained the situation before Jake handed her a mug of coffee, and Mac had been, at the least, not crying for the last ten minutes while sitting in his playpen in the living room. Maybe things wouldn’t be as bad as last time.

“I can pick up whatever the doc prescribes on my lunch break.” Jake smiled at her, ruefully, and she considered telling him again that it was okay, that she could do it - but something told her to keep her options of at least a few minutes not alone with a sick toddler open.

She desperately needed that option when lunchtime came around.

Doctor Maurice had quickly confirmed their suspicions and told her that there wasn’t much more they could do than wait it out, keep an eye on his fever and medicate with ibuprofen and warm compresses. Not that any of that had helped. When Mac wasn’t crying, he was screaming, and when he wasn’t screaming, he wanted to be close to her, but he couldn’t lie down without the pain getting worse, so simply plonking down on the couch with him was out of the question. She’d let him breastfeed far more than had been their norm now that he was slowly getting weaned, because it seemed to give him some relief at least, as well as quieting him for a blissful moment. But then the infection had travelled to his stomach as well, the same way it had last time, and he staunchly refused any and all food or milk. She’d seriously started considering foregoing the diapers completely and just letting him play in the empty bathtub so she could rinse him off from time to time, because five dirty diapers in under twenty minutes had to be some sort of new record.

So when Jake texted her he was on his way, with a picture of another box of ibuprofen and that herbal steam-bath mix that had helped last time, she sent a silent thank you prayer to anyone who wanted to listen. And she mumbled a not quite as silent thank you against Jake’s lips before he could even get his shoes off at the door.

“I got you one of the good bagel sandwiches for lunch, too.” He said as he hugged her and combed through her messy hair.

“I love you so much.” She hadn’t even realised that the only thing in her stomach so far was still the cup of coffee he’d made her this morning.

He grinned as he put the deli paper bag on the kitchen counter and went over to Mac’s playpen, to say hello to a currently only softly whining toddler smacking an innocent teddy against a pile of soft fabric blocks. Amy followed to wrap her arms around his waist from behind and rest her head against his back, taking in a few deep breaths of Jake, of something that didn’t smell of diarrhea, moist compresses, milk-hiccups and spit up.

“Also Holt gave me an hour for lunch, so if you want to take a nap or something-”

“God.” Amy groaned with pure happiness as Jake turned around in her embrace. “Marry me, Mr. Perfect.”

“Any place, any time, babe.” He kissed the crown of her head while returning her hug, sniffing her hair with a chuckle. “But maybe a shower first before the big day.”

“Rude.” Amy mumbled with her face pressed against his chest. “I rescind the proposal.”

His chuckle turned into a laugh at that, and he slowly unraveled her arms around him. “Nap first, then shower, how’s that sound? Then a bagel. I’ll give Mac his lunch.”

“Good luck with that.” She sighed before giving him another quick kiss and making a beeline for the bedroom.

-*-

She’d hopped straight from bed into the bathroom later, relishing in the feeling of the hot water washing away any aches left over after that much needed nap. Alas, when she stepped out of the oh-so-peaceful bathroom, she was met with a wall of sound.

Mac was wailing, hard, as Jake swayed him back and forth, holding another warm compress against his little ear, and trying to make soothing noises despite the shrill screams of No and MAMA! straight into his face.

“Shsshhshsh, hey, it’s okay, bud, it’s okay. I know you don’t like me much at the moment, but it’s gonna be okay, and mom is coming back soon-”

He stopped as he noticed her stepping into the room, giving her an apologetic smile as she took Mac from him. The wailing turned into regular crying at least, albeit still loud.

“I’m sorry babe - did he wake you up? He won’t eat either.”

“I set an alarm, actually. So you won’t be back late.” Amy sat down on the couch and pulled up her shirt (freshly changed after the shower, and god had that felt good as well). Mac latched onto her breast almost immediately, and a wonderful quiet settled across the room, only his little snuffling and suckling noises breaking through.

Jake’s face was unreadable before he turned towards the kitchen to plate her bagel, but that stoic, almost empty expression told her enough anyway. She grabbed his wrist as he set the plate down on the couch table, pulled softly until he sat down next to her, running her fingers through his hair again to comfort him.

