#20 oz

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[anbaisai]

happy belated birthday @viperbunnies! congratulations on another revolution around the sun as the rabbit hops another lap around the moon 🐰 (concept inspired by @fell-e!)

[gaybravado]

New guy just dropped! His name is Oz and he’s a huge nerd. He’s the team “hacker” and support. (If you know Persona he’s the scanner type.)

[13dahl]

Madge Bellamy in the pre-code film White Zombie.

1932🕰️

[just-an-enby-lemon]

"The kid seems scared.

Tip had always been a little nervous. Or at least that was the reality when the two had met.

It was fairly obvious for everyone that met them that the child had not been treated well by their formar guardian and in a way that Elphaba sadly recognized still seemed to afraid of facing the same pain and rejection again.

Still lately the kid seemed more relaxed and open, treating her with the same easiness and earnest they did Jack. More determined to learn than eager to please. Following her around with questions and vibrating with excitement as she turned wooden sticks into dolls and toy swords alike. It made her think of Nessa in a very bittersweet way.

She failed her sister and she would not allow herself to fail another young person she became responsable for.

That's to say Tip's strange turn to the same scared kid she met soon after leaving her behind and being declared and enemy of Oz scared her.

"Miss Elphaba, I have something very serius to tell you."

Maybe they want to leave. They are not in fact different in the same way Elphaba is. Tip is a normal if deeply magical child who just ended up in the care of a horrible woman. Being her aprenticce is actually the only thing turning them into a dangerous and hated figure.

"I understand."

The kid takes a deep breath. Elphaba tries to think on the best words to explain that of course they can leave if they want to and that they can take as many provisions as they need. Tip will never again be a prisioner.

"I don't think I am a boy? Wait no. I know I'm not a boy. Like the idea of it is still a bit scary because it seems like it will be a big deal but I'm fairly sure I'm a girl actually. I just never though about it before but Jack called me she accidentaly and it just makes sense. I am still the same Tip and please let me keep being your aprentice." She says in a single breath.

"What?"

The girl looked scared. "I'm a girl." She says. Than in a smaller voice. "I can try to be a boy if you want?" It does not appear to be something she wants and the fact she still sugests it breaks Elphaba's heart a little.

"Oh! Oh. No, no, that's fine. Do you want to be called something else?"

Her eyes go huge and she stops deep in thought before answring.

"Uh. I guess so, but I'm still thinking on it. I don't mind Tip for now."

"Okay, tell me when it changes?"

"Will do."

"Anything else?"

Tip looks a bit shy for half a second before a excited smile covers her face. "Could you let me borrow a dress?"

Elphaba laughts.

"You are too tiny for my dresses, kid. But I can help you magic one for yourself. "

Her eyes shine. "Cool!"

[...]

"Morrible says you'll marry some prince soon." Dorothy says making a face.

"I don't see why you are soo distraught, my dear, I'm pretty sure she'll find me a great prince." Glinda says with false cheer.

"I doubt it. Princes are all very dull."

"Met many princes did you?" She jokes lightly, trying to find a way to change the subject. She loves the kid dearly and for all it's bleak consequences will always be glad the tornado ended up bringing the girl into her life but she would preffer not to discuss those subjects. Specially not in her own bedroom in a rare moment of relaxation.

"Well no." The girl pouts. "But most boys are dull and I can't imagine liking to marry even the ones that aren't. I guess I just thought you were the same? I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize. And I sure hope marriage is unimaginable for you, you are way to young for it."

The girl smiles a tiny bit before frowning.

"I can imagine myself marrying a girl one day."

"Oh!" Is all Glinda says.

