#Jay Resident Alien

[nashidakyouko]

Girl Talk ~Resident Alien ~ Jay and D'arcy friendship

Also on Ao3.

Summary: Jay stumbles upon D'arcy kissing a woman and they become confidantes 2 years pre-canon. // Platonic Jay and D'arcy, D'asta as a major topic.// T // Word count: ~3000

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It was early to be drunk for most people. No matter how frequently she drank, people still acted like it was shocking to see D'arcy wasted by 1 PM. Their pitying concern only annoyed her. She grimaced as she knocked back the rest of her flask. It was no one's business if she wanted to escape for a while, time of day be damned.

Before she even knew what was happening, a preachy Ben found her stumbling outside The 59 and promptly attempted to coax her inside—trying to ensure the town's image by removing the drunk from the streets. He kept muttering about how This is bad behavior and We don't want anyone to think Patience is a place where people get drunk all day and roam the streets. D'arcy rolled her eyes at his knit brow and twiddling hands. Of course he was more worried about the town's fragile little image than about his childhood friend's emotional state. He was a real buzzkill since he became the mayor.

Nonetheless, D'arcy allowed him to lead her back in The 59. Before he could ask if she was okay, D'arcy was already filling several shot glasses with whiskey and downing them one after the other. It wasn't long before Ben fled, not wanting to deal with a heavily drunk D'arcy.

After the 3rd shot, D'arcy ran a hand through her dyed-blonde hair and exhaled harshly. She was glad she didn't have to explain anything, but she was going to explode soon from the weight of her own silence. Since no one in town knew how she felt about Asta, though, there was nobody D'arcy could vent to.

Asta was on a getaway with Jimmy for a few days. D'arcy always drank herself stupid when those two went somewhere, unable to deal with thoughts of them together. This whole one-sided love thing was the fucking worst.

The sound of someone clearing their throat drew D'arcy's attention. A woman D'arcy didn't know sat at the bar, all sultry with her plunging v-neck showing plenty of cleavage. The woman could be just good enough for a distraction, D'arcy supposed. She offered to pay for D'arcy's next drink and gave her a coy smile.

A few minutes later, the two of them were in the back alley making out. D'arcy wasn't usually so careless when she was with women. Patience was a small town, and when she was a kid it was obvious that being queer was frowned upon. Granted, it had been almost 20 years since then, and times had changed. She still typically hid her soirees with the fairer sex from the town's eyes, if mostly out of habit.

In her current state, however—moping and beyond wasted—she just didn't care if the whole damn town knew.

The following day, the same kid showed up at the bar just as D'arcy's shift started. The girl looked down at her bouncing feet, chewing her bottom lip with her arms firmly crossed. Dammit. If she was that anxious, D'arcy feared whatever was coming.

Or so she thought until she heard a small gasp and caught sight of a local kid—Jay, was it?—dashing away. Shit. The stranger D'arcy was with didn't notice or didn't care, slipping her tongue deeper into D'arcy's mouth and effectively chasing away thoughts of being caught by a random 15-year-old.

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D'arcy put on a customer service smile and pretended nothing was amiss. “Hey there, kid! It's Jay, right?” The girl nodded, her eyes still lowered. “Okay, well, you're not getting any alcohol, but we do have soda. Just let me know if you need anything.” This was more courtesy than D'arcy usually showed at The 59. Hopefully, acting like the teen hadn't seen anything would do the trick. She did not want to deal with a kid she barely knew in any capacity, much less concerning her queerness.

When Jay didn't immediately respond, D'arcy took the opportunity to skedaddle... to the other end of the bar. It was her damn shift, so a full escape wasn't an option. She scanned the room, but no one else was in the bar except an older man napping at a table. She peered at him, trying to will him awake so she had an actual customer to keep her unavailable. No dice. Stupid midday lull.

“S-so, um... you like girls...?”

