#A Fawful with a gun is a good Fawful

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Fawful Month day 17: 🍭Sweet Dreams

"Good night. Fawful is wishing you dreams of sweetness!"

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The Brass Bottle 1964 I Dream Of Jeannie 1965–1970) I Dream Of Jeannie… Fifteen Years Later (1985)

EPISODE

Season 1

disc 1

S01E01 Matt Gets It 1950

S01E02 Hot Spell 1950

S01E03 Word of Honor 1950

S01E04 Home Surgery 1950

S01E05 Obie Tater 1950

S01E06 Night Incident 1950

disc 2

S01E07 Smoking Out the Nolans 1950

S01E08 Kite's Reward 1950

S01E09 The Hunter 1950

S01E10 The Queue 1950

S01E11 General Parsley Smith 1950

S01E12 Magnus 1950

disc 3

S01E13 Reed Survives 1950

S01E14 Professor Lute Bone 1950

S01E15 No Handcuffs 1950

S01E16 Reward for Matt 1950

S01E17 Robin Hood 1950

S01E18 Yorky 1950

disc 4

S01E19 20-20 1950

S01E20 Reunion '78 1950

S01E21 Helping Hand 1950

S01E22 Tap Day for Kitty 1950

S01E23 Indian Scout 1950

S01E24 The Pest Hole 1950

S01E25 The Big Broad 1950

disc 5

S01E26 Hack Prine 1950

S01E27 Cooter 1950

S01E28 The Killer 1950

S01E29 Doc's Revenge 1950

S01E30 The Preacher 1950

S01E31 How to Die for Nothing 1950

S01E32 Dutch George 1950

disc 6

S01E33 Prairie Happy 1950

S01E34 Chester's Mail Order Bride 1950

S01E35 The Guitar 1950

S01E36 Cara 1950

S01E37 Mr. and Mrs. Amber 1950

S01E38 Unmarked Grave 1950

S01E39 Alarm at Pleasant Valley 1950

Season 2

disc 1

S02E01 Cow Doctor 1950

S02E02 Brush at Elkader 1950

S02E03 Custer 1950

S02E04 The Round Up 1950

S02E05 Young Man with a Gun 1950

S02E06 Indian White 1950

S02E07 How to Cure a Friend 1950

disc 2

S02E08 Legal Revenge 1950

S02E09 The Mistake 1950

S02E10 Greater Love 1950

S02E11 No Indians 1950

S02E12 Spring Term 1950

S02E13 Poor Pearl 1950

S02E14 Cholera 1950

disc 3

S02E15 Pucket's New Year 1950

S02E16 The Cover Up 1950

S02E17 Sins of the Father 1950

S02E18 Kick Me 1950

S02E19 Executioner 1950

S02E20 Gone Straight 1950

disc 1

S02E21 Bloody Hands 1950

S02E22 Skid Row 1950

S02E23 Sweet and Sour 1950

S02E24 Cain 1950

S02E25 Bureaucrat 1950

S02E26 Last Fling 1950

disc 2

S02E27 Chester's Murder 1950

S02E28 The Photographer 1950

S02E29 Wrong Man 1950

S02E30 Big Girl Lost 1950

S02E31 What the Whiskey Drummer Heard 1950

S02E32 Cheap Labor 1950

S02E33 Moon 1950

disc 3

S02E34 Who Lives by the Sword 1950

S02E35 Uncle Oliver 1950

S02E36 Daddy-O 1950

S02E37 The Man Who Would Be Marshal 1950

S02E38 Liar from Blackhawk 1950

S02E39 Jealousy 1950

Season 3

disc 1

S03E01 Crack-Up 1950

S03E02 Gun for Chester 1950

S03E03 Blood Money 1950

S03E04 Kitty's Outlaw 1950

S03E05 Potato Road 1950

S03E06 Jesse 1950

S03E07 Mavis McCloud 1950

disc 2

S03E08 Born to Hang 1950

S03E09 Romeo 1950

S03E10 Never Pester Chester 1950

S03E11 Fingered 1950

S03E12 How to Kill a Woman 1950

S03E13 Cows and Cribs 1950

disc 3

S03E14 Doc's Reward 1950

S03E15 Kitty Lost 1950

S03E16 Twelfth Night 1950

S03E17 Joe Phy 1950

S03E18 Buffalo Man 1950

S03E19 Kitty Caught 1950

disc 1

S03E20 Claustrophobia 1950

S03E21 Ma Tennis 1950

S03E22 Sunday Supplement 1950

S03E23 Wild West 1950

S03E24 The Cabin 1950

S03E25 Dirt 1950

S03E26 Dooley Surrenders 1950

disc 2

S03E27 Joke's on Us 1950

S03E28 Bottleman 1950

S03E29 Laughing Gas 1950

S03E30 Texas Cowboys 1950

S03E31 Amy's Good Deed 1950

S03E32 Hanging Man 1950

S03E33 Innocent Broad 1950

disc 3

S03E34 The Big Con 1950

S03E35 Widow's Mite 1950

S03E36 Chester's Hanging 1950

S03E37 Carmen 1950

S03E38 Overland Express 1950

S03E39 The Gentleman 1950

Season 4

disc 1

S04E01 Matt for Murder 1950

S04E02 The Patsy 1950

S04E03 Gunsmuggler 1950

S04E04 Monopoly 1950

S04E05 Letter of the Law 1950

S04E06 Thoroughbreds 1950

S04E07 Stage Hold-Up 1950

disc 2

S04E08 Lost Rifle 1950

S04E09 Land Deal 1950

S04E10 Lynching Man 1950

S04E11 How to Kill a Friend 1950

S04E12 Grass 1950

S04E13 The Cast 1950

disc 3

S04E14 Robber Bridegroom 1950

S04E15 Snakebite 1950

S04E16 Gypsum Hills Feud 1950

S04E17 Young Love 1950

S04E18 Marshal Proudfoot 1950

S04E19 Passive Resistance 1950

disc 1

S04E20 Love of a Good Woman 1950

S04E21 Jayhawkers 1950

S04E22 Kitty's Rebellion 1950

S04E23 Sky 1950

S04E24 Doc Quits 1950

S04E25 The Bear 1950

S04E26 The Coward 1950

disc 2

S04E27 The F.U. 1950

S04E28 Wind 1950

S04E29 Fawn 1950

S04E30 Renegade White 1950

S04E31 Murder Warrant 1950

S04E32 Change of Heart 1950

S04E33 Buffalo Hunter 1950

disc 3

S04E34 The Choice 1950

S04E35 There Never Was a Horse 1950

S04E36 Print Asper 1950

S04E37 The Constable 1950

S04E38 Blue Horse 1950

S04E39 Cheyennes 1950

Season 5

disc 1

S05E01 Target 1950

S05E02 Kitty's Injury 1950

S05E03 Horse Deal 1950

S05E04 Johnny Red 1950

S05E05 Tail to the Wind 1950

S05E06 Annie Oakley 1950

S05E07 Kangaroo 1950

disc 2

S05E08 Saludos 1950

S05E09 Brother Whelp 1950

S05E10 The Boots 1950

S05E11 Odd Man Out 1950

S05E12 Miguel's Daughter 1950

S05E13 Box o' Rocks 1950

S05E14 False Witness 1950

disc 3

S05E15 Tag, You're It 1950

S05E16 Thick 'n' Thin 1950

S05E17 Groat's Grudge 1960

S05E18 Big Tom 1960

S05E19 Till Death Do Us 1960

S05E20 The Tragedian 1960

disc 1

S05E21 Hinka Do 1960

S05E22 Doc Judge 1960

S05E23 Moo Moo Raid 1960

S05E24 Kitty's Killing 1960

S05E25 Jailbait Janet 1960

S05E26 Unwanted Deputy 1960

S05E27 Where'd They Go 1960

disc 2

S05E28 Crowbait Bob 1960

S05E29 Colleen So Green 1960

S05E30 The Ex-Urbanites 1960

S05E31 I Thee Wed 1960

S05E32 The Lady Killer 1960

S05E33 Gentleman's Disagreement 1960

disc 3

S05E34 Speak Me Fair 1960

S05E35 Belle's Back 1960

S05E36 The Bobsy Twins 1960

S05E37 Old Flame 1960

S05E38 The Deserter 1960

S05E39 Cherry Red 1960

Season 6

disc 1

S06E01 Friend's Pay-Off 1960

S06E02 The Blacksmith 1960

S06E03 Small Water 1960

S06E04 Say Uncle 1960

S06E05 Shooting Stopover 1960

S06E06 The Peace Officer 1960

S06E07 Don Matteo 1960

disc 2

S06E08 The Worm 1960

S06E09 The Badge 1960

S06E10 Distant Drummer 1960

S06E11 Ben Tolliver's Stud 1960

S06E12 No Chip 1960

S06E13 The Wake 1960

S06E14 The Cook 1960

S06E15 Old Fool 1960

S06E16 Brother Love 1960

S06E17 Bad Sheriff 1960

S06E18 Unloaded Gun 1960

S06E19 Tall Trapper 1960

disc 1

S06E20 Love Thy Neighbor 1960

S06E21 Bad Seed 1960

S06E22 Kitty Shot 1960

S06E23 About Chester 1960

S06E24 Harriet 1960

S06E25 Potshot 1960

S06E26 Old Faces 1960

disc 2

S06E27 Big Man 1960

S06E28 Little Girl 1960

S06E29 Stolen Horses 1960

S06E30 Minnie 1960

S06E31 Bless Me Till I Die 1960

S06E32 Long Hours, Short Pay 1960

disc 3

S06E33 Hard Virtue 1960

S06E34 The Imposter 1960

S06E35 Chester's Dilemma 1960

S06E36 The Love of Money 1960

S06E37 Melinda Miles 1960

S06E38 Colorado Sheriff 1960

Season 7

disc 1

S07E01 Perce 1960

S07E02 Old Yellow Boots 1960

S07E03 Miss Kitty 1960

S07E04 Harper's Blood 1960

disc 2

S07E05 All That 1960

S07E06 Long, Long Trail 1960

S07E07 The Squaw 1960

S07E08 Chesterland 1960

disc 3

S07E09 Milly 1960

S07E10 Indian Ford 1960

S07E11 Apprentice Doc 1960

disc 4

S07E12 Nina's Revenge 1960

S07E13 Marry Me 1960

S07E14 A Man a Day 1960

disc 5

S07E15 The Do-Badder 1960

S07E16 Lacey 1960

S07E17 Cody's Code 1960

disc 1

S07E18 Old Dan 1960

