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crookshanks23 · 1 year

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Season 1, Episode 34: Dedicated Involved Loving Fathers

(Note: This is a long one y'all. I ended up typing out all of my thoughts on this one)

Favorite Moment: The entire phone call with Beth May.

General Thoughts:

All right: because I'm really curious, I want to sit and log my feelings as I listen to this. As I mentioned in my previous post, this is the one episode that I've not been able to relisten to because it set me off the first time I heard it. I was listening to the podcast in the car, because I was doing a lot of commuting, and I was so confused by this episode that I exited out of the episode a couple of different times, sure that I had accidentally skipped an episode. And that confusion has just really put me off from this episode. Looking back on the episode, it's very clever, from what I can remember of it, but it bothered me so much. Maybe it's because I was driving, and so instead of just being a fun time, it became this huge distraction.

So, what I remember of this episode, is that there is a fight with bounty hunters and somehow they end up riding on a bunch of animals. And there are some shenanigans with Dennis. But that's it. Most of the details of this episode are not in my brain anymore.

So here we go, let's see how I feel about this one on my second go-around. (By the way, I finished episode 33 over a week ago, have hit play on this episode three times, and have been unable to listen to it. But now it's time. I'm going to do this.)

This intro is very dumb, but very funny. And I love a good "flip to side two" joke. It makes my old millennial heart happy.

The whole table talk and Dad fact portion does a great job of integrating Ashley naturally. So flawless it threw me.

Grant's nickname is shooter? Oh no. The context of that now is unfortunately not a funny baby poop joke. Oof.

Again, so nonchalant in with the Dennis stuff. And I didn't realize that he was also a rogue. No wonder Ron doesn't like him.

His anchor is at the librarium decepticus? That's so smart.

Thanks Ron, for saying all the things I felt listening to this the first time.

Okay, enjoying the episode so far. Doing a quick check-in on how I'm feeling. Maybe it's just me and this horrible bias I have against this episode, but it feels different. It's still enjoyable and I'm still smiling while I'm listening, but it's more that I'm enjoying the heat between Ron and Dennis. I don't know, this is a weird experience.

Ron fell on to his dagger? There's definitely some shenanigans happening here. Accident? I think not!

Poor Grant. Why give him an axe? I had forgotten about all of the additional trauma that happens to this boy in this episode.

Dennis has always been Paeden's favorite? Ugh. Feels awful. Poor Darryl.

Ron doing what Dennis does is great.

RIP jug. It was a cool, useful item.

I'm just happy to be here. Ok, that was flawless. Hats off to Ashley for that one.

So much shade being thrown towards Ron AND Beth. I don't like it. But I like it.

The energy. Is so weird.

It's not bad, for a combat episode. But doesn't feel like how they do combat. More like how actual combat goes in a DnD game.

Okay, another feelings check in. I really do love the Ron anti-Dennis heat. It is very funny.

So we're now 30 minutes from the end of the episode, and the combat is over. And I have no idea what is left because I don't remember anything else from this episode.

Ok, the entire Beth May phone call is hysterical.

Love that Erin hates Dennis too. Oh wait. Nope. She's playing hard to get. That is pretty funny.

Mr. Mustache meets Terry! And Terry finally believes Ron!

Dennis brings up Scam... And reveals himself as Mark. Glenn's line of "Mark- what did you do with Dennis?" Very funny. He's revealed and then disappears.

And there's some planning and apologizing and that's it. I did it!

And next time, we get to what I consider the official start of Arc 2. Let's go get some anchors!

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndads spoilers #s1ep34 #dedicated involved loving fathers #so this episode was definitely not bad #and I will probably listen to it again #I'm glad I finally gave it a chance #There are definitely some great moments in here #butt man did it confuse me the first time I listen to it #This is honestly one of the reasons I don't listen to new episodes in the car anymore #I don't want to get confused in the car and want to be able to focus on what I'm listening to

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fkyumerica · 9 months

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https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1020206121822828705/ babyy porn

Aaron

I'm not clicking on anything that says baby pron

CRAWL! CRAWL! whyyy caligula whyyy

their kid got pregnant

this was madonna's granddaughter daniella jasso pregnant at 5 years old, they had a fight that morning for holy communion to happen

and she lesbo to steal your car, one day was it, they painted it

the monster truck freddy kreuger was it

or which ever grave digger or something they would drive it to church

and live in it

to be virgin mary

she wouldent say it either, virgin mary

madonna's grandpa dennis rodman, and all of them together to talk about it

madonna's daughter "mary" had a daughter at 8, and her daughter had one at 5, she wore that dress then

katie/lynn she wore stilts and katie name with older men mated with them

then madonna dressed as the wedding dress that said boy toy on it

she got this drunk, it was legal at 16 in europe to drink

and wine was "im fine with it im fine with it"

she made a veil in gibralter trade center for her granddaughter and i saw it

she looked like a princess diana lucille ball

she said she would put a hat on it, her sister was the godfather, it meant hide me, we can go around again, then get out of my car after, lay in it, stay, house is mine, hers, she went with osama then it was him dennis rodman/ryan/kevin and her madonna in drag, young girls do stupid shit, keep them drunk and on drugs he said it to only her too haha church they all laughed just shoot her aand did bye family

they would joke i guess

her granddaughter said i dont like it and she said i would shoot you at her granddaughter

and talking was don't use names

her daughter looked like lynn

northern europe was it, where women lived

southern was trash going east and west of europe

and tanned

wtf grandmas

dennis rodman was the singer of rage against the machine

their army has mustache's and look armenian

a gaint army of men

black hair, tanned

arab, what did you rub against her and want one

it was constant screaming, lived in a area with themselves

his son osama, and dennis rodman now, dennis rodman is saddam hussein

james and jim? both their dads, 4th marriage, first

two s's and two d's thats a basketball dunk

vinnie, and jimmy corbin are related to them

related meant directly descent

they all had boys

steve found out his wife was pregnant again in school parking lot she said it

i was friends with her to he tripped me when he heard it

and at a concert again wtf attack her

they wouldent attack their pregnant wives but did to other people

white trash is it too

anyone who had kids young was totally their mustache army

or man whores

what is it go in the building

said she lived there

they would rob people fight them and hide

they are all it

they would only talk to themselves too, that group of had kids

young

what job you got now fly

Alien Godzilla jumps and leaps over the bridge #shorts

they are all the same too for talking to each other

but are you four?

im only four!

and steal the show yea we got it

the gift of lisa frank is just beginning

i thought wayne screaming was loud

there are mexicans next door that are SCReAMING outside for like half a year

with like 3 parked cars in the driveway

they are building a bathroom downstairs

they would hook it up to a fire hydrant

they just started a generator it sounds like a lawn mower

did they put it inside the house

by the door

back

now its in the kitchen with them

they put acid on it and do it all day

now one is raking in the back yard

Corgiaholics

$750 dollars for a dog perfume

Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet Collector Edition Bobby Bottle | Dior US

miss precious

bobby get back in the garage

but what if shes half gone

AH LA LA EH YENDE

the neighbor said it LOUD

they only drink inside

then come out agani

they have to drink all the time

and drugs they have sex

the women are inside

or two gay men today haha wtf?

he said it

they threatened me at a store to steal things for them

and they said out loud YEA I SAID IT

and their wife in a car coming out of it looking at me said yea im gonna hit ya

and that guy said yea im gonna hit ya now if you look

she did

bye bitch

two cars we stalked her

liscense plate

where are they from

called a mexican bitch

evicted all of them

that guy said he did

with madonnas credit card

dont want my wife in a church with ya im gay

married elissa their inbred too

daniella married him then

her mom dressed up prettier i wanted her i wanted out

shot her dog too

who cares about her

inbred meant i can go insane all the time

and fleet her i can get in that airplane i followed her

lynn is their mom had to have 4 in three years

ricky, timmy, devin, zach

dont you like my hair

to them it meant am i sexy

you wanna fuck me

first we fuck up your relation ship

then her face

then yours

then him next to you

now he fucks up you

and i fuck him from behind after

now you i fuck you

and hey they call out

shes doing it now

i felt her haha

do we save her

no we fuck up the whole area

and everyone in it

judges would not randomly interview

jim is lynn's dad

no i dont like her wedding dress

she had to be blonde for two days to hide from him

her husband

sean penn

and all black kids wtf

i abandoned them

for them to come back and have sex with me

the loudest families are them

and the whole time they talk about how people are turned on by them for letting out the drugs and alcohol and didn’t fuck me yet on drugs and alcohol would stay in a group over there then I got a orgy

and probably you got a problem man, said it to everyone for 32 years to have them leave work and their house to get fucked up, and didn’t leave, entered it and fucked them up

and yea I left a younger one at you so you’d like it, lynn said it

and I like it -lynn

they sent her in to fuck you anyways, anne marie is Lydia/yessica/lisa marie presley/keep a secret that pregnant girl wasn’t me “I wasn’t her” yes! She said it

that was already her inbred and she was Lucille ball

all their kids were ugly nigger Mexicans, I live south of you fuck me, come out in a car he is gay

every pregnant girl in church is it, climbing on the floor to bless each persons feet to suck on them later

and they boy stands outside

who got her pregnant, kevin, im the riff raff girl

lets fuck Michael Jackson first” Madonna said it, it was her dad she inbred with, all them in that photo with dennis rodman at once his daugters

walking slow, five at once, lets go with you, Michael would say it, and hey Japanese lets implode, all pregnant get in there eat till you explode, then tell her to come over

“you know I went with her and she got us flying after” -ricky

Group of labor/litter he called it, run like dogs she said, Madonna

The osamas and sadams sing gay old Spanish it was them talking, and ricky talks back like Cheech marin

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joe-mazzello-archive · 2 years

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this asshole

#joe mazzello #like the hat? the mustache? the dad joke?#like we get it #i will have your children you don't have to try so hard

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wilfywarfy · 2 years

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Magnum X Eric fic

I TOLD YOU IT WOULD HAPPEN!

