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y2ksnowglobe · 9 months

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Deep appreciation for episode 30 (Van on the Run)

This is a long post where I just ramble on all the moments that make me love this episode.

The dethroning of fleshlight tag as the worst thing that anyone ever said.

The "Hey Andrew" story

Big old butt crack down the middle of the orb

Terry Jr. asking why Ron isn't wearing pants

"I'd better write that down as a note. Terry Jr., easy to lie to."

Lark literally taking a note about how unpaid interns die sometimes. (This turns into my firm belief that Mae Hailes is a paid intern)

Ron insisting Paeden is his half-brother. "My dad is my dad too!"

just gonna weep and tear my hair out real quick over that one.

Ron's insights on the patriarchy

"My stepson is here, and I am looking at him in the eye right now and it's not weird at all. It's not weird. We're just making eye contact right here." "It's a little weird. You have not blinked in several minutes." "Now it hurts to blink, so I'm not going to ever…" "That's not how it works. You have to blink." "No. It's like my eyes are getting…" "Dad, blink." Like what a way to start normalizing Terry Jr. calling Ron "Dad"

Sparrow's stealth hug

Just...starting to really see the dead inside Grant is both heartbreaking and really funny.

Nick's shaky fist bump makes me wanna cry.

I am always there for a good low perception roll joke.

Reveal that Ron just carries to lure that killed Willy around with him.

"Yeah! Your dad is George Washington!"

THEORY TIME: Like this episode is where we get most of our information about the kids' time in Ravenloft, and like...I don't buy it. Looking at how the kids phrase things, I've been solidly convinced that the O-Dads have Geas'ed the hell out of these kids so they can't give any specific details about what was done to them, but I feel like there's a loophole where they can talk about things that weren't done. So, for example: Nick specifies that Bill ignored him. I'll keep coming back to this as we keep going.

Weird detail: Darryl is with Glenn on the murder Henry's dad train at the start.

God I love to hate Barry Oak so much, he makes me skin crawl and he is in top form in this episode.

"I AM DRIVING WITH MY FRIENDS, FATHER! I'LL TALK TO YOU LATER!" It's such a teenager-y thing to say and I feel like it really gives a snapshot into what their relationship was like back in the day.

I really wanna get a snapshot into Nick's mind as he hears his dad completely lose his cool about Barry. Like, my boy did such a good job trying to act unbothered and brave, and then Glenn just is deeply and visibly upset about Barry almost killing him (which is valid, I just feel like it's a new experience for Nick)

Lark and Sparrow jumping in to drive when Henry lets go of the wheel. Like, not sure what happened with Sparrow, but Lark has been an epic driver from the get-go.

ANOTHER THEORY: Sparrow is really interesting in this episode. He willingly covers his ears when asked by Henry, and he's the one who hits the brakes when Henry tells them to stop the car. He's also just weirdly chill and forgiving, and like...I do not buy this as love wolf shit, he is clearly under some kind of magical influence to make him more compliant. You do not get the Sparrow that looks scared in the drone footage in episode 28 to this remarkably chill and forgiving kid without magical interference.

Freddie putting his foot down that Glenn would not mess with firearms while drunk

Barry's "Oh kakaw kakaw" when he's shot is probably in my top ten vocal stims from this show.

Lark enthusiastically supporting Glenn shooting Barry makes me so happy

Henry going from trying to be firm and calm as Glenn loses his shit, and immediately shifting to "ooooh, I hate you so much" as soon as Barry starts talking to him is so funny. Just all the ideals fly out the window.

Find it super interesting how Henry cites "respecting his choices" as a thing here considering what happens later on with the bracelets.

I both do and don't want to know if Anthony already had the idea for the Lark and Sparrow homunculi when Barry offers letting Henry take his kids and run and giving up all the other kids. Like regardless of whether or not it was planned, I do love the idea that Barry is giving this offer because he knows he's got the real ones tucked back in Oakvale.

I love the word abscond, okay?

Love Barry framing his failure as a father as disappointment in Henry's choices. I want to kick him in the face.

Mr. Mustache calling Ron "Honey"

"No. You just exasperatedly asked why a bunch of times. A.k.a. the Henry Oak special."

Geas theory follow up: Lark telling them they forgot to feed them fits into the loophole of being something the granddads didn't do, so they're allowed to mention it. Also this part of starting to hint at what exactly went down is so just *chefs kiss.*

Freddie's "WHY?" When Matt asks if Darryl can perceive that Ron peed his pants.

