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litfeathers · 1 year

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Before Hunter's Palisman Observations... Before Lilith's Letter... Before Luz's Diary Entry...

A witch's quill scratches on paper, her eyebrows furrowing in thought as she fills a well-worn book with her thoughts and desires and fears.

She smiles at the yellow bird who is fast asleep on her extra pillow, and with a snap of her fingers extinguishes the light spells that had been illuminating her cozy bedroom.

She sleeps.

She dreams…

She dreams of a strange world. A world without magic. A harsh world of rules, and penance, and fear.

A man stands in front of a bonfire, the glow of the firelight dancing on his wild blond hair. He is surrounded by a screaming crowd, torches and pitchforks and fists waving in the air.

"No," she begs. "No, no, no, no."

She calls his name over the cacophony of violent chanting, her voice muffled by the roar of the growing conflagration.

He turns.

She screams.

Blood. Smoke. Fire. The flash of a knife. It all happens too fast.

He is gone.

...and she wakes up.

Welcome to Evelyn's Journal.

Credits: -The phenomenal cover art was drawn by the absolute legend @bananadramaaa. Thank you so much for your help! -The script and Evelyn's voice were written and recorded by Birdie (that's me!) -It's probably pretty obvious, but this project was directly inspired by the audio recordings a few of TOH's VAs did for one of Dana's charity livestreams. Look them up if you have never heard them. They are fantastic!

The audio and script will also be available at AO3 on (or some time after) Sunday, March 26th. You may find it at litfeathers if you would like to give this project some love over there too!

The complete script can be found under the read more, so you may follow along if you wish.

Grab a snack and get comfy. We have an almost 15 minute runtime! Enjoy! 🔥🪶

Scaburary 10th

I had to cover for Bileadona at work. She never showed up for her shift, and so Goldie and I were forced to make an unexpected trip to Bonesborough.

Extra disappointing, since I was planning to spend the afternoon in the garden with my sketchbook. I wanted to redo my blue jay drawing, as I am not quite satisfied with it.

Ah, well. I’ll draw in the garden tomorrow.

Scaburary 11th

UUUGHHH DAMN RAIN!

Goldie has been moping and staring out the window at the sizzling forest all morning, desperately wishing she could have her early morning flight through the trees. I have given her a handful of seeds to help her feel better. She seems pouty still, but has cheered up slightly. She is currently ordering the seeds from most to least appealing. Heh. This should take her a while.

Only two days are left!

Scaburary 13th

Work, work, work. I couldn’t stop watching the sunlight and shadows slowly move across the library floor and sighing impatiently. Bileadona happened by my cart as I was shelving books, and asked why the calendar at my desk is so strange. I told her it was an old-fashioned solar calendar from the bloodievil period. She didn’t seem to buy it, but didn’t push the subject.

I also made a quick…detour before I went home. Just to say hello to some dear friends. Some very special friends who are going to severely regret their actions from last week.

*evil witch cackle*

As an added bonus, I finally managed to nab one of their…creative drawings of me. It is now proudly displayed on my living room wall, just above the couch. Truly, it is a work of art, and I am humbled by their kindness.

I just hope they find my return offering just as humbling ehehehehe.

I have been getting more and more excited for every visit to the Human Realm. Not that I have been there recently. I most definitely have not. Don’t be absurd.

But anyway. This week has dragged endlessly! I cannot wait for tomorrow.

It’s nice to have a friend.

Scaburary 14th, Human Realm year 1623

Today was nice.

It was a Friday in Human reckoning, so Caleb and I enjoyed the usual supper on a blanket in the snowy woods. I made sure to include dragon bacon sandwiches and deviled griffin stew in the spread, as they are his favorites. And of course, a thermos of hot apple blood to warm us up. It was a marvelous feast!

He looks a bit better lately. His skin is less pale, and the shadows under his eyes are less prominent.

The moment I landed at at our spot, Caleb immediately asked me if I had anything to do with the recent vandalism of the Gravesfield meetinghouse. I plead innocent. He grimly informed me that someone had scribbled all over the siding, and that one of the drawings bore a striking resemblance to Goldie. I expressed my deepest sympathies for the poor soul who would have to clean it up. He further informed me that the words “Evie was here” were scrawled over the front door. I told him that since my given name isn’t Evie, it’s Evelyn, he was clearly looking for another culprit. He grabbed me by the shoulders, looked me dead in the eye, and told me, in the most fed-up of tones, that the drawings could move.

“Huh,” I said. “In that case, it sounds like you might have a witch on your hands. I hear they are pretty tricky to deal with, but seeing as you are such an expert witch hunter, you surely won’t have a problem rooting her out!”

At that he made such a ridiculously frustrated face, I could no longer hold in my laughter. It was the look he gets where his cheeks flush and his nose flares. The red even reached his ears this time! Fantastic.

He gave up at that point. He just sighed deeply and shook his head. But I could tell he was desperately trying to hold back a smile.

While we enjoyed our meal, we got on the topic of weather. After my previous deception, he didn’t quite believe me when I told him that rain boils in the Demon Realm. When I cast an illusion to show him a typical Boiling Isles thunderstorm, his eyes lit up brighter than the sun. As fun as it is to tease and banter with him, I think I vastly prefer those quiet moments between us. When the storm clouds lift from his eyes.

*trails off*

I can tell he’s lonely.

Last week, while we were on our owl watch, he mentioned offhandedly that he hasn’t received a proper hug in years.

I was about to feign ignorance and pretend to not know what a hug is, until I realized that…err. Well, we are two galdorpeas in a pod in that regard, aren’t we?

And no, I did not offer myself up. Because some walls are built for a reason.

Caleb is surrounded by pitchforks and torches and prying eyes.

His village is dangerous.

His brother has been asking more and more…questions.

I know I shouldn’t keep doing this. I know I can’t keep doing this. There is a line, and I am terrified that I am gleefully dancing towards it, and one day I am going to be unable to stop myself from crossing into something…

*deep sigh*

…something I cannot come back from.

I am unwilling to admit this anywhere but here. And this is difficult to write, even if my eyes are the only ones that will ever read it. But…

He scares me.

Hah! How silly is that? We’re the closest of friends. I am a powerful adult witch. And I am scared of him?

It makes no sense. Witch hunter my butt! I trust him completely. He is kind. Sweet, even. No matter how much sass and grumpiness he sprinkles into his words, it is abundantly clear that his heart is made of pure gold. His smile could melt snow. His soft words could tame the wildest slitherbeast. His laugh is pure music.

*embarrassed cough*

So, then. Why the fear? Why have I been finding myself so on edge around him lately? It’s incredibly frustrating.

Words are difficult to get out. My pulse quickens when he sits too close. I can no longer look him in the eye without my face heating up. What else could cause this but fear? It is clearly my body warning me that what I am doing is incredibly foolish.

Or perhaps it’s just the apple blood.

*sighs in frustration, then there is a long moment of silence*

No. I’m not that naive. I know it’s not the apple blood. It’s just that…I’m…

I’m not ready.