"I told Aunt Em once she told me to never say it again, she told me I was too young. But I'm ten now and I feel the same. " Dorothy rarely talks about home, sometimes Glinda tricks herself into beliving it is because her the kid just loves Oz better, that she forgot all about it, but she knows deep down that Dorothy will always miss Kansas, always miss her uncle and aunt and Toto, she just accepted home as a place she'll never return to. In the good days Glinda knows Dorothy would also miss Oz, would miss her munchkin friends and mostly would miss being Glinda's apprentice. In the better days she thinks about bringing Dorothy's family here. After all Kansas always seems sad and hungry. "Girls don't marry each other in Kansas." She continues. "But I though maybe they did here. "

"I think they do everywhere, Dorothy, is just some people pretend they don't because the different scares them."

"Like the Wizard and the animals?"

Glinda had only recently convinced Dorothy to only speak her very dangerous beliefs on the Wizard in private and even there she sometimes corrected the kid. But right now it felt too much like liying to Elphaba she couldn't do it, not when she knew Dorothy to be right.

"Yeah. Just like that."

And after a second she adds.

"Between us, I would also like to marry a woman".

Dorothy smiles, just a little bit.

[...]

She knows she should not be here.

But it's fun, she likes the dancing and the food and the small chance of going back home with something that can actually help Elphie. Maybe a magical item or even just some usefull information.

Besides the girl she is talking to is very pretty and fun and smart and she is not open about it but she's definitivaly not the biggest fan of the Wizard either. Oh and a great dancer.

"I'm sorry" the girl says "but I think I did not catch your name?"

Now it's the moment to say something clever like 'i never gave it to you' or maybe just invent some fake name. She can't say her name. It's too easy of a conection to make. But she doesn't need to lie. After all it was never really her name. And she has a name now. Has had it for days and just keept it a secret in some weird form of fear. But it felt like time. She would tell it to Elphie and Jack when she went back.

"Ozma. I'm Ozma. What's yours?"

[...]

Dorothy had never had so much fun at a party before. Her new friend was the most beutifull girl she ever met and the funniest and cleverest and it had never felt so easy to talk to someone before. In fact the only thing Ozma didn't appear to be was a good dancer but Glinda had teached Dorothy well and she found herself leading the other girl steps into the best dance she ever had.

She noticed Ozma did not gave any surname but it was not her place to pry. She just hoped to mert the girl again.

"Dorothy." She says and takes the hand. For a second she considers continuing in the way she was instructed to (Dorothy Upland at your pleasure and a kiss to the hand) but while she loves Glinda that's not really her. And she somehow trusts Ozma enough to be honest. "Dorothy Gale." She shakes the hand just like Uncle Henry used to.

[ceemi]

happy (late 😔) birthday to @whotfletamothhyperfx !!

[strokingbooks]

[flavorcraftrecipes]

Cheesy Ground Beef and Broccoli Casserole Ground beef, fresh broccoli, and creamy mozzarella come together in a comforting casserole.

Ingredients:

1 lb ground beef 3 cups broccoli florets 1 cup shredded mozzarella cheese 1 can (10.5 oz) cream of chicken soup 1/2 cup milk 1/2 tsp garlic powder Salt and pepper to taste Instructions:

Brown the beef. Drain fat. Steam the broccoli. Mix soup, milk, and seasonings. Layer beef, broccoli, and soup mixture in a dish, top with mozzarella, and bake at 350°F for 20-25 minutes.

[disney-is-mylife]

Disclaimer: NOT COUNTING ANIMATED FEATURE FILMS, so please don't ask why they're not included.

Also, I deliberately cut famous titles such as Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Ghostbusters, Back to the Future, etc because I wanted to focus on other titles, while also nodding to several timeless classics like E.T. and The Princess Bride. Please don't yell at me for not including your fave if it's missing; the 80's had a PLETHORA of "kid's/family films" so it's inevitable in a poll this small.

Happy voting! ❤

[lazy-eggzy]

Been a while since I posted art over here. Anyways I made new ocs Oz and Logan. They run an auto repair shop together~ Also drew a version of Oz around Logan's age, just because.