S07E19 Catawomper 1960

S07E20 Half Straight 1960

S07E21 He Learned About Women 1960

disc 2

S07E22 The Gallows 1960

S07E23 Reprisal 1960

S07E24 Coventry 1960

S07E25 The Widow 1960

disc 3

S07E26 Durham Bull 1960

S07E27 Wagon Girls 1960

S07E28 The Dealer 1960

disc 4

S07E29 The Summons 1960

S07E30 The Dreamers 1960

S07E31 Cale 1960

disc 5

S07E32 Chester's Indian 1960

S07E33 The Prisoner 1960

S07E34 The Boys 1960

Season 8

disc 1

S08E01 The Search 1960

S08E02 Call Me Dodie 1960

S08E03 Quint Asper Comes Home 1960

S08E04 Root Down 1960

disc 2

S08E05 Jenny 1960

S08E06 Collie's Free 1960

S08E07 The Ditch 1960

S08E08 The Trappers 1960

disc 3

S08E09 Phoebe Strunk 1960

S08E10 The Hunger 1960

S08E11 Abe Blocker 1960

S08E12 The Way It Is 1960

disc 4

S08E13 Us Haggens 1960

S08E14 Uncle Sunday 1960

S08E15 False Front 1960

S08E16 Old Comrade 1960

disc 5

S08E17 Louie Pheeters 1960

S08E18 The Renegades 1960

S08E19 Cotter's Girl 1960

disc 1

S08E20 The Bad One 1960

S08E21 The Cousin 1960

S08E22 Shona 1960

S08E23 Ash 1960

disc 2

S08E24 Blind Man's Bluff 1960

S08E25 Quint's Indian 1960

S08E26 Anybody Can Kill a Marshal 1960

S08E27 Two of a Kind 1960

disc 3

S08E28 I Call Him Wonder 1960

S08E29 With a Smile 1960

S08E30 The Far Places 1960

S08E31 Panacea Sykes 1960

disc 4

S08E32 Tell Chester 1960

S08E33 Quint-Cident 1960

S08E34 Old York 1960

S08E35 Daddy Went Away 1960

disc 5

S08E36 The Odyssey of Jubal Tanner 1960

S08E37 Jeb 1960

S08E38 The Quest for Asa Janin 1960

Season 9

disc 1

S09E01 Kate Heller 1960

S09E02 Lover Boy 1960

S09E03 Legends Don't Sleep 1960

S09E04 Tobe 1960

disc 2

S09E05 Easy Come 1960

S09E06 My Sister's Keeper 1960

S09E07 Quint's Trail 1960

S09E08 Carter Caper 1960

disc 3

S09E09 Ex-Con 1960

S09E10 Extradition (1) 1960

S09E11 Extradition (2) 1960

S09E12 The Magician 1960

disc 4

S09E13 Pa Hack's Brood 1960

S09E14 The Glory and the Mud 1960

S09E15 Dry Well 1960

disc 5

S09E16 Prairie Wolfer 1960

S09E17 Friend 1960

S09E18 Once a Haggen 1960

disc 1

S09E19 No Hands 1960

S09E20 May Blossom 1960

S09E21 The Bassops 1960

S09E22 The Kite 1960

disc 2

S09E23 Comanches Is Soft 1960

S09E24 Father's Love 1960

S09E25 Now That April's Here 1960

S09E26 Caleb 1960

disc 3

S09E27 Owney Tupper Had a Daughter 1960

S09E28 Bently 1960

S09E29 Kitty Cornered 1960

S09E30 The Promoter 1960

disc 4

S09E31 Trip West 1960

S09E32 Scot Free 1960

S09E33 The Warden 1960

disc 5

S09E34 Homecoming 1960

S09E35 The Other Half 1960

S09E36 Journey for Three 1960

Season 10

disc 1

S10E01 Blue Heaven 1960

S10E02 Crooked Mile 1960

S10E03 Old Man 1960

S10E04 The Violators 1960

disc 2

S10E05 Doctor's Wife 1960

S10E06 Take Her, She's Cheap 1960

S10E07 Help Me Kitty 1960

S10E08 Hung High 1960

disc 3

S10E09 Jonah Hutchinson 1960

S10E10 Big Man, Big Target 1960

S10E11 Chicken 1960

S10E12 Innocence 1960

disc 4

S10E13 Aunt Thede 1960

S10E14 Hammerhead 1960

S10E15 Double Entry 1960

disc 5

S10E16 Run, Sheep, Run 1960

S10E17 Deputy Festus 1960

S10E18 One Killer on Ice 1960

disc 1

S10E19 Chief Joseph 1960

S10E20 Circus Trick 1960

S10E21 Song for Dying 1960

S10E22 Winner Take All 1960

disc 2

S10E23 Eliab's Aim 1960

S10E24 Thursday's Child 1960

S10E25 Breckinridge 1960

S10E26 Bank Baby 1960

disc 3

S10E27 The Lady 1960

S10E28 Dry Road to Nowhere 1960

S10E29 Twenty Miles from Dodge 1960

S10E30 The Pariah 1960

disc 4

S10E31 Gilt Guilt 1960

S10E32 Bad Lady from Brookline 1960

S10E33 Two Tall Men 1960

disc 5

S10E34 Honey Pot 1960

S10E35 The New Society 1960

S10E36 He Who Steals 1960

Season 11

disc 1

S11E01 Seven Hours to Dawn 1960

S11E02 The Storm 1960

S11E03 Clayton Thaddeus Greenwood 1960

S11E04 Ten Little Indians 1960

disc 2

S11E05 Taps for Old Jeb 1960

S11E06 Kioga 1960

S11E07 The Bounty Hunter 1960

S11E08 The Reward 1960

disc 3

S11E09 Malachi 1960

S11E10 The Pretender 1960

S11E11 South Wind 1960

S11E12 The Hostage 1960

disc 4

S11E13 Outlaw's Woman 1960

S11E14 The Avengers 1960

S11E15 Gold Mine 1960

S11E16 Death Watch 1960

disc 1

S11E17 Sweet Billy, Singer of Songs 1960

S11E18 The Raid (1) 1960

S11E19 The Raid (2) 1960

S11E20 Killer at Large 1960

disc 2

S11E21 My Father's Guitar 1960

S11E22 Wishbone 1960

S11E23 Sanctuary 1960

S11E24 Honor Before Justice 1960

disc 3

S11E25 The Brothers 1960

S11E26 Which Dr. 1960

S11E27 Harvest 1960

S11E28 By Line 1960

disc 4

S11E29 Treasure of John Walking Fox 1960

S11E30 My Father, My Son 1960

S11E31 Parson Comes to Town 1960

S11E32 Prime of Life 1960

Season 12

disc 1

S12E01 Snap Decision 1960

S12E02 The Goldtakers 1960

S12E03 The Jailer 1960

S12E04 The Mission 1960

disc 2

S12E05 The Good People 1960

S12E06 Gunfighter, R.I.P. 1960

S12E07 The Wrong Man 1960

S12E08 The Whispering Tree 1960

disc 3

S12E09 The Well 1960

S12E10 Stage Stop 1960

S12E11 The Newcomers 1960

S12E12 Quaker Girl 1960

disc 4

S12E13 The Moonstone 1960

S12E14 Champion of the World 1960

S12E15 The Hanging 1960

disc 1

S12E16 Saturday Night 1960

S12E17 Mad Dog 1960

S12E18 Muley 1960

S12E19 Mail Drop 1960

disc 2

S12E20 Old Friend 1960

S12E21 Fandango 1960

S12E22 The Returning 1960

S12E23 The Lure 1960

disc 3

S12E24 Noose of Gold 1960

S12E25 The Favor 1960

S12E26 Mistaken Identity 1960

disc 4

S12E27 Ladies from St. Louis 1960

S12E28 Nitro! (1) (Tiger by the Tail) 1960

S12E29 Nitro! (2) (Tiger by the Tail) 1960

Season 13

disc 1

S13E01 The Wreckers 1960

S13E02 Cattle Barons 1960

S13E03 The Prodigal 1960

disc 2

S13E04 Vengeance (1) 1960

S13E05 Vengeance (2) 1960

S13E06 A Hat 1960

S13E07 Hard Luck Henry 1960

disc 3

S13E08 Major Glory 1960

S13E09 The Pillagers 1960

S13E10 Prairie Wolfer 1960

S13E11 Stranger in Town 1960

disc 4

S13E12 Death Train 1960

S13E13 Rope Fever 1960

S13E14 Wonder 1960

S13E15 Baker's Dozen 1960

disc 1

S13E16 The Victim 1960

S13E17 Deadman's Law 1960

S13E18 Nowhere to Run 1960

S13E19 Blood Money 1960

disc 2

S13E20 Hill Girl 1960

S13E21 The Gunrunners 1960

S13E22 The Jackals 1960

disc 3

S13E23 The First People 1960

S13E24 Mr. Sam'l 1960

S13E25 A Noose for Dobie Price 1960

Season 14

disc 1

S14E01 Lyle's Kid 1960

S14E02 The Hide Cutters 1960

S14E03 Zavala 1960

S14E04 Uncle Finney 1960

disc 2

S14E05 Slocum 1960

S14E06 O'Quillian 1960

S14E07 9:12 to Dodge 1960

S14E08 Abelia 1960

disc 3

S14E09 Railroad! 1960

S14E10 The Miracle Man 1960

S14E11 Waco 1960

S14E12 Lobo 1960

disc 4

S14E13 Johnny Cross 1960

S14E14 The Money Store 1960

S14E15 The Twisted Heritage 1960

disc 1

S14E16 Time of the Jackals 1960

S14E17 Mannon 1960

S14E18 Gold Town 1960

S14E19 The Mark of Cain 1960

disc 2

S14E20 Reprisal 1960

S14E21 The Long Night 1960

S14E22 The Night Riders 1960

S14E23 The Intruder 1960

disc 3

S14E24 The Good Samaritans 1960

S14E25 The Prisoner 1960

S14E26 Exodus 21.22 1960

Season 15

disc 1

S15E01 The Devil's Outpost 1960

S15E02 Stryker 1960

S15E03 Coreyville 1960

S15E04 Danny 1960

disc 2

S15E05 Hawk 1960

S15E06 A Man Called Smith 1960

S15E07 Charlie Noon 1960

S15E08 The Still 1960

disc 3

S15E09 A Matter of Honor 1960

S15E10 The Innocent 1960

S15E11 Ring of Darkness 1960

S15E12 MacGraw 1960

disc 4

S15E13 Roots of Fear 1960

S15E14 The Sisters 1960