I don’t have much more I would like to say on this topic, so I suppose I shall end this entry and tuck myself into bed with a good book. Perhaps Goldie would like for me to read her another story.

Here’s hoping for some nice dreams. Titan willing.

Goodnight.

Scaburary 15th

I had the day off from work. I tried to draw in the garden, but my redo of the blue jay sketch came out even worse than the original. I ended up spending most of my day on the couch, half paying attention to a book I could barely focus on enough to read.

I had dreams last night. Dreams I absolutely refuse to relive by writing them down.

Please. Please, please, please let tonight be better.

Scaburary 16th

Oh, Titan. I hate this.

I have made a decision. A decision I am absolutely miserable to be making.

It’s something I can absolutely not back out on. Something I should have done ages ago.

Something I should have done before I got…attached.

No matter what, this will end in pain. But it must end. Before he is harmed. Or worse. I know what I must do. But it hurts. I have to protect him. This week will be rough. Please wish me luck and courage.

Scaburary 17th My chest hurts. My eyes are sore. Everyone has been giving me space at work. I am sure they can tell something is very wrong, but no one has pried. At least I managed to keep it together until I was halfway home. Be proud of my fortitude.

After I was done being sorry for myself, I got an idea. I am unsure if I will be able to follow through with my plan. But if I can find my courage, perhaps I can at least try.

When we say our goodbyes, I can at least ensure Caleb still has a friend.

I haven’t carved a palisman in years. Not since I made Goldie with Mother and Father. And not since they…

*chokes up for a second*

I don’t even know if I remember how. But there is a grove of healthy palistrom trees in the backyard. And I still have my knife.

I even know what he would want.

Fine. Tomorrow I will start carving.

Scaburary 18th I opened my journal to write, but I have nothing substantial to say. This week has been miserable. I wish it were Friday so I could get this over with. Goldie keeps offering me seeds to cheer me up. I’m sorry, Goldie. I appreciate the gesture, but not everything can be fixed with a tasty seed.

Scaburary 19th I sent Goldie to deliver my final rebus message. I got such an excited response back, I nearly lost it again. He has heard a saw-whet owl in the woods by the fields. He wants to take me out there to listen for it. Sounds lovely. I suppose it’s nice to look forward to one last owl watch. What should I do with the remaining Titan’s blood? Dispose of it? Donate it to a researcher? All I know is that I cannot keep the vials. Lest I be…tempted. I’ll miss the birds. Caleb’s gift is drying on the kitchen table. I wonder what wish he will make.

Scaburary 20th I am surprisingly calm. There is something to be said for allowing yourself to…feel. To let your emotions exist, acknowledge them, let them out. That isn’t typically how I operate, but perhaps it can be advantageous to…sometimes…occasionally…not bury everything? As much as I hate to admit it. I was even able to laugh at Goldie’s antics. She brought home a rattle worm and pretended to feed it to our new scarlet friend. She even feigned offense when he refused her gift by remaining silent and wooden. Silly bird! I don’t know what I would ever do without her. I think I will be fine. Once the dust settles. We will all be fine.

Scaburary 22nd I do not know where to start. It is late evening. I am sitting here in bed, journal in lap, as usual. But Goldie is perched on my shoulder instead of her usual spot on my extra pillow. Because my extra pillow is occupied. It is occupied by a blond human and a small red bird. Oh. He just reached out in his sleep to hug my waist. I suppose I’m trapped now. I’ve never been so happy. I’ve never been so happy, and yet so anxious? I can’t stop smiling. I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling or swooning or giggling since last night! How embarrassing. How completely and utterly embarrassing! ...Goldie, I know you are reading this. I can hear you laughing! Quit it! I think I’m still in a bit of shock-GOLDIE THIS IS PRIVATE. I haven’t quite processed any of this-I KNOW YOU CAN FEEL MY EMOTIONS AND HEAR MY THOUGHTS! I DON’T CARE! YOU’RE STILL BEING NOSY. WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE WERE BOTH SO OBVIOUS? I SAID STOP LAUGHING!!! Fine. You were right. Is that what you wished to hear? Are you happy now, you smug little feather brain? Good. Anyway. Where was I? Everything happened so…fast. The last 24 hours have been absolutely wild. And terrifying. And…intense. But I think I can finally admit something important, even if it’s only here for now. Let’s see if I can manage to actually write it. Goodness, my hand is shaking. Alright. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. Here goes… *swoons a little* I’m in love. Goodnight, everyone. Sweet dreams. *snaps fingers, and light spells are extinguished* Sung: You are not alone No matter how far you have flown Together we feel we’re at home In darkness light shines in your bones *As she hums the song fades out*

#The Owl House #Evelyn Clawthorne #Wittecouple #Witteclaw #wittewife #Birdie Chirps

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samlee2224 · 19 days

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Can we hear about your milgram oc 🥺🥺

( no pressure ofc )

I have 12 Milgram OCs! But now there are only 8 ( or 9 ? ) people who have stories. I'll introduce them to you!!↓

(I use Translate app and my little abilities, hope you can read and understand it.)

In Samleegram, We have 2 prison guards and 10 prisoners

Prison Guards

[000]

Name : Es (エス)

CV : Sakamoto Maaya (坂本真綾)

Gender : Unknown

Age : 15

Birthday : Unknown

Height : 153 cm.

Bloodtype : Unknown

Image color : #8EC6BB (Monte Carlo)

Es bright and cheerful, They is close to almost every prisoner. They always make free time to talk with prisoners. But no one knew that they was secretly recording prisoners' information all the time.

They patrolled at night every day. Many people think it's because they works hard. But actually they was just trying to find a way out of here.

Es often gets teased by Ar for being short. So they asks Jackalope for a new pair of shoes. That makes them 160 cm tall. which is higher than Ar. LOL

((Es rarely wears a hat because it makes seeing difficult.😢 Es always cooks for everyone to eat, sometimes some prisoners come to help them. (but Ar doesn't help.)))

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[000]

Name : Ar (アル)

CV : Uchiyama Yumi (内山夕実)

Gender : Unknown

Age : 15

Birthday : Unknown

Height : 159 cm.

Bloodtype : Unknown

Image color : #8EB8C6 (Polo Blue)

In fact, Ar was the assistant prison guard. Its main duty is to interrogate prisoners. They was verbally violent during the interrogation. In this prison, there was hardly anyone to like them. (← It should be like that)

Ar is very foul-mouthed and has a temper. (💀) Do you see that whistle? They usually blow it when prisoners don't behave as they please. ( Why does it sound cute..? )

((Ar doesn't often wear hats either. But it's because he's just lazy. Sometimes Ar wears Es’s hat because Ar can't find their own.))

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Prisoners

[021]

Name : Kinoshita Haru (木下晴)

CV : Kitamura Eri (喜多村英梨)

Gender : Female

Age : 22

Birthday : January 6

Height : 173 cm.