You assholes got me to 150 followers, which means that I now must fulfill my end of the deal: The Captain Magnum x Eric fic.

Im not the best writer, so read at your own discretion.

1,218 words. All for you bunch of chaotic little gremlins. Enjoy!

The day was perfect. A beautiful sky, with the sun shining down on happy, smiling faces.There were people outside, enjoying life, spending time with family, admiring the outside world and all its beauty.

The walk to the park wasn't far for most. Just a few neighborhoods down. A nice stroll, if you will.

However, lost didn't know, that in one of those neighborhoods was a street.

On that street was a manor.

And in that manor-

"JESUS CHRIST WILFORD, PUT THE GUN DOWN!"

"Not until you apologize!" The mustached man said, waving his pistol in Bims face.

"I already told you, it wasn't me!" Bim shouted, fearing for his safety the 3rd time today.

Eric could hear the daily commotion from his room. At this point, he'd gotten used to the chaos, knowing to hide out in his room when Wil was in one of his moods.

"There you go again! Don't test me, Bimmy boy!"

"Jim's, help!"

From what he could hear, Eric could only picture a fight breaking out in the hallway, moving around in a cloud of dust and fists like it was straight out of a cartoon. At least they decided to go further away from his room.

There wasn't much to do today. Ever since arriving at the manor, Eric didn't have to work, his dad having been immediately shunned by the egos. Sure, he was happier, much happier to be honest, but… it left him a little stuck.

He didn't do well with being on camera, so he couldn't work with the Jim's, and Wilford was a bit… much at times. Bim wasn't much better. So any of the open slots were gone.

Dark had reassured him that he didn't have to work. It still left him stuck.

What to do, what to do…

As if sent by whatever higher power was listening, a gentle knock on his door brought him out of his spiraling thoughts.

"Eric? Ye in there, lad?" He heard from the other side of the door.

Magnum was outside? Of his door of all places? And he was asking for him?

"Uhm, yeah. I'm here." He said.

Magnum slowly opened the door. He had to duck in order to look into the room. Not that there was much to look at anyway.

"Are ye doin' anything today?" The captain asked.

He could lie and say yes. He could make himself not look like a total loser. He could say he was getting ready to go outside. None of it would be true, but it would make him look less pathetic then he already was.

But what good was lying going to do?

"N-No." Eric admitted.

"Ah, perfect! I was wonderin' if ye wanted to go on a trip with me!"

Wait, what?

Magnum… wanted to be around him?

"Really?" He asked, as if this was some sick joke that the others were making him do. As if asking would make the pirate change his mind and realize the mistake he made.

"Really, lad. Feelin' a bit bored bein' stuck in the house all day. Figured I'd take you with me to go find somethin' to do."

He really wanted to hang out with him. It was actually happening.

"O-oh… okay. Uhm, let me grab my legs a-and we'll find something!" Eric said, already scrambling to find his prosthetics, as if the captain would leave him behind if he didn't find them fast enough.

"Aye, sounds like a plan, lad!" Magnum said with a smile.

—---

As it turned out, this city was fucking wild.

The duo only made it even more wild.

It was enough that Magnum was at LEAST 7 feet tall on his tree trunks, and had to duck everywhere they went. But they also forgot to account for… people.

Everyone wanted to crowd around the pirate, kids wanted to climb up to try and grab his hat, others were storming him with questions.

The captain didn't mind one but. If anything, he ate up the attention, a kind smile on his face as he tried to answer everything thrown at him.

Eric on the other hand, was in shambles.

Everyone was close. Too close. The kind of closeness that made him want to turn into a puddle of goop and melt away from everything.

He never did well with crowds.

Which is why when the people decided they'd had enough of the pirate, the first thing Eric did was take the captains hand. As childish as it may have been, he just needed something to ground him.

"Are ye alright?" Magnum asked, noticing how distressed Eric looked.

"Y-Yeah," the other huffed out, trying to calm his nerves.

"Are ye sure? We can go back home if ye like."

Eric appreciated that the captain was concerned for him, but another part of him screamed louder. The part that told him that if he was to go home, he'd be weak.

"I-Im alright, Captain. Thank you."

—----

The rest of their time together went semi-smooth.

They got some food… actually, they got an absurd amount of food. The captain was built like a tank, and he ate like a tank. And people started bets on whether or not he could keep eating (Spoiler alert, someone made a lot of money that day. And their server was given 500 for the trouble.)

Magnum had taken Eric to a petting zoo.

And then Eric took Magnum to a library.

The day went on like this. Just the two dragging each other along, spending time together, watching the other in their own form of content.

Neither party said it, but they enjoyed the company. The domestic side of it all. They could just go and be together without all the chaos (Well, purposeful chaos)

It was calm.

It was fun.

They enjoyed it.

—----

"Is that true? Y-You actually cut it open?" Eric asked the captain in disbelief.

"Aye. The damn thing nearly destroyed me ship. But she stood tall, even after that damn kraken attack. 's why I named her the Invincible."

It was getting darker now. An orange hue was casted over everything, night drawing near. The two sat on a bench, looking over the park. A few streets down, and they would be back home. In their neighborhood. In their manor.

Eric hung onto every word of the captain's tales. He'd survived harsh storms, sea monsters beyond anything found in the books Eric had read, treacherous islands in search of riches. He was straight out of a fairytale.

He hadn't even noticed how close he'd gotten to the captain until he felt an arm go around him.

Eric froze. Not from fear… alright, maybe a little fear, but it wasn't that bad.

The captain immediately drew his touch back, and Eric regretted his choice.

"Sorry 'bout that. Didn't mean to make ye uncomfortable."

"Wait, no… it's alright. I swear." Eric said, hoping to convince the bigger man to hold him again.

Turns out, it didn't take much convincing, as the captain slowly put his arm back around the other, holding him closer.

Eric, now against the captains side, watched the sunset.

Eventually, they'd have to head home.

It wasn't a far walk. Just a few streets down.

But they could sit here for a bit.

Who could stop them?

#OPs shitty writing #Magnum x Eric #Markiplier egos #eric derekson #captain magnum #fanfic #150 followers #And we're still on some bullshit #Thank you all

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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The 101 Deaths of Danny Phantom

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One of the first things people learned about dealing with ghosts, other than not to try and date them, is to never asks about their death or obsessions. That doesn’t mean the citizens of Amity Park aren’t curious though, especially about their resident ghostly hero and the confusing and concerning comments he sometimes makes.

“Are you okay?” Phantom asked Maisie as she shook and tried to hold back tears after that car had almost slammed into her. She sometimes joked about getting hit crossing the street of her college campus to pay her obnoxious loans but it was another thing entirely to almost experience it herself. Maisie was nearly twenty, she shouldn’t be comforted by someone younger than her little step sister but here she was, shaking like a lead and leaning into Phantom’s comforting, chilly touch.

“Sorry,” she stuttered, “thank you, I’m sorry I’m just-”

“Hey, it’s okay to be upset that was very scary. The thought of dying is very scary.” Through her adrenaline and her tears, she took in the ghost’s unnatural glow, his faded, barely visible appearance and the fact that he was floating a foot off the ground. Maisie knows this ghost, this boy, knows more than she ever could about death.

“And getting run over by a car sure is a bad way to go,” the ghost kid chuckled awkwardly, taking his cold hand off her shoulder to scratch at the back of his neck. “You should see how my dad drives or my mom or my sister if she’s running late enough,” Phantom paused in thought. “No one in my family should have a license now that I think about it. Anyway,” he dismissed with a wave.

“My sister and I were getting ready to head out to school and my dad was backing out of driveway too fast and didn’t see us and uh, luckily I got my sister out of the way in time haha,” Phantom trailed off awkwardly. Was it because of the uncomfortable conversation or because he noticed her dawning horror.

Her best friend ran the community college’s Phan club so Maisie was a member by default. Phantom’s death was sometimes talked about late at night, everything from wrongful murder to a freak accident. She never in her worst nightmares imagined being him being runover in front of his own house by parental ignorance. It was so normal, a quick mistake and a life lost.

“Oh my god,” he said with an adorable little green blush. “Why am I babbling about that? You almost got hit by a car, I’m probably retraumatizing you or something. I should probably go get the jerk who almost hit you,” he said before disappearing into thin air.

“Tia is not going to believe this,” she whispered to no one. All she knew is that for the rest of her damned life she was going to look both ways when crossing the street. She’d seen first hand what a single moment of reckless driving could cause.

XxX

Matthew, not Matt or Matty or Hughie, Matthew shivered from the cold. He was only in his boxers with little Pacman on them. It had been fine when he’d gone to bed considering it was mid-August but Phantom and this stupid flaming mecha ghost had tussled outside the summer camp he was working at. He could see some of the kids snickering at his state of undress though he was just extremely glad they were alive enough to disrespect him like this.

“Oh man, I’m sorry,” the ghost kid said with big, sad eyes that looked so human despite the fact that they were literally glowing. He looked around at all the snow and ice left over from his fight. “Jeez you guys must be freezing, I wish I could warm you all up but all I can do is make things colder.”