S15E15 The War Priest 1970

disc 1

S15E16 The Pack Rat 1970

S15E17 The Judas Gun 1970

S15E18 Doctor Herman Schultz, M.D. 1970

S15E19 The Badge 1970

disc 2

S15E20 Albert 1970

S15E21 Kiowa 1970

S15E22 Celia 1970

S15E23 Morgan 1970

disc 3

S15E24 The Thieves 1970

S15E25 Hackett 1970

S15E26 The Cage 1970

Season 16

disc 1

S16E02 The Noose 1970

S16E01 Chato 1970

S16E03 Stark 1970

S16E04 Sam McTavish, M.D. 1970

disc 2

S16E05 Gentry's Law 1970

S16E06 Snow Train (1) 1970

S16E07 Snow Train (2) 1970

S16E08 Luke 1970

disc 3

S16E09 The Gun 1970

S16E10 The Scavengers 1970

S16E11 The Witness 1970

S16E12 McCabe 1970

disc 4

S16E13 The Noon Day Devil 1970

S16E14 Sergeant Holly 1970

S16E15 Jenny 1970

S16E16 Captain Sligo 1970

disc 5

S16E17 Mirage 1970

S16E18 The Tycoon 1970

S16E19 Jaekel 1970

S16E20 Murdoch 1970

disc 6

S16E21 Cleavus 1970

S16E22 Lavery 1970

S16E23 Pike (1) (aka: Dirty Sally (1)) 1970

S16E24 Pike (2) (aka: Dirty Sally (2)) 1970

Season 17

disc 1

S17E01 The Lost 1970

S17E02 Phoenix 1970

S17E03 Waste (1) 1970

S17E04 Waste (2) 1970

disc 2

S17E05 New Doctor in Town 1970

S17E06 The Legend 1970

S17E07 Trafton 1970

S17E08 Lynott 1970

disc 3

S17E09 Lijah 1970

S17E10 My Brother's Keeper 1970

S17E11 Drago 1970

S17E12 Gold Train: The Bullet (1) 1970

disc 2

S17E13 Gold Train: The Bullet (2) 1970

S17E14 Gold Train: The Bullet (3) 1970

S17E15 P.S. Murry Christmas 1970

S17E16 No Tomorrow 1970

disc 5

S17E17 Hidalgo 1970

S17E18 Tara 1970

S17E19 One for the Road 1970

S17E20 The Predators 1970

disc 6

S17E21 Yankton 1970

S17E22 Blind Man's Buff 1970

S17E23 Alias Festus Haggen 1970

S17E24 The Wedding 1970

Season 18

disc 1

S18E01 The River (1) 1970

S18E02 The River (2) 1970

S18E03 Bohannan 1970

S18E04 The Judgement 1970

disc 2

S18E05 The Drummer 1970

S18E06 Sarah 1970

S18E07 The Fugitives 1970

S18E08 Eleven Dollars 1970

disc 3

S18E09 Milligan 1970

S18E10 Tatum 1970

S18E11 The Sodbusters 1970

S18E12 The Brothers 1970

disc 4

S18E13 Hostage! 1970

S18E14 Jubilee 1970

S18E15 Arizona Midnight 1970

S18E16 Homecoming 1970

disc 5

S18E17 Shadler 1970

S18E18 Patricia 1970

S18E19 A Quiet Day in Dodge 1970

S18E20 Whelan's Men 1970

disc 6

S18E21 Kimbro 1970

S18E22 Jesse 1970

S18E23 Talbot 1970

S18E24 This Golden Land 1970

Season 19

disc 1

S19E01 Women for Sale (1) 1970

S19E02 Women for Sale (2) 1970

S19E03 Matt's Love Story 1970

S19E04 The Boy and the Sinner 1970

disc 2

S19E05 The Widow-Maker 1970

S19E06 Kitty's Love Affair 1970

S19E07 The Widow and the Rogue 1970

disc 3

S19E08 A Game of Death...An Act of Love (1) 1970

S19E09 A Game of Death...An Act of Love (2) 1970

S19E10 Lynch Town 1970

S19E11 The Hanging of Newly O'Brien 1970

S19E12 Susan Was Evil 1970

disc 4

S19E13 The Deadly Innocent 1970

S19E14 The Child Between 1970

S19E15 A Family of Killers 1970

S19E16 Like Old Times 1970

disc 5

S19E17 The Town Tamers 1970

S19E18 The Foundling 1970

S19E19 The Iron Blood of Courage 1970

S19E20 The Schoolmarm 1970

disc 6

S19E21 Trail of Bloodshed 1970

S19E22 Cowtown Hustler 1970

S19E23 To Ride a Yeller Horse 1970

S19E24 The Disciple 1970

Season 20

disc 1

S20E01 Matt Dillon Must Die 1970

S20E02 A Town in Chains 1970

S20E03 The Guns of Cibola Blanca (1) 1970

S20E04 The Guns of Cibola Blanca (2) 1970

disc 2

S20E05 Thirty a Month and Found 1970

S20E06 The Wiving 1970

S20E07 The Iron Men 1970

S20E08 The Fourth Victim 1970

disc 3

S20E09 The Tarnished Badge 1970

S20E10 In Performance of Duty 1970

S20E11 Island in the Desert (1) 1970

S20E12 Island in the Desert (2) 1970

disc 4

S20E13 The Colonel 1970

S20E14 The Squaw 1970

S20E15 The Hiders 1970

S20E16 Larkin 1970

disc 5

S20E17 The Fires of Ignorance 1970

S20E18 The Angry Land 1970

S20E19 Brides and Grooms 1970

S20E20 Hard Labor 1970

disc 6

S20E21 I Have Promises to Keep 1970

S20E22 The Busters 1970

S20E23 Manolo

[aelianusredgrave]

Funny thing, there are a lot of Jaune fanfics where his transcripts are found out, but not a lot that truly portrays the other character's reactions. I mean, Pyrrha reasons we all have a good idea of why she did not report him to the school. Still, I've seen somewhere that one of her biggest qualities is her loyalty, so maybe she wouldn't have reported either way.

Ruby would probably be the voice of the reason, she's innocent yes, and made many mistakes in the series (although, I'm pretty sure many of those mistakes were just for plot convenience as Ruby's proved to be far sharper than most give her credit for), also yes, but I would like her less if she was perfect as in real life, no one is.

Weiss is difficult BUT if you present her with good reasoning, she will listen to you which is something many exchanges in some fanfics in favor of making her a two-dimensional, walking pile of angst for no reason. I mean, you can literally see the dislike of the author affecting her character.

Remember that's all my opinion. You can have yours.

Blake would be sympathetic, and also scared(?) Depending on the reactions of those around her, considering her past.

I think Yang would be more concerned about how it would affect her sister. Still, I don't think she would jump the gun without hearing everything from Jaune. Although she'd probably make sure she'd hear everything in one way or another, just to be sure. Then check his improvement over the months. Sincerely, she'd only be difficult if he didn't improve, but he does after starting to train with Pyrrha.

... Why do I think Nora would faw over the sheer size of his balls? I mean, entering Beacon without any training, and with his Aura unlocked? No wonder she calls him Fearless Leader. Then again, it's Nora, she probably somehow knew. People call her crazy, I call her scary as fuck, and not because of how she acts...

Ren, for me, would react almost the same way as Yang, just exchange Ruby for Nora, and the fact he'd not pry as Yang would... Just give a warning, and then watch Jaune's improvement, eventually accepting him completely as his leader... For his sanity, if nothing else as Nora would break any walls the martial artist tries to put between him and Jaune. Nora gets what she wants almost 100% of the time. Ren knows stalling is the only thing he can do.

Also, I know the entire post came out of nowhere but I just read a fic that actually made Ren and Nora be there when Jaune revealed his transcripts and their reaction were so in tune with what a expect from two rational persons that I had to write this.

[faffreux]

I just woke up from a dream I was playing DK64 except during the final battle with K. Rool in the boxing ring he suddenly interrupts the battle to announce that he has recruited a new partner and it’s Fawful flying in with rocket powered shoes and a ray gun in each hand while both of them laugh maniacally.

I think that was the most amazing boss battle I’ve ever fought and it was in a DREAM. EVEN THE MUSIC WAS GOOD AND NOW I’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO HEAR IT AGAIN—

[miscellaneous-smurfing]

I bet there were long meeting about how Fawful should extract Peach from Bowser before settling on “magic ray gun” because they realised that there was no alternative that sounded good.

[elcinelateleymickyandonie]

STAN LAUREL.