Bloodtype : A

Image color : #F59795 (Wewak)

Haru hardly speaks to anyone. She usually communicates by writing on the board. She also isn't good at facial expressions, which makes some people think she's strange.

Haru often smokes with Masato (024) regularly. And She seem to be trying to approach Akihiko (26) for unknown reasons.

She used to like to sing and play music, she used to set up a band with a close friend before. But why did she stop doing it? Hmmm? you'll have to wait until this part of the story is revealed.✌️

((I intend to design Haru to look like a man. Due to her past story But she is a woman. However You can use the anypronoun with her that she/her he/him or they/them. She doesn't seriously about this.))

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[022]

Name : Murata Kei (村田軽 )

CV : Murata Ayumu (村瀬歩)

Gender : Male

Age : 14

Birthday : August 19

Height : 154 cm.

Bloodtype : AB

Image color : #BCCCD1 (Link Water)

Kei is the youngest prisoner. He has dark circles under his eyes that are clearly visible. It's because he almost didn't sleep. Even though he went to sleep, he had a nightmare anyway, so he thought it was better to take that time to study.

He often said that he was not guilty , Never kill people , Milgram caught him wrong. And he wanted to leave here very much. 'My father will definitely find me.' He always said that.

Kei looks particularly close to Hinata(023), maybe because of his similar age, he often follows her like a chick(?) Everyone in prison always sees them next to each other.

((He used to ask for cosmetics from Es, so Es thought that in fact, he might love beauty?))

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[023]

Name : Tsugiyama Hinata (杉山日向)

CV : Hanazawa Kana (花澤香菜)

Gender : Female

Age : 15

Birthday : March 23

Height : 148 cm.

Bloodtype : A

Image color : #F4CFC5 (Coral Candy)

Hinata is a friendly person and always talks to others. Everyone sees her cheerful and looks polite all the time. But once in a while she accidentally slipped out of a rude word. Make everyone shock…

She bandaged her arms all the time. Ritsu (028) volunteered to change the bandage for her often, but she often refused him and did it on her own. She didn't want anyone to see the that wound.

Hinata didn't have the attitude of wanting to leave milgram at all. Hinata thought that this place was much more comfortable than her house. If not sticking to the vote that she didn't like it.

((Hinata doesn't like the uniform that Milgram provides. Because it makes everyone see the bandage clearly.💢))

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[024]

Name : Kimura Masato (木村正人)

CV : Hirata Hiroki (平田広明)

Gender : Male

Age : 43

Birthday : February 20

Height : 187 cm.

Bloodtype : O

Image color : #78BC8E (Bay Leaf)

He is the oldest person in milgram. He lived a sluggish life as if he had completely lost faith in this world. Sometimes he acted like a father of children in prison.👴

Masato talks to Ritsu(028) most often. discussing life problems, adult edition (sounds depressing). He often smokes with Haru(021) on a regular basis, even if the other party lets him talk to a single swim.

Masato didn't pay much attention to milgram, But if he could choose, he wanted to get out of here, Because he still didn't complete his duty.

((He thinks it's not bad to have free cigarettes.))

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[026]

Name : Matsui Akihiko (松井昭彦)

CV : Taniyama Kishou (谷山紀章)

Gender : Male

Age : 18

Birthday : April 1

Height : 169 cm.

Bloodtype : A

Image color : #FFBF65 (Rajah)

I haven't made much of his story yet. But as you can see, He's not very friendly.

Akihiko often quarrels with Ar regularly (He actually quarrels with everyone but.. uh… with Ar the most.)

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[028]

Name : Itsuki Ritsu (樹律)

CV : Furukawa Makoto (古川慎)

Gender : Male

Age : 35

Birthday : June 30

Height : 182 cm.

Bloodtype : B

Image color : #3359BF (Cerulean Blue)

Please marry m- NO, I mean, Ritsu always takes care of others, maybe because he's a doctor, so he's trusted by everyone.

He is very close to Masato(024), probably because Masato is the male of his age closest to himself.

((Look at his smile ^^ 🥺))

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[030]

Name : Higuchi Ryota (樋口僚太)

CV : Uchida Yuma (内田雄馬)

Gender : Male

Age : 20

Birthday : October 12

Height : 174 cm.

Bloodtype : O

Image color : #C1D48C (Deco)

Ryota doesn't have any other information yet, I'll update it later!

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Thank you for reading to the end!!

#ocgram #milgram oc #milgram #oc #samleegram #samlee oc

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 months

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Five Fics Friday: March 29/24

Happy Friday Everyone, and Happy Easter Long Weekend! Here are some great fics to get you through the weekend!! And please be sure to give the boosted fic some extra love! Enjoy!

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The Rescuing by BakerTumblings (M, 5,296+ w., 2/12 Ch. || WiP || Canon Compliant Until S3, Medical Realism, Military Background, Peril, Medical Trauma, Rescue Missions, Trauma Recovery, BAMF Mycroft, BAMF John, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Sherlock Whump) â€“ Captain Watson to the rescue! Series compliant until beginning of Season 3 - then all bets are off. Sherlock, off in Serbia, has been captured and severely injured. Mycroft recruits John to aid with freeing him and then overseeing his recovery. The story begins in London but will explode in Serbia, slide into a European hospital and then tiptoe through a safe-house before returning to Baker Street.

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wolfjessedragon · 10 months

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Based on @liliacamethyst Webs of series

Webs of What if Part 3- Webs of Protection

A month later in Spider Society HQ…

Ben Riley: *bandages the stab wound on Sunny’s leg* Looks like the stinger didn’t pierce much, other than a visit with medical you should be okay. I’m so sorry.

Sunny: Ben it’s okay, you couldn’t have known.

Miguel: *exits the portal and marches over glaring at Ben Riley*

Sunny: *winces as she stands between Ben Riley and Miguel* Mig- *her leg gives out and she falls only for Miguel to catch her*

Ben Riley: Spider Sun are- *reaches out to help Sunny only for Miguel to growl at him*

Miguel: Don’t. You. Touch. Her. *He picks up Sunny bridal style and carries her away.*

Sunny: *While being carried to Miguel’s office she looked back at Ben Riley then looks up at Miguel and thought about what had happened. Earlier that day Ben Riley asked a favor of the squad to help him rescue his older brother and fellow spider Kaine aka The Scarlet Spider. The mission was mostly a success, I mean they had freed Kaine from capture. However there were two hiccups: One, Ben Riley failed to mention that Kaine has severe psychological problems and was incredibly violent. And two, Kaine’s captors had him under some pretty powerful psychedelic drugs. Kaine started attacking all of them and while no one was killed or fatally injured, Kaine stabbed Sunny pretty badly in the leg. Nanoseconds later Miguel was on top of Kaine going absolutely feral on him. Like Sunny has seen Miguel angry before but what she saw back there was whole nother level. Full on primal savage rage. Ben Riley quickly got Sunny out of there and based on the blood that stains his fingers, it’s not looking good for Kaine.*

Miguel: *Looks at Sunny softly as he lays her on the couch and begins running diagnostics.* The stinger didn’t pierce any major blood vessels or nerves. Should heal in a few days tops.