“S’okay,” Matthew said through his chattering teeth. “Teaching the kids how to start a fire was supposed to be next week but we can get a jump on it.” That got a smile out of the ghost and within a half hour, the other counselors were distributing blankets and hot beverages to the kids clustered around multiple fires. They didn’t seem particularly upset by the potentially fatal attack, Matthew will breakdown about that at a later time when he was alone. For now, he just smiled as the children chattered happily with the ghost while he cleaned up as much of the damage as possible.

“So you spend all day fighting ghosts?” Zoe asked with stars in her eyes.

“A lot of the nights too,” Phantom nodded, “I do other stuff but yeah it seems ghost fighting takes up most of my time.”

“Where’d you learn those cool powers?” Zuri asked, miming a punch.

“Comes with being a ghost,” Phantom shrugged, “my ice powers came in later though so I still struggle a bit with them but I’m getting better every day.”

“Why ice though?” Morris said with his cocked curiously to the side. “I see some ghosts use fire or shadows, why do you have ice?”

“Ah that’s a little personal,” Phantom chuckled but his posture was easy despite the invasive question. “Specialty powers like my ice require special circumstances and a certain uh connection to the ghost. Someone like me couldn’t use fire or electricity or plants, ice is in my soul, it’s who I am.”

Matthew paused in drinking his lukewarm coffee as a horrible thought came to mind. He’s been an outdoorsman all his life, practically from the time he could walk. He’d been a deep woods camping guide for a decade before switching to working at summer camps. But the years working in the relative comfort of a stable camp didn’t erase his knowledge of how unforgiving and deadly the woods in the winter could be. A grown man, much less a young teen, would freeze to death in 20 minutes if it was cold enough.

It made sense for ghosts to develop powers related to their deaths. Had Phantom been one of the dozens of unfortunate kids he read about every year who ran away in the middle of winter only to found later as a frozen corpse. He eyed the boy’s snow white hair and frigid aura he exuded with mournful trepidation. God, what a horrible way to die.

“I’d get chilly with ice powers,” Tabby said with a shudder, she held out her cup of cocoa. “You want some of my cocoa to warm you up?”

“No thanks,” Phantom said with a soft smile that was warm despite everything. “The cold hasn’t bothered me for a while.”

XxX

Ghost attacks may be the norm but, if there was one good thing that came out of whole mess it was the fact that violent human crimes went down drastically. So when the rare murder did happen, the shock and fear rippled through the whole town.

Stanford Newton had only been sheriff of Amity Park for eight months after the last guy had gone gray overnight and moved to Florida the next day. It was a daunting position but one he bore proudly. This wouldn’t be his first murder investigation having initially cut his teeth as a beat cop in Chicago but it would be the first in Amity. And it certainly was the first in which the dead served in an active capacity.

“Amanda Chastain, 27. Officially she was a waitress down at Spengler’s Diner but she’s been picked up for prostitution twice in the last year,” Stan said calmly, ignoring the cold, angry presence over his shoulder. “History of polysubstance abuse as well, not that either of those things mean she deserved this.” Used, beaten to death and then dumped in the trash like yesterday’s paper.

He wondered if she’d come back a ghost or if she’d finally get some peace this world hadn’t offered her. “We don’t have many leads right now, I’m afraid. Acting illegally as they are, there’s not a lot of resources these poor girls have to turn to.”

“I’ll find them,” The Phantom said with blazing conviction, his voice thick and sharp as ice. “I’ll find and bring them to justice and make sure no one else is hurt again.”

“I believe you,” Stan nodded, shutting his notebook as he finally turned to face the teenage superhero haunting his town. He can’t say he liked what he saw. The Phantom looked even less human than usual, his aura flaring and flickering like the foggy mist before a heavy snowstorm. His unnatural green eyes glowered, painting his too young face in a terrifying light.

The kid looked furious, clearly taking this death to heart. He’d read the Fenton’s memos about obsessions and such but this seemed beyond that. “But don’t hurt anyone to do it, or yourself while you’re at it.”

“I won’t, I’ll make sure they’ll face human justice and don’t worry,” Phantom gave a snarling smile. “No mortal can hurt me, not like this,” he growled causing the hairs on Stan’s arms and neck to stand on end. He flew off after that, presumably to track down Amanda’s killer.

“Not like this,” Stan mumbled to him, pulling out his handkerchief and wiping his brow where a cold sweat had broken out. “Jesus Christ that poor kid.” Stan had seen plenty of murdered and mutilated bodies in his lifetime, some of them even kids. He just never got to talk to them after they’d had their life forcibly snatched away. It would explain the ghost’s near fanatical determination to save others, why he took a stranger’s murder so personally.

“I hope your own murderer is behind bars,” Stan said as he tucked his handkerchief back into his coat pocket. “Or even six feet under, for killing a good kid like you.” Stan made his way back to his squad car so he could head back to the station and move forward with the official investigation. But he’d eat his hat if there wasn’t a stammering lowlife there by tomorrow ready to turn themselves in.

Maybe after all this was settled down, he’d delve into some of the cold cases stacked in the cellar. Maybe in there he’ll find a picture of a smiling, carefree teen who’d disappeared and returned with the power now to ensure no one else suffered as he had.

XxX

“Yes, I know about the Phantom,” Luis Oliveira will say to anyone who so much as brings up the ghost kid. Locals know better by now but the tourists eat it up every time. He twists his finely combed mustache and gestures to the floor where his audience is standing. “He died right there oh ten or eleven years ago.”

Luis has worked his way all across the the United States since he emigrated from Brazil in the 70s. He finally settled in Amity Park about twelve years ago. He’d never intended to stay in the small Midwest town but the fatal shooting of a young customer kept his little corner market open.

“He was a nice kid, always said hi to me and paid in exact change. Was big fan of the snacks I made, would stop by after school and take half my inventory. He had big brown eyes and a crooked nose,” Luis would smile at the memory before closing his eyes and frowning sadly. “One day, he came late. His teacher made him stay after to go over a failed test, I remember he complained. He was pulling out his money when robber burst in, demanding my money. I fumbled for the register key, dropped it. I bent down to grab it and I hear shots going off. Two over my head, another right into the boy’s throat.”

Luis will hear the sound of that sweet boy’s guttural choking sounds as he drowned in his own blood until the day he himself died. The robber left after the shot, Luis called the police and held the young man’s hand as he died. The would be thief were never found and Luis never did learn anything about the boy who’d died on his floor for getting hungry after school.

“As soon as I saw Phantom on the TV,” Luis would say, perking up after his moment of somber grief, “I knew it was that boy come back. Those kind eyes, I’d recognize them anywhere. He’s never come here but one day he will and I will be able to pass on my regret on not being able to save his life that day.”

XxX

“I think he killed himself,” Mikey whispered to Lester during lunch period, angling his voice low. “The jocks may love Phantom for his powers but I just know he was one of us, an unwanted nerd. I’ve seen him chatting up a ghost I’m pretty sure is Poindexter, Casper’s suicide kid. They’re probably bonding over their similar deaths and the circumstances that led to it.”

“That’s pretty dark,” Lester whispered back. “I also get unpopular vibes from him but I don’t think he’s the time do uh do that to himself; he’s too stubborn and protective. But I bet he was the victim of a prank gone wrong. Dash locked Fenton in the Janitor’s closet last Wednesday, he got out okay somehow but maybe something like that happened to Phantom. He always looks kind of annoyed at the A-listers, maybe they remind him of old bullies.”

“Nuh-uh,” Clara said, pushing up her glasses with her middle finger. “The ghost kid totally got electrocuted or something. He was fighting that weather ghost and he sent lightning bolts his way and Phantom flinched. He fought the Ghost King and yet a little electricity scares him? It might not’ve even been a lightning strike but something manmade like a machine backfiring or something.”

“Get real,” Mikey scoffed, sipping his milk with an eyeroll. “I’m sure we’d have heard about some poor kid getting zapped to death; this town isn’t that big.”

“We’d have heard about a suicide too,” Lester noted with a wry grin.

“Shut up Mr. I base my theories around Fenton who’s a known weirdo”.

XxX

“I’m telling you, the ghost kid died of some debilitating illness,” Abbie McMillian, retired school teacher and three year reigning champ at the Tristate area’s Daylily Competition. She sipped her tea and spoke with as much confidence as she had back in the day wrangling Amity’s impressionable youths. “The superhero thing is clear wish childhood fulfillment, a chance to live and be free like he never got to in life. You see how happy and carefree that young man looks while flying? Clearly he spent his formative years sick and weak.”

“No way,” Greta von Martin frowned as she aggressively stirred her own tea to show her displeasure. “I worked in a hospital for close to 30 years and I know what chronically sick kids look like and Phantom doesn’t fit the bill. I will agree he’s carefree when he’s not battling spooks but he acts like a stupid teen. I’m telling you, the boy got into his parent’s liquor cabinet or took a few too many of whatever pill was going around his school. Tragic but something that happens every day.”

“Greta, dearie,” Abbie said with a pinched frown. “We’ve been friends since grade school and I love you like a sister but you are wrong and until you admit it, I won’t share anymore of my recipes.”

“You’re just being stubborn because you can’t see what’s right in front of you even after working with kids half of your life, Abbie, love,” Greta sniffed. “And you can kiss my grandson’s help weeding you garden goodbye until you relent.”

