#Janet Cunningham

[jdsgothwife]

final destination characters + reductress headlines (part 1 - part 2 can be found here)

[finald-pug12345]

Final Destination All Stars

Made By Me

Cast:

Alex Browning

Kimberly Corman

Wendy Christensen

Nick O'Bannon

Sam Lawton

Clear Rivers

Thomas Burke

Kevin Fischer

Lori Milligan

Molly Harper

Carter Horton

Eugene Dix

Ian McKinley

Hunt Wynorski

Peter Friedkin

Terry Chaney

Rory Peters

Erin Ulmer

Janet Cunningham

Candice Hooper

Billy Hitchcock

Kat Jennings

Julie Christensen

George Lanter

Nathan Sears

[scarlxrdgxkillyourself24]

Hunt: Guys, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend. Her name is Olivia Castle. She's your new friend now. I insist that you love her and favor her.

Janet: Hunt, can I talk to you for a few seconds? We need to talk.

Hunt: Olivia, you talk to the others for now, and I'll be right there....

*He walks over to Janet*

Hunt: So what did you want?

Janet: Hunt, who did you bring here?! We can hardly stand your character, and you also brought your girlfriend here, who is no different from you!

Hunt: Well, be jealous in silence, because I found a person who fits my character, and we accepted each other, and she recently moved in with me. You better be happy for me),

[seikointelli]

Did you come up with the reason for Hunt and Janet's breakup? Or did they tell you personally?

Rory: I'm honestly not even sure if they've broken up. Pretty sure they're still in love no matter what they say but that's just my opinion.

[citizenscreen]

Publicity photo of Janet Beecher, Cecil Cunningham, Marjorie Rambeau, and Hedda Hopper for LAUGH IT OFF (1939), directed by Albert S. Rogell

[fourorfivemovements]

Films Watched in 2023:

43. The Draughtsman’s Contract (1982) - Dir. Peter Greenaway

[wearelondonhq]

HEYOOO i’ve gotten my laptop back and ready to go! could i drop tatum riley, kristoff bjorgman, and leia organa pls? 

welcome to london, JANET VAN DYNE! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like LAUREN COHAN? well, no matter, we hear that you are 40 and working as an SCIENTIST AT THE BAXTER BUILDING. we also hear that you currently DON’T HAVE your memories from MARVEL and have a tendency to be PROTECTIVE as well as SECRETIVE. 

welcome to london, MICHELLE JONES! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like ZENDAYA COLEMAN? well, no matter, we hear that you are 23 and working as an REPORTER FOR WEATHERS DAILY. we also hear that you currently DON’T HAVE your memories from MARVEL and have a tendency to be ARTISTIC as well as MACABRE. 

welcome to london, CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like ALIA BHATT? well, no matter, we hear that you are 22 and working as an COLLEGE STUDENT. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from STRANGER THINGS and have a tendency to be CHARISMATIC as well as COMPULSIVE. 

— WELCOME TO LONDON, janet van dyne, michelle jones & chrissy cunningham! you look very familiar, do we know you from somewhere? anyways, take your time settling in because whether you want to or not, it looks like you’re going to be living here for awhile! // welcome bell, please be sure to follow our checklist here. welcome to the group!

*please note that tatum riley (scream), kristoff bjorgman (disney) and leia organa (star wars) have now been reopened for applications! do not unfollow, as this is a mumu blog!

[la-femme-au-collier-vert]

IWTV Season 2 Sources & References

(The 1st 4 were cited by the Writer’s Room)

The Ethnic Avante-Garde: Minority Cultures and World Revolution by Steven S. Lee

Paris Journal 1944-1955 by Janet Flanner (Genet)

The Vampire: A Casebook by Alan Dundes

Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles: An Alphabettery

The Fly cited by Jacob Anderson

King Lear by Shakespeare cited by Rolin Jones

Melmoth the Wanderer by Charles Maturin

Sebastien Melmoth by Oscar Wilde

Amadeus (1984)

The Lost Boys (1987)

Gaslight (1944)

Batman

Casablanca (1942)

Now, Voyager (1942)

The Third Man (1949) cited by Levan Akin

An American in Paris by George Gershwin (1928) cited by Daniel Hart

Moulin Rouge (2001)

The Phantom of the Opera

Les Vampires (1915)