Sunny: And our little one?

Miguel: *Shows Sunny the advanced ultrasound of their 15 week old little one. He feels Sunny’s hand intertwining with his.*

Sunny: *She stares at the image and can’t help but fall deeper in love with the life growing in her womb. She glances at Miguel, she senses that he feels the exact same way and sneaks in a peck on the cheek.*

Miguel: *sigh* The rest of the team knows now by the way.

Sunny: …..what?

Miguel: I may have let it slip.

About a half hour earlier….

Peter BP: Miguel that’s enough! *Shouts as he, Jessica, Gwen, and Hobie after a lot of struggling finally pulls him off a badly beaten Kaine.*

Miguel: ¡No he terminado con él!

Jessica: Yes you are! Look at Kaine, you could have killed him!

Miguel: ¡Podría haber matado a mi Soleada y a mi bebé! *Causing Jessica, Gwen, and Hobie to look at Miguel in shock.*

Peter BP: *steps in front of Miguel* Who both more than likely need you with them right now!

Miguel: *causing his rage to subside enough to instead open a portal and go to his family*

Now…

Miguel: *sighs* Lo siento

Sunny: It’s okay Miguel, it was said in a moment of rage, and besides, they were gonna figure it out sooner or pop later- *stops as Miguel suddenly kisses her lips passionately*

Miguel: *wraps his arms around Sunny as he kisses her* Words cannot describe how much you mean to me, *he places a hand on her abdomen as if to caress the child growing in there* how much you both mean to me.

Sunny: *blushes deeply and hugs him* Te amo Miguel. *She kisses him as he crawls on top of her.*

Miguel: *Looks down at her, eye’s begging.* Please Soleada, no more field missions for now *stops as Sunny kisses him again.*

Sunny: I understand, *smiles up at him* my Miguel.

Meanwhile at the portal station…

Ben Riley: Shut the front door!

Peter BP: Those were my exact words

Gwen: Still trying to wrap my head around it

Jessica: How far along is Sunny?

Peter BP: Almost four months I think

Hobie: Y’know what, honestly, good for them.

Gwen: Seriously? They are like near complete opposites.

Hobie: Opposites attract mate, besides one of my best partners was from the upper class.

Margo: Wait y’all didn’t know Sunny and Miguel have been a thing? *She sends the gurney with a critically injured Kaine to medbay and get the “seriously?” look from the others.*

The next day at Miguel and Sunny’s apartment…

Sunny: *Laying on the couch wearing pjs with her leg bandaged up, reading “In the Time of the Butterflies”, when she hears a knock at the door.*

Jessica: *enters* It’s just me, Sunny, I have a key.

Sunny: Oh hey Jess, *lights up sees Jessica has Gerald* Hi Gerry! *winces as she gets up only to be slightly pushed back on the couch by Jessica*

Jessica: No no, no getting up, Miguel told me that even with our heal factors you need to stay off that leg for at least another day.

Sunny: *notices the bags Jessica is carrying* Whatcha got there?

Jessica: Oh this? Well after finding out the news, me and the others put a couple things together. *hand Sunny the bags*

Sunny: Y’all didn’t have to do that *looks in bags and sees a container of assassin spaghetti from Peter BP, a baby drum set from Gwen, some picture books on activists from Hobie, an apology note and a chewing necklace from Ben Riley, and some maternity clothes from Jessica.* You guys are thoughtful. *starts happy crying*

Jessica: *hands Sunny a tissue and sits on the other end of the couch, letting Gerald out of the babybjorn*

Sunny: *sees Gerald crawling to her, takes him in her arms, and starts playing with him*

Jessica: *giggles* You’re really good with him.

Sunny: Thank you, I just hope I’ll be a good mom for this little one. *she lays her hand on her slightly swollen abdomen, the image of yesterday’s ultrasound still fresh in her mind*

Jessica: You’re gonna do great

Sunny: Thanks Jess, I do know for certain that Miguel is going to be a wonderful father for them.

Jessica: Oh he’ll definitely try, in all the years I’ve known him I can say he was born to be a lot of things but one thing for certain is to be a dad. He devotion to Gab- *stops and pauses as if saying that name is too painful*

Sunny:.... I know I never met Gabriella, but I wish I did. I’ve seen the videos and I just know I’d love her as much as I love Miguel if not more. Who am I kidding? I’d love that little girl as if she were my own, and I like to think she would have been so excited to become a big sister.

Jessica: *sniffles* ….. she used to call me Tia Jess…. Sunny: Cm’here *hugs Jessica, who just hugs back*

That night…

Lyla: *Projected over a sleeping Sunny looking at her and her belly with such malice. She pulled up the apartment controls, all she had to do was turn the gas on and the carbon monoxide would do the rest. All of a sudden the apartment doors opened, she looked to see it was Miguel and immediately dissipated. Still watching from the cameras.*

Miguel: *Walks in, looking pretty exhausted, locks the apartment doors, and stumbles his way to the bedroom. Despite his exhaustion he crawls into bed carefully so as to not wake Sunny.*

Lyla: *Watches enviously as Miguel wraps his arms around a sleeping Sunny. Wanting so badly to be the one wrapped in his arms. She leaves.*

(Authors notes: Honesty guys I was anxious to post this one, please comment on any feedback. And again stay tuned for future parts.)

#fanfiction #liliacamethyst #wolfjessedragon #miguel spiderverse #what if #across the spiderverse #miguel x oc #web series

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Weekend Update - 03/17/2024 (on 03/18/2024)

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! ☘️ This format will be a bit abbreviated this week. It’s been rough for me the last few week with work especially and life somewhat.

I think in sharing a small portion of what some of my days have looked like the last few months (mainly violent patients, disrobing patients, family members bringing drugs and other contraband into the hospital, a man arguing with security in a diaper) and still being expected to finish your shift and be ready to come back in a day or two, any of these single events might be a lot for some.

One silver lining, mama Nerdie has life advice: “Watch some Pedro and forget about old man balls.” Words I never thought I would hear her say but also words to live by. 🤣🤣🤣

For me they’ve become weekly. 😑 When I read it all together I realized it was a lot but it was a lot. Do I see a lot every week? I think I’m desensitized 😵‍💫 I’m kinda concerned but also it helps me function so…

Anyway, due to the above, my fic rec section will be shorter, what I put out this week is definitely shorter and the week of 03/24 and 03/31, there won’t be a weekend update from me as I am taking a well earned I think, vacation. 😎 Yay!

I should have my March Prompts scheduled through 3/31 and my Ezra series should continue through the end of March as well. I plan to continue Ezra, my fluffy Din series and Wedding Dieter series in April. 😘 Likely mid to late April as a heads up.