Filmography

Stan Laurel solo movies

1917 Nuts in May (credited as Stan Jefferson)

1918 Hickory Hiram

1918 Whose Zoo?

1918 Phoney Photos

1918 Huns and Hyphens

1918 No Place Like Jail

1918 Bears and Bad Men

1918 Just Rambling Along

1918 Frauds and Frenzies

1918 O, It's Great to Be Crazy

1919 Do You Love Your Wife?

1919 Hustling for Health

1919 Hoot Mon!

1921 The Rent Collector (2 rolls, Vitagraph)

1922 Mixed Nuts

1922 The Egg

1922 The Weak-End Party

1922 Mud and Sand

1922 The Pest

1923 The Garage

1923 When Knights Were Cold

1923 The Handy Man

1923 The Noon Whistle

1923 White Wings

1923 Under Two Jags

1923 Pick and Shovel

1923 Collars and Cuffs

1923 Kill or Cure

1923 Gas and Air

1923 Oranges and Lemons

1923 Short Orders

1923 A Man About Town

1923 Roughest Africa

1923 Frozen Hearts

1923 The Whole Truth

1923 Save the Ship

1923 The Soilers

1923 Scorching Sands

1923 Mother's Joy

1924 Smithy

1924 Postage Due

1924 Zeb vs. Paprika

1924 Brothers Under the Chin

1924 Near Dublin

1924 Rupert of Hee Haw (aka Coleslaw or Rupert of Cole Slaw)

1924 Wide Open Spaces (aka Wild Bill Hiccup)

1924 Short Kilts

1924 Mandarin Mix-Up (aka Madam Mix-up)

1924 Detained

1924 Monsieur Don't Care

1924 West of Hot Dog

1925 Cowboys Cry for It

1925 Somewhere in Wrong

Twins

1925 Pie-Eyed

1925 The Snow Hawk

1925 Navy Blue Days

1925 The Sleuth

1925 Dr. Pyckle and Mr. Pryde

1925 Half a Man

Short films (protagonists)

1927 With Love and Hisses

1927 Sugar Daddies

1927 The Second Hundred Years

1927 Slipping Wives

1927 Hats Off

1927 Do Detectives Think

1927 Putting Pants on Philip

1927 The Battle of the Century

1927 Why Girls Love Sailors

1927 Flying Elephants

1928 Leave 'Em Laughing

1928 The Finishing Touch

1928 You're Darn Tootin '

1928 Their Purple Moment

1928 Should Married Men Go Home?

1928 Early to Bed

1928 Two Tars

1928 Habeas Corpus

1928 We Faw Down

1928 From Soup to Nuts

1929 Liberty

1929 Wrong Again

1929 Big Business

1929 That's My Wife

1929 Unaccustomed As We Are

1929 Double Whoopee

1929 Berth Marks

1929 Men O 'War

1929 Perfect Day

1929 They Go Boom

1929 Bacon Grabbers

1929 Angora Love

1929 The Hoose-Gow

1930 Night Owls

1930 Blotto

1930 Brats

1930 Below Zero

1930 Hog Wild

1930 The Laurel-Hardy Murder Case

1930 Another Fine Mess

1931 Be Big!

1931 Chickens Come Home

1931 Laughing Gravy

1931 Our Wife

1931 Come Clean

1931 One Good Turn

1931 Beau Hunks

Feature films (protagonists)

1931 Pardon Us

1932 Pack Up Your Troubles

1933 Fra Diavolo

1933 Sons of the Desert

1934 Babes in Toyland

1935 Bonnie Scotland

1936 The Bohemian Girl

1936 Our Relations

1937 Way Out West

1938 Swiss Miss

1938 Block-Heads

1939 The Flying Deuces

1940 Saps at Sea

1940 A Chump at Oxford

1940 Great Guns

1940 A-Haunting We Will Go

1943 Air Raid Wardens

1943 Jitterbugs

1943 The Dancing Masters

1944 The Big Noise

1944 Nothing But Trouble

1945 The Bullfighters

1951 Utopia or Atoll K.

Créditos: Tomado de Wikipedia

https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stan_Laurel

#HONDURASQUEDATEENCASA

#ELCINELATELEYMICKYANDONIE

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Geno

Debut: Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars

I know what you’re thinking. This guy seems very familiar. You’re thinking you’ve seen a lot of discussion of him surfacing all over the internet in 2018, right? Well, you’re mistaken!

You’re thinking of Snufkin, silly! He’s had a recent resurgence in popularity due to the entire internet finally discovering the Moomin franchise, and it’s easy to mistake the two with their similar faces and big, hat-obscured brown eyes, isn’t it? 

Well, Snufkin might be as relevant as ever, but the same can’t be said for poor Geno. He hasn’t had a major role in anything since his appearance in Super Mario RPG! And it’ll probably remain that way forever, honestly. If our beloved enemies friends from Super Mario Land 1 and 2 can’t reappear after being in core 2D Mario platformers, I don’t think there’s any hope for ANY RPG character- even a major, recurring villain like Fawful- to ever get beyond a passing reference in the core series. Sadly, it’s just how Nintendo wants the core Mario series to be. Geno is cursed to go the way of Goombo, remembered by only the most hardcore of Mario scholars.

So who is this guy, anyway? Well... I’d like to know, too! In Super Mario RPG, Geno as a character is a doll possessed by a star from Star Road, a mystical place broken into the titular Seven Stars by Exor the evil talking sword. 

...But Geno isn’t this guy’s real name! It’s “♡♪!?”, which only stars can pronounce, I guess. Geno is the name of the doll he possesses, which is placed alongside dolls of Mario, Peach, and Bowser. So who the heck is Geno?! Clearly he’s a character in-universe, but to what extent? Is he real or fictional in-universe? If he’s real, where the heck is he when the other three are off saving the world? Is it like the early Pokémon games where the game itself exists in-universe, and it’s some sort of infinite loop? Aahh! This is so confusing! Goombo never gave me an existential crisis!

I’m not gonna go over Geno’s entire role in Super Mario RPG because it would basically just be detailing the plot of the game and wouldn’t be very funny. But look! He actually did make another appearance, in Superstar Saga, as a minigame host! Since there’s no lore or anything here, is it possible that this is the “real” Geno? A little guy who hosts little games? Maybe! But I guess we’ll never know, because not only has he never appeared since, but the remake even does away with his cameo. Poor guy.

Finally, we have... a surprisingly recent reference to Geno, in the form of a Mii costume in Super Smash Bros. for 3DS and Wii U! I think this would be a good time to point out that the Geno doll has a gun built into one of its hands. A child should not be playing with this. I would not trust this doll to teach children how to play a game.

It’s no secret that Masahiro Sakurai is a big fan of Geno, and between this and Geno’s appearance as a Legend class spirit in Ultimate with QUITE a long and difficult battle, it’s nice to see he was able to give a favorite character some love! I’d do the same. It’s just weird the Mii costume hasn’t returned yet, though. Either it’s a copyright issue, or it’s going to return with the addition of a certain new fighter...

Look forward to playing with the Geno Mii Costume once again when it’s released alongside Mini Spek, the latest newcomer to Super Smash Bros. Ultimate!

[marksdaughter]

take this. this doesn’t deserve to be in my drafts anymore :) @markiplier

oaoaoooaahh

awwight   We'we in you knyow the pwan, wight? pfft. what am i saying? you pwacticawwy wwote it nyow evewything you nyeed is in youw bag so wet’s synchwonyize ouw watches on thwee

thwee

pewfect  nyow, stick to the pwan and you'ww be just finye but if you deviate fwom it fow even a singwe moment. I won’t come back fow you.

okay? good wuck owo

-hey!  what do you think you'we doing? oh nyo   nyot the owd steak twick. i’m nyot fawwing fow that twice.

yeah, put the steak down. i’m nyot even gonnya wook at the steak. im wooking at you~  wight in the eyes

i wooked at the steak-

shhhhh~

hey- hey owo  nyicewy donye buddy  aww accowding to pwan and speaking on pwan, wooks wike we awe- uh… yeah we'we moving unto phase two you weady?

on my go…

go!

behind you  BEHIND YOU

he twacks the intwudew, quiet as a nyinja suppwessing a fawt in chuwch.

haha  thewe she is

thwee-wegged woman, got you nyow.

oh this? It’s just my gun.

You'we safe with me ma'am.

waah~

i mean- who’s thewe?

come back

gweat job, buddy  i'ww meet you uvw thewe

awwight  we awe so cwose to the vauwt

come on. stay wow and stay quiet.

come onye, this way. we'we awmost thewe.

checkmate.

okay. oh, i can awmost taste it.

you wannya knyow my favowite thing about this vauwt?

go on.

you nyeed two keys owo  onye fow you, onye fow me.

awwight hewe we go.

weady? onye, two, thwee.

secuwity!

i wuv this job owo

oh cwap.. oh cwap.

this wasn’t in the pwans.

thewe awe two keys fow this vauwt.

we nyeed to get them fwom those two guawds ow any guawds that awe modewatewy wess competent than those. why don’t you come back the way we came and why don’t i have a wittwe bit of a chat with that guawd uvw thewe, awwight? be back in a fwash.

whoooaaaa~

be back in a fwash.

waaHHHHHHH

ohh~  you got a key. i got onye too  come on, i think these awe what we nyeed to get in that vauwt.

oh boy.

oh this is it. you weady? nyow on thwee. onye… what the heww? ah, whatevew.

aftew you.

oh, this is it. this is weawwy it

this is what we’ve been wowking towawds aww those yeaws. it’s finyawwy ouws. this is gonnya change ouw wives fowevew owo  ah, cwap. um, its finye  this is what we pwannyed. i see two ways out of hewe. thewe just so happens to be a sewew that wuns diwectwy benyeath this vauwt. i supposed we couwd’ve gonye in that way, but that doesn’t mattew. we couwd eithew go thwough the sewew aww snyeaky wike, ow we couwd go out guns bwazing owo  yeah, found these bad boys in the piwate exhibit on the way uvw hewe. but we gotta choose fast. i think they'we on the way and they'we nyot gonnya be fwiendwy when wee'we in hewe with the box an the bomb and gun so eithew onyes good.

sewew wouwd pwobabwy wowk aww quiet wike but, you knyow, i wike a wittwe action ;). But steawth is good, too.

[notallthosewho-wanderarelost]

The white suit looks more like Sharon’s than Natasha’s though. That’s the problem.

Okay, so I sat down and took a bunch of time to answer this, which is why the delayed reply. I also really hope it doesn’t come off as confrontational, because that wasn’t my intention AT ALL. I just love both Sharon and Natasha very much, and I really want to be able to enjoy the fact that we’re finally going to be getting awesome content for both of them soon without seeing everyone arguing constantly over which of them did what first.

First off, I think it’s important to remember that none of Natasha’s MCU suits look exactly like her comic suits. No one’s do, because it’s impossible to exactly translate a drawn outfit onto a real person and have it be wearable and at least look practical. Natasha’s suits for this new movie are based on her comic ones, yeah, but just as importantly, they have to be visually consistent with all her previous MCU suits. So it’s going to look more realistic and have more detail and less smooth leather than her comic suits.

So I’m wondering exactly what details you think make the white suit look more like Sharon’s comic suit than like an MCU adaptation of Natasha’s white suit?

If you’re talking about the shape of the belt, harness, and Widow’s Bite, I think those differences are because some things don’t translate well from comics to live action. Natasha’s comic suit has her classic circle belt and Widow’s Bite in either gold or white, but the MCU has never used that shape/style of belt or bracelets for her, so it wouldn’t make much sense for them to start now. Especially since this movie takes place between CACW and IW. If the color of those pieces is the problem, then white on white or even gold on white wouldn’t break up the suit enough visually, so black is kind of the only choice left with Natasha’s color palette. Red would’ve looked awkward with the rest of the suit and not been very functional for camouflage.