XxX

Perhaps one of the most human traits is curiosity, especially about what comes after death. Now the good people of Amity Park know a great deal about the dead so the lives before is what attracts their attention and none so more than the ghost boy. Maybe it’s because he’s their hero or maybe it’s because he’s so young. Or perhaps it’s because Phantom is such a mess of contradictions that it’s very hard to guess how the unfortunate boy met his end. But everyone has their own theories, from the mundane to the fantastic, some with evidence backing them up and others pure poppycock.

But for all their curiosity, as much as it burns them to know, they’ll never ask. They don’t want to risk the powerful ghost’s wrath but, moreover, it seemed in poor taste. The boy risked his afterlife to keep them safe, they couldn’t ask what traumatic and miserable circumstances had led to this point.

And besides, it was so much more fun to look up at ghostly figure as he sped through the skies and wonder.

#danny phantom #my writing #i made a headcanon post and immeaditly said 'i have to write this'#and then I did #tw: suicide mention #there is a non described background death of an OC #opinions are like assholes #everyone has one #and *everyone* has an opinion on how phantom died #some are reasonably close and some are waaaay far off #but they wonder and gossip and argue when the kid cant hear #its human nature

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(continuation again of the werewolf Henry and Dmitri and Hubert as his parents prompt I sent in lol I really like where the story is going)

"E-Ellie! What are you doing?!"

"What? You said I could sign your cast!"

"Yeah, emphasis on SIGN. Not draw!"

Charles and Ellie's playful bickering filled the jewelry shop as the red headed woman vandalized poor Charles' arm cast. Henry looked on from behind the register, carefully organising some jewelry. "You 2 won't stop flirting huh?" The werewolf joked suddenly, tail swishing in amusement as the 2 swivelled their heads to look at him, dumbfounded.

"We are NOT flirting!" Ellie shouted in both anger and embarrassment, face beat red and, if it weren't for the counter protecting Henry, she probably would have hit him across the head. Alas, she couldn't reach... Charles looked away, equally red and stuttering out an "D-Don't be stupid..."

The sound of the front door opening and hitting against the rather loud and annoying bell rang out and got the 3's attention. Henry straightened, expecting it to be more customers, however, the sight of his Father and his dad made him relax.

"Papa? Dad? What are you 2 doing here?" He asked, rather curious as to why Dmitri had come all the way to the place he worked and why Hubert was out of the hospital. Wasn't he not discharged until next week?

"Well, I'm on my lunch break and Hubert wanted to see where you worked."

"Dad!" Charles happily called out and slowly hobbled over to his dad, who was comfortably seated in a wheelchair. "Charles, my boy, use your crutches! Their purpose is to help you walk!" Hubert scolded with a smile and Charles rubbed the back of his head nervously.

"But... Their so clunky and hard to use! I'm doing perfectly fine hopping around."

Hubert shook his head, chuckling.

"Actually dad, why are you out of the hospital? You aren't suppose to be out until next week right?" Henry asked, making his way out from behind the counter and towards everyone else. Dmitri huffed and spoke for Hubert, who was smiling sheepishly. "Yes, you are correct. He WAS suppose to stay in the hospital for atleast another week, but the stubborn old bastard said 'He didn't need it'."

"T-That's because I don't! I'm fine. I promise." Hubert defended himself but Dmitri still glared at him with a look of "Yeah right."

A phone beep interrupted Dmitri's silent scolding and Charles pulled out his phone. "Aww man.. sorry guys but I gotta go. Some new stock needs to be picked up." The pilot chuckled and Ellie huffed. "Jeez, your more busy than Henry's father sometimes."

"That's not true!" Charles and Dmitri shouted at the same time and everyone laughed. "I'll be back tomorrow morning, I promise Els." Charles turned and, though annoyed at the idea of using them, grabbed his crutches and made his way out of the store.

"Well my lunch break is finished anyway. Want me to drop you off at my house Hubert?." Dmitri asked and Hubert nodded, before leaving though, Hubert looked at Ellie. "Can you make sure Charles gets to his Helicopter safely? If your not busy with anything that is."

"Sure! Henry, you ok to cover for me for a little bit?" Henry nodded and Ellie, Dmitri and Hubert left.

----

Henry sighed. It had only been 20 minutes or so but he was starting to get bored already. There hadn't been any customers for a while and Ellie wasn't back yet, so he was expecting it to be another dead day. That was until the front door pushed open and the familiar ringing of the store bell rang out. Was Ellie back?

Henry's ears perked up and he looked up to see 2 rather fancy individuals. Well, they looked fancy, with the suits and hats they were wearing.

"Good evening sir! I was wondering if you could fix a gold chain necklace for me. If, you can that is." A brown haired man with a mustache spoke. Gesturing to a rather expensive looking gold chain necklace in his hand that had a golden dollar sign dangling from it.

Despite the very pretty looking necklace, something else had captured Henry's attention. It was the taller man right beside the other. He was wearing a cowboy themed fit with a cowboy type hat as well. Red hair and mustache standing out in the white store.

However, it was the red tail swishing behind the man that Henry was staring at. Another werewolf?! Someone that wasn't himself or Dmitri?!

Henry could feel his tail wagging in excitement. "Um- Yes I can.. fix that for you."

From the looks of the necklace, one of the faux diamonds had popped out and the loop that the chain would go through had a chunk broken off and the gold chain had some loose bits all around, clearly a sign that this necklace was used alot.

Thankfully for Henry, these were easy work to fix, first grabbing some small tweezers and went to work placing the gem back before securing it back in.

As Henry checked on the rest of the gems to make sure they were fasten in correctly, the fancy brown hair man spoke as the red headed werewolf sat down in a nearby chair.

"You don't see alot of werewolves in public down in America or Europe, alot of people there don't take kind to those that look different."

Henry replied as he started working on repairing the chain itself "Yeah, my Dad sent me up here to live with my Papa when I was little because he feared people might hurt me." Henry kept quiet on the other reason, just trying to keep positive for the customers. "So you two just passing through?"

The brown hair man chuckle "We are actually looking for a nice town for me and my son to settle in at. It would be nice to not have people judge Right for him being a werewolf."

Henry's tail wagged abit more as he finished up fixing the chain and giving it a good look over before going to fix the loop of the necklace. Ellie had snuck back and saw Henry talking with the customer.

"This small town is really nice, but there is a maximum security prison and correctional facility nearby so occasionally you can hear loud alarms from here. The next town over is really nice as well and a great hospital for both humans and werewolves."

The red headed werewolf decided to speak up after remaining quiet for so long "You seem like a nice fellow, not like the others we have ran into that have... harden their hearts. What is your name anyways."

Henry felt his face blush at the sound of the werewolf's voice, something the brown hair customer and Ellie noticed.

"My... my name is Henry... um Henry Petrov. And you must be Right, right?"

The red headed werewolf snorted with how cute and fluster the other werewolf was "That's correct, full name is Rightwise Manfred Copperbottom, but I like Right better. And my dad over there is Reginald Copperbottom."

Reginald was now the one being sheepish, completely forgetting to introduce himself to Henry.

Henry had since put away his tools and gave the necklace a good polish as they made their way to the cash register so Reginald could pay for all the repairs.

After handing Henry the money, Reginald smiled as he put on his necklace "This feels like the day I... bought the thing. This necklace has so many memories attached to it and I am glad you were able to repair it."

Right stood up with his own tail slightly wagging now at looking at Henry "Hopefully we can see ya around, Henry."

After Right and Reginald left, Henry found himself blushing as he took stock like usual, standard store protocol, with Ellie finally speaking up.

"Someone has a crush..."

Henry stood straight up with a shock, quickly turning around to see Ellie giggling.

"I mean... I just... he was so..."

Ellie just smiled as she got behind the register, just happy to see Henry perking up after so many months.

#lizzyask #henry stickmin #right hand man #reginald copperbottom #ellie rose #werewolf henry #werewolf right #jewelry #jewelry repair #discrimination against werewolves mentioned #teasing

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5.26 and 6.1 - Time’s Arrow

Oh my god. Y’all. It’s a new Fashion It So post. In the year of our Picard 2020. Yes.

For literal years, Charlie and I have been like UGH WE NEED TO DO TIME’S ARROW PARTS 1 AND 2 BUT IT’S JUST SUCH A MONSTER.

Well, I’m doing a complete rewatch of the series with my partner and we just got to these two, so IT IS TIME.

We open in a cave in San Francisco, where Data and Picard are checking something out:

Rent for the cave is $6,000 per month

Showing them around is this guy in a Science Outfit:

He’s ready to go night biking

We’ve seen this look before in both Silicon Avatar and Devil’s Due, and it’s functional, yet cute. Basically a windbreaker in jumpsuit form.

They find a couple of items in the cave, including a pocket watch from 1889 and also:

I left my head in San Francisco

IT’S DATA’S HEAD!!! And it’s been there for FIVE HUNDRED YEARS. What could have caused this? And why is Data’s head so absolutely terrifying?

Is that fondant

This head is, in a word, haunting. The 2020 of heads.

Data and Geordi chat in Ten-Forward about what the presence of Data’s head in the cave means. Data says it means he’s mortal; that someday he will die, and that’s comforting. Spoiler alert: that’s not what it means. But it’s a nice conversation.

Also, Guinan is here!!!

Merlot My God!!

Or maybe: Burgundy-lightful!! Or perhaps: De-Crimson-alize Sex Work!! Okay that last one was a stretch but I really think I missed my calling as a nail polish shade namer.