Thank you all so much for your support of my weekend updates. My usual format is fun to write because it’s what I imagine talking to one of you would be like if you wanted to pick my brain 🧠

Fanfiction recommendations 🥰

1. Ezra part two** from “A Baker’s Dozen” by @avastrasposts

2. His Living Fleshlight by @beskarandblasters (Din Djarin - F! Reader)

3. Plus size reader Masterlist by @ezrasbirdie

4. Mejor Sin Ti part one by @fhatbhabie (Javier Peña x plus size female reader featuring Joel Miller)

5. Que Manera de Despertar (Javier Peña x fat wife) by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

6. Watercolor by @magpiepills (Lucian Flores x female reader)

7. Mientes part two of Mejor Sin Ti by @fhatbhabie (Javier Peña x plus size reader featuring Joel Miller)

8. Summer nights, you and I by @katsheadinclouds (Lucian Flores x F plus’s size reader)

9. Couch, Interrupted by @charethcutestory02 (Frankie Morales x Benny Miller)

10. One Day at a Time by @rebel-held (Dieter Bravo x f reader)

I’m sad I didn’t get to more fics this week, there’s too many in my drafts folder warning to be read and reblogged.

What Nerdie did this week:

1. Made Our Journey Across the Star Ocean Masterlist

2. Part Three of The Lake Between Us

3. March Prompts days 10 - 16 (my top three: 11, 14 and 15) ☺️

4. Notes with Dieter

A doodle of one of the tattoos I want AU Din to have when he moves into the neighborhood: @alltheglitterandtheroar and @megamindsecretlair are to blame for letting me talk about Din way too much in sweatpants, special mention of @rhoorl for her former love 🫡

Why did I write elbow? Truthfully I’m not sure, where else would his elbow be? 🤣🤣🤣

This is why I write and do not draw. 👀 I will leave it to @immarocketman and @morallyinept as they’re artists. 🧑‍🎨

Stay safe, stay hydrated and when in doubt, watch some Pedro 💕

Love Nerdie! See you in April ❤️

#weekend update #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #dieter bravo #the mandalorian #nerdie fic rec #javier pena narcos #lucien flores #frankie morales #Benny miller #ezra prospect

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fleetstreetfatality · 6 months

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18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

And

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

This passage is from Weigh Down On Me chapter two, which, yes, I am still writing. I'm just stuck. I promise It will see the light of day because I love the story and I want all you to experience chapter three with me which is also partially written. I love terrorist anakin.

"That was when his past came to haunt him the most; in the quiet dark when he was alone. The blood curdling screams of dying men, friends and strangers alike, family and mentors. The sounds of bombs and cannons and marching droids. The sting of lightsabers catching skin and the feeling of dirt spraying his face. The acrid smell of smoke and machine oil and the accented voice of his beloved master barking orders and pressing in around him to shelter him as best he could. That was when he wrote the most."

This is one of my favorite passages and one of the most vivid things I pictured while listening to the band that inspired this entire fic. It lived in my head for weeks before I finally wrote it out and I know the question is how did it change but this is one of the few passages that have never changed and never been rewritten. I think it's perfect just as it is. I love the images it paints of them. It plays on all of my favorite things about my favorite star wars time period. The horror and blood and fear and connection obikin made during the war. This was when they were closest and I love writing for that time. The song that inspired this section was inspired by "The Grey" by Bad Omens.

I am one of those strange creatures who keeps their books as prestine as possible. So I absolutely could never write on a book. I do have signed books but those are different. I used to dog eat my pages when I was a kid but now I just use whatever is at hand as a bookmark: receipts, rubber bands, glasses wipes, straps of paper, napkins, rarely ever an actual book mark because I always lose them. I do however read in the bath though but I'm very careful about it. It's very relaxing and juat such a wonderful experience. It's my me time. I don't judge people who do and of course we can still be friends though if you crack your book spines in front of me I will wince. I learned how to gently break in a spine so it falls nicely and doesn't crack and it pains me watching people violently abuse them like that. But I have lots of coworkers who very much do all of these things.

#asks #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #star wars #obikin

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kehlana-wolhamonao3 · 10 months

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For your asks - Before the Beginning (for the Heiress if possible 🫣)

Papa was dead.

Mary wondered idly if that fact would somehow finally register in her head if she repeated it to herself often enough.

So far it hadn’t, despite her witnessing the whole ghastly scene in person just a few hours previously. In fact, the image of Papa standing up and violently vomiting blood all over the table kept repeating itself in front of her eyes, followed swiftly by the image of him on the floor, gasping in pain and assuring them all of his love for them as they were assuring him he was going to be alright.

Turned out, they were wrong, because Papa died before Dr Clarkson even had a chance to arrive, despite being called immediately and jumping straight into the ambulance.

Papa was dead and none of them knew what to do.

Of course, it meant that the house and practically everything else, save for some of their personal possessions belonged to Matthew now.

Matthew, who was God knew where in Europe, busy fighting a war. Matthew, who had not visited them or sent a word ever since he had left that ghastly garden party a year and a half ago.

Well, thought Mary bleakly, at least he would have to come home now, even if he still didn’t want to talk to her.

She wished she could be happy about that.

***

It stunned Mary all anew when she realised she had to be in charge for the time being.

Nobody else was going to be.

Mama was lost in her grief. She had not left her room since Papa’s body was taken away. Granny, indomitable, irrepressible Granny, could barely speak and looked so fragile it truly frightened Mary. She looked up to her for guidance, but it was painfully obvious that none was coming, at least not yet, not in those first nightmarish days of grief. Sybil needed support more than Mary and Edith was useless, of course. Isobel was dying to be useful however she could, but considering the delicacy of the situation, she hesitated to assume any responsibility which could be perceived as taking charge of the house.

Which left Mary as the person who dealt with the funeral arrangements, the servants, Murray, Jarvis and the death notifications. Carson admired her for being so composed, Edith accused her of being a heartless monster. She wondered how many people agreed with Edith’s interpretation of her actions.

Sometimes she wondered if Edith wasn’t right.

It took her two days to realise that probably nobody notified Matthew yet.

When she asked Isobel for his contact details, she was met with proper compassion for the first time and it had nearly proved her undoing.

“I can handle it, if you prefer, Mary,” said Isobel gently. “You’re shouldering everything else.”

Mary straightened, desperately fighting to stay numb, because under the protective cover of it she could feel a dark abyss, just waiting to devour her and spit her broken. She could not afford to be broken, not now, not when everybody else was.

“Thank you,” she said thickly. “But it should come from one of us.”

Soon she was sitting over the blank page of a telegram. It had to be a telegram; there was no time for a letter to be delivered if Matthew was to have any chance of coming in time for the funeral. The format of a telegram was restrictive, didn’t leave any space for feelings or apologies and maybe it was a good thing; nobody could judge what she felt for the recipient by reading a telegram.

She wondered what Matthew would feel when he received it. Shock, for sure – weren’t they all shocked? Sorrow, probably, for Papa; they were close with each other, whatever happened between Matthew and her. The weight of responsibility he had never wanted in the first place. Compassion for them all, she had no doubts, he was too kind to react otherwise.