[lavender-gayz]

okay, obviously taking it as read that sofia was justified in wanting oz to suffer. this man was complicit in getting her locked up in a grotesque mockery of a mental institution for 10 years AND murdered her brother AND framed someone else for it AND stole her drug operation AND left her at the hands of a rival gang.

can we talk about how well-conceived her revenge plan was?

a regular, unimaginative person who'd got their hands on their enemy's beloved mother would have physically tortured and/or killed her in front of him and called it a day. not our girl!

she initiates the worst family therapy session and makes oz's mum confront the reality that he (a) killed her other two sons and (b) is willing to keep lying about it even when her physical safety is very much at stake. oz finds out his mother once wanted him dead AND hears her truthfully say she hates him now AND gets stabbed by her AND watches her collapse.

masterful plan. well done, sofia. i hope the thought keeps you warm at night.

[the-oracle-of-the-lost]

the pain of wanting to watch subtitled media vs also wanting to do art at the same time.

[coruscantknave]

Oz comic con was so fun this year! The Homestuck fan meet up was predicatably wild on day one, and my friend and I got to show off our (pretty last-minute) Fanstasy High cosplays (Buddy Dawn and K2/British Kristen) and everyone who came up to us were just so incredibly nice! Despite the con exhaustion, I miss it so much already.

[13dahl]

Clara bow and Kay Francis in the pre-code film Dangerous Curves.

1929🕰️

[wawamouse]

Just a little prompt that might be fun for a ficklet; Chico and Miguel at the fair. Preferably where one of them wins the others little fishies. If you could do something with this that would be lovely. If not, no worries! 🤗

‼️ 👀 Thanks for the prompt! I kind of went off topic maybe (idk) one day I'll fill a prompt properly but here it is!

On AO3

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Edits: Noticing all my typos... -_-'

Kissin' Fishes

 

“Ain’t gonna make it,” Miguel said.

“Cállate, pendejo, let me concentrate.”

The Fishin’ Pond carnival game hadn’t been a first choice attraction when they’d all snuck past ticketing hours earlier, spilling free onto the boardwalk with all its flashing lights, dazzling colors, and mixing aromas of fried foods, both savory and sweet. They’d actually passed by the circular booth about a dozen times already, skipping back and forth to the shooting games, the high striker, the small carnival rides, and even the photo booth, arms around their dates and all that.

But somewhere between the spinning teacups and the beer garden, there’d been the usual outburst of drama—Carlos’s wandering eyes had provoked a slap, a stuffed animal had been thrown, Tina had convinced the girls to rally around Rosa, and the group had fractured, everyone’s recent discontents suddenly rising to the surface. The girls had said they were sick and tired of the guys being rowdy and inconsiderate all afternoon, which was rich, of course, being that they’d been indecisive and whiny themselves.

Whatever, Miguel had said hotly after everyone stormed off in different directions earlier, Ritz telling him to get lost with Tina’s coaching. Ain’t gonna apologise for something I didn’t even fucking do! What’s she mad again at me for?

Chico had nodded in agreement, though if the usual pattern held, he suspected that everyone would be making up and swapping spit again by the time the next weekend rolled around.

Maybe that was part of why he and Miguel had wandered over the The Fishin’ Pond in the first place.

It was a game reminiscent of beer pong, twenty balls for $5, with two little goldfish in plastic bucket as a prize, and while Chico didn’t exactly want a fucking goldfish, Miguel had been dragging ass, bending close to the large fish tank on display to examine what there was to take home; pendejo just didn’t want to leave the fair just yet, Chico knew.

Even though all the other guys had already gone off ahead, the girls were still somewhere back around the live performance stage, and it was fucking obvious that Miguel wanted to loiter until he could cross paths with Maritza—maybe make up ahead of schedule and get to hook up in the back of his baby while the other couples were still playing telephone with the usual mediators.

So yeah.

I want a goldfish, Chico had said, because he was a good fucking friend, or maybe he was just a pining dumbass.

Sun was starting to set now, painting the booth orange and red, light glaring in his eyes.