“You know it’s not true, right?”

“Hm?” Jake looked up at her after watching Mac, who finally seemed to calm down completely in her arm, with a vacant look in his eyes.

“It’s not true that he doesn’t like you. He loves you just as much as me. It’s just a difficult phase.”

“I know that.” Jake’s attempt at a smile was still sad enough, and she wiped across the corner of it with the soft tip of her thumb.

“And I love you too. So much.”

“I know that.” And this new smile seemed to turn out right, at least. “You wanna re-marry me, after all.” He teased as he leant his head against her shoulder, looking down at Mac again with a much less forlorn expression.

“Hey, I rescinded that proposal!” She quipped back, falling into their usual banter easily now that she was rested enough and sure that Jake felt better as well. “But I might consider re-re-proposing again if you promise to pick up Polish for dinner.”

“I knew you only wanted me for all the free food delivery.”

“I also need you for other things.” Amy said as she sat up a bit straighter to finish Mac’s feeding, Jake’s head lifting off of her shoulder with the movement. “Like burping your kid. I really don’t want spit-up down this fresh shirt.”

“Aye aye, Sergeant.” Jake joked, already scrabbling for the burp cloth thrown over the armchair next to them and taking Mac out of her arms.

She watched him as he expertly settled the little, squirming bundle against his chest, the swaying and patting motion almost second nature by now, ducking his head down for a quick sniff of that perfect toddler hair scent. He’d have to leave for the precinct soon enough, and she certainly wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the afternoon probably being a reprise of her entire morning, and she didn’t even want to think about the night or next day to come.

Life with a toddler was unpredictable. Almost nothing was in her control anymore. But, as she’d learned over the years, as long as she was with the right people, she could handle anything. And Jake Peralta proved, again and again, that he was the right person for her.

[hangmans-horror]

some lotf boys’ hogwarts houses

maurice = hufflepuff - he’s fiercely loyal to his friends (think jack, roger, and robert), enough to stand by them even when things get iffy. can be seen as hardworking, given that he doesn’t complain and doesn’t earn anything beyond friendly teasing from jack. all-around good natured, which is associated with hufflepuffs although it isn’t an actual trait of theirs.

jack = slytherin - while he could easily be a gryffindor, jack fits into slytherin best in my opinion on the point of fraternity. slytherins value self-preservation and fraternity above most other things, and jack shows a natural affinity for these things

roger = HUFFLEPUFF. - roger’s loyalty to and respect for jack came first over everything else he did. after the rock scene, as all the kids are described as being terrified of him, he’s said to carefully inch around jack to avoid knocking into him. he has an unwavering respect for jack that doesn’t go away even when he’s made everyone else fear him more than they do jack. plus hardworking. isnt “generally good natured” but not all hufflepuffs are (think hannah abbott and ernie macmillan) — hufflepuffs are known to hold grudges and stand by their friends so fiercely they can be rude and exclusionary. that’s roger.

simon = gryffindor. - he’s the bravest kid in the book. he wonders the forest alone, and after the incident with the lord of the flies, he runs through the forest alone in the dark to find jack and the other kids. he was truly brave at his core and i stand by that.

[365days365movies]

January 14, 2021: GoldenEye (1995) (Part 1)

He’s suave. He’s sophisticated. He’s spy. He’s...

The late, great Sean Connery. 

Ignoring the less then savory aspects of his personality (AKA the Barbara Walters interview...both of them), Connery is undoubtedly the most famous Scottish actor of all time. Sorry, Whovians, I love David Tennant, too. But Connery’s got him beat. He’s been in so many iconic films and roles, his influence is undeniable. But most famous of all is his turn as Agent 007, the man himself, James Bond.

I’ve seen all of Connery’s original Bond films (not counting Never Say Never Again), and my favorite is Goldfinger, in case you were wondering. But outside of that...I haven’t seen any Bond movies. Since him, the character’s been played by David Niven, George Lazenby (now THAT’S an interesting story, lemme tell you), Roger Moore, Timothy Dalton, and the two I’ll be looking at this month: Pierce Brosnan and Daniel Craig.

I’ll be looking at Brosnan tomorrow, in Casino Royale. But today, I’m looking at arguably the third most-famous Bond, Pierce Brosnan, in one of the most famous modern Bond movies, GoldenEye.