She wondered if seeing her after all this time would bring him pain or if he had long forgotten that he had ever felt anything for her.

In the end, the text was simple:

PAPA IS DEAD STOP YOU’RE THE EARL NOW STOP FUNERAL PLANNED MARCH 15 STOP LET US KNOW IF YOU CAN GET LEAVE STOP IF NOT LET US KNOW HOW YOU WISH TO PROCEED WITH EVERYTHING STOP MARY

Now all that was left was to wait for Matthew to come back and not let herself fall apart.

#downton abbey #downton abbey fanfiction #writing asks #mary crawley #the heiress

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Which do you prefer, Yaoi or yuri?

*I begin playing you a song on my hurdy-gurdy*

Not an easy answer... I must tell you tales of times long past.... and we will contemplate the nature of interest. The nature of sexuality ....

From age 11-20ish I identified as a lesbian, and only dated women. Went to dyke marches etc whole 9 yards. Most of my friends were the few other dykes in my school ..... but for some reason, I was a chronic shotacon and really only liked shota porn, LOL. In those days it legitimately wasn't 'bad' or 'gross' to like (lol) it was just annoying (lol); my friends would just call me a bad lesbian or try to cajole me into watching their yuris or normal pornos of ladies fisting. A funny era. From like, 11-17? I would say I really only imbibed yaoi, did not really care for anything else, was a pure of heart fujoshi, to everyone's chagrin.

I got into a more serious relationship at 18 & I finally was like, "its a little embar I am a shotacon ... I would like to just make lesbo porn with my lesbo partner..." so, somewhat artificially but not entirely artificially, for about 18-20 I only had female OCs for the mostpart and read f/f or yuri if you will, fics and such. My partner liked m/f to some extent so sometimes we'd dabble in a boy added into there. I guess I experimented a little with being nonbinary around this time, that wasn't right for me though and truly girlie vibes are me. Also my partner at the time eventually started transitioning (we r still close!) so, I re-analyzed my sexuality & what gender like was for me & wasn't really 'a lesbian' any longer and like, honestly never really found a new identity after that.

SOMETHING happened in 2012 a and I regressed back into a shotacon like, sooo uncontrollably, and, I didn't feel as if I was avoiding anything or really repressing anything, yet once I was back in the saddle it was balls to the wall, really so like aaaaaa rrrr aaaaa mmnnggghhh !!! I was 20, arbitrarily. So from 20-24 or so I was back to your basic fujoshi vibes.

I met my now-husband online in 2016 in this era, we were both in a yaoi twincest fandom. I honestly wasn't 100% suuuure where I really sat with boys IRL but, he was very my type in all ways , anyway. So let's not think hard. We met in person & had violently intense chemistry like fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck gotta fuck gotta fuck hard. Bird is really ................. a heterosexual guy lol. Though at the time he thought he was a leetle more pan vibes, he really had only been so passionate about, girls. Despite starting out in yaoi we wound up only really shipping m/f things together, major het moment for me. I was like "lol... this is so interesting... and funny... and fun!". I had never really imbibed het content deeply lol. Literally ever. But my lover was a boy, and I was a girl, and it was most fun to embody a het ship together, and have sex with each other, heterosexually, lol. So for the better part of 6 years, 24-30, me and @7ban-sama have been very m/f very het. HOWEVER ... Bird loves women and I love women, so we've sometimes been yuri vibes and yuri times!! So, it was more yuri, more often, than yaoi, overall! Though honestly it's all over the place; Chasriel and Krisriel are hugely important to us, and gender is ambiguous in that.

Then uhhh I feel like I have periodic relapses, its so embar but I guess the nature of what I am... JSHK was like . It is exactly something I'd have read and obsessed over at age 15, in my fujoshi era. I really expected to identify with Nene-chan but instead I am very Tsukasa (sad trombone)! The twins actually grabbed both of us by the throat with their arc and its similarities to our love ... and then again we both love, girls ... so you have, Hanako x Nene x Tsukasa as an ultimate three-way. It is le yaoi and le het.

As you can see it is difficult to say "I prefer yuri" or "I prefer yaoi". I guess completely on my own incel vibes no partner, I tend to just do yaoi, while, when I have a partner, I tend to engage more fantasies that could analog us, and I am a girl, so (so I was more yuri when properly with a 'girl', and het when properly with a boy). I think if I was forever alone I would probably do mostly shota nonsense, but that would partially be out of an inability to really inhabit the fantasies firsthand ... at least some of the reason I feel I didn't engage much with girl fantasies despite being a girl was feeling too disassociated from my own appearance (normal self-hate stuff, repulsion, feeling ugly, feeling gross etc). I think yaoi is 'safe' for me, it doesn't .. . hurt me, lol? It doesn't make me feel like an ugly girl, it's kinda no thoughts head empty. I could finally very potently engage in m/f and f/f with Bird, @7ban-sama, because he made me feel pretty, and sexually desired (no fault of anyone's but my partner before wound up being ace, so I couldn't really get reassurance there). With Bird I think I have the most eclectic and varied diet, and the most fun doing, anything, everything. We have RP'd our hetships, our yuri ships, our shotas, wholeheartedly. I feel like presently I just like "things that remind me of Me/my husband". In a way the identifiers of yaoi and yuri are kinda fading to my brain.... maybe.

But in my soul I still identify with being a fujoshi, a rotten girl. No matter what I like, I sure am a rotten girl.... girl gone fallow....

#avvy's JSHK

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Today is June 4, the day of mourning for the CIA & capitalism. 1989 was the year when the USSR started to collapse. If only China could be swept under that wave, the globalists’ dream of world domination would come to fruition! Hence the Tiananmen Square protests!

Just like any Color Revolution, all the usual suspects were involved — George Soros, CIA, Western media propaganda, and some pro-US leadership within China. On the ground were mostly innocent students and workers, who had no idea what was happening. They wanted economic and political reforms but not Western-style democracy. They were mostly pro-Mao, pro-socialism, pro-police, pro-military etc. The police were unarmed -- didn't even have batons. Because nobody expected any trouble.

By the way, the gathering wouldn't even have happened. But fate would deal China a bad card. A famous reformer, Hu Yaobang -- Chairman & General Secretary of the CCP -- died on April 15, 1989. He was loved by young Chinese people, who then gathered at the Tiananmen Square to mourn his death. That was the perfect opportunity the USA was waiting for! Thus, on April 20, 1989 – five days after Yaobang’s death – James Lilley was appointed as the US Ambassador to China. He was a 30-year veteran from the CIA. But you can't start a revolution in a week. Since 1986, George Soros had already spent over $1 million cultivating a sizeable number of young radicals. Now, these useful idiots infiltrated the mourning crowd at the Tiananmen Square and transformed it into an American movement.