He squinted, ignoring Miguel who was leaning against the barrier beside him, more invested now and no longer straining his neck to look for a sign of the girls heading for the exit.

“Shit, what’s your ass gonna do with a fucking goldfish, man?”

“What do you mean, what’s my ass gonna do?” Chico said, rolling his eyes. He knew what Miguel meant, though. He only needed to toss like fifteen of the balls into one of the full-to-the-brim cups of water gathered on a table in the center of the booth, and he’d already gotten eleven of his thirteen shots to stick. Soon, he was going to be the proud owner of two stupid goldfish.

Chico chewed his lip, tossing one of the ping pong balls underhanded and watching it land on water with a stupid sense of relief. Shit, he didn’t want the damn fish, but like hell if he was going to miss any more shots and let Miguel rub it in!

That would probably involve a couple slaps to his shoulder, and the day was hot as it was, the collar of Chico’s t-shirt soaked with sweat as it was. He didn’t want Miguel touching him, putting those hot hands on his shoulders and shaking him, dragging him close where their bodies would bump and Chico’s skin would buzz and…

…Which was how he found himself standing there with a little plastic box and two golden fish—not goldfish; golden danios, the booth owner had said, stuffing a pamphlet about fish care and a little vial of fish food into a baggie for him, too. He needed to buy a fish tank, preferably forty gallons, and a filtration system, and a water heater—not to mention fish flakes, and shit to furnish the inside of the tank…

All for two fish.

Assuming he’d want them to live long.

Chico’s head spun. The danios in the plastic container circled.

“Yo,” Miguel said. He was bending over, resting his hands on his knees to make himself eye level with the container in Chico’s hands. “They’re kinda cute. What are you gonna name ‘em?”

The question snapped Chico out of his daze. “People don’t name fish, Alvarez,” he said with a scoff.

Miguel glanced up, forehead wrinkling before his attention returned to the swimming fishes. The way he was leaning on his knees made his shoulder blades jut out, sort of. Made the lean muscle of his arms seem more pronounced where they were on display out of the sleeves of his muscle-tee. He snorted, swaying and sort of inadvertently shaking his ass. “Yeah they do.”

Chico was pretty sure that wasn’t true, but he lifted the box closer to his own eye level and examined the two fish swimming mindlessly up to the plastic as if to look right back at them.

Miguel straightened up, staring from the other side, crooked bite on sharp, grinning display.

Chico licked his lips. “Aight,” he decided, and pointed at one fish, which was mostly gold and slightly bigger. “Pescado Pendejo.” He pointed at the other, gold with a bit of black. “Maricón Marisco. Pepe and Mari-mari for short.” The loud snort from the other side of the container pulled a smirk to his own face.

“That’s awful, bro,” Miguel told him approvingly.

Grinning at each other in the wash of sunset, Chico with his new pet fish and Miguel with a newly thoughtful expression, it was clear that Chico’s distraction had worked in an unexpectedly new way. Miguel’s mind wasn’t on Maritza or waiting up for the girls anymore;

“So I guess we gotta go to PetCo now,” he mused.

Chico jumped at the wording, though he kept his excitement held back with careful practice. “We?” He raised his eyebrows coolly. Yes, fuck yes!

“Yeah, man, you still owe me five bucks for fajitas last week,” Miguel pointed out. “You give me half ownership, I’ll wipe the slate clean.”

Chico squinted, trying to figure out how that one worked. Math had never been his strong suit, though, and all he was really hearing was the opportunity to create a thing with Miguel around these two fish now. Miguel liked animals—he knew that, but how was he supposed to know that included fish?

“Why do you give a shit?” Chico wondered, holding the plastic fish container closer to his chest as if to guard it from Miguel.

The guy gave a shrug and kicked at the ground. “What? Could be cool.”

“What could be cool?”

Miguel blinked and then gestured vaguely. “Fish, Chico. Having fish with you,” he said, snapping a little. He seemed a little perplexed by himself as well. “I don’t know. Just a thought, you know?”