Freddie being told the charm needs to be in an enclosed space and immediately going "What if we had an umbrella?"

Freddie picking the first audio result for Fantasy Tavern for the sound.

"Bring us your hottest moms!"

This next bit always slays me and I don't even know why:

The jokes about the level one adventurer group is beautiful. I hope things turned out okay for that fighter and four rogues.

Henry making up Mr. X only for Mr. X to be real.

Ron thoroughly describing the fake voice he's going to do, only to reveal it's just his normal voice.

Ron's whole exchange with the other rogues.

Henry describing Glenn's fantasy voice as Italian

Anthony trying to keep up with what the crew are trying to do as they're attempting to get a room.

Also, everything is in shillings now for no adequately explained reason?

The random bar patrons who are gonna be so disappointed when they make it to the other side of town to find out that Hi I'm Ron is not playing.

The start of the NPCs realizing they could have asked for more money gag.

Glenn almost going to see what's up with Mr. X but then getting bored.

Anthony doing a C3P0 impression

Geas Theory update: Grant phrases it as "they weren't nice" and the most detail we get from Grant is that "Willy's really mean" only for him to then say, "It was fine, I guess." Terry tops out at saying that Willy "shouted at them a fair number of times" and that's as intense as any of their descriptions get. Like this is sus as heck. Especially since at minimum, we know that Lark and Sparrow got homunclui'd and that somehow, Barry got the twins to sit quietly. The boys are underselling this and the only one that would be in character for would be like...Nick (who we already saw was super shaky). Darryl even prompts Grant saying it's okay if it was rough and they were scared and we still get no further information.

Ron's scary story is so good for so many reasons. Like the way he tries to make it spookier by making Willy a man with a fishingpole for an arm, by calling fish "food that breathes underwater" like that mixed with the realization that he's telling the story of how Willy died is just...an excellent combo of scary and not scary and it's just a baffling bunch of weird that is pure Ron.

Terry being baffled by Ron asking if they want to sing Rock-a-bye Baby, only for it to turn out Ron doesn't know the words.

"You find more knives than not knife in his pants."

The fact that Lark was smuggling knives for a breakout attempt is just so lovely, go off my murderous little weirdo.

Also seeing Henry taking weapons from his kids knowing where this ends up is just (collapses into a ball of sad)

Henry deflecting from the werewolf questions by just switching to the topic of puberty, only for Sparrow to be too receptive to wanting to learn.

Darryl overhearing Paeden saying that Grant's dad is cool only for Grant to not say anything in response.

"Did Ron kill his dad?"

Seeing Darryl be actually upset about the fact that he's the only one who'd want to see his dad, but his dad's not there. And seeing Darryl actually grapple with the idea that he doesn't understand Glenn, Henry, and Ron's relationships with their dads, and like the weird feeling of not being able to relate being isolating, but still realizing it's an isolation you should be thankful for.

Ghost football ft. George Washington and one of his slaves

"Dude, that was the entire snarling id of the American masculine psyche in one image…It was like football, George Washington, your dad, and the Sword of Damocles that is slavery."

Glenn in the dream space

Bill Close calling Glenn tiger is just like such a small detail but it's like one of those moments that we really can actually see him being a dad, I think?

The gut punch of "Do you love me?" and "You wake up." like God DAMN!!!!!

Like this episode is such a buffet of character dynamics, and jokes, and lore, and room for theories, and I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!! WHY DID IT TAKE ME SO LONG TO REALIZE IT'S MY FAVORITE????????

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #ron stampler #willy stampler #bill close #glenn close dndads #darryl wilson #paeden bennetts #grant wilson #henry oak #sparrow oak #lark oak #terry jr. stampler #nick close #barry oak

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astridthevalkyrie · 1 year

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chand ko chakor dekhe, tujkho naseebo wala (the bird looks at the moon, a lucky one looks at you) | hawks x reader | chapter 5

“You’ve died twice? From clocks? “I know you’re not blind to the rocks and debris flying literally everywhere! The world would be better off without you in it!” you scream at the villain. The machine is even louder as it breaks and jams into the ground. “Flying building pieces or something, I don’t know—one hit me yesterday. The first day I got knocked into a wall, and then I woke up hugging my body pillow. Same thing the next day. And the next, and the next. Did my number three pro hero partner save me? No, he let me get stuck in a fucking time loop!” Or, you’ll do a lot of things with infinite time on your hands, but falling in love with Keigo Takami isn’t one of them.

a/n: hey

warnings: hawks being an endeavor fanboy, fourth wall breakage sorta, shorter chapter because i’m lazy, death but at this point you know that, implied daddy kink, invasive thoughts make reader lick just a taste of her own blood

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Burning alive is, without a doubt, the most painful way to die.