Dracula (1931) credit to @vampchronicles_ on twt

Le Triomphe de L’amour by Pierre de Marivaux

Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin cited by Jacob Anderson

Existentialism is a Humanism by Jean Paul Sartre

Les Liaisons Dangereuses by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos

Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie

Hamlet by William Shakespeare

Vampire’s Kiss (1988) credit to @talesfromthecrypts

Les Morts ont tous le Meme Peau by Boris Vian credit to @greedandenby

The Most Dangerous Game by Richard Connell

Waiting for Godot by Samuel Barclay Beckett credit to @rorscachisgay on twt

An Enemy of the People by Ibsen

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

Vie de Voltaire by Marquis Condorcet

Simone de Beauvoir: A Critical Introduction by Edward Fullbrook and Kate Fullbrook credit to @iwtvfanevents

Nightwood by Djuna Barnes credit to @iwtvfanevents

Beloved by Toni Morrison

Artists and Salons Referenced:

R-26

Palma Vecchio

Andre Fougeron

Elsa Triollet

Fred Stein

Lisette Model

Gordon Parks

Miguel Barcelo

taxidermied Javelina by Bryan Cunningham

Ai WeiWei (wallpaper)

David Hockney (Lemons)

Wols 

The Kiss of Judas by Jakob Smits

Salome by Louis Icart

Ophelia by John Everett Millais

Shelter by Peter Macon

The Kiss by Edvard Munch

Self-Seers II (Death and Man) by Egon Schiele credit to @90sgreggaraki

The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters by Goya

Movie & Play Posters on set (in chronological order by year):

Tarzan and his Mate (1934)

Avec le Sourire (1936)

Les Deux Gosses (1936)

Le Jour Se Leve (1939) about a man who commits murder as a result of a love triangle and locks himself in his apartment recounting the details as the police attempt to arrest him. Credit to @laisofhyccara

Nuit de Décembre (1940)

Mademoiselle Swing (1942) about a girl who follows a troupe of swing musicians to Paris.

Les Enfents du Paradis (1945) about a woman with many suitors including an actor and an aristocrat.

Fantomas (1946) about a sadistic criminal mastermind. This version includes a hideout in the catacombs where he traps people.

Quai des Orfevres (1947) watch here

Monsieur Vincent (1947)

Le Cafe du Cadran (1947) about a wife’s affair with a violinist.

La Kermesse Rouge (1947) film about a jealous artist who locks up his younger wife and a fire breaks out while she’s trapped.

Morts Sans Sepulture by Jean-Paul Sartre (play) also published in English translations as “The Victors” or “Men Without Shadows” about resistance fighters captured by Vichy soldiers struggling not to give up information.

Mon Faust by Paul Valery (play)

Musical Influences:: @greedandenby collected all music used in Season 2 here.

Henry Cowell

Meredith Monk

Howling’ Wolf

Shirley Temple

Jason Lindner Big Band

The Teeth

Carlos Salzedo

Alice Coltrane

Thelonius Monk

David Lang

Caroline Shaw

Gadfly by Shostakovich (for Raglan James)

musical career of Martha Argerich

Season 1 here (these lists are updated regularly)

Season 3 here

[ebongawk]

oooh hellcheer hc is that eddie goes into fully nurse mode whenever chrissy’s sick. she has a cold? he’s fussing over her, making soup from scratch thank you very much bc he’s actually a great cook. cramps? he buys out her favorite chocolate from the corner store, he’s got three different types of heat packs ready, he’ll massage her belly for hours if that’s what it takes to make her feel better

Here's the thing: Chrissy was never home when Eddie got out of the studio on Wednesdays.

Wednesdays were their short days. The band's self-proclaimed 'recharge' days. The midweek break they all pretended to need that they'd written into their contracts so the fucking producer wouldn't throw a fit when Jeff dipped out at eleven to go meet his girlfriend at the train station, because Marie was in Boston Saturday night through Wednesday morning for work.

Eddie usually wandered in after a fast food lunch and a grocery run around one o'clock. Chrissy wasn't even off most days until four. So when he walked in the front door and was greeted with the curdling scream of horror queen Janet Leigh on the tube?

Yeah, Eddie about had a heart attack. Like full-on hand-over-the-heart terror.

"Sorry," Chrissy croaked from the couch as she frantically turned the volume of her vintage horror flick down. Psycho. Classic. Eddie hadn't even noticed her, she was so bundled up in blankets. A Chrissy burrito that could've passed for a rumpled throw blanket. "Sorry, sorry. You came in at the worst part."