Anyway, she’s here in her classic look of a pizza-sized hat and a flowing gown/coat/top/robe. The collar here is a little too close to a mock turtleneck for my liking and honestly - this is a little staid for our friend Guinan. I want a TEXTURE or a SWEEP or some WIDE RIBBING or some PLEATS. Don’t worry, though...she will get plenty more later.

Then there’s some plot which frankly we DO NOT HAVE TIME to get into but let’s just say: the away team goes to a planet, there’s a temporal disturbance, and Data ends up here:

Huge mood

Where are we? Or should I say WHEN are we??

Well that old-timey font is a good clue...also the horse

Are we in the Old West land of an off-brand Disneyworld? Are we going to ride something called Large Lightning Mesa Train Tracks? What colorful characters will we meet here?

Winner of 1893’s Mustache Medal

This type of ‘stache is called a Fu Manchu, after the character Dr. Fu Manchu. It’s not...a great look? But it is memorable, which is sometimes enough. He’s also wearing a simple black cap, probably made of silk. He’s keeping it cazh.

So where are we?

SAN FRANCISCO, OPEN YOUR GOLDEN GATE / YOU’LL LET NOBODY WAIT / OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR

Yes, it’s San Francisco. And it’s *eyes popping out of head like a cartoon wolf seeing a busty babe* 1893!!!! That temporal disturbance was...disturbing.

So who else do we have hanging out?

Please check out our Vaudeville act, Knit Cap ‘n’ Bowly

These dudes understand those famous Bay Area MICROCLIMATES, amirite? We’ve got a Henley. We’ve got a buttondown. We’ve got a vest. We’ve got a coat. No matter which way the thermometer decides to go, THEY ARE READY. Also loving the pop of forest green on Knit Cap’s knit cap.

We also have a 49er:

No, it’s not Steve Young. I googled “famous 49ers” to complete this joke so if there is a more famous 49er please let me know

It’s a literal 49er. Since it’s 1893, this guy’s been hanging around in town for a while, and he’s also familiar with the layering techniques one must master if one is to conquer the Bay Area’s climate. He also has a kicky Colonel Sanders-type tie. He asks Data for money and gives him a few panhandling tips. He’s chill. We like him. But don’t get too attached if you know what I mean!!!!

Data decides he needs somewhere to stay, so he finds a hotel:

Brian.

Why is this so funny to me. Brian. Why would you name your hotel Brian. Brian!!!! I know it’s a last name but like...Brian. HOTEL BRIAN.

This bellhop’s name is not Brian:

Where’s your hat, bro

He’s giving us a classic bellhop look, complete with too many buttons. He gives Data the very important information that there’s a poker game happening in the back of the hotel, which means: Data is about to be RICH rich.

The poker game includes a few good looks:

Louie Anderson IS Wolverine IN a Lands’ End barn coat

Two plaids? Sir...I salute you

Colonel Sanders Goes to Carnaval

Data, of course, wipes the floor with them so hard that he wins their clothes:

Didn’t get that barn coat tho

Yes, that’s the actual vest and the actual hat of those guys from the previous scene. Oh, I love it. I love Data in a vest over his uniform and I love Data with a feather in his cap. Let’s call it macaroni.

Meanwhile, out on the street, the plot is happening:

Beige: inescapable

This is our first taste of the decadent 1890’s sleeves that appear in this episode, and these aren’t even the best sleeves!! These are an amuse-bouche of sleeves. An armuse-bouche, if you will.

Anyway, these two are aliens disguised as humans who are here to steal the 49er’s life energy.

Pew pew pew

I told you not to get attached!!!

Back on the Enterprise, Guinan is doing mixology:

She would never call it something as stupid as mixology though

She tells Picard that he needs to go check out the temporal disturbance, too, even though captains don’t normally go on away missions, and then she gives him this look:

It’s that serious

When Guinan looks at you like this, you do what she says.

Now this outfit is much better than the earlier one. We have some pleated sleeves, which I didn’t even think was a thing you could DO. We have some sort of functional(?) strap(??) across the front. We even have matching fingerless gloves which always make a look A LOOK. And if Picard wasn’t sure whether he needed to go on this away mission, she then gives him THIS look:

Okay now it’s REALLY serious

Back in 1893, Data is making something:

It’s actually just a really complicated and large music box that plays “I Left My Head in San Francisco”

He’s gotten his hands on some more period-appropriate clothing, including a bow tie and a vest. Since he’s not wearing arm garters and his sleeves appear to be the correct length for his arms, we can conclude that the shirt was custom-made, not ready-made, because Data is now a baller due to his poker earnings.

Then, Data sees this in the paper:

I know her!! From work!!!!

Yes, it’s Guinan. In 1893. In a hat!!!!

We cut to the literary reception, which is honestly not as well-attended as I thought it would be, considering it got a GIANT photo of Guinan on page THREE of the paper, but okay. And who should we spy there but:

You’ll love my secret blend of 11 herbs and spices

No, it’s not Colonel Sanders. (Sorry, I really have Colonel Sanders on the brain because of that Lifetime movie.) It’s Samuel Clements, AKA Mark Twain. I had an English teacher in high school who explained the origin of his pseudonym (it indicates a mark of two fathoms, aka twelve feet, on a steamboat) and for some reason she shouted MAAAARK TWAAAAAIN when she told us that story so now her delivery of that line is in my head until I die I guess.

Anyway, it’s Mark Twain.

He’s wearing his iconic white linen suit with a black bow tie, and he’s also wearing a lot of prosthetics, because the actor playing him (Jerry Hardin, AKA Deep Throat from The X-Files AKA Melora Hardin AKA Jan Levinson-Gould’s dad) (was that too many AKAs) (you get it, right?) didn’t look enough like Mark Twain, I guess? In conclusion: what if eyebrow wigs were a thing?

Twain is having a chit chat with “Madame Guinan,” who is wearing what can only be called a sumptuous gown:

It’s 11:30 and the gown is sumptin’ sumptin’

There are so many ELEMENTS to this look! First of all: the color. Royal purple. Fit for a queen. Appropriate.

Then: those sleeves! These sleeves are known as “leg of mutton sleeves” because they KIND OF look like a leg of mutton. Have you ever seen a leg of mutton? I haven’t. I’ve only seen these sleeves. Plus they have a stripe?? No, I don’t know why, but I LOVE IT.

The cuffs and the cravat bring this from “dress” to “lewk.” Top it all off with this hat and you have a true 1893 mood.

What bird is that feather even from

We get a few good extra looks in this scene as well:

Pink Lady is NOT wearing a corset

Look, sometimes you don’t have enough period-appropriate undergarments for all the background people and that’s fine. But I WILL notice.

Is that Loretta Lynn

I am loving all of this! That purple dress is fantastic, those stripes? I die. Military man has some fun flair on his shoulder, and there is a dude in a beautiful turban back there. Plus, another Black lady in addition to Guinan and That One Ensign Who Is On The Bridge Sometimes.

Data rolls in to the literary event in a different suit with a CRAVAT:

Craving a cravat

Data is like “we serve together on the same starship in the 24th century” and Guinan is like “huh” but then she’s like “okay” which...I’m not sure if I would believe that? But let’s just say it’s fine.

Over in the 24th century, the literal entire bridge crew is checking out the temporal disturbance and I DON’T LIKE THIS AT ALL:

Blue Man Group...on ACID

These beings are like ghosts but also like Dr. Manhattan but also like pure energy.

Then everyone goes through the temporal disturbance AND THE SEASON ENDS.

Fortunately for you, this post will continue...right now.

Okay, so we’re back in San Francisco in 1893. You can tell by the horses:

Also the fruit carts

Samuel Clemens is strolling around with a reporter, telling him that he has a great story for him that involves time travelers and, like, protecting the nation.

Here’s the thing about this episode’s version of Mark Twain: he’s kind of a dick. Was the real Mark Twain kind of a dick? I just feel like Mark Twain should be JAZZED about meeting time travelers and not acting like a fuckin’ time cop* and trying to put the Enterprise crew on blast.

Anyway I love his double-breasted vest.

See my vest

The reporter’s hat is technically period-accurate, but that style is SO associated with the 1930s-1950s that I would have gone with something else. He looks cute though.

Meanwhile, Data is wearing a three-piece suit:

My positronic olfactory synapses are interpreting something as...a fart

I hate brown, but this is fine.

Additionally, the beige baddies from before are back and this time, they’ve got a SNAKE CANE:

Love the snake cane, hate how they suck the life out of people

But we are not here for them, we are here to see our faves in period clothing. Our first look is at Riker, who is dressed as an actual cop, not a time cop like Mark Twain:

The past just had...so many buttons

I guess if you’re a time-traveling white man there are worse disguises than a cop. But WHERE DID HE GET THIS UNIFORM? I choose to believe that he found a cop with a similar large handsome body to his own and beat the shit out of him and stole his clothes. Now we can all enjoy imagining a cop being beat up.

The badge that Riker is wearing is a great historical detail; the SFPD started wearing them in 1886 and are reportedly the first law enforcement agency to have worn the seven-pointed star, which is now a common shape among sheriff’s departments across the United States.

But let’s move on to a better look: Dr. Beverly Crusher:

Curlz MT

Okay, now I have more questions. Beverly obviously wouldn’t beat someone up for their clothes, so where did SHE get HER outfit? And who did her hair? Did she do her OWN hair? Where did she get a curling iron? Does she know how to use a curling iron? Was it one of those ones that’s actually made of iron that you have to heat up in a fireplace?

We will get answers to zero (0) of these questions.