As for the paneling on the suit that they added in the MCU, it’s again a case of a completely plain suit like the comics probably wouldn’t work well in live action. And you’ll notice that her black suit on the poster has almost the same hourglass-shaped paneling, so it’s probably just them wanting to be visually consistent with her suits in this movie. (Who knows, maybe there’s even a plot reason for it.)

Check it out- very similar paneling on both color suits. They’re not exactly the same, but they’re close.

The paneling in Sharon’s comic suit, when she has paneling, is usually straighter. She also tends to have her belt tilted and the buckle off-center. In contrast, Natasha’s is always straight and centered. Here’s a side by side comparison.

And of course, Sharon has the iconic cold shoulder details. If Natasha’s white suit had those, then we’d definitely have a problem. It does have some shoulder armor panels that are a little suspicious, but you’ll notice Nat’s black suit has that too, so those don’t seem to be a case of “we like Sharon Carter’s suit details, let’s give them to Natasha!” either.

Plus let’s keep in mind that there’s really only so many things you can do with a catsuit design, especially when it’s solid colored. Here’s some pics of comics Natasha and Sharon next to each other; look how similar their suits are! (These are both from the Captain America and the Secret Avengers one-shot.)

The main differences aside from the color are the shape of their belts, Sharon’s gun holsters, and Natasha’s bracelets. Natasha having holsters on her MCU outfit makes sense since she’s always used her Widow’s Bites less in the MCU, and her belt being more similar in shape to Sharon’s also makes sense, since in the MCU it’s always looked more like a realistic type of belt than a chain of circles joined together. And her bracelets have also always looked plainer and smaller in the MCU than in comics! So it’s not surprising that their suits might look similar, especially since they’re both white. But neither one of them owns the concept of a catsuit, or even of a white catsuit.

Lastly, I think it’s important to remember that we haven’t actually seen Sharon’s suit yet!!! All we’ve seen is her Civil War concept suit that never actually got used.

We have no idea right now if they’re going to use this look for FAWS, or design something new. (Fingers crossed she gets something more like her white comics suit!) I think if Sharon’s official FAWS suit winds up looking less like her iconic white catsuit than Natasha’s Black Widow snowsuit does, then it’ll DEFINITELY be time to get mad. (And I will 100% be right there with you being angry about it.) But until then, we have no reason not to believe that they won’t do a good job on Sharon’s suit, and no reason to to bash former Russian spy Natasha for having a suit designed to camouflage her in snow.

[hislordshipfawful]

Continued from here. @niintcndos (Mario)

Fawful chuckled, a low, soft sound, as he finished the modifications of his gun. It was definitely amusing how Mario seemed suprised by him. Either way, it’d be rude not to respond.

“Well, I don’t know the other guy, besides the fact he’s an inventor. That and Peach and I are actually on relatively good terms. Besides, I already died once. No need to have it happen again.”

[birthclod]

How 'bout Midbus?

finger guns

A) u never know where he really is. like to the minions in bowser’s castle he seems to be nowhere and everywhere at almost every time and it’s really strange

B) before the vacuum helmet was fully functioning and the hover platform existed he’d be used to carry fawful around or give him a better lookout. there was indeed temptation to throw

C) he survives at the end of BIS but now that his boss is more or less gone for good he doesn’t really know what to do w/ himself so he just kinda wanders around for a bit before vanishing off the face of the earth

D) what if the reason there’s no other known species like midbus is because fawful made him himself. it would also explain his broken speech patterns too. this is incredibly farfetched but i thought of it and now it’s stuck in my head

[reactionjournal]

FaWS 5

“I’m not like you.” 🙄

Truly I think it’s wild that Sam is trying to talk to him. I mean on one hand I get it, but on the other, that blood on the shield shot.

GOD ALL OF SAM’S MOVES ARE SO FUCKING COOL

Wow that “I am Captain America” shot is just. What you think should happen when you look at Captain America usually and then it somehow works because there’s usually grace and charm. 

God, Sam getting the shield ready for that shield bash was like a fraction of Steve with Mjolnir. (My Brain: Worthy.)

GOD. Bucky’s, “Do Not Fuck This Up Again” look. I like, I’m with you 100% that they need to interrogate the, “Was Steve infallible?” question because they need to realize the answer is no, but I also just respect, “This was fucking YOURS” y’know? Like, whether or not Steve is infallible isn’t germane to the question of, “Do you keep something someone gives you in their will?” y’know? Like I know, I know a lot of people are like, “Oh, no I’m just giving it to you. What you do with it up to you. Sell it for scrap if you want.” But I feel like no one HOPES you do that.

unrelated, ripping Sam’s wings off is a real... fighting an angel move. I don’t think that’s important, but I just thought about it.

Ohhh SHIT I didn’t... expect consequences. Yeah, the optics ARE terrible but I didn’t expect they would care! Wow!

“On all platforms” Sam, her twitter followers, her insta followers? Through the roof. 

thing walker could’ve shouted that’d make me laugh begrudgingly: you think these wings make you strong? Man, these things? They’re a rip off

“Well, I’m a bizarrely wise man, Sam.” Kiss!!!

“Keep ‘em” OHHHH 😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮

I don’t care about this trial scene. Like, nothing about this is justice for anyone and even though I hate this man I can’t ignore the circumstances that created him, of which this board of officials no doubtedly had so much to do with. lmk if there’s something I should know abt it.

Worst Case Scenario: Walker becomes an anti-american villain that says all the right things but is Evil Now

Julia Louis-Dreyfus?????????????? Uh.Hello! Weird to see you here!

oh ew 😩

That’s his wife? 

...She’s like EXTRA government. I guess... (Extra-Judicial anyway, ayyy) 

Okay, I feel like Bucky is less threatening with a gun somehow. 

Bucky’s Therapist: I want you to dry fire only, okay?  Bucky: is that good? Therapist: no it’s terrible for the firing mechanism

Wait is Sam trying to give Isaiah the shield???

“What went wrong?” Oh Sam, honey... buddy...

“That white man’s shield.” Fuck. T...fuck? 

“No self-respecting Black man would ever wanna be.” That’s a HARD fucking stance for him to take. I’m torn between, “wow I didn’t think they’d spell that out” and “you’re treating Black people as a monolith.” But all I want. ALL I want is for Sam to interrogate what it fucking means for him to be Captain America. I DESPERATELY need him to do the work. Sam, I love you, but use this.

Ohhh this is working on me ohhh I am crying as he’s getting his community together.

OH NEW WINGS? 

“I’m right handed.” HAHA god

 😭😭LONELY BUCKY BEING FRIENDLY!!!

“How do I kill people with this knife” Barnes

he’s just straight up drinking a Heinekin? How much did they pay...?

fuck Lamar’s parents are getting to me. Can you fucking IMAGINE that man looking up to THIS MAN. Ah my heart. Jerry Seinfeld is gonna pick him up in a fancy car to get coffee and take him to Julia Louis-Dreyfus now.

Sharon!...Sharon why do you have more plot.  OMG the kids playing with Cap’s shield is... 

LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT HIM THIS IS A, “My husband did some good, didn’t he?” smile Oh WOW I’m crying! Can you imagine? That’s. “In their eyes I see you, Alexander/I see you every time” Ouch 

Honestly, Christine. I really didn’t think they’d go through this much trouble to make Sam getting the shield matter this much when Steve handed it over at the end of Endgame. I’m... I thought, “Oh, they’re just going to gloss over a Black man getting the shield probably” and like I’m not saying this is a great job or that I think they’ll land it, but I am happy I wasn’t all the way right.

“You weren’t amending, you were avenging.” Is really astute, Sam. That’s that PTSD group therapy strength. 

“A couple of guys with a mutual friend.” CUTE. KISS. 

Look how fucking TALL he’s WALKING WITH THAT SHIELD. BE SOMETHING, SAM. God, I’m invested.

Sam. Be worthy. You’re so close. Please make this count.

The only way this works is for Sam to synthesize his own Justice. 

omg Imagine if in the box there weren’t falcon wings there was just like grenades or something. 

SHOW ME THE WINGS. DON’T END THIS EPISODE WITHOUT SHOWING ME 

GOD DAMN YOU

post credits!

walker...? You.... you don’t have access to meaningful metal??? what is that steel? a child’s alloy. You CERTAINLY can’t fuse either adamantium or vibranium with that small torch?

[yepireadthat]

This book came to me highly recommended, and, to be honest, the recommendation wasn’t really necessary. I’m not a hard sell when it comes to Mister Rogers. As a kid with the world’s worst anxiety, he was a calming presence, and he continues to be such for me in my adult life. I was looking forward to hearing more about how Fred Rogers’ faith informed his life. Especially due to the fact that, as the author took pains to remind us by inserting this quote by Bob Faw, "The real Mr. Rogers never preached, never even mentioned God on his show. He never had to." Unfortunately, the author didn’t take the importance of that observation to heart, and that’s where this book went absolutely wrong for me. This is not, as the title would lead you to believe, a book of spiritual insights from the world’s most beloved neighbor. It is, instead, a preachy book of ideas somewhat messily cobbled together by a heavy handed author, who uses the words of Mister Rogers to justify, and expound her own theology. Where Fred Rogers is gentle, the author is brusque. Where he is subtle, she is relentless. His grace is entirely overshadowed by her legalism and dogmatic adherence throughout the book to the idea that good in humanity is a by-product of conversion. As a quick example, I’ll point to the way she editorializes an anecdote about Fred not liking how cartoons solved problems with gun violence, “It is possible to see the best in our neighbor because of one thing: forgiveness. It’s possible to solve problems without machine guns because of one thing: forgiveness. That’s not a concept unique to the Neighborhood of Make-Believe but to the kingdom of God.” There are other issues as well. The writing was in need of a more thorough editor. There were multiple times when the same exact phrasing, or anecdote would be recycled. It was distracting, and made me assume that the author did not have enough content to fill the book. Which actually leads right into another issue I had: While I believe that Ms. Hollingsworth did have a genuine relationship with Mister Rogers, I do not believe it was as close as she tries to play it off in the book. She interviewed him twice, and many of her stories come from those two interviews. The rest come from letters, and phone calls shared between the two. The evidence given is that they were affectionate acquaintances, but Hollingsworth tries to sell the friendship as much deeper. I do not want to take away from what the two of them did experience while Fred was alive as I do believe that people can have meaningful relationships from a distance, however, it does come across in the book as a bit awkward, and forced. Overall, I was entirely disappointed. I now know plenty about the author’s faith and theology. I know where she stands on many, many issues. Unfortunately, that’s not what this book is sold as to the consumer. The best bits were the direct quotes from Mister Rogers. (There is an especially poignant story about a commencement speech he gave that I truly adored.) But I didn’t need to spend money on this book to have access to that information. In the end, there is very little I learned from it, and I walked away feeling like I’d wasted both my time and my money. As I said to a friend, “I’m still thinking about how mad that Mister Rogers book is making me. A Book about Mister Rogers should never make anyone feel anything other than constructive things. The author totally missed the point.”