Also, yeah, never played the game I KNOW IT WAS A ‘90S CLASSIC I WASN’T ALLOWED TO HAVE VIDEO GAMES. 

So, what to expect from a Bond film? Well, I’ve got a checklist here, hold on...HERE we go:

Gadgets

Girls

Good-for-Nothings

...Good music?

I’m feeling a little alliterative of late. But, yeah, looking for the Bond Girl, looking for cool gadgets, looking for dastardly villains, and listening for the theme song for the film. Got my list set, and expectations are set to Connery levels. Let’s do this, shall we?

Recap

We start at a dam in Russia. Bond James Bond (Pierce Brosnan) is infiltrating the dam, and we get our gadgets checked off right away, as he whips out an acetylene torch. He barges in on a guy in the bathroom (rude, and awkward), then meets up with Alec, AKA Agent 006 (Sean “he dies, he’s the villain, or he’s the villain who dies” Bean).

Yeah, calling it now, Alec here’s gonna die, or he’s the villain, or he’s the villain who’s gonna die. It’s Sean Bean. More importantly, it’s Sean Bean in the ‘90s. There are very few options for him. Anyway, the Russians try to stop them from blowing up the plant, and...well, Alec’s being held hostage. Yyyyyyup. And he gets shot?

I don’t know how...but I’m betting that he’s still the villain. He’s Sean Bean. C’mon. He doesn’t die this early in a movie.

The unambiguously evil Russian general (hey, the Cold War just ended) almost get Bond, but he escapes in typical Bond fashion. They chase after him, and Bond chases an airplane. How, do you ask? I WILL FUCKING SHOW YOU HOW.

WHAT??? WHAT??? Physics just broke, and Issac Newton just tunneled to China. And then the facility blows up.

And THEN the opening begins. Let’s hear the Bond song and check out the opening.

...WOW. Just...I mean...OK, so Bond songs. From the first Bond movie, Dr. No, up until the one before this one, Licence to Kill, the intros were designed and directed by Maurice Binder. They were all composed of silhouetted women, often against colorful backgrounds, and almost always nude or skimpily dressed. There would often be themes or objects seen in the film itself, and sometimes actual scenes, often projected onto women themselves. They all definitely had a similar feel and style. And then, Binder sadly passed away in 1991.

Enter Daniel Kleinman. This is Kleinman’s first take, and this is also the first movie to use CGI. While it’s not terribly obvious or gaudy in the film proper, Kleinman uses this new technology to make this intro SURREAL AS HELL. It expresses the film’s connection to the fall of Soviet Russia, and a post-Cold War society. And is does that in a pretty obvious, if abstract and dramatic, manner. And honestly, on retospect...yeah. It definitely works. Even the song, which is sung by Tina Turner and written by Bono (yes, really), works well by itself, and in my opinion, better when with the actual film. So, crazy and weird as this sequence it...kinda grew on me. I like it! Weird, but I like it a lot.

We cut to nine years later, with Bond taking a woman on a drive/race on a cliffside highway with...well, there’s our Bond girl! This is Famke Jannsen, playing...Xenia Onatopp.

Yes. Really. Oh boy. We aren’t being even slightly subtle about this, huh.

The woman in the car demands him to stop, and they make out, as one would expect. That night, he heads to a party, as James Bond does. At the party, James enters a card game with Xenia. Again...as James Bond does. This is immediately followed by him hitting on Xenia, ordering a vodka martini (shaken not stirred), introducing himself as “Bond, James Bond,” commenting on the Bond Girl’s name, and saying suave shit. 

HOLY SHIT THAT SENTENCE ALONE HAPPENED WITHIN 1 MINUTE OF SCREEN TIME

Look, movie, when you got a Bond...you gotta space that shit out. Ration it a little bit, not front load all of it WITHIN FIVE MINUTES AFTER THE OPENING’S FINISHED. It’s like giving someone a beer, and then they EAT THE FRIDGE.

Jesus. OK, Miss Moneypenny (Samantha...Bond, that’s neat!) gives Bond some information, tells him not to have sex with Xenia until they tell him to (yes, really), and then say’s that she trusts he’ll say…”On-a-Topp of things.”