We actually get a much better look at her dress later, so let’s focus on that cloak!!! I love it and I also love her hat. Okay, I guess I had less to say about those than I thought.

Bev and Will, along with the rest of the officers, have somehow procured a room/apartment in some lady’s lodging house. It’s cute!

They gave it 5 stars on AirBnB

This also raises questions. How did they get this room? How many bedrooms does it have? Are they sharing one large bed? If so, who has to sleep crossways at the foot of the bed and why is it Geordi? We will get zero answers to these questions as well, so let’s move on to arguably the hottest costume in this two-parter:

I’ll be in Holodeck 4

Whewwwwwww. He’s giving us a rolled sleeve. He’s giving us a casual tweed vest. The pants? They’re perfect. And he KNOWS how that slouch is working. It’s working VERY well. But the Irish landlady? She’s having NONE OF IT.

Absolutely NO nonsense

She needs the rent, but Picard charms her and she leaves. So I guess that’s how they got the room. Her look is knitwear-forward:

Eileen Fisher does sound like an Irish name

She’s got a shawl AND a cardigan! The cozy factor is OFF THE CHARTS. She also has a brooch, because a touch of fancy is always welcome. I will say that her hair is a little more fashion-forward than I’d expect for a woman of her age and station. This is straight up 1890s hair, and she would probably still be rocking an 1860s look, which isn’t as sweepy and would likely involve more braids. Still, she looks lovely.

Geordi is also here looking dapper:

Make the collar as high as you can. I want to be sliced open by my own collar

You CAN go wrong with a three-piece suit, but it’s difficult to. He can’t wear his visor, so he has some kicky shades which we’ll get a better look at in a sec.

Back at the Hotel Brian (lol), the bellboy (who we learn in this scene is Jack London, inspired to be a writer by Mark Twain [citation needed]) lets Mark Twain into Data’s room and allows him to look around unsupervised. This is very bad hotel management.

Great Scott

Then Data and Guinan show back up, and Mark Twain hides in an armoire.

One short day in the emerald brocade

I think one reason I love Guinan’s looks so much, both in the 24th and the 19th century, is that our color palette is very similar. We’re both winters. Bold jewel tones are the vibe. This one is in a beautiful deep green fabric with what looks like a velvet flocking pattern on it. The collar is also velvet, and I love that sleeve with a flounce on top like there wasn’t already enough fucking fabric on the sleeve so they just added a random piece to be like “yes, bitch. I’m a sleeve.”

Naturally, the hat is also jaunty af:

San Francisco’s hottest milliner is: Madame Guinan

This hat has everything: feathers, netting, a brim, an angle that makes you think it’s going to fall off but it doesn’t. We stan.

Meanwhile, Picard is setting up a sensor in a hospital while wearing a hat:

I’m bowled over

We haven’t even asked where Picard got these clothes, but I would like to point out that he’s dressed as a lower-class guy, while Riker is a cop, and Geordi looks like a gentleman. Was there even a discussion they all had about how they would disguise themselves? Was Picard like “I just really want to wear a beat-up bowler hat” and since he’s the captain, they extrapolated from there? This episode is NOT CONCERNED about any of this. They all have clothes, end of story.

Bev even has TWO outfits!!

Hello nurse!!!!

I love this look. She still has her unlikely hairstyle happening, which means her nurse’s cap is sitting atop her voluminous hairstyle. (Not very practical, but realistic!) She’s sporting a simple striped dress and a button-on apron. (Look closely and you can see the two buttons holding the apron to the dress.) The fabric underneath might be cotton seersucker, but it’s likely a lightweight cotton or linen twill. You can see how closely her look matches these nurses from a similar time period:

Hello nurses!!!!

Deanna is also in this scene and this episode, but you wouldn’t know it from what she’s given to do. HUGE SHOCKER: TROI NOT GIVEN ENOUGH TO DO IN AN EPISODE. 🙃

She still looks beautiful:

Why aren’t capelets more popular

We never get a really GREAT look at her whole outfit, but I can tell you that it has a capelet, it’s in the red family, and the hat has a lot of business going on. For those reasons: approved. It has a flounce in the back too:

More fabric = more wealth

Sometimes I think about just how much fabric it took to make these old-timey dresses and I’m like...how did anyone get anything done?? It takes me like 4 weeks to finish a pair of leggings and those have like 5 seams and I own a serger. These historical bitches were sewing whole ass dresses in no time at all.

Okay, so Bev is in this hospital and here come some more energy-stealing aliens, disguised as healthcare professionals this time:

I cannot take a medical professional wearing a LIGHT BROWN TOP HAT seriously, sorry

Bev AND this energy-stealing alien have BOTH managed to get their hands on the SAME nurse’s uniform?? I guess in the case of the alien, she is a shape-shifter, so she got her clothes from...that. And her hair.

I hate this light brown top hat. If you’re going to wear a top hat, don’t DISRESPECT IT by making it BROWN, but if you’re going to make it brown, make it a good brown, like chocolate. Stupid energy-stealing aliens.

There’s a skirmish, the energy-stealing aliens disappear, and the real cops show up:

MOUSTACHE

Of course, the cops showing up is bad, because when has a cop showing up ever made a bad situation better? Never. Defund the police, but don’t defund handlebar mustaches. Those can stay.

Fortunately, Data has gotten a ping on that machine he was building before and shows up on a motherfucking HORSE:

Brent just wanted to show off

He’s back in his brown striped suit and red tie. Okay.

Everyone returns to the boarding house to suss out the situation, and we get a look at what Riker is rocking underneath his cop jacket:

Suspend me daddy

You can see very clearly here how the collar is not actually attached to the shirt. This was a thing people in the olden days did so they could wear their shirt for multiple days in a row and just switch out the collar and cuffs so they looked clean. As someone who is wearing the same sweatshirt for the third day in a row, I support this method. (If you’re interested on more info about collars, here is a very enjoyable article about them.)

We are also blessed with a better look at Deanna’s sleeves and bodice:

Black lace cuffs? Decadent!!!

You can also see Geordi’s shades, which suit him really nicely. One thing I’ve been enjoying on this rewatch is just how well LeVar Burton can act without having his eyes visible. He’s great. Let’s just all think about how great LeVar Burton is for a second

And also Bev’s dress:

I legitimately want this dress

I don’t think those buttons are functional. Can you imagine how annoying THAT would be? But I am absolutely in love with this dress. Two paisleys, Beverly???? A goddess. I’m also dying for that brooch with the chain. A+ look all around, great work.

Finally, FINALLY, Guinan meets the rest of the crew:

When you meet someone you won’t actually know for 500 years

She is wearing a hat that looks like a toilet paper cozy. Did your grandma have one of these? They’re so stupid and I love them so much.

Picard and Guinan meet for what is the first time for her, but not the first time for him, and honestly it is...sensual?????

If I got a m’lady from P. Stew I wouldn’t even mind

Patrick and Whoopi truly do some nice work in this ep. But we are here to yell about clothes, so: LOOK AT THIS DRESS ON AN EXTRA:

Gimme dat dress

I just want that dress to wear around my house. I legitimately bought an 18th century costume dress to do just that, so don’t think I won’t literally do this.

OKAY, WE ARE ALMOST TO THE END.

The crew, plus Guinan, go back to the cave where this all started:

Cave Club, the only club that meets in a cave

We get a nice look at the bodice of Guinan’s dress here and guess what: MORE BUTTONS. Buttons on the lapels, and also buttons on the front panel with the pointy top. I wonder if she has multiple front panels for that dress in different colors, like a Swatch watch.

Unbeknownst to them, Mark Twain followed them!! Then there’s a scuffle with the energy-stealing aliens during which a few things happen:

Data’s head flies off

Mark Twain gets sucked into the temporal disturbance

Guinan gets hurt

Picard stays behind to make sure Guinan is okay

So we end up with Mark Twain on the Enterprise, where he sees Worf, and he’s like:

Buh-WHAT

Worf is also confused:

This is...extremely perplexing

We have a few more looks back on the Enterprise, including Regular Guinan:

ShoulderSpreads™: The Bed Spread for Your Shoulders

I love love LOVE this outfit. The color is perfect, the shoulderspreads are perfect, the front draping is perfect. It looks like a velvet housedress from the 1960s except FANCY which is kind of my ideal aesthetic. And it’s red (my fave).

We get a quick glimpse at the barber uniform:

Bitch let me pass, idc if you wrote Huck Finn

This barber does. not. give. a. fuck!!!!

Geordi reattaches Data’s head, the one they already had, which means this whole thing was a ding dang closed loop. The reattachment also kind of diminishes the whole conversation they had earlier about how Data’s head in the cave meant that Data could die someday, because...he didn’t. He still might, but his head is back and he’s fine now.

Meanwhile, Picard is still back in 1893 and they have to go get him, but only one person can come back through the temporal disturbance, so Mark Twain is like “duh I’ll go get him.”

And finally Guinan and Picard can talk about how their friendship spans 500 years!!!!

Hey girl

Hey

YOU’RE WELCOME

*abolish the police

#SEASON 5 #SEASON 6 #TNG #TNG FASHION #STAR TREK #STAR TREK FASHION

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morgan-is-here · 4 years

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So I asked my friend to blind describe the mechanisms

He looks like a Jackson lmao. Jackson or James. Kind eyes.

Seems like a nice dude.

Idk how in depth the ship jobs get, but he looks like he might be an engineer or something maybe?

Or like, someone who records star charts or something.

Good face.

Stats are Luck: 8/10 Intelligence: 7/10 and Dad Jokes: 3/10 Face?