And there it was. Exactly the conversation D'arcy wanted to avoid. She looked around again for any acceptable distraction, finding none at a bar at 2:30 in the afternoon.

With a grimace, D'arcy confirmed through gritted teeth, “Sure do. Got a problem?” She turned to the kid with a glare that she regretted instantly. There was such unmasked vulnerability in Jay's dark brown eyes. Oddly familiar eyes. Kind of like Asta's.

D'arcy reflexively softened like she always did around Asta, even though her best friend wasn't there. “Shit, sorry... I thought you were gonna be a dick about it. Looks like you've got something on your mind?” As much as D'arcy didn't want to play senior queer with a possibly-questioning teenager, the girl's warm eyes had sufficiently weakened her resolve to send Jay packing.

The girl stuttered a laugh. She forced herself to meet D'arcy's eyes. “I think I have a crush on my friend. Who is a girl.”

Without thinking, D'arcy chuckled and commiserated. “You and me both, sister.” She frowned, then added. “I mean, my friend for me. I'm not creeping on kids—promise.” Probably shouldn't have said that, D'arcy feared. At least Jay didn't really know D'arcy or who her friends were.

The way Jay's eyes lit up at the admission of queerness once again nagged D'arcy with a sense of familiarity.

--

Over the next few months, D'arcy and Jay talked regularly—late nights spent drinking soda (though often D'arcy's was laced with alcohol) and staring at the stars while discussing their queer experiences. Jay had long since told D'arcy about the girl she liked, but it became increasingly obvious that D'arcy wasn't keen on sharing her own crush.

One day, Jay spied D'arcy out in town with a group of friends. Jay had met Asta once before, as well as Judy, the curly-haired peppy one scampering alongside D'arcy like an eager puppy. Jay's introduction to Judy that day had been shortened when D'arcy and Asta had to remind Judy that certain topics weren't cool to share with a high school kid.

“Whaaat? But we were doing all that at her age, what's the big deal? I mean, D'arce, when didn't at least one of us have our hands down some guy's—“ Judy's retort was cut off by Asta clamping a hand over her mouth and then dragging Judy away as if it were Asta's job to protect Jay... Weird.

Today, a few others were tagging along, but Jay didn't really know them. And none of them had noticed Jay half-lurking near the baseball field. It was the perfect opportunity for her to get a look at how D'arcy was with her adult friends. Maybe pare down the list of potential girlfriends for her good buddy.

As always, Jay noted how D'arcy never strayed far from Asta. In fact, more often than not, the two of them were touching in some way—holding hands, hugging, arms over each other's shoulders, even sharing kisses on the cheek. Obviously, that was the relationship to watch.

Even with all that physical contact, though, Jay wasn't 100% sure. After all, D'arcy was very physical in general, and it was clear she cared deeply for all of her friends. She acted like Judy was a nuisance, but Jay knew that the second Judy needed someone, D'arcy would be there. Intense loyalty was the very thing that defined D'arcy.

Just as Jay started considering who else D'arcy might like, she saw it.

Asta curling in on herself, cackling at one of D'arcy's quips. And D'arcy watching her joy with the softest, warmest expression Jay had ever seen. It didn't last long, melting into D'arcy's own laughter. But Jay had seen it, and that was all she needed to know.

What surprised Jay more was when Asta opened her eyes and looked at D'arcy the exact same way. Like D'arcy was her sun. Like nothing else mattered as long as Asta could hear D'arcy laugh.

“There's my main underage squeeze!” D'arcy exclaimed when Jay entered the bar.

It certainly seemed to Jay like D'arcy's love wasn't as unrequited as she thought.

-

“You sound like a deviant when you say things like that.” Jay smirked as she set her bag down next to her. The kid showed up before nightfall pretty often. There was an advantage to missing the crowds.

“Whatever, no one's around! Exactly why you come at this time, right? So, what's up, kid?” D'arcy's smile was bright. She found she actually enjoyed the teen's company—far more than she expected. Before Jay could order, D'arcy slid a custom limeade soda in front of her with a grin.