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“Do you have to kill Endeavor?” Hawks whines.

“Why the fuck would I skip him?” You roll your eyes as far as your eyes can roll (how much roll can an eyeroll roll if an eyeroll could roll eye aaaand now neither of them sound like real words). “Besides, he has a bad attitude. He needs to be knocked down a peg or two.”

Besides, as far as he knows, you’re not skipping anyone. No, you’re not going to tell Hawks that you haven’t actually killed him, because you’re not about to admit that shit publicly to anyone, least of all the spared victim himself. It’s not like you’re taking a break day! The second you’d decided to spare birdbrain, you’d immediately started drafting up plans to take down the number two. And yes, by drafting up plans, you mean seeing how many cheese puffs you can stuff into your mouth while thinking about whether or not it was a viable option to just rip that dumb fucking fire mustache from his face and then put him in the ground while he writhes in embarrassment.

“Think you’re just mad he beat you so quick.” He slouches in his seat, crossing his arms like the child he is. You wrinkle your nose. Fanboy Hawks is, without a doubt, your least favorite version. There’s a few different Hawks, you’ve learned both during this nightmare and before it. There’s Hero Hawks, focused, careful, incredibly precise and incredibly dangerous, who can take anyone out in a matter of seconds. He’s not to be confused with Celebrity Hawks, who is a dumb bitch.

Then there’s Foodie Hawks notasgoatedasChefHawks (seriously. when the man wants to cook he COOKS), Twenty-Two Year Old Hawks who does flips off buildings or whatever the fuck, Good Friend™ Hawks who likes karaoke and fried chicken and dancing terribly, Regrettably Sexy Hawks with his pornworthy voice and slutty muscles, and you’re sure somewhere in there is Real Hawks, whose name probably isn’t even Hawks, but that’s a mystery you don’t care about enough to uncover.

And Fanboy Hawks. A pain in the ass.

“I’m not mad,” you correct, not gently, “I’m determined to make him experience every single level of hell he made me feel. Seriously, how is it legal for him to use his quirk? Firepower is destructive, and heroes don’t kill.”

Hawks gives you the most unimpressed look you’ve ever seen on him.

“Heroes that think the dead bodies will actually stay dead don’t kill. Shitbrain.”

“You never know,” he hums, wiggling his eyebrows at you. What the fuck is up with those brows? Why do they split off at the ends like that—OHHHH, LIKE WINGS. That makes sense. But it doesn’t really. Like, the man’s a bird, that doesn’t mean each individual body part is a bird, does it? Maybe if you take his shirt off (youhaveseenhimshirtlessbeforesuckitbitches🤪) his stomach will like…kakaw kakaw at you? What the fuck. “Maybe one of these days you don’t reset, and you have the best hero of our generation’s blood on your hands while you rot away in a cell.”

“He’s not our generation’s anything, dickrider. And even if we were fugly with wrinkles, the best hero would be All Might.”

“Endeavor isn’t fugly!” Hawks cries. This is definitely deep rooted. Deeeeep rooted. Daddy issues. He practically screams daddy issues. And mommy issues. Issues in general, parental or otherwise. “He’s hot. Pun intended. And All Might is so…” Both his arms go up high, as though he couldn’t just say the word ‘tall.’

You beckon for him to go on. “Hot? Sexy? Fuckable?”

“Dad.”

“Daddy.”

“Ooh.” He grins. “Don’t say that, I might like it.”

You throw a french fry at him.

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Endeavor’s hands are large. Large large. Super large. Ginormous, embiggen, elongate. You get the picture. (You, the reader, not you the self insert. But it’s you, you, who is talking to you. Nice to meet u, you, sincerely you. How’s that for fuckery).

Without breaking a single sweat, he’s able to grab you by the face and swing you halfway across the city, and even the wind can’t stop you with the force of his throw. You crash through glass, which breaks into your skin, because of COURSE it does, and you hit the ground of some office building with a scream.

The most annoying part of dying constantly is that your body doesn’t become accustomed to the pain at all. When you wake up tomorrow, you won’t have any of the injuries you gain today, but you also have no resiliency and no change in your abilities.