[iamlordmeatwad]

Mama Mia!

“Alright, we need to get this done quick and easy. No foul-ups.”

Waluigi cackled as he coolly pulled up the collar to his trench-coat, leering at his brother, Wario.

Wario smiled, twirling his mustache, as he gazed at the Poison Mushroom Gun a shadowy figure had just handed him.

“You got dat?” the shadowy figure wheezed.

“Oh yeah!” Wario cheered. Waluigi laughed softly under his breath and offered polite applause for his brother.

“Good,” the shadowy figure smiled, lazily tossing a Poison Mushroom Gun to Waluigi. “Let’s ice this pesky plumber.”

“Come enjoy our natural wonderland! To which we’ve added the world’s finest resort facilities, spectacular amusement parks, and…succulent seafood.”

Mario moaned in his sleep as grandeur visions of fine fish swarmed his mind. His sweaty arms clutched his body tighter, smearing black greases and oils on his pink silk pajamas. The brothers had to resort to plumbing once again to keep their house afloat.

Peach had done a marvelous job at hiring a new guard that could better defend her from Bowser. But what that also meant is that Peach rarely went by Peach now. Say that name in front of her and Toadsworth was sure to chew you out. It was Princess Toadstool 24/7 now.

At long last, she possessed a firm control over the whole Mushroom Kingdom and was too busy to hang out with the Mario Bros.

And aside from the occasional threat from Fawful or Wart, there was no commercial need for an adventuring duo, hence the plumbing gig. It took a long time for the brothers to adjust to normal life. Luigi spent most of his time gardening.

Mario however, had a secret obsession. Traps. He couldn’t get enough of them. Reading about the exploits of others birthed a love he never knew he had in him. Luigi knew what Mario was really up to but chose not to say anything as Mario rigged traps all around their home. For Luigi had a secret obsession too: his brother’s happiness.

Awwww…how wholesome.

But dear reader, this is unfortunately not a wholesome story. What you are about to read observes death as a cold-hearted “fuck your parents, fuck your friends, fuck everybody” truth.

Are you ready? Alright then, well fuck your parents and fuck your friends, let’s-a-go!

Mario turned over in his sleep.

Falling…

F =A ==L ===L ====I =====N ======G

=======P ========E =========N ==========G ===========U ============I =============N ==============S

“That is no son of mine,” Mama Penguin told Mario as he shivered at the base of Cool Cool Mountain. He had vaulted across broken bridges, scaled up a mountain, murdered countless evil snowmen, and sacrificed his very being to find Mama Penguin’s baby son who had gotten lost on the mountain.

“Mama Mia,” Mario forced through blue lips. Placing the incorrect penguin at his side, he implored the mother for better details as to which penguin was hers for they all looked the same to him.

“My son is my son,” Mama Penguin scolded. “I know him.”

Mario scratched his head. This was no help at all.

And then he heard it.

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

The bird had flown the coop. Or rather, walked to its deathbed by accidentally sliding off the mountain. Mario ran to the edge of the floating island, watching the baby penguin throttle into an endless abyss. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Mama Penguin staring blankly ahead of her.

“You find my son,” she ordered.

This was not Mario’s first scrape with death. He had stomped many a Goomba, stomped them so hard in fact that the coroner wasn’t able to properly ID them. Yes, Mario had done many fucked up things in the past, but this was a baby!

Hm. Okay, Petey Piranha was a baby too and he kinda killed him a few times but still! This was a bonafide “goo goo ga ga” styled baby!

What was a plumber to do? Rescue the baby? Impossible. He needed Mama Penguin’s Power Star so he could access the upper floor of the Castle and rescue his dearest Peach.

His Peach who no longer spoke to him…

“M-M-M-M-M-MARIO!”

Mario snapped awake. Something was wrong. Three shadows were taking up space in his bedroom, two of them stooped over the third. Looking down from his top bunk, he saw a Poison Mushroom Gun being pointed at the head of his brother.

Mario grimaced and jumped off the bed, pivoting in midair until his butt faced straight down, and plummeted into the head of the tall shadow.

“WAAAAAAAAH!” the tall shadow yelped in a sharp voice. Of course. Walugi. Who else would stoop to such tremendously low levels?

Mario swung his bare foot into the air, kicking the stouter shadow in the nose. The pesky plumber’s sheer strength managed to send the shadow lumbering backwards into the wall. As he slammed into the wall, light danced across his face, revealing him as the ever vicious Wario.

What a surprise.

Wario pinched his nose and aimed his Poison Mushroom Gun.

Mario jumped over Luigi’s cowering body and punched Wario right in the gut. The greedy glutton groaned and doubled over, accidentally firing his Poison Mushroom into Luigi’s bed. Worthless.

“D’oh, I missed!” Wario cried out helplessly.

Mario considered taking out the gangly creeper behind him, but instead launched into a backwards long jump through Waluigi’s legs. As Mario soared over Luigi’s body, the two brothers grabbed hold of each other and flew backwards together.

Hitting the staircase to the living room with pinpoint accuracy, Mario was able to launch into a stream of backwards long jumps that warped them through the whole house in a second.

Mario could never explain these sorts of events; he just knew that if he did the right thing at the right thing, some sort of seam would be ripped throughout reality that he could take advantage of.

Mario swung open the front door, scanning the front lawn for signs of danger. Nothing out of the ordinary except that the Warp Pipe that could have lead them to Toad Town had been blocked by the head of a massive snowman.

They wouldn’t be leaving here any time soon, that was for sure.

Mario felt the ground move from under him as he was suddenly swept away, tossed to the grass beside the porch. He struggled to free himself for the clammy grip around him, but found himself being tugged under the porch.

“Shhh…” Luigi urged, rubbing Mario’s stomach. Mario cooed and let himself sink into the moist earth below their porch.

Luigi looked up as two pairs of feet stumbled across their porch, little bits of dust and dirt flying down like snowflakes.

Mario patted Luigi on the back and pointed between the cracks of the steps.

Waluig’s Poison Mushroom Gun was still loaded.

Luig’s eyes widened. He shook his head at Mario, hunching his shoulders, dipping his chin into the dirt.

Mario crawled up to Luigi’s spot in the muck, tracing out a strategy with his finger. Mario would come from the West side, Luigi from the East, and they would both Long Jump past Wario and Waluigi, confusing them, then spin jumping to the center where they could—

Luigi slapped a hand against the mud, turning Mario’s magnificent bastard strategy into two dimensional space, and shoved off of the ground, blindly charging at Waluigi.

Mario gritted his teeth, boosting himself up so his back was against the floor of the porch, but he couldn’t leave his spot. He couldn’t be as bold as Luigi.

It happened so quickly.

Wario and Waluigi gasped as they saw Luigi.

Luigi wildly leapt into the air, soaring through the darkness.

Luigi’s feet firmly planted into Waluigi’s smug face.

The two of them rolled about in the grass like lovers reunited.

And as Luigi stood up from the tussle and brushed himself off.

Waluigi aimed his gun at the back of Luigi’s head.

And Mario got out from under the porch.

And Luigi heard Mario shuffling and turned to face him with a smile on his face.

A smile that shone even from underneath his gigantic mustache.

And then Waluigi fired.

And Luigi died.

More specifically, Luigi’s eyes widened as his body shot six feet into the air only to intangibly drop through the Earth below them.

Mario tried thinking of something that could adequately express his grief, but only managed to come up with the war cry of “MAMA MIA!”

Mario vaulted across the lawn and landed at Waluigi’s feet. Waluigi arched his arm to snap the empty gun against Mario’s neck but he was too late; Mario grabbed ahold of Waluigi’s foot.

That was all he needed. Mario twirled Waluigi around in huge rotations by the ankle, gritting his teeth as he prepped his aim. Just outside of the perimeter of his property, Mario had set up some spiked bombs he saw being sold at low, low prices in a magazine he liked.

Releasing Waluigi with tremendous gusto, Mario watched the purple man fly out into the distance only to collide with a spiked bomb and explode.

Waluigi fell at the feet of Mario, screaming and writhing in agony, until he began twirling. Twirling so fast Mario couldn’t keep track of what he even looked like. Twirling so fast he blended in with the air around them.

Twirled so fast it was hard to notice when he disappeared from this world completely.

Mario licked his lips to taste the innards of his mouth. He needed proof that he was real and that this had just happened. He had just murdered Waluigi. A vile man though he was, and undeniably great at Dance Dance Revolution Mario Mix, this still didn’t feel right.

But soon Mario found himself licking dirt and grime from his lips as he caved into the weight of Wario. Mario struggled and writhed, but he couldn’t combat with Wario’s sheer strength. Maybe if Mario had eaten more garlic he could have competed.

Or maybe if Mario didn’t have to look into Wario’s tear-streaked eyes as he rubbed Mario’s face into the dirt.

“Waaaaaaah!” Wario whined in his usual manner.

Mario clamped his eyes shut, a tightness building in his chest; he was going to die but he was okay with it. Luigi and him could do some good plumbing for the Big Toad Up in the Sky.

Then lightness, a lightness that Mario had never known.

He reached up to touch his head but all he felt was hair. That wasn’t right. Where was his cap? Looking across the lawn, he saw Wario leaning against a tree and with the oil of Michael Jordan, casually spun Mario’s famous cap on his finger.

Hark! What a wretched fiend!

What was a man without his heart?

What was a plumber without his trusty cap?