Skull? I see that metallic shit on his face.

Oh look at that dude. What an absolute Chad. Except his name isn't Chad, it's like Raftel or some crazy ass name like that. Wait no Raftel sounds dumb. Idk his name but it's fucking cool.

He's a marksman maybe. Looks like he needs to aim at something with that goggle of his. Pattern on the goggle looks like a ship aiming at something, idk.

He also gives Big Bastard Energy. Look at that smirk. What a dude.

Stats are Aim: 9/10, Confidence: 10/10, Snark: 10/10, and Likability: 7/10 Leg.

He either kicks hard or has absolutely no leg-eye coordination.

Absolutely incredible.

Their name is Dex or something short and cool like that. Idk if they're a leader or what, but they give off huge Don't Fuck With My Plans vibes.

They might be some sort of recorder of something? Looks like they'd be in their room late writing shit down.

Stats are Coolness: 9/10, Intimidation: 10/10, Strength: 8/10 and Secret Softness: 9/10 Back?

Idk something is telling me there's some crazy shit under the shirt.

WOAH LOOK AT THOSE LOCKS

Absolutely some sort of engineer or something that requires hands-on stuff. Probably dirty 70% of the time.

He has a gun so he definitely has the stat of Protecc: 10/10. He's Protecc: 10/10 but he's also Competence: 3/10.

Keep him in the ship pls, he's gonna do something dumb and find himself a hostage or something.

His name is Colton or something overly masculine to make up for his inability to match up to that Dex person.

Somewhere on the arm for sure. Idk how in depth this all is but he has a metal arm that's all I can say about that.

Oh no, SHE'S the engineer. Maybe not of the ship, but perhaps mechanism maintenance?

Her name is Dina (like D-eye-nah) and she's Intelligence: 9/10, Understanding: 8/10, but Patience: 2/10 when she's working.

She can and will shoot you if she has to, but like, she'd really rather not.

Hands. She has some special shit in her hand and helps her with work. Right hand if I need to be specific.

He do gun pew pew but also drive ship sometimes like nyoom.

His name is Winston or some other name that's overly fancy. Way too destructive.

Colton has to keep him from being dumb I bet. Dex yells at this dude a lot. He has a good heart tho.

Jokes (amount): 9/10, Jokes (quality): 3/10, Dexterity: 8/10, Mischievousness: 10/10

Oh yeah eyes, no doubt. I see that by his eyes. I cannot be fooled

Most serious musician I've ever seen.

She's like Minkowski with a flute. Takes no shit but also Big Mom Energy.

Her name is Minerva or something beautiful like that. What's on the box, Minerva?

If she has to fight it'll be hand-to-hand. She'll kick you right in the face no problem.

Definitely a leader type.

Seriousness: 9/10, Kickass-ness 8/10, Observation: 10/10, Listening Skills: 3/10..

Oh mechanism..Um( it's a book, not a box) Ohhhh..What's in the BOOK Minerva???? Mechanism is in or at least near the shoulders.

Okay, I know I said the first guy was named Jackson but this one looks like a Jack.

It isn't very serious, like, at all, but I'm sure it tries to be when someone tells it to.

Looks like a pilot for sure. Look at that hat! Mechanism in the chest.

It's stats are Cautiousness: 4/10, Love: 9/10, Open-mindedness: 8/10, Agility: 10/10.Mustache: 10/10

(I had to send 2)

BEAUTIFUL!!! Clearly her mechanism is in her back.

I have no idea what she does but everyone loves her for doing it.

Her name is Madeline or something simple but sweet like that.

She's just so nice!! But also stubborn. You go girl, take down capitalism!

Bravery: 9/10, Kindness: 9/10, Intelligence: 6/10, Being Very Good: 10/10

#they did pretty well #idk why the formatting was being weird #the mechanisms #the mechs #drumbot brian #marius von raum #ashes o'reilly #gunpowder tim #jonny d'ville #nastya rasputina #ivy alexandria #toy soldier #raphaella la cognizi #he looks like a winston #ellie actually posting #all mechs

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vindicatedvirgil · 4 years

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soulmate september / day twenty-two: glow-in-the-dark stars

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21

Day Twenty-Two: When you close your own eyes, you can see what your soulmate sees.

Summary: Logan was positive that he didn’t have a soulmate, or that everyone around him was making up the whole thing. Virgil kept his eyes closed as much as he possibly could, because when he did, he saw what his soulmate saw.

Ship: Analogical (Virgil x Logan)

word count: 847

(big thanks to Danni from Discord for helping me figure out what ship to write for this and for the idea with the glow in the dark stars on Logan’s ceiling. i heart you both with my heart.)

@tsshipmonth2020

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Logan was taught from a very young age that when you close your eyes, you see what your soulmate is looking at. His parents would use this to their advantage when doing grocery shopping or attending school productions or events. But whenever Logan closed his eyes, all he saw was darkness. Nothing was there, and as he grew older, he began to think that he didn’t have a soulmate.

Perhaps the whole concept of soulmates was a trick told by parents, like Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy, to make their children believe that love was real and that there would always be someone out there who loved you, who was meant for you. Maybe Logan was doomed to never have someone love him more than life itself, to have someone to hold in the middle of the night as they gazed at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling.

Those stars followed him throughout his whole life, from his childhood bedroom to his college dorms and finally into his bedroom of his own apartment, one he moved into once he began working at the local observatory. Every night, he’d lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling of intricately organized glow-in-the-dark stars, mimicking the way the sky looks on his birthday, and hoped that maybe his inklings were wrong. That maybe the stars would be kinder to him tomorrow, that he’d close his eyes and see what his destiny would be.

Virgil was born blind. He didn’t mind it too much, since his dad was always there for him and when he focused on the movements of closing his eyes, he saw stars. Specifically, glow-in-the-dark stars on his soulmate’s ceiling. His soulmate spent a lot of time looking at those stars on their ceiling, at stars in books, at doodles of stars in the margins of his school notes. As Virgil and his soulmate grew older, he noticed the stars followed them everywhere.

He wanted to meet the man he had watched grow up through the mirror. The man was tall, thin, and had black framed glasses around his bright blue eyes. He wore lots of button-up shirts and ties and sweaters, and Virgil loved him for the encouraging smile he would give himself as he adjusted his tie every morning.

But Virgil didn’t know how to find him. How do you find someone you’ve only seen when your eyes are closed, and you can’t see when they’re “open”? He finally asked his friends Janus and Remus (who were lucky to find each other in elementary school) for help in finding his soulmate. He would focus on the surroundings of his soulmate, trying to read the signs and describing everything he saw to his friends. Finally, they realized it was an observatory, so they started by going to the one closest to them. Maybe they’d be lucky.

Virgil described him in as much detail as possible, down to the exact things the man was wearing that day, and the trio walked around the observatory for a bit when Janus finally came to a halt.

“Virgil, focus. What does he see right now?” Janus asked, eyes focused ahead.

“I see…” he took a deep breath, focusing on what his soulmate saw. “Three guys, one on each side of…”

“Does the one on the left have a mustache? And the other is wearing a hat?” Remus asked quietly, for once not making jokes or saying inappropriate things.

“He’s here,” Virgil breathed out. He decided to step forward, towards the man. “Excuse me, do you work here?”

Logan’s eyes focused on the man in front of him. “Yes, I do. How can I help you?”

“This is going to sound really weird, but… I’m pretty sure you’re my soulmate. I can see myself right now,” he said.

“I don’t have a soulmate,” the man said coldly. “When I close my eyes, I see nothing.”

“I’m blind,” Virgil explained quietly. “You have glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling. You have ever since you were a child. I know because I’ve been looking at them for my entire life, too.” Logan thought all of the air would be forced from his lungs as the words hit him at full force.

“What’s your name?” He asked the man standing before him. He watched as hands gripped his arms, and a smile crossed the man’s face.

“I’m Virgil,” he said, and Logan thought the name was the most beautiful he’d ever heard. “And you are…?”

“I’m Logan.”

Logan slipped into bed beside Virgil, his arms wrapping around his boyfriend gently. “You still awake, starlight?” He asked quietly, and he felt Virgil nod, then snuggle closer into his chest.

“Will you look up at the ceiling for me?” Virgil asked, as he did every night. Logan smiled, adjusting so he looked up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling, but during the day he had changed them around. Virgil shifted, and then a gasp left his mouth. “Logan… what did you do?”

In the stars, Logan had spelled out Will You Marry Me?

#tsshipmonth2020 #amanda writes sanders sides fic #amanda's soulmate september drabbles #soulmate september #ts soulmate au #sanders sides soulmate au #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #ts fanfiction #ts analogical #analogical #ts virgil #virgil sanders #ts logan #logan sanders

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valc0 · 4 years

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Roleswap AU Master!Doctor

I know I made you all vote for the roleswapped Doctors, but I had these babies ready in my mind for the logest time and they were begging me to bring them to life.

So here they are:

Simm!Doctor

Looks like his mom picked his clothes.

A companion probably picked his clothes.

Left on his own has the worst fashion sense you’ll ever see.

History professor vibes.

Please someone trim his beard.

Round thin glasses.

Gray and brown tartan.

Odd earth-colored socks.

Quirky hats.

Loves a suitcase.

Tea with milk? More like: milk with tea.

Stubborn.

Can hold a grudge forever.

When offended mutters under his breath.

Silent anger, won’t shout but he’ll tell the most haunting things when angry.

Stutters. Constantly angry at his mouth for not keeping up.