From this nice little comfortable spot (it’s not comfortable you can’t even be sarcastic about it that’s how uncomfortable it is), you can practically hear the jetpack flames or whatever Endeavor has on his feet come closer. You lie there, weakly kicking your feet as you bleed out like a pincushion, miserably enjoying your last few minutes before the restart.

An invasive thought makes you dip your finger in the pool under you, then push the digit past your lips.

GROSS.

Endeavor shows up, looks at you in abject disgust, aims, and sets you ablaze.

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And that’s how. The next year goes.

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Maybe just a few months. Maybe a week. Who knows?

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You’re tired, but you keep trying.

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Sometimes you talk to Endeavor. He responds in mean words and dismissive grunts. Sometimes a rare word of acknowledgment. You get it on camera once to show Hawks later, but die before you get the chance and then your phone, y’know, doesn’t have it anymore, and for some reason Endeavor doesn’t do it again. Even though you ask the exact same way.

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Hawks doesn’t care. He finds you, shrieking and sobbing and clutching onto your pillow in your apartment, and pries it from you, holding your face in his hands asking you what’s wrong songbird and telling you i waited for you at patrol and you never showed and i got worried.

And you tell him, again. And you don’t show him how your foot is swollen from how you’d repeatedly banged it against the corner of your bed to force the tears out. It stays hidden under the sheets as he cradles you, thumbs away your tears and rubs two fingers against your neck that must unblock and activate a chakra because you suddenly feel free.

“Hawks,” you sniff, “do you wanna make me feel better?”

“‘Course,” he whispers, kissing the tip of your nose. “Say the word and it’s yours, songbird, what do you need?”

“How should I kill Endeavor?”

“What?”

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“Hawks,” you sniff, “do you wanna make me feel better?”

“‘Course,” he whispers, kissing the tip of your nose. “Say the word and it’s yours, songbird, what do you need?”

“I’m bored. Entertain me. Tell me how you would fight the other pros.”

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“‘Course,” he whispers, kissing the tip of your nose. “Say the word and it’s yours, songbird, what do you need?”

“I’m bored. Entertain me. Tell me how you would fight Endeavor.”

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“I’m bored. Entertain me. Tell me how you would come out on top in a fight against Endeavor.”

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“Say Endeavor fights you, how would you try to survive?”

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“If you were to, hypothetically, fight Endeavor, is there any way you could come out on top?”

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“Poor baby,” your partner coos, feathers running to and fro to get you water and another blanket. “Are you entertained now? Feeling better?”

He wipes the final tear from your cheek as you close your eyes, smiling sickly.

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It’s the same office building. Fate is funny like that, throwing you in through maybe the same window, but sparing you some this time around. It knows victory is with you, no matter how hard it will punish for this later.

You lay there again, knowing now that there’s no need to move. Hawks wouldn’t, so you don’t either. And isn’t it fantastic that Endeavor’s biggest fan should give you the means to murder him in cold blood?

The fiery mustache man flies in through the window, and all you do is wiggle your fingers a little. Hurricane does the rest. You don’t call it out. It’s more surprising this way.

The broken shards rise, and they spin around you. A tornado with you in the dead center. It spins, and spins, likeLeviinAttackOnTitanhe’ssohotbarkbarkbark until the room is filled, and you’re still lying there, dead center and damaged and battered, with little bits of Endeavor flying around you too.

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For the first time ever, Hawks doesn’t laugh at your story. He reels back, hurt and disgusted, and you may as well have jammed a glass shard into yourself. “That’s sick, Nightingale,” he looks like he might vomit, “that’s fucking sick.”

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Tracking All Might down is hard, but then you find him, um? on some beach? even though you’re pretty sure the man is a teacher now, and you float down in front of him.

He has the famous smile and everything, beaming at you. “Ah, Nightingale, is it? What brings you to the coastline, young one?”

You stare at him. For an awfully long time. Not once does his smile disappear. He looks every bit the symbol of peace he is.

You’ve lost count of time. Endeavor could have taken a century, as far as you’re aware.

Fuck it.

With barely two motions, you bring your fists together then separate them, and his smile doesn’t even fall from his face when the air is sucked from his lungs, and he drops to the ground, gone.

“All Might?”

When you turn around, there’s some green-haired dork there, standing frozen in place, staring not at you but at the corpse behind. He’d had a box of…something, likely food, that’s slipped from his hands. It’s not the first time you’ve killed with a child present, but definitely not in such close range. You sigh, rolling your eyes in whatever mock pity you have left in you.