“I just wanted to ask... who's the friend you have a thing for? I think I know, but...” Jay took a long sip of her soda.

D'arcy quirked an eyebrow. “What do you mean you know? You've barely met any of my friends—just Asta and Judy. And Judy was being gross... and Asta was being... weird.”

“Okay, yeah, but I've seen you around town with people, and it's pretty obvious, isn't it?” Jay already sported a shit-eating grin.

“Is it?” It damn well better not be.

“Oh, come on! It totally is Asta.” D'arcy burned red, leaving little room for doubt. Jay victoriously pumped her fist. “Called it! You're just different with her. Honestly, you're way nicer to her than you are to anyone else.” The kid's smug-as-fuck smirk added insult to injury.

D'arcy wanted to sink into a hole. “Me being nice to my best friend is that weird? I knew I could be an asshole, but that's unfair.”

“It isn't just that. It's like... I've seen the way you look at her. Like she's perfect. And you talk about her all the time. I mean, are you even trying to keep it on the DL?”

“I thought I was!” D'arcy threw up her arms. “She's married! The guy is a douche-bucket, but she's not exactly leaving him. I think she should, but I've pretty much given up on that.”

“I've seen him. Jimmy, right? He's a total dong. She'll wake up and hopefully smell the homo-eroticism eventually.”

“Ha! I wish. Even if she left him, she wouldn't want to be with me.” D'arcy vigorously cleaned glasses to avoid Jay's eyes.

“Why do you say that?” Jay cocked her head in confusion.

“Why would she pick the town drunk? She's a freaking nurse, and I bar-tend.” There was no doubt in D'arcy's mind that she wasn't worthy.

Jay scoffed. “Whatever, you're just scared. I'm rooting for you whether you like it or not.”

“... Thanks, Jay.” D'arcy smiled softly. It was good that someone finally knew. At least she wasn't alone anymore.

–

For two years, D'arcy and Jay shared everything about their relationships. The feelings D'arcy had for Asta never faltered, and Jay was always disappointed when D'arcy dated other people—even if the teen understood that Asta was unavailable. No matter who D'arcy was with, it was painfully obvious that she treasured Asta so much more.

“So, I'm working at the clinic now,” Jay said one afternoon.

D'arcy looked at her sharply. “Are you serious? How did that happen?”

“You know how I've been looking for a job for that work credit thing for school? I barely got a word out in an interview before Asta hired me,” Jay shrugged. “I guess they must be short-handed or something, because she seemed kinda desperate. Works for me, though. Now I've got a reason to talk to her, which means I can trash Jimmy. Maybe push her towards you a little.”

D'arcy fidgeted behind the bar-counter. “Y-you shouldn't do that. I mean, it'd be weird, right? Suddenly having some kid she barely knows commenting on her love life...”

“Isn't that exactly how we became friends?”

“Well... yeah... but...” D'arcy sighed. “I just don't know if it's such a good idea, Jay.”

“Too bad. If it bugs you that much, I'll only trash Jimmy when she brings him up... or when he hits her again. I won't even mention you. I still think it could help a little.” Jay stuck out her tongue, grabbing her things and leaving for the day.

Sometimes, even little gestures like the exact way Jay poked out her tongue struck some chord in D'arcy's mind. After all this time, she still couldn't quite place why in some moments Jay reminded her of her best friend. All she knew was that the perceived similarity made D'arcy feel all the more protective of, and endeared to, the 17-year-old.

–

A handful of months later, D'arcy found Jay brooding during the teen's shift at Dan's diner. She'd never explained her sudden job change to D'arcy. Now, a frown deep enough to age Jay ten years darkened her face. D'arcy couldn't recall ever seeing Jay so morose. She sauntered over to the diner bar and sat down, cocking her head to the side and waiting for Jay to speak.

Those brown eyes that always tugged at D'arcy's heart were full of hurt and rage.