Wario knew this chink in Mario’s armor and was being a cheeky garlic-ball about it!

That’s okay. Wario was only a long jump or two away. He could reach him.

Mario crouched down to launch into long jump, but screamed as his body pinched together. Nerves snapped all over. His vision faded.

He took one step towards Wario and groaned as the life was sapped from him, becoming vacuumed away by some phantasmal force. Dragging one foot behind him, Mario grimaced, the distance between him and Wario being larger and larger.

Falling again…the chest emptied itself, crumbling away into dust. A heart beat becoming slower and slower…

A baby penguin screaming for its mother as it fell to its death.

Chunks of cake sloshing about his mouth. Moist frosting sticking to the roof of his mouth.

Dear Mario…Please come to…

Piantas and Nokis dancing in the sunlight. An entire paradise bathed in glory, Shine Sprites twirling around Shine Sprite Tower.

…the castle. I have baked…

All the galaxies in the world united into one. A baby Luma making one last effort to let him live and succeeding. Sacrifice.

…a cake for…

After seven bad runs with different castles, finally the one that she truly resides in.

…you. Yours truly, Princess Toadstool.

Soft lips pressed up against his plump cheek. All the trouncing faced by Goombas and Koopas and Chain Chomps vanished as if they had never even touched him.

Peach!

Mario looked up, tugging down his imaginary hat, and threw himself on the spot of ground before him, bones cracking as he did so. He covered the spot as if he were trying to protect others from a grenade. And then he vanished.

“WAHAHAHAHA!” Wario laughed, wiping a happy tear from his eye having witnessed the death of his nemesis. And now good fortune was on his way; a whole mountain of gold had been promised to him for this bounty.

“It’s a-me! Mario!” a cheery voice decreed beside him. Wario raised an eyebrow in response and turned to face the source. Mario smirked as he yanked his precious cap from Wario’s weak grip, slapping it on his head.

While the pain did not go away, the gradual loss of life did. Mario was going to need to heal up with some coins after this battle, but his sheer force of will was going to carry him through this.

He had used a hidden warp pad hidden on his lawn you see, for Mario had a fascination with traps now. It was sort of his thing.

Maybe he would have to take up gardening now.

Because Luigi was dead after all. Wario killed Luigi so now Mario had to kill Wario I guess.

Mario grimaced and punched the tree beside them. Holding out his hand, a Mega Mushroom dropped into his waiting palm.

Wario gasped and tried to make a break for it, but Mario’s foot easily sunk Wario’s squishy behind into the grass. Holding Wario down with ease, Mario tossed the mushroom into his mouth and grew ten times his size.

As he grew, he made sure to lighten the strength of his stamping so as to not kill Wario. Yet. For Wario’s death needed to be a masterpiece.

“NO!” Wario shouted, trying to push Mario’s foot off of him, but as he became a mere ant to the gigantic Mario, Wario threw his hands in the air and shouted, “Don’t do this! He’ll kill you! Let me live and I’ll help you kill him!”

Mario blinked.

How strangely coherent of Wario.

Then spasms all over. A giant ball of ice had crashed into his head, cracking like a coconut on him. Mario fell from the sky, shrinking back to his normal size. And as the green grass rushed towards him, he saw a white painting getting curiously closer and closer to his face…

Mario tumbled into Snowman’s Land like a lazy no-good husband cast into the streets. The giant living Snowman Mountain stared down at him. While surely the mountain had no desire to hurt him, Mario still felt uncomfortable under his gaze. He plodded softly to the right, looking around at the old familiar terrain.

Before him was a lake of ice so cold it would scorch the bottom of the man who dared hop in for a swim. And directly above that lake was a sheet of ice that the Big Ice Bully used to challenge people on. But now the Big Ice Bully was dead and gone and hopefully, no adventurer had come here since and accidentally got stuck in the death trap below the ice.

“WAAAAAH!”

Wario had materialized behind him suddenly, scrambling across the snow. Shoving Mario to the side, he pinched his nose, leaping into the lake.

Mario tried to stop him but it was too late. Once one’s keister made contact with that ice, you were done for. Wario howled as he rocketed up into the sheet of ice only to bump his head and fall back into the burning lake.

This continued until Wario’s lifeless body made it to the other side of the lake, only to then slink back into the lake and dissolve slowly.

The night had begun with four. Now there was only one.

Then a pain like no other seared the side of his skull.

Darkness.

Mario’s eyes fluttered open to see a stretch of thin ice supporting him. He knew this place all too well, the bridge that hovered before the mouth of Snowman Mountain. Mere yards behind him were the lips of the Snowman who would blow a mighty gust of air that would sweep Mario right off the mountain.

And if he was there…and the giant Snowman was there…that could only mean…

“You!” Mario painstakingly pointed, voice cracking from such foreign vocabulary.

Two flippers slapped against each other softly.

“So you finally figured it out,” Mama Penguin sneered. “Yes, I hired Wario and Waluigi to eliminate you and of course, they failed.”

She gazed off the mountain, taking a quiet moment to embrace the amount of distance between them and the ground. That was fine. Mario needed time to think…

But he had no traps at his disposal and he was even weaker than before.

“You killed my son, Mario Mario,” Mama Penguin shook her head.

Mario froze mid-planning. What? he wanted to say, but such foreign words to him were too much of an effort to spout.

“Yes, I realized it years later, I was looking at my child and I realized that—he was no son of mine,” she said stoically.

But this was ridiculous! She told him that was the wrong penguin! She didn’t even care when he throttled to his death.

Oh if only Mario said more than “Mama Mia!” and “It’s a-me, Mario!” It would make this situation much simpler to navigate. His throat tightened as he tempted to explain his side, but lost all gumption as Mama Penguin began waddling towards him.

If he stayed put, she would push him into the Snowman’s breath and he would be hurled off the mountain. If he were to jump off the mountain to escape, he would surely perish.

He leaned to his left, right shoulder falling slack.

“Now I will kill you for what you did to me and my son, Mario Mario,” Mama Penguin explained coldly as she pushed Mario closer and closer to the wind.

Mario tried pushing her back but it was no use: she was too big for him.

Then it hit him. He had one last trick left. Running away from Mama Penguin, he approached the wind quickly and just as he was about to collide with the torrent, he turned on his heel, banged a U-ie, and charged at the deranged mother, ducking into a crouch and sliding right between her legs.

As she slowly turned to face him, Mario rolled to the edge of the bridge, his body failing him. It didn’t matter that he had his cap back on him; too much damage had been done.

Mario jumped as high as he could and crashed back into the ice with a mighty Ground Pound.

Fortunately his butt still had enough strength left in it to shatter the bridge and send Mama Penguin tumbling to her death.

As Mama Penguin throttled to the ground below, she felt the cold wind rush past her, brushing her cheek. This was how Junior must have felt.

Her son was but a baby when he died; she knew nothing of him beyond his demise.

Finally, she shared something with her son; the agony of having to helplessly watch your death unfold before you. At least Mario had given that to her in her death.

Mario strained to spit one of his catchphrases out as he watched Mama Penguin explode into bloody guts, but his chest prevented him. His whole body was caving inwards. He gritted his teeth and tried to pull himself up the cliff but it was no use. There was no getting out of this.

Remembering the taste of Peach’s cake in his mouth, he let go of the cliff, falling into his beloved’s arms, and she carried him to the spiky rocks down below.

Rolling green, twirling, thundering, screaming, spiraling all around. A sudden thud, his brain’s rotation lagging behind, reorienting itself with this new gravity.

Mario got to his feet, feeling completely rejuvenated, and saw Luigi touching up the lawn.

Mouth dry from screaming, Mario walked over to Luigi and put a hand on his shoulder.

How could this be? How could he still be alive?

He died. He remembered seeing the sky get farther and farther away.

Yet at the same time, he only knew he died. He couldn’t remember what it felt like.

His eyes narrowed in deep focus.

War. Death. Legacy. Rebirth.

Mario.

…

Another Mario.

That wasn’t him that watched Wario burn to death. That wasn’t him that held Luigi’s hand so tightly.

That was someone who gave his life so that he could be.

Somewhere out there, Wario and Waluigi were out there scheming again. They would be back.

Mama Penguin was a goner though. Surely she had no access to the Extra Lives System like the brothers did.

Luigi gently punched Mario in the jaw, taking off his sunhat to better look Mario in the eyes.

Mario saw the pain in Luigi. He must have felt it too.

Luigi reached out and grabbed Mario’s hand and squeezed it tightly.

“Mama Mia,” Mario finally let out.

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“Well…now you’ve gone and ruined my favorite gun…” James grumbled, wiping the blood-spattered remnants from his pistol onto his pants leg, then grimacing at the stain that was left over.

“Should have thought that through…" 

Before he had much of a chance to do anything else, however, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. 

Removing one of his latex gloves, he fished it out, sighing at the name, before answering.

“Hello, light of my life…" 

"Yes, well, you’re not exactly my idea of a stellar phone call, either.” The voice on the other end snapped at him, and he stifled a chuckle.

“You’re much too easy to tease, Becs. Since you’re calling, I can only assume Arrow wants me back at HQ.”

“And he gets it right! Yes, he wants you back here ASAP. Did you get a chance to call the clean-up crew yet?”

“Uhm, no, kinda just baked the cupcake, which exploded everywhere, might I add. Very rude of it.” To this, he grimaced at the remains on the toe of his boot, and started to rub it off on the side of the brick wall opposite him.

“Well, don’t worry, I’ve called and detailed the location, they’ll be there to fix the kitchen in no time. Meanwhile, get your rear over here. It’s important.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there. See you in a few." 

And before he gave her the chance to respond, he swiped the phone call to an end, carefully sliding it back into his pocket, and only sparing his victim one last glance before taking off in the opposite direction.

The journey to Arrow’s lair, considering he didn’t stop home first to change clothes, took him a grand total of an hour by foot. He would have taken a taxi, but he wasn’t about to be that cliche.

He was greeted out front by the usual suspects-Charlie and Mac-who nodded to him before he entered the foyer.

"Couldn’t you at the very least have cleaned up a little before coming here?”

A quick glance up revealed none other than the Operater herself, Rebecca. Or, as James was wont to call her, Becs. 

She looked nothing less than annoyed at his presence as she tapped her foot, curly brown hair bouncing with the motion and mouth pursed, wearing her signature  vegan leather jacket, baggy tee, jeans and trusty boots that had seen more wear and tear than perhaps James, himself.