Then his arm starts to glow.

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks x you #keigo takami x you #takami keigo x you #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #boku no hero academia x you #ckc fic #valkyrie stories

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chocolateytruth · 10 months

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Chocolatey Beginnnings

Do you think an object such as food could shape a whole group of people around it or do the people shape the food into what it needs to be? Figuratively, yes, people shape food into what they want it to become, but in a way for chocolate it was different in Mesoamerica. Chocolate is made from the seeds of the Theobroma cacao tree, named by a botanist in the 1750s, Carl Linnaeus, who created the modern system of naming living organisms- binomial nomenclature. Theobroma in Latin means “the foods of the gods” while the word cacao was taken from the native peoples in Mesoamerica, but linguists have issues tracing which group and where the word originated from in Mesoamerica. Amongst historical linguists they are in between two groups of native people: the Olmec language, mixe-zoquean, calling cacao, “kakaw(a)” and the Aztec or Mexica language related to contemporary Nahuatl calling cacao, “kakawa-ti.” These variations in the words from quite different Native civilizations from different time periods show that cacao had definitely originated from Mesoamerica, but that cacao had a long history that could have been passed throughout Mesoamerica through trade and the meeting and mixing of many people. Through the Olmecs and the Mayans, we could observe the symbolism of cacao held in the two distinct cultures and how the symbolism of cacao had transformed when it came into contact with the Mayans.

The major similarity between the Olmecs and the Mayans is how cacao was held to be a particularly important part in spiritual thought. The Olmecs included cacao in their burial rituals and Archeologists found pottery that has traces of cacao on the plate that were found in a supposed Olmec burial site. The Mayans as well as believe that their people should be buried with cacao so, their spirits may have some cacao to offer to gods. With the meaning came a deep belief that cacao is the food of the gods and that if you had cacao with you when you died, you would have an offering to give to the gods and move on to your eternal resting place. With these beliefs, many people wanted to have cacao with them. Another belief that showed to be fairly similar between these civilizations would be telling stories onto pottery. Most of the accounts we are able to retrieve are through the pottery that have been uncovered in archeological searches of the areas where Natives people have resided. Some of the other accounts are through Codexis, but the best way to know that the pottery found is for chocolate is the glyph that could be seen on numerous amounts of pottery. It said that the earliest evidence of cacao for the Mayan dates back from pottery that belongs to the preclassic period, 2000 BCE-250 CE, located in Belize. Archaeologists believe the pot found in an elite’s burial site could possibly be from 600 BCE, which depicted the cacao glyph, ka-ka-w. The cacao glyph consists of three signs: a fish preceded by a comb-like sign that represents the fin of a fish followed by a last sign that refers to the sign of corn. You can see this glyph of cacao shown on all the pottery placed in the image grouping above. Other pottery like the Popul Vuh, depicts the gods they believe to have significance in their lives such as maize god. The pottery reveals that cacao is used to create humankind which reveals the connection between cacao as an important sustenance in this society as well as the connection to the gods. This is especially important because the Natives placed cacao as an important food commodity that is used in a lot dealing in their daily lives.

The materialistic side where the origins of cacao are seen from the Mayans in the societal classes and where cacao was held in the class system. In the Mayan civilization cacao is held by those who were fortunate enough to have a lot of it in stock in their homes. With this very obvious interest in cacao that is being shown off by the Mayans through pottery to tell their story, we can even see scenes of gatherings that are possibly by the elites who could afford such events as well depicts the elites sharing their wealth with the people that are serving them or lower in their societies standards. This depiction of cacao to be able to share with their people shows how the people can be seen as almost equals and that they are human in comparison to what we will see soon by the Europeans to show that they treat others differently.

The transformation of chocolate can be seen mostly through the depictions of cacao onto pottery, telling the stories of their daily lives, but also why cacao was important in their daily lives. In a way, spiritual ideologies played a key reason cacao was held at such a high importance to the civilizations. The transformation of the bringing together of cultures marks how chocolate transformed Mesoamerica. Spiritual ideologies brought chocolate to a higher standard than that of other goods such as gold. To the Europeans, they sought gold to be the most important commodity, but cacao was the most important ingredient that would have brought the most riches more than gold would have ever.

Bibliography

Lecture

Edgar, Blake. The Power of Chocolate. Archaeology, Vol. 63, No. 6. pp. 20-25.

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