Chico tilted his head.

Miguel met his gaze with slightly narrowed eyes, as if to say what?

“They’re staying at my place,” Chico declared. “You ain’t keeping me from my goddamn fish once you’re banging Ritz again.” He’d never get a foot in the door to see Pepe and Mari-mari once that happened, and he wasn’t sure whether it was the hypothetical of not seeing his dumb new fish or the idea of Miguel getting back with Ritz again and starting to blow him off a bit that was beginning to piss him off.

Miguel frowned—probably at the perceived disrespect on Ritza’s name—but nodded. “Then I can come over whenever, though.”

Chico rolled his eyes. “Already do come over whenever, pendejo…”

That had Miguel smirking all cocky, like it was a point of pride somehow. He was overly possessive of his wins like that, Chico knew; wasn’t exactly a triumph to have a best friend who put up with your shit because you didn’t know he wanted to do nasty things to you, but Miguel had never gotten that memo. Probably for the best.

“Whatever,” Chico decided. “You want the pendejo or the maricón?” Now it was his turn to smirk, because Mari-mari was the cooler looking fish—the one he knew Miguel would want. First he’d have to say it.

Instead, Miguel rolled his eyes. “Nah, man. We both own both of them. Or what’s the point? Could just get my own tank, do it all myself.”

Fuck, that made sense, too. “I guess you could…”

“But I wanna do it with you, man, you know?” Miguel was insisting with a Are you stupid laugh. He reached out, giving Chico’s shoulder a light shove that he easily bounced back from.

Physically, anyway. Mentally, he reeled a little. Goddamn.

His flesh tingled where Miguel had touched.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Miguel continued. His eyes were alight, ideas clearly running through his head, getting him excited in that way that was so fun to see and be a part of—was the reason Chico’d been drawn to him, in school, even being a couple grades ahead.

Hell. Could never say no to Miguel.

“Okay.” He swallowed hard. “Deal.”

Miguel’s expression dazzled. “Shake on it,” he said, voice rumbling low and conspiratorial.

Over two fish.

Chico laughed.

They spat in the dirt and shook hands.

*

Six Years Later…

The planted tank gave off a greenish glow from the corner of the bedroom, the Asian marshweed looking like a lit up Christmas tree, what with the bright red cherry shrimp milling around its leaves.

Comforter pulled around his shoulders, Chico peered through the glass as the fish swarmed up to the recently applied stick-on snack tabs, nipping at the circlets pressed on the glass with enthusiasm.

“Think Pepe Junior’s asleep, man,” Miguel noted, tapping at a lower corner of the tank, near the sinkable driftwood. One of the amano shrimp danced up around his fingertip before moving on its way. “Ah, wait. There he goes.”

They watched the pale yellow dario swim up to the glass to push past the minnows for a bite to eat. Sometimes, they could spend hours just sort of parked in front of the seventy-five gallon tank and commenting on it like it was live TV. Then again, two guys probably didn’t go from arguing in the aisle of an Aquarium Depot to opening an aquascaping business if they couldn’t pull up a lawn chair and fucking stare at fish and shrimp, Chico supposed.

He felt a mouth warm against the nape of his neck, and hands tugging at the blanket wrapped around his body and grinned.

Of course, tonight wasn’t going to be one of those where they stared into water.

“Kinda hungry, too,” Miguel murmured.

Chico could feel the smile curved over the lips trailing his skin, nipping gently. “Yeah, you got a snack in mind?”

Strong arms snaked around his waist, hauling him up in a burst of strength that had him kicking his feet.

“Guess,” Miguel said, throwing Chico down with a groan.

Pillows and already mussed up sheets cushioned his fall as he rolled out of the duvet, cackling breathlessly. Yeah, he had a pretty good idea of what Miguel was hankering for; as he reached out greedily for Miguel’s naked body to join his, Chico was happy to be proven right.

[shinobi-illuminator]

Neverafter AU: King Magnifico as the Wizard of Oz