Shit, she sounded awful.

"That's my specialty," Eddie breathed, dropping the excess number of grocery bags in the foyer and tripping over his own feet to make it to her side. "What's up, buttercup? How come you're home so early?"

Shit, she looked awful. All curled up and shivering despite the throw around her shoulders and the duvet she'd dragged in from their bedroom. Eddie automatically put a hand on her forehead, hissing at the burn beneath his palm.

"Think I caught the bug that's been going around on the publishing floor," Chrissy said, covering her mouth with the throw as she talked. Trying to breathe on him as little as possible. But her sinuses were so full, he doubted she could take in any air from her nose. "Editors were next, I knew it, but everyone insisted it'd stay quarantined upstairs."

"Morons," Eddie huffed, eyes raking over her face. Her blotchy, feverish cheeks; her bloodshot eyes ringed in the purple bruises of exhaustion. Her lips were dry, and Eddie sighed, hopping up and pressing a kiss to her forehead that she protested.

"You're gonna get infected," she grumbled. Eddie just shrugged, more firmly wrapping her up in her blankets.

"Did you take anything?"

"Grabbed some cold medicine from the pharmacy that's next to the office," she said, still covering her mouth. Exhaling a couple of rough coughs into the fabric. "Probably should've eaten something, but nothing sounds good."

Her sentences were choppy and slurred, which was how Eddie knew that this was serious. Having majored in English at BU, Chrissy's articulation refined to a fucking knife's point over the years. Ready to stab anyone who looked at her with a modicum of doubt when she explained what she did for a living.

His poor little Supervising Editor.

"Alright," Eddie said, hopping to his feet and pressing another kiss to her crown – this one not quite as protested as the first – before he rounded the couch to collect the grocery haul he'd bought that was entirely inadequate for a sick Chrissy. "Lemme get some water in the kettle, yeah? I'll make you some ginger tea and run to the bodega for soup supplies."

"Love, really, I'm fine––"

"Don't you I'm fine me, Cunningham," he called from the kitchen. Even though her last name had been Munson for damn near five years now. He loved the dopey little smile she still got when he reprimanded her with her maiden name. The eye roll. The huff of, That's Munson to you, Mister.

The huff never came this time. She was too tired to argue, he knew.

He started some prep work for what they had on hand while the water heated up. Mincing up a metric fuckton of garlic, grabbing some chicken breast from the fridge, grating most of a knob of ginger. They had some frozen chicken wing tips, but Eddie wasn't sure he had the time or patience to make broth from scratch. He mentally added store bought shit to his list, along with spinach and carrots.

Once her tea was ready, Eddie departed after stealing another kiss – this one to her cheek, which she yelled at him for as well as she was able and which he laughed at when her voice broke.

Another forty-five minutes later, after hauling ass to the store and back, Eddie had soup simmering on the stove, orange juice in the fridge, and three other types of medicine lined up along the coffee table to be taken after she'd eaten.

"I should go to the bedroom," Chrissy sighed as Eddie exchanged her empty mug of tea for a glass of juice. "Give you veg space so I don't get you sick."

Eddie scoffed. He'd grabbed The Two Towers from their nightstand, carefully depositing it on the arm of the couch before gently easing Chrissy's juice from her hands. He crouched down in front of her, leveling her with as withering a stare as he could muster around the worry he could feel lining his face.

"What kind of husband do you think I am, sweetness? To abandon his queen in her most desperate times of need?" She rolled her eyes, cheeks turned up in a slight smile. Eddie grinned, reaching up to pinch her cheek. Broadening her smile as much as she was able. "My fair lady needs her noble knight's assistance now more than ever! I ain't just gonna abandon you to squalor, baby. You know better than that."

She made a little noise of distress, and Eddie knew it was because she was terrified of getting him sick. Even though he played backup to Jeff, fucking his vocals could fuck the whole timeline for their next album.

He couldn't have given less of a fuck.

Tucking the blanket more firmly around her, Eddie carefully wedged his arms under her slight body, hoisting her up with a cracked little squeal from her raw throat before settling himself lengthwise on the couch, Chrissy in his lap.