After a long moment, Jay expelled a harsh breath and managed to say “Asta's my mother.”

D'arcy wasn't sure what the joke was, but surely Jay was kidding. “Ha! And Sheriff Mike's my father.”

The serious look on Jay's face remained. Oh shit, she wasn't kidding. D'arcy sobered. “Holy shit. You're the baby.”

“I'm not surprised she didn't tell you. She's been keeping it a secret.”

The calculations going through D'arcy's mind were visible on her face. “Yeah... Yeah, she has...” Could this be what Asta had been keeping from her recently?

“I don't know what to do. She's my mother, and I don't even know how to act in front of her... Not to mention my...” Jay's face screwed up in disgust as she spat out “father.”

D'arcy rolled her eyes, understanding all too well. “Oh, right. Jimmy.”

“It's so messed up. What am I supposed to say to someone like that? I mean, I'm gonna see him. I can't talk to Asta. I can't talk to my parents. Maybe I shouldn't even talk to you,” Jay's tone escalated with every word, anger bubbling over. Then she quieted as she looked imploringly at D'arcy. “But I feel like I am losing my mind and you've always listened before...”

“Hey, hey!” D'arcy took both of Jay's hands and looked her squarely in the eyes. “You know you can totally talk to me. Always. This is a little different than our usual, but you know I've got you, okay?”

Jay almost cracked a smile, but her mind was still reeling too much and she began another spiral. “I can't do this alone. I can't—“

D'arcy tugged Jay's hands to cut her off. “You are not alone. I can help you. A bit. Can't do magic or anything, but I have a way to let Jimmy know how you feel, at least.”

That finally did earn a little smile from the overwhelmed Jay. D'arcy tacked on, “Hey, can you get free onion rings? It's part of the plan.” Her teasing grin was infectious, and for the first time all day, Jay laughed.

“Yeah, sure... Can we do this plan of yours later, though? I think I need to keep talking right now.” Jay came over from behind the counter, sitting next to D'arcy.

“You know it, kid. I'll be right here.” On seeing the flicker of a twinkle in Jay's eyes, a long-standing mystery was solved. D'arcy exclaimed, “Holy fuck, that's why your eyes look just like Asta's! I should've figured it out ages ago! Jesus, you're the right age and you always remind me of her. How did I miss it?” It had been so obvious, but what wasn't obvious when you looked at it in retrospect? Maybe D'arcy had been so sure she'd never meet Asta's kid that she automatically ignored the possibility. Either that, or D'arcy was a special kind of idiot.

“Everyone missed it. Including me, and I've been working with her, like, every day for months. About that—it's pretty sketchy how she hired me at the clinic. How weird is it that she never said anything? I'm so pissed and confused and I don't know what to do about any of it.” Jay glowered and rested her forehead on the counter.

Nearby, Dan took note with a frown. He knew Jay needed to talk to someone uninvolved, so he simply pushed a chocolate milkshake towards Jay and made himself scarce. It would be okay, eventually. And for now, the shake might help ease the anger. At least a little bit.

For the next half hour, D'arcy listened to Jay working through her feelings, only commenting enough to assure Jay she was paying attention. Eventually, Jay ran out of steam, deflating in her seat. She leaned over and rested her head on D'arcy's shoulder. Immediately, D'arcy wrapped an arm around her good friend. It was all so much, and it wouldn't be made okay right away. All she could do was provide support. She was going to need to talk to Asta soon.

With the initial shock of Jay's revelation settling down, another, more embarrassing thought occurred to D'arcy. Before she could help herself, she blurted:

“Oh, shit. I've been talking to you about your birth mom for the past two years. That's...”

Mortifying. Inappropriate, maybe. Definitively weird. By some measures, even gross.

Jay did a spit-take with her milkshake, eyes wide. “Oh, God. Yeah, that's...”

Awkward. That was the best, most succinct word for it.

A damning silence suffocated them.