It took the Chinese government one month to realize that shenanigans were happening. For example, BBC and Voice of America (CIA outlet) were broadcasting all kinds of anti-communist propaganda from Taiwan and Hong Kong. So, a martial law was passed on May 20, asking the people to end the gathering. That's when the provocateurs started the violence. They kept escalating.

Armed with guns, Molotov cocktails etc., the saboteurs violently attacked and killed 100+ police and soldiers. Chinese police, at the time, had no crowd-control tools like tear gas. They didn't even have guns. Thus, the police got beaten up by the mobs. This is why Beijing had to send in military gear, whose sole purpose was to scare people. The military let the people destroy tanks, armored vehicles etc. If the communist party were so tyrannical, none of this would have happened.

Here is the crux of the matter: There was no "Tiananmen Square massacre"! All the Western Presstitutes who were later forced/bribed to lie had different narratives for a long time: Like, Miles from BBC, Kristof from the NY Times, and Roth from CBS News:

"I was one of the foreign journalists who witnessed the events that night. There was no massacre on Tiananmen Square" — BBC

"State television has even shown film of students marching peacefully away from the [Tiananmen] square shortly after dawn as proof that they [protesters] were not slaughtered” — NY Times

"The military came, negotiated with the students and made everyone (including himself) leave peacefully; and that nobody died in the square" — Reuters

"We saw no bodies, injured people, ambulances or medical personnel — in short, nothing to even suggest, let alone prove, that a “massacre” had occurred in Tiananmen Square" — CBS

And then the globalists who control all the Western media decided to rewrite the story to demonize China.

Did people die on the night of June 3? Yeah, absolutely. There was mayhem in parts of Beijing. Equal number of protesters & law enforcement died that night. Total deaths: 200-300. America's goal was a bloody massacre, which could be exploited for regime change in China. (Tiananmen Square on the morning of June 4)⬇️

When there was no bloodshed, the US invented a massacre. This is typical American atrocity propaganda. Crazy stories were made up: Like Chinese soldiers on top of buildings mowing down citizens with machine guns; or tanks deliberately crushing people in Tiananmen Square. Psychopaths of the United States of America. And all the young Chinese leaders (stooges) of the protests were able to escape China few days before June 4 and fly to the USA. This clandestine plan was called "Operation Yellowbird." Even the CIA operation had to have a racist overtone.

Like this crazy student leader -- Chai Ling -- who admitted in an interview: “I wanted to tell them [students] that we were expecting bloodshed, that it would take a massacre, which would spill blood like a river through Tiananmen Square, to awaken the people. But how could I tell them this? How could I tell them that their lives would have to be sacrificed in order to win?” She went to Princeton and Harvard... and even got nominated for Nobel prize!! of the American Empire.

But the United States of America is a big fukkking liar. Every Western narrative about China is a lie -- Tiananmen Square massacre, 60 million people killed by Mao's Great leap Forward, Uyghur genocide blah blah.. And there are so many sociopaths at all levels of the US establishment, they can't now figure out what's a woman or a man. The country has turned into the monster that it ascribed to its geopolitical competitors. This is the price you pay for imperialism and colonialism.

The famous "Tank Man" video was cut short by Western propagandists. Why? Because the man leaves unharmed. Doesn't quite fit the narrative of "brutal communist party." Also, it happened on June 4... AFTER the Tiananmen Square was evacuated and peace was restored.

youtube

Tiananmen Square “massacre” turned out to be a big flat lie.

#Youtube

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So I was donating blood and was thinking of an AU where Billy knew he was Captain Marvel, knew how to access his powers but retained nothing of Marvel’s memories. A consequence of the magic is that the human mind can’t comprehend it so Billy transforms and essentially blacks out until he changes back. I can only imagine the sheer frustration of Bill having No Idea what he was up to as Marvel. His street buds think he’s the biggest Cap fanboy because he’s constantly tracking down down info on the heroes fights and missions in a desperate bid to understand.

Marvel himself would be Billy but maybe he too has a hard time connecting to his mortal self’s memories. He knows he’s from Fawcett City, that he struggles and barely scrapes by under difficult circumstances but he really can’t recall any details or information about Bill’s life. He may even forget that his true self is child. Pretty ironic if Cap is voting down introducing child sidekicks to the League.

Freddy is shaking Billy down for info about what the Justice League is like and Bill is red faced from frustrated tears because he knows Nothing. He knows via interviews that the JLA loves Marvel, trusts him and talks to him alot but he doesn’t remember. Superman probably told Marvel his identity but does Bill know? Nope and its incredibly annoying.

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Me every moment Battinson was on screen in The Batman (2022): GIVE THIS MAN A CHILD! THE SMALLER AND SPUNKIER THE BETTER! THIS MAN ABSOLUTELY NEEDS A SMALL CHILD WITH HIM AT ALL TIMES!

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Listen, we know Bruce was traumatized by his parents’ death but I hold that even before they were killed Bruce Wayne was a little weirdo. Like his paranoia and difficulty with emotion and attachment are from that terrible night. But I imagine 8 year old Brucie was OCD as hell and painstakingly arranging and rearranging his things to his satisfaction. He was meticulous, even as a child, very detail oriented. Highly intelligent, showing a boundless curiosity and determination to understand everything from a young age. I bet he was hell to enforce bedtimes on, always to do much to do and too little hours in the day.

Bruce was that kid who dragged bugs in the house for study, pulled down all the books on one shelf so could arrange them in height order, skittered around the house’s many passages like a little rat. He was the kid who was happy and cheerful but a bit awkward from growing up a Wayne, he would much rather squirrel away somewhere with a book considered too old for him than talk with people he didn’t know. He loved the macabre in the way weird little kids too, he wanted to see Zorro for the action and the violent fight scenes. Thomas and Martha Wayne had to listen to their precocious son ask them time and again how they thought they would die and listen to his speculations.

I want the Justice League to have to go back in time for whatever reason and they expect Bruce to be a delightful, happy, normal child. Instead, they find a kid with a lovingly worn Sherlock Holmes omnibus under one arm, an entire bag of raisins in the other, dark circles under his eyes from late nights reading and he’s covered in dust and debris from getting stuck behind the drywall again.

“You’re not mom and dad’s friends,” he’d say in a petulant voice with a familiar set of his mouth. “I’m gonna call my butler and he’s going to kick your butt.” And the whole League loses their mind because Bruce really has always been Bruce.

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I’m so glad ‘rotating X Favorite Character around in my mind’ came into fanon lexicon because !!! It’s so true. I love my favs but sometimes I’m not actively fic planning or character analyzing or whatever. Sometimes you don’t do anything with them but fiddle with their general vibe like one rolls a coin between their fingers. Sometimes you just, rotate them in your mind while thinking absolutely no thoughts about them

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My #1 post of 2022

After careful consideration and going over multiple options I think the best choice is stay warm and cozy in bed forever.