"Eddie––"

"Shh, baby," he said, grabbing the book behind him and opening up to the bookmark. Picking up where they'd left off the last time he lulled her to sleep, just the night before, when she'd still been perfectly healthy. Harboring this bit of sick down deep enough that her body was still attempting to fight it off.

His voice, she'd told him once, was her favorite lullaby.

"So it was," he began to read, "that in the light of a fair morning, King Theoden and Gandalf the White Rider met again on green grass beside the Deeping-stream."

An hour later, Chrissy was out like a light. Breathing deeply through her mouth, with a little dribble of drool spilling onto his shirt and making him chuckle. He leaned down, kissing her hair and brushing it back over her ear.

"My poor little peach," he murmured, pressing the words into her scalp. The scent of ginger and garlic wafted through the air, and Eddie knew he should extricate himself from her embrace. Slip into the kitchen and turn the stove off.

But Chrissy let out this scratchy little snore, and Eddie figured he could give her another half hour.

"Love you, sweet," he said. And by the way she hummed in her slumber, snuggling even closer against his chest until her ear was pressed right up against her heart, Eddie thought, fuck, maybe she'd heard him.

(inspo ask)

[thrashkink-coven]

Hi all,

Welcome to the last part of my 2024 altar tour! 4/4

What a year it has been! I have learned so much and made so many new friends! My altar has always been a reflection of my psyche, seeing it’s beauty reminds me of the beauty that exists within me. :)

So this is my final little work space where I do pendulum magick and tarot readings. There is a devotional mug to Lord Lucifer which I use for our morning coffee chats. There is also Lucifer’s devotional dragon statue, as well as the dual scrying mirror for him and Faviel.

There is a normal mirror and a statue of a pharaoh’s tomb. The board which the flowers and offerings are placed on dawns Faviel’s sigil and candle. To Faviel I have offered a palm stone, flowers, an acorn, smoky quartz, some black earrings, and some grubs.

Beside him is my pendulum in a selenite charging bowl along with my pendulum mat.

The black and white image you see was a piece of art I made for Archangel Jophiel after he gifted me a vision a year or so ago. I use it whenever I’m reaching out to him.

Beneath my altar is some space for storage where I keep my larger cauldron, mortar and pestle, larger candles, etc. There is also my stand where I keep my broom, fire poker, and shovel. My witch broom is wrapped in a protective seal. I use it to sweep ash from my prayer mat.

And finally, here are a few of the books I have in my collection that have greatly greatly aided me in my craft. Remember to do your research my dears!

The Arbatel of Magick- First English edition 1633, new edition 2013, edited by Earl Marwick

Healing with Form, Energy, and Light- Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche

Gods and Goddesses- Hallam, Elizabeth

The Lesser Key of Solomon- S.L MacGregor Mathers and Aleister Crowley

The Dictionary of Alchemy- Diana Fernando

The Art of Angels- Howard Loxton

Backland’s Book of Spirit Communications- Raymond Buckland

Transcendental Magick- Éliphas Lévi

The Greater Key of Solomon- S.L MacGregor Mathers

A History of God- Karen Armstrong

A Dictionary of Angels, Including Fallen Angels- Gustav Davidson

Making Talismans- Nick Farrell

The Sixth and Seventh Books of Moses- Johann Scheibel

The Egyptian Book of the Dead

The Rise and Fall of the Nephilim- Scott Alan Roberts

Buckland’s Complete Book of Witchcraft- Raymond Buckland

Candle Burning Rituals- Raymond Buckland

The Complete Book of Black Magick and Witchcraft

Green Witchcraft, Folk Magick, Fairy Lore & Herb Craft- Ann Moura

The Book of Forbidden Knowledge, Black Magick, Superstition, Charms and Divination- First Edition 1910s Johnson Smith & co. New Edition 2016 edited by Earl Marwick

Three Books of Occult Philosophy- Henry Cornelius Agrippa

and of course, The Holy Bible- New Living Translation.

I have many other books in my collection on tarot and astrology in my living room, but these are the books that have had the greatest impact on my craft. Here are a few of those other ones:

Love Potions- Tatania Hardie

The Book of Destinies- Jane Struthers

The Crystal Bible 2- Judy Hall

The Tarot Bible- Sarah Barlett

The Wicca Bible- Ann Marie Gallagher

Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs- Scott Cunningham

Magic and Medicine of Plants- Reader’s Digest

The Power of Birthdays Stars and Numbers- Saffi Crawford and Geraldine Sullivan

The Witches’ Goddess- Janet and Stewart Farrar

The Witches’ God- Janet and Stewart Farrar

•••

I wanted to end this tour off with my reading material because I want to emphasize how important it is to understand that “magick” is not just “stuff”.