YES. REALLY.

Speaking of Xenia, she’s with an Admiral, having the most TERRIFYING sex I’ve ever seen in a movie. And I’m legit not sure if he survived after it. Like, real talk, it was...frightening. Somebody steals his ID, real nonchalant like, and we cut to the next morning, after his maybe-death? James makes it onto the yacht the next morning (they were on a yacht, by the way), planning on getting some information.

Meanwhile, the ID is used by...someone...to get into a leader of global military leaders. Pretty sure the Admiral got Kegel’d to death; not even joking, it’s a real possibility, and I am shaken AND stirred. And so was the Admiral.

See? Toldja.

Looks like their unveiling a new tactical helicopter, the Tiger. However, the pilots are shot by Xenia and someone else, and they take their place, stealing the helicopter. Bond tries to stop it...even though there’s literally no way he could’ve known they were going to steal the helicopter? I mean, I guess you could assume that, but...I dunno, it’s a stretch.

Meanwhile, in Siberia, a group of radar analysts or some such, where we meet Boris (Alan Cumming, who I feel like I never see play an actual Welsh person...or in a good movie) and Natalya (Izabella Scorupco). Boris is a thirsty computer nerd who hacks the US government for fun (because ‘90s nerds in movies were basically only this), and Natalya puts up with him.

The Tiger helicopter arrives, carrying Xenia and the General (Gottfried John, by the way) from the dam 9 years ago. They show up here, seeking something. Xenia shoots up the place, killing everybody except Natalya (and maybe Boris, since we didn’t see him die). Xenia, by the way, appears to be a straight sadist, enjoying inflicting pain on unsuspecting victims. The two leave, getting what they came for.

London! James Bond returns to MI6 headquarters, and meets his secretary Miss Moneypenny, who calls him the fuck OUT. She is my favorite character now.

MI6 has intercepted a distress call from the station in Siberia, and found the helicopter. The mission is heard by both Bond and M (Dame Judi Dench herself, pre-Cats). Meanwhile, the base in Siberia is hit an electromagnetic pulse originating from an orbiting satellite, which causes EVERYTHING to explode. Pretty sure that’s not what EMPs do, but why not? Suspension of disbelief. 

Natalya’s still alive in there, by the way. And she’s not having a great day. You know those work days, right? Your coworkers are all dead, your equipment and office space explode, you’re trapped in a burning building, two American jets get hit by an EMP and crash into the building. Mondays, amirite?

And in case literally everything didn’t make it clear by now, this is a Cold War movie, taking place after the Cold War was concluded. See, the McGuffin for this film (it’s a Bond film, it’s kind of a requirement) is Project GoldenEye, a nuclear weapon meant to detonate in the upper atmosphere, creating an EMP. The weapon was developed during the Cold War, and has now been stolen by the Janus Crime Syndicate, whose heads include Xenia Onatopp. General Ourmunov is also suspected to be a part of it.

This information all comes out during an exposition speech, as is standard for a Bond movie. But after that speech...OH...OH, it’s so good. See, up until now, Miss Moneypenny was really the only major female recurring supporting character in Bond’s life. But we’ve flipped the script, having M played by Dame Judi Dench. And lemme tell ya...what follows is Dench REAMING BOND THE FUCK OUT. And it’s glorious.

Mind changed, M is now my favorite character. She tells him what’s what, then gives him his mission: get GoldenEye back.

We finally get our big gadgets showcase, as we see...Q (Desmond Llewelyn)! First introduced in From Russia With Love in 1963, Q is the MI6’s spy gadget man, and has been played by Llewelyn since then! He’s the only remaining cast member from the original Connery films, and it’s awesome to see him here! He’s been in more James Bond movies than anyone else, at 17. Sadly, he died in 1999, but it’s still cool to see him! We get cool gadgets, of course, including a pen grenade, a car with missiles behind the headlights, a leather belt with a grapple, a LOT of shit in the background, and a missile hidden in a leg cast and wheelchair. This is such a funny sequence, and absolutely the best scene in the movie so far, holy shit. More of THAT, please.