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31 and 46 for the jjba ask game >:)

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31. RANK YOUR ORDER JOJO PARTSSSS

1. LOOK LOOK LOOK. STARDUST CRUSADERS IS THE BEST PART IN MY HUMBLE OPINION. the team dynamic, the characters, the relationships, the VILLAINS, the fights, FUCKINF DIOOO it's literally so good. dude i literally rushed through the anime in like 4 days it was sooo exciting. i know many people criticise part 3 for its repetitiveness but to be honest, i didn't feel like it was repetitive at all, i found it really entertaining and wasn't bored for a single episode. the last fight is inarguably the most iconic jojo fight ever and IT DESERVES THAT PLACE. sc is so fucking good i could talk about it all day long but i don't wanna pick apart every single thing rn 💀 all i wanna say is that we're never going to get another part that feels like stardust crusaders. i watched it in like the middle of march and it's already nostalgic to me 😭 there's just this immediate connection that i formed with the characters that made their deaths even sadder for me

2. golden wind. the team dynamic is really good too in this part. tbh for golden wind i'll talk about anime only because i didn't like the manga as much as the anime, and the main reason for that is that the anime adds a lot more to the characters backstories and relationships imo. do you fucking know how shocked i was when i found out that fugo's backstory and that scene of bucciarati and abbacchio meeting isn't manga canon. like wtf?? also the relationship between trish and bucciarati which literally makes me want to violently throw up and cry myself to sleep is shown way better in the anime. giorno as a jojo isn't exactly my favorite tbh, but the side cast balances it out, they're all very interesting characters. also this part really established the fucking ass pull stands that araki made up they're so funny. cioccolata's stand for example, or melone's like how the fuck do you come up with that. oh since we're talking about the villians, i liked la squadra, they were cool but a bit underused (is that even a word??). it would've been sick as fuck if la squadra and team bucciarati would have collaborated, they basically had the same goal of finding out diavolo's real identity. diavolo is bad villain imo, i already explained why in the last ask. changing the topic real quick i also find it cool how you can see how in this part araki made like, a bigger deal out of the whole fashion thing, i love the character design in gw. also fighting gold is the best jojo op

3. dude i'm slowly losing motivation i'm just gonna punch out the rest. third place goes to battle tendency because caesar is my poor little meow meow and joseph is my favorite dumbass bitch

4. diamond is unbreakable because kira

5. phantom blood mainly because dio is literally the funniest motherfucker in this part and erina and jonathan make my heart bleed

i won't rate part 6, 7 and 8 because i didn't really pay much attention during the stone ocean anime and i'm reading the manga for it right now, and i haven't read 7 and 8 yet

46. moment you wish never happened

tbh narancia's death was lowkey useless to the plot like what was the reason 😭

also the thing with yukako kidnapping koichi? like i still lowkey ship them because of the stuff that happens later in the cinderella arc but like,,, thinking about how crazy yukako really is makes it lowkey weird.

i'm trying to think of more stuff wait. ig kakyoin getting wounded so often in part 3 is kinda sad because he got less screentime because of it and also ABDUL DYING?? TWICE?? omg and the stardust crusaders hiding the fact that abdul was still alive after hol horse shot him from polnareff, it just made me so upset WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT 😭

bruh another part 5 thing; why in god's name is giorno 15 years old PLSSS. this dude deadass became a mafia boss at almost 16 years old. also, why did they make the golden wind timeline so fucking short? the entire plot went on for like what? 4 days?? they could've given them some damn time when you consider that they had to fight like 3 villains a day while mista shot himself like 60 times and everyone had to be healed by giorno over and over again like CHILL

ok this lowkey doesn't have anything to do with the original question anymore so let's just stop at this point 😭

thank you so much for the ask anon!

#asks #anon #jjba #ask game

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You Shall Be With Me Paradise

"Sloughing Towards Galilee!"

(Nick, 18-year-old Homeless Youth!)

"Today Remember Me When You Come Into Paradise!

"I have never really heard this, and at first it seems scary!

Can I screw up all the time and go to Paradise?

I live in hell now!

The streets are hell!

Believing Jesus, I will arise in Paradise!

Paradise comes quickly, seeing my friend get stabbed and die, I realize time is short!

Paradise seems far away from here in the grime of the street!

You will be a part of my life from here on out!

I am pretty glad to know thieves will be in Paradise!

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On this birthday, the words of Elif Shafnite ring out reminding me to look up, be alert, and be content:

There are different ways of growing old, perhaps, some wither first in the body, others in the mind yet others in the soul.

And as I struggle with growing old I find myself seeing all of my faults, my difficult personality at times or for some all the time, and my need to always feel like I need to apologize, the words of Dorothy Day to a friend remind me that we are "working towards perfection", and I will always "miss the mark" when I "shoot the arrow" "towards perfection" every day, but I try:

"Remember we are comrades stumbling along, not saints, drifting." "I try!"

As Nick writes each day, he is writing of me, and I am just as good as he is, no better, no less, and I know God will welcome me into Paradise!

I will celebrate John Wesley's renewal of Covenant today, and I affirm with my whole being:

"For I delivered to you as of first importance, which I also received: That Christ died for our sins in accordance with the Scriptures, that he was buried, and that he was raised on the third day in accordance with the Scriptures, and that he appeared to Cephas then to the twelve. Then he appeared to more than five hundred brothers and sisters at one time. Then he appeared to James and the Apostles. (I Corinthians 15:5-6).

We believe and trust in God the Father Almighty.

We believe and trust in Jesus Christ, his Son.

We believe and trust in the Holy Spirit.

We believe and trust in the Three in One.

"I am a freelance, a tramp, a vagabond for Christ. I must go until Christ's work is done, I go like the wind." Kawaga and "I will love to the point of folly." Dorothy Day.

I invite you to join me on the journey of another year!

Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!

Prayer of St. Brendan!

"Help me to journey beyond the familiar

and into the unknown.

Give me the faith to leave old ways and break fresh ground with You. Christ of the mysteries I trust in You to be stronger than each storm within me.

I will trust in the darkness and know that my times, even now, are in Your hands.

Tune my spirit to the music of heaven,

and somehow, make my obedience count for You"

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"Jesus continues to be crucified in all those who are crucified in history...There are not enough Stations of the Cross to depict all the ways in which the Lord continues to be persecuted, imprisoned, condemned to death and crucified today!"

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What: Non-Violent Witness in the Tenderloin to commemorate Good Friday!

Tenderloin Stations of the Cross

“A Journey With People on the Street!”

“Our Haunted-ness!”

When:

March 29, 2024

Noon-2:00 p.m.

Meet in Front of Polk Street-Side City Hall

Why:

There are approximately 8, 000 people on the street, without housing, or health care, they suffer from prejudice, anger, and hatred; they are shuffled around as if they are "objects" rather than human beings.

As followers of Jesus, and all who care, living in a war-making and uncaring empire we say loudly and clearly with Jesus: "Love one Another," "Love your enemies", "Be merciful as God is merciful," "Put away the sword," and "Thou shalt not kill."

We witness as people of faith who believe in God's reign of justice, love, peace, and restorative justice!