I really enjoy all of my magical tools and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with having and wanting pretty things or an aesthetically pleasing altar. In fact I believe aesthetic and care are acts of love in themselves. Don’t ever let someone shame you for wanting to decorate and indulge in the aesthetics of your craft.

But please do remember that our greatest magical tool is our minds, our senses, and our experiences- our brains. Remember to read read read lots of material from many different sources. Contemplate honestly on everything you read, hear and experience. Do not take everything you believe today as a fact, do not box yourself in to anything. (Maybe that’s the Luciferian in me speaking lol)

Learn how to do magick alone, without any tools. My magick is not my stuff, although my stuff greatly aids me in my magick. Does that make sense?

Thank you so much for reading! I look forward to growing and learning so much more this year! :)

Blessed be!

[flowerytale]

What are your favourite books.

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh Dracula by Bram Stoker Just Kids by Patti Smith White Oleander by Janet Fitch The Virgin Suicides/Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides Atonement by Ian McEwan Emma by Jane Austen A Breath of Life by Clarice Lispector White Is for Witching by Helen Oyeyemi Rest & Be Thankful by Emma Glass The Waves by Virginia Woolf Little Women by Louisa May Alcott The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald Great Expectations by Charles Dickens Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn My Cousin Rachel by Daphne du Maurier Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays by Christa Wolf Another Country by James Baldwin Frankenstein by Mary Shelley The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky Picnic at Hanging Rock by Joan Lindsay The Hours by Michael Cunningham Carmilla by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

[gladstones-corner]

Glad's Book List

I wrote a post recently about my history (normally I'd link it but I don't want to be narcissistic), and realized that I've read a fair few occult books over the years. So here's the list; I'll keep updating it as I find more books in my various libraries and book stashes.

Quick note before getting into this list--not everything I've read will make it. Just the stuff I read and recommend others parse through. For example, I have intentionally omitted my studies in Kabbalah to discourage others from unintentionally appropriating.

But by "parse through", I truly mean that. My path has meandered through several schools of thought and wandered into appropriative territory at times (I constantly strive to correct any appropriation in my practice that gets brought to my attention). Maybe about 20% of each book makes it into my current path.

Eh, so it wasn't so quick of a note. Here's the list:

CEREMONIAL MAGIC 

Aleister Crowley, Book 4 

Chic and Sandra Cicero, Essential Golden Dawn 

Donald Kraig, Modern Magick 

Henry Agrippa, Three Books of Occult Philosophy 

Israel Regardie, The Golden Dawn 

Lon Milo DuQuette, Llewellyn's Complete Book of Ceremonial Magick 

Samuel Mathers, The Book of Abramelin 

Stephen Skinner and David Rankine, Key of Solomon 

CHAOS MAGIC 

Archtraitor Bluefluke, The Psychonaut Field Manual 

Jan Fries, Visual Magick 

Lon Milo DuQuette, Low Magick 

Peter Carroll, Liber Null & Psychonaut; Liber Kaos 

Phil Hine, Condensed Chaos; Prime Chaos 

Richard Metzger, Book of Lies 

Robert Wilson, Prometheus Rising 

CRYSTALS 

Cassandra Eason, The Complete Crystal Handbook 

Karen Frazier, An Introduction to Crystal Grids 

Robert Simmons and Naisha Ahsian, The Book of Stones 

Scott Cunningham, Encyclopedia of Crystal, Gem, and Metal Magic 

Yulia van Doren, Crystals 

DIVINATION 

A.E. Waite, Pictorial Key to the Tarot 

Brigit Esselmont, Everyday Tarot; The Ultimate Guide to Tarot Meanings 

Chic and Sandra Cicero, Golden Dawn Ritual Tarot 

Diana Paxson, Taking Up the Runes 

Lon Milo DuQuette, Understanding Crowley's Thoth Tarot 

Melissa Cynova, Kitchen Table Tarot 

Rachel Pollack, Seventy-Eight Degrees of Wisdom 

DREAMS 

Carl Jung, Dreams; The Red Book 

DRUIDRY 

Dana O'Driscoll, Sacred Actions 

John Greer, The Druidry Handbook; The Druid Magic Handbook 

Philip Carr-Gomm, The Druid Way 

Ross Nichols, The Book of Druidry 

HELLENISM 

David Mierzwicki, Hellenismos 

Hesiod, Theogeny 

Homer, Iliad; Odyssey 

John Opsopaus, The Oracles of Apollo 

LABRYS Community, Hellenic Polytheism 

Orpheus, The Orphic Hymns 

HERBS 

Nicholas Culpeper, Culpeper's Complete Herbal 

Scott Cunningham, Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs 

HERMETICISM 

Hermes Trismegistus, Corpus Hermeticum; The Emerald Tablet 

Three Initiates, The Kybalion 

GENERAL MAGIC 

Aleister Crowley, Magic in Theory and Practice 

Christopher Dell, The Occult, Witchcraft and Magic 

Manly Hall, Secret Teachings of All Ages 

Owen Davies, Oxford Illustrated History of Witchcraft and Magic 

Rock Point Publishing, Spellcraft 

Sarah Lyons, How to Study Magic 

MEDITATION 

Diana Paxson, Trance Portation 

Stephen Bodian, Meditation for Dummies 

PAGANISM 

Herman Slater, A Book of Pagan Rituals 

Margot Adler, Drawing Down the Moon 

Ronald Hutton, Triumph of the Moon 

WICCA 

Doreen Valiente, Witchcraft for Tomorrow 

Gerald Gardner, The Meaning of Witchcraft; Witchcraft Today 

Janet and Stewart Farrar, A Witches' Bible 

Raymond Buckland, Buckland's Complete Book of Witchcraft; The Tree; Wicca for One 

Scott Cunningham, Wicca; Living Wicca 

Starhawk, The Spiral Dance 

Thea Sabin, Wicca for Beginners 

Thorn Mooney, Traditional Wicca 

[garadinervi]

Ruth Asawa, January 24, 1926 / 2023

(image: Imogen Cunningham (photograph), Ruth Asawa, (gelatin silver print), 1956. SFMOMA, San Francisco, CA. Gift of Janet and Gryff Partridge. © The Imogen Cunningham Trust)

[scarlxrdgxkillyourself24]

Lori: Guys, can you imagine, Hunt has found a girlfriend for himself!

Nick: Wow, wow!!!

Janet: Wow, did you really find the girl?

Hunt: Yes, Janet, you're right, your mom and I are so happy)

[seikointelli]

Who is scarier? Janet or Kat? Anyone from fd2 or fd4 can answer tbh, I really wanna know what they think

Tim: Kat's scary in a "will set your house on fire" way while Janet is scary in a "will leave you to die in a house fire" way.

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

“I will show him. I’ll show’’em all!!” Said the flames headed kid, Josie Test, daughter of Claire Nefarius and Johnny Test. Outside with her big brother, Joby, whose mother is Janet. Still standing. She’s still standing, despite her poor body and will are exhaustion. Looking up at her dad’s lighting stick she found in her father’s room. Borrowing it.

“I thinks that is enough for today.” Said Joby, staring down at the stop watch he’s holding in his hand.

“No!” Josie yelled angrily. Joby let out a huge tired sigh, not liking her attitude. “Any last request?” Joby asked.

*SILENCE 🦗🦗🦗*

“……Nevermind then. Ready? Set…,” Joby started, feeling humdrums.

Josie pulled her blindfold down, covering her eyes. Joby starts the stop watch by pressing it once again. “Piñata Gaunlet!”. She scream, charging at the hanged piñatas, hitting the piñatas with the lighting carving fork stick. A pink headed and rainbow colored body piñata is cut in half, causing candies to rain down.

The youngest Test kid is training on her own, developing her human condition to the peak and her sensei isn’t around is because she is literally broke now. So until father gets in pay from works (convenience store clerk by afternoon and bar tender by night) and the child support coming in next month. Joby know that this is not worth it. Even though he taught them (and Joby is thankful for it), he is only after the money. Which Josie took it the most and never moves on.