“Well, you impressed upon me the utmost importance of this meeting, so yeah, I could’ve gone home to clean up, but then I would’ve been here later, now, wouldn’t I?” He countered, to which Becs only rolled her eyes, turning with a jaunt down the hall.

He knew by now protocol was to follow her, and he did so, pushing his hands into the shallow recesses of his jacket pockets.

“What was so important, anyway? Usually he can wait a bit, but it seems like time’s a bit of the essence this go around. Is it a prostitution ring? Kidnapping? Murder plot?”

“James, you know very well by now that I can’t tell you, only Arrow can do that.” She sighed, though slowed down to allow him to walk beside her.

“Beeeeecssss.” James whined, considering pulling at her jacket, but knowing full well he would get slugged in the face for daring to do so with dirty hands.

“All I can tell you is that it’s incredibly important. Probably one of the most high-priority missions you’ve ever been on, so you need to have your head on right.”

James blinked, eyebrows furrowed at this statement of hers. He had had his fair share of priority missions, so to be told that this was going to rank up there as a primo one?

Well, he was nothing short of excited.

Their conversation was cut short, however, as they stopped short in front of Arrow’s door.

“Well, this is where I take my leave. Good luck in there.” She was about to pat his arm, but stopped short at seeing a rather large hunk of goop on the sleeve, and thus quickly withdrew her hand and took off down the hallway, causing him to chuckle heartily, before letting himself in.

As with any and every cliche action movie, Arrow wasn’t facing him when he entered the office.

No, he was stood next to the window, hands clasped behind his back, eyebrows furrowed and looking much like Atlas-the entire weight of the world his to bear.

“James, reporting for duty, sir.” The young man attempted to break the tension with a quip, smiling weakly in the presence of his superior.

Arrow was a tall man. Older, but no less handsome due to his age. He had sharp cheekbones, salt and pepper hair, a defined jawline and a stare so piercing with blue, blue eyes, it sometimes appeared as if he was looking into you rather than at you.

Some would find that type of stare creepy. James had seen it enough times to find it cool now, though he could freely admit that the first time he had seen the man, he had been quite intimidated.

That stare was now fixed on him, though it had since softened with a quirk to his lips.

“James…it’s nice to see you. It’s been nearly a month.”

“Huh…it has, hasn’t it…” James mused, reaching up to push messy black hair from equally dark eyes, though his attention never wavered.

“Time does fly…but I didn’t call you here to wax on and off about life’s temporary permanence. There’s something…of great importance that I need you to take care of for me. I could think of no one else for the task.” He spoke softly as he glided, rather than moved, back to his chair, sliding upon the leather seat and motioning for James to do the same in the seat across from himself.

Not one known to disobey an order, casual or otherwise, James moved to sit in the proffered chair, trying and failing to look even an ounce as suave as his superior, and thus settled with picking at his nail bed.

“As you very well know, because of my business, there’s always a price to be had on my head. Crime organizations don’t exactly take kindly to my taking out some of the most powerful people under their hand, you see.”

James only nodded so as not to disrupt Arrow’s flow of words.

“Not only is it myself who they want…but they’ve made threats. Normally, I wouldn’t be bothered by such empty words, but these threats are being made by significant crime lords with connections that I couldn’t even begin to dream to have…enter you, James.”

The young man blinked, not yet seeing his entry into this convoluted web.

“Ah…did you…want me to protect you?”

“No, but close…it’s not my safety that I’m concerned about…it’s my son’s. He is my only child, a sweet young man, but incredibly naive…I worry about him endlessly. Whether he’s going to school, or out with a friend, I can’t help but feel like there’s someone lurking out there, waiting for the opportune moment to take the most dear thing to me.

And so…it is him that I need you to protect.”

James wasn’t sure how to feel about this.

Should he be happy that Arrow was entrusting him with something-someone-so very important?

Should he be annoyed because he was going to be, essentially, nothing more than a glorified babysitter?

His emotions were, to put it simply, on short circuit overdrive.

Taking his silence as permission to proceed, Arrow continued.

“I can’t guarantee you how long this mission is going to last. It could be nothing more than a few days, it could be much longer. It will only be until I can arrange to have those sewer rats rotting in a prison cell, as I’m close to certain I know exactly who it is that’s making the threats.”

Again, James said nothing.

“I only ask you because out of everyone under my care, you are the one whom I trust the most. If you decline, I’ll understand, but I’m not sure who else I could recruit for this.”

Shaking his head free from the stupor he had been mired in, he swallowed thickly.

“Ah…are you sure I’m really the best option here? I mean, why not Charlie or Mac? They’re huge, certainly they would be the most fit for the job.”

“As capable as they are on the size chart, I need someone with not only strength, but speed and a knack for making the best decisions under a lot of pressure. You have proved time and again that you are capable of doing so, hence my choosing of you. However, as I mentioned, if you feel that you’re not up to the task, I would never force it upon you.”

James raised his hands, smiling weakly. “No, I didn’t say that! I was just…a little confused. But, I mean, I’ve never declined a mission yet. Wouldn’t want to ruin my perfect record, right?” He teased, to which Arrow replied in kind with a small smile of his own.

“I suppose that wouldn’t do, now, would it? I will arrange for you to meet him this evening. This will give you more than enough time to get yourself cleaned up before then, yes?”

“Ahh, I had almost forgotten I was covered in the innerds of my enemies! Yeah, better off not scaring him right off the bat! Can’t have his first impression of me tainted thinking I enjoy chianti and cannibalism.”

This joke, it seemed, was lost on Arrow, and so James simply excused himself before he made an even bigger fool out of of himself.

Becs was waiting for him when he arrived back in the grand foyer, looking less annoyed and more curious now.

“Weeeell, did you agree to take on the mission?”

Taking a page out of her book, James waggled a finger at her. “Nuh uh uh, if I don’t get to know any details about my own mission beforehand, then you don’t get t-ah! Ow, dammit, okay, I did!” He winced as Rebecca pulled at his ear, only releasing it when he replied in the affirmative.

“Now, was that so difficult?”

James frowned openly at her, but the pain was soon forgotten as he remembered a question that had been burning at him after the meeting. 

“Have you…have you ever met Arrow’s son?”

“Oh heavens, no. He never brings him here. I’m supposing you’ll meet him tonight at a place far removed from here. He wouldn’t want his son knowing what he does.”

“But we’re the good guys!”

“Good motive, still murder." 

I feel like I’m going on a date… James thought to himself as he looked through his wardrobe, finally settling on a clean, nice pair of jeans that he tried not to wear on missions, a long sleeved black shirt, and a pair of shoes that didn’t have blood stains all over them.

It being evening, he decided to take his car to where Arrow had deigned him to meet his son, with tall buildings and well-dressed men and women, including those going into the restaurant that James was appointed to rendezvous in.

Foregoing the valet because he couldn’t remember what was in his car and he wasn’t about to let a valet find incriminating evidence, he parked a couple of blocks back and walked inside.

"Welcome to Antonio’s, do you have a reservation?” A practiced, if polite, host greeted him.

“Uh, yeah, I think so, I-”

“I’ll take it from here, Mark.” A waiter approached the two, inclining his head for James to follow, which he did after bidding the original host goodbye with a jerky nod.

The walk was short before he was deposited into an uncrowded corner of the lavish restaurant opposite Arrow, but there was distinctly someone missing, which James was about to comment on when the waiter left, but he beat him to it.

“My son will be here shortly, he had a class end late.” Arrow informed, taking a sip of his wine.

“No problem, i-”

“Ah, sorry I’m late!” A breathless voice greeted them, and James looked up to be faced with a slightly harried young man.

He was small, at least half a head shorter than James, with light brown hair and large, pretty hazel eyes. 

James was having a hard time seeing this as Arrow’s son, because frankly, he looked nothing like him.

“He favors his mother.” Arrow filled in as his son flushed before sitting beside his father.

“Dad…” He whined quietly, wringing the napkin between his hands.

“James, this is my son, Blaze. Blaze, this is James. He’s the one from the office that I was telling you about before.”

Blaze glanced up, hazel eyes meeting green, one light brown eyebrow quirked, before Blaze looked at his father.

“Dad, you expect me to believe that he’s an associate at your work?" 

James nearly coughed into his water at Blaze’s spot on deduction, instead he glanced at Arrow, who couldn’t have looked more at ease.

"Of course not, son. He’s the son of an associate at work. He’s also your new bodyguard, so you may want to get used to him now.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Blaze.” James smiled. 

Blaze, however, looked annoyed, staring at his father.

“Since when do I need a bodyguard?”

“Since I said so. Are you going to keep questioning me and being rude or are you going to properly speak with James?”

This statement broached no argument, for Blaze flushed before turning forward to face James.

“Sorry…it’s nice to meet you, as well, James." 

"What are you studying in school?”

“Game design, with a minor in cultural studies. I’d like to make the gaming universe a more diverse place to be.” Blaze explained with a smile, his hands having moved from fiddling with his napkin to resting in his lap. Clearly, he was passionate about his chosen field of study.

“Oh, very nice. Have you made any games yet?”

He shook his head no. 

“Nah. Not full ones, at least. I made a demo that won an award, though.”

“My son is talented beyond measure.” Arrow complimented as he looked through his menu.

Blaze preened, clearly pleased to have been worthy of his father’s praise, before turning back to James.

“Did you always want to be a bodyguard, James?”

“Hmm…it came naturally.” He finally decided upon, figuring, for the most part, it was the truth, and it wouldn’t bring about any more questions.

“I see. Well, I’ve never had a bodyguard before, so I find the whole thing a little ridiculous, to be honest. I mean, the school has security, dad. They even have boxes on campus you can press to call a guard right to you.”

Arrow was only half listening as he took a sip of wine. “As I said before, there’s no arguing my decision. Make peace with it or not, James will be protecting you.”

Blaze sighed quietly, his last ditch effort clearly not having gone the way he wanted it to, though he managed a small smile at James.

“Apologies now, I’m afraid I won’t be a terribly interesting subject to protect.”

“More’s the pity. I was hoping for an absolute party animal with a penchant for mayhem.” James teased, getting a laugh out of Blaze and a smile from Arrow.

Oh, if only he knew what was in store…