Meanwhile, in St. Petersburg, the General finds out that Natalya is alive, as well as Boris being missing. Calling it now, he’s been taken by Janus, or he’s working with them. Bond arrives and meets up with CIA Agent Jack Wade (Joe Don Baker), whom I also really like. He’s had enough of Bond’s spy bullshit, and he cuts to the point. He also identifies himself by showing a rose tattoo with the name of his ex-wife, Muffy. Yes, really.

Bond meets up with a Russian gangster whom he has a...pre-existing relationship with. Apparently, he shot him in the knee, then slept with his wife. You stay classy, Jimmy. You stay classy. This man is Valentin Zukovsky (Robbie Coltrane), an ex-KGB agent and current gang leader. He tells him that the head of Janus is descended from Cossacks, a group of Russians that worked for the Nazis in World War II.

Natalya finds a way to contact Boris over the internet, who tells her to trust no one, and sets up a meeting with her at a church. This is, of course, a trap, as Boris is working with Janus. Xenia, for her part as a Bond Girl, does her duty and finds James to have sex with. Xenia, it should be noted, is ABSOLUTELY THE FREAKIEST of the Bond Girls. Like, Goddamn is she kinky, you have no idea. Like...is this sex or a fight scene? The film genuinely can’t decide.

Bond forces Xenia to take him to the head of Janus, who’s in a Soviet statuary of some kind. And who’s waiting there but…

Yup. Called it.

See you (and Sean “died, but didn’t die, and is a villain, but is still gonna die” Bean) in Part 2!

[socksandbuttons]

The Steve? :D

How I feel about this character: MY BOY MY SON!!!!! I LOVE HIM AND HAVE TON OF AUS AND CONTENT I DONT THINK I HAVE SPARED ANYONE MY THOUGHTS ON MY BOY. Especially being 100 and how I just think it makes sense and would add more depth on the converation of decom and how it effects people and their behaviors without signifcant memories of something that was a good part of your childhood and shaped a part of you now being not there? I know hes the Teen Leader, but also I think he just has the feeling of it being right and looking out for others (in this case his own teens). Unfortunately for everyone I think the dad friend thus constantly having being a big brother figure, which in a way is part of how he was as 100. One of the few things that wouldnt be fully removed from his personality. He embraces this in his own way. I absolutely love that the rainbowmonkey website mentions him being Dangerous depsite us on seeing him once (and it was a good plan! it worked but also they too wouldve benefitted from the treaty... tho something i think He’d actually consider during GKND given like.. all that). I do think if he was Recommissioned, he’d be okay with everything. I mean one, it was his choice, two its in one way still there for others and leading them, three literally just at peace with himself after like five minutes of running thru everything and going ‘well this is fine’ panic. RIP chad and cree tho. def not something theyd handle with ease if they found that out. I dont think this would last long for him tho cause he cant be KND and Teen Leader. That doesnt make too much sense, so either he steps down from leadership, turns around the Ninjas or gets decomed again. Depends on the AU and situation that brought him back. In a way does have an irony to his character as The Steve, as 100 he saw decom as something that made sense and of course operatives setting an example have to go thru (versus chad who didnt and may have caused a surge of runners), where as Steve sees the OTHER side of this where teens are left running and looking to keep something they obviously valued, their own memories. SO he doesn’t see decom as nessacary and probably dumb of the KND to do. Something Cree agrees with but also the irony of it. RecomSteve would realize this too.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: CREE. And thats about it. Most characters in canon are younger than him and also gives me bad vibes when i literally see him as dad friend. So uh. Yeah. (He is Pan, he’s in love with Cree who is Bi.)

My non-romantic OTP for this character: The Squad. So like Chad, Maurice, Cree, Justin, and Stacey! I love the squad and I love Destinys blog and discussions on them! (AND AMAZING HEADCANONS i loved the Justin being left in charge cause Steve felt he had leader qualities!)

My unpopular opinion about this character:  We don’t wanna get into this too far. For my sake we’ll say I’ve mentioned already.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.: JUST MORE STEVE WOULDVE NICE!!!! WE ONLY GOT ONE EPISODE! ANd he never showed up in INTERVIEWS??? Rude. I would love a more prominant role if he was in GKND. So far, my friends and I have a ton of stuff on him. Oh shit i didnt even get into fusionfall steve. OH WELL ANOTHER TIME. Ya’ll can find my posts on that.