She could have find a better tutors or take some classes in the gym. Well there’s Alyssa for example, she could have get her to trains her. She just happened to be in Camp Synonymous and the same rank as them, though their aunts and uncle thinks she is a bad influence (despite Holly says she isn’t and Uncle Eugene says she is good enough to paid for lessons). Alyssa literally taught her the master of escaping and stealth and share her knowledges in the street. Even pickpocketing and manipulation too, okay maybe that is why her aunts and uncle doesn’t like what Camp Synonymous have taught, but they did it too back then! She gave her ways of finding that out.

Josie is soon tangle up by the ropes to get free. At first, she is struggling, causing Joby to walks up towards her and get her down, but then slowly have the carving fork snapped the ropes in half, causing Josie to fell down and landed on to the candies covered ground. Joby press the two buttons to stop the timing from the stopwatch.

“Told you so,” said Joby. “Can’t we just forget about the preparation for your Shinobi Trials? Next summer is a long way.”

The ten years old removes her blindfold and stubbornly stands up, walking past her big brother. “Josie!” Joby shouted. Joby let out a groan. His little sister is not passing the ninja phrase. He grabs her shoulder to get her attention. “I’m talking to you!”

“Don’t talks to me!” Josie snapped. Joby’s pupils shrinking, shock by what she just said to him. He never seen her that mad before. “Look, I get your mad. We could ask Fredrick to make you a mutant. Stronger and better than you were.” Joby persuaded Josie by testing out their cousin’s inventions, just the two of them.

“I don’t need superpowers to prove I can do better!” Josie barked. “I want to do better my own way!”

She throw Joby’s hand away from her, proceeds to walk inside the house. Joby is shocked that Josie rejected his opportunity to see Fredrick. He frowns. He wants the old Josie back. He goes into the house too.

At the living room, Johnny’s current wife, Sissy, sitting down to the cozy couch, watching her TV sitcom, The Dawg and Bone Show saw her stepchildren, a bitter Josie and a sullen Joby. Sissy pause an episode with the TV remote. “Kids? Did something happen? Why the long face?” Sissy asked. Josie ignored her stepmom, and climbed up the stairs to her room. “Joby?”

Joby is silent at first, but sits down on the couch with her. “I don’t know where to start… All I can say’s that meeting with that Cunningham guy really changed Josie.”

Sissy looks at her stepson, nodding to the conversation. “She literally doesn’t want to spend time with me together anymore like we used to. Playing video games at home, playing video games at the arcade, eating snacks, plays Island Craft/Minecraft, making videos and post them on Snoop Tube or Ding Dong. Or YouTube.”

“I see…,” said Josie. “Perhaps Josie has grown up and found something she wanted to do. Like your thing is boxing and your detective career, and for me are watching The Dawg and Bones show and my activist career.”

Joby thinks about what Sissy just said. “What? Mystery-Solving is Josie’s thing too. I just did it to make her happy.”

“Well that the thing. I thought you enjoys it as well because it’s your own thing too,” said a confused Sissy. “Since I saw you two went out your ways to make your life in this town memorable, and I was wrong. I didn’t notice it at all. But perhaps Josie did. Bummer.”

Is his stepmom is saying, that Josie was hurt that he doesn’t want to play detectives? And that why she masked being a better person to hide that she wants to do her own things alone. This struck a realization in him.

‘Did I really mess up?’ He thought.

~~

At Josie’s room, Josie is lying down in bed, on her back to soothe her back, arms, legs, and neck. Sore all over. She try not to falter. Josie stares at the handmade round plush, her aunt got for her in the new couture at the Yarn District, that is now punctured by a kunai and a shurikens she toss. She wonders that if she have so much potential that people have just said, whose turn their back on her. Let her down.

She saw an envelope slide in to the doorway. Josie struggled to get up from her bed and walk over it to picks it up. Her name is written on the envelope in red marker. Josie opens up the envelope, revealing a letter. Josie takes it out of the envelope to read it. It said:

I don’t know if I should gives you space. So I’m writing this letter to says that I am sorry for hurting your feelings by not having fun when we are together. We may be siblings with common interests, but we have different interests too. That doesn’t means we can stop spending time together and making new chapters of our life, whether our path are separated. I hopes you feel better.

From your big brother

Joby Test

A small smile plastered on Josie’s face.

Josie Test and Joby Test belong to @froppy-butterflyfan2000 (me)

Andrew Cunningham (mentioned) and Alyssa Copular belongs to @ej-cappy-universe

Fredrick Test (mentioned) belongs to @princekaiofstars

Story take place after The Norrisville Ninja and The Townsville Kids.