Dwell on lectures about the history of the universe for an unholy amount of time.

Will kiss people when happy or excited.

Will call humans idiots on a regular basis. Apologizes soon after but never sound genuine.

His TARDIS is basically a library.

Gomez!Doctor

Oversize wool cardigans with lots of pockets.

Flowery patterns, constellation patterns, too many patterns.

Too many layers of trinkets.

Taped up glasses.

Super flare and flowy pants with cargo boots.

Makeshift headbands and HUGE earrings.

For the love of God give this woman a comb.

One sugar and no milk.

Dad jokes.

Constantly quotes poets and writers but never remembers their name.

Will get tipsy on occasion.

Archaeologist spirit.

Very easily distracted. Monologues and loses track of what she was saying.

Overly excited for dangerous situations.

Adrenaline rushes makes her squeal like a banshee.

What’s personal space?

No concept of chill when she gets angry, she will just shout.

Her sonic is always different cause she keep losing it and has to build a new one.

Confuses the names of her companions on a regular basis.

Her TARDIS interior looks like a flea market.

Dhawan!Doctor

Don’t touch his hair.

Fuzzy wool sweaters.

Fitted linen pants.

A gargantuan collection of coats.

Different shoes for every day of the week.

Backpacks.

Thick framed glasses but he’ll die before he admits he needs them.

Loves disguises, and fake mustaches…especially fake mustaches.

Slaps away his companions’ hands when they touch something they shouldn’t.

Would bring along literally everyone.

Error. Social conventions don’t apply.

What even is a compliment? What even is a kiss?

Finicky hands.

Talks to himself most of the time.

Never listen.

If you have it, he’ll take coffee. And that’s bad, please give him a decaf.

Straighten slightly crooked paintings and aligns corners of furniture.

Very easily outraged.

Fits of rage against himself. Will bang his head on a wall if he messes up.

His TARDIS has a brown leather couch instead of stools.

#dw #doctor who #art #fanart #my art #art:dw #dwart #doctor who fanart #dw fanart #doctor who art #dhawan!doctor #Gomez!Doctor #Simm!Doctor #roleswap hd #roleswap

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manchesterau · 4 years

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Your Gay Uncle Harry

Okay so I have been really hung up with all those photos of Harry in Italy recently and one thing came to mind when looking at all the photos: Gay Uncle. I even made a post about it! So now I present to you a small fic about your gay Uncle Harry. It’s written in 2nd person pov because I don’t like the feel of 1st person. I...have no idea why I wrote this, and who would even enjoy this but here it is! This is...diffrent from anything I’ve ever written before but I sorta fell in love with this, so I hope you do too.

My own prompt: harry is giving gay rich uncle who you don’t really know too much about because he’s always traveling around with his boyfriend but always invites you and your cousins to his villa in the south of italy for the summer where he plays host

Your family never really talks about him, and when you were younger you never really understood why. The way they all talked about him seemed like he had passed, always in past tense, never spoken about with happiness, always in hushed whispers. Always when the children were away, out of sight out of mind.

When you were younger you pictured him as a ghost, a white sheet with curly hair, bunny teeth, and dimples. You pictured him living hundreds of years ago, in the city somewhere if you were itching to get out of the country, and sometimes in the country herding sheep when you were in the city missing home.

It took a while, but then you finally understood why no one really talks about Uncle Harry. You grew up on a vineyard in California. Uncle Harry was born in a small village in the UK. There is one picture of you and him together, and it’s when you were a baby. His mum, his sister (your Aunt Gemma), and Uncle Harry all traveled to the United States for the first time to see you.

Your mother holds up the picture, she doesn’t understand your curiosity about your Uncle, and quite frankly you can tell that it annoys her, but she tries not to show it for your sake.

You hold the picture up with shaky hands. You’re nervous because you’ve never really seen a picture of him before, it’s like he had been erased from history. Or your family tried very hard to make sure that he was. So when you see his big bright smile, wild curls, and steady arms holding you almost nineteen years ago you want to cry. You don’t, because then you would have to explain to your mom why you’re crying but you sniffling some here and there. He’s holding you with so much pride, so much love, like your his baby, and this is a photo taken right after he’s given birth.

“Why...I mean I guess I don’t understand why you all never really talk about him.” You say.

Your mom pauses, she turns away from you for a second. “I...honestly I think there was a falling out years ago and...and we all know Harry can hold a mean grunge like nobodies business. All of us can really. But, I mean he still comes around sometimes when he’s not busy traveling the world, to say hi and he always asks for updates on you kids.”

You nod, the photo in your hand weighs heavy in between your finger tips. Then your mom pulls out her phone, goes to Facebook, and pulls up Uncle Harry’s page. It’s like an explosion of rainbows, of the likes you’ve never really seen before. Only on the internet, communities you guard with all of your heart, a safe space for your eyes only. And then you start to understand why it’s all hushed voices when talking about Uncle Harry. You scroll for hours through his page, later on, watch video after video, smile at every picture he puts up.

A random dish from a random country he visited last month. Funny old people memes that make you snort. Him all wrapped up in the pride flag, and what you assume is his lover right beside him. A picture from a few weeks ago of them embracing, his name starts with an L and that’s all Uncle Harry says about him regarding his name. Post after post after post about how he had found the one, how in love he was, how his boyfriend was pushing him to reconnect with his family, his love for his smile, the way his eyes crinkle, the barely-there freckles that dot his cheeks. The moments they’ve shared, the heartache they’ve endured, the sweet bliss and utter happiness and love they have for each other.

You cry. Not because you’re upset, but because of how robbed you were of knowing your Uncle. So you friend him on the Facebook you created an hour ago. When you get a message from him two days later asking if your family or a friend of the family you yell and thank whoever is above that no one is home. You reply that he’s your Uncle, go over the semantics on who your dad is, your mom, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandma, papa. By the end he sends you a video, saying how he doesn’t understand all the texting and emojis and you call him an old man and he says he doesn’t take offense to that.

“I like to think of myself as an old soul. Also I’m only thirty-seven, that’s hardly old.”

You laugh at his accent, and he laughs at your lack of one.

You never talk about what happened that made him estranged from the family, but deep down you understand. And when he says he can see a little of himself in you, you cry.

It’s summer, you're at home miserable because of the sweltering heat. The past few days you’ve been to a lot of family gatherings, and it annoys you that the hushed whispers about Uncle Harry never stop. You want to yell at them, to scream and sing his praises but you don’t. And then your mother walks through the side glass doors, her white cowboy hat sling low on her head. Yours sits on the ground below you, an ant crawls by slowly. She looks over at you, once, then again, and then she smiles and nods to herself, hangs up, and walks over.

“Your Uncle Harry is inviting you and your cousins to his villa in Italy if you want to go.” She says it so nonchalantly that you think she’s joking around and you roll your eyes. She shrugs and crosses her arms, stares you down. That’s how you know she’s not joking.

The next thing you know you're on a long flight to Italy. Five of your cousins are on the same flight, the rest of them declined. And then you’re getting off the plane, taking a car, and now you’re standing in front of a house. The stone feels warm under your fingertips as you slide your hand across the side of the house. You’re welcomed by Uncle Harry’s boyfriend, his smile friendly and inviting. His fringe gets in his eyes a lot, and he complains about it, says your Uncle loves his hair like this. You smile, something deep inside you settling.

He takes you all on a small tour, shows you your rooms, tells you your Uncle went on a shopping trip, and should be back very soon. He leaves you to unpack, and you leave your suitcase on the twin-sized bed, wandering around amazed at everything. It feels like home, in a way where you know you won’t get homesick from being here for the summer. It feels like love, like taking a bit out of a warm cookie, like a cuddle with your mom while it rains outside, like curling up next to the fire with a good book. You haven’t felt this way in a long time.

And if there’s one thing no one tells told you about Uncle Harry, is that he sure does know how to make an entrance. You’re looking at the view of the sea beside the pool, you can hear the sound of children playing on the beach below, people moving around in the house behind you, the gentle sway of the leaves as a light breeze blows through.

“How’s the view?”

He startles you, bright big smile on his face and his bunny teeth on display. His hair is shorter than the pictures he’s uploaded before, and he’s actually been able to grow a mustache. He laughs when you tell him this before pulling you into a big hug. You don’t cry like you thought you would, but you do tear up a little.

“I can’t believe you’re actually real.” You say. You still think of him sometimes as a ghost, but without the paper sheet and more real, a little translucent at times.

He pulls back, an arm slung around your shoulder as he hip checks you, his sunburnt nose moves a little as he says, “In the flesh, love.”

You don’t tell him this, but later on as the summer winds down, as the gentle breeze that brought a little moment of peace between the unrelenting day's of heat starts to pick up more, and as classes are due to start again you think about how this was the best summer ever. You hug him extra tight before you and your cousins head off home. And just before you get in the cab he pulls you aside and gives you a rainbow pin.

He tells you, “Your never alone. I know how it feels, but know that you’ve got someone in your corner rooting for you.”

You cry, waving goodbye to Uncle Harry and his boyfriend as they wave back embracing. You take the pin and stick it to your shirt, you get a smile from one of your cousins at the airport and the weight on your shoulder lift a little.

#*#when I say I have no idea what this is yall #but I wrote it and it's the most ive wrote in literal WEEKKKKSSS ijuhygtf anyways embarrassed look away!!!#format of the pictures suck bc you can't add read more on the app and on the app is the only way you want put two pics #in a text post together side by side anyways look away!!#my writing

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