Eventually, blessedly, Jay spoke.

Once she heard the words, however, D'arcy wondered if Jay should have just kept to the harsh quiet.

“... Y'know, I still want you two to end up together, Step-Mom.”

Mouth gaping wide, D'arcy could think of no other action but to quickly flee while her brain short-circuited.

--

I'm adopted, and I'd NEVER call my birth mother “my mother.” But Jay did *sigh*

A/N:

I altered the scene where Jay tells D'arcy about Asta, because being friends for 2 years is going change that conversation to an extent. I kept as much of the original dialogue as I found fitting.

Oh and keep in mind I did not “make” Jay queer. She had boyfriends in s1, but a girlfriend in s3.

Last thing, I went with D'arcy's blonde hair with the blue tips for the whole fic, rather than bouncing around.

Likes/comments/reblogs are love! Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: RA isn't mine

[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

I love how Jay immediately clocks Asta being in trouble because she knows Asta would never willingly be rude to her

[3rdbogwitch2theleft]

*watching Resident Alien season 3 undermine and almost completely sideline one of the core friendships that made me fall in love with it*

[pzyii]

Be Nice To Me by The Front Bottoms

[queereads-bracket]

Queer Adult SFF Books Bracket: Round 1

Book summaries below:

Nevernight by Jay Kristoff (The Nevernight Chronicle series)

In a land where three suns almost never set, a fledgling killer joins a school of assassins, seeking vengeance against the powers who destroyed her family.

Daughter of an executed traitor, Mia Corvere is barely able to escape her father’s failed rebellion with her life. Alone and friendless, she hides in a city built from the bones of a dead god, hunted by the Senate and her father’s former comrades. But her gift for speaking with the shadows leads her to the door of a retired killer, and a future she never imagined.

Now, Mia is apprenticed to the deadliest flock of assassins in the entire Republic—the Red Church. If she bests her fellow students in contests of steel, poison and the subtle arts, she’ll be inducted among the Blades of the Lady of Blessed Murder, and one step closer to the vengeance she desires. But a killer is loose within the Church’s halls, the bloody secrets of Mia’s past return to haunt her, and a plot to bring down the entire congregation is unfolding in the shadows she so loves.

Will she even survive to initiation, let alone have her revenge?

Fantasy, secondary world, series, adult

Planetfall series (Planetfall, After Atlas, Before Mars, Atlas Alone) by Emma Newman

Renata Ghali believed in Lee Suh-Mi’s vision of a world far beyond Earth, calling to humanity. A planet promising to reveal the truth about our place in the cosmos, untainted by overpopulation, pollution, and war. Ren believed in that vision enough to give up everything to follow Suh-Mi into the unknown.

More than twenty-two years have passed since Ren and the rest of the faithful braved the starry abyss and established a colony at the base of an enigmatic alien structure where Suh-Mi has since resided, alone. All that time, Ren has worked hard as the colony's 3-D printer engineer, creating the tools necessary for human survival in an alien environment, and harboring a devastating secret.

Ren continues to perpetuate the lie forming the foundation of the colony for the good of her fellow colonists, despite the personal cost. Then a stranger appears, far too young to have been part of the first planetfall, a man who bears a remarkable resemblance to Suh-Mi.

The truth Ren has concealed since planetfall can no longer be hidden. And its revelation might tear the colony apart…

Science fiction, mystery, psychological thriller, series, adult

[hungrylikethepuma]

resident - resident alien , collapses on the floor

resident alien swap au ..

where Asta is the alien and she comes to Earth to kill everyone by natural disaster bomb that lets nature destroy humanity.. real Asta is already dead ,,, killed by some1 from the Galvan/Powell Group… alien Asta kills the murderer freak and takes form as Asta bc she thought she looked pretty….: grrr

Not only is Harry and Asta swapped … but Bridget and Jay… and Max and Sahar … Sahar is more fascinated than afraid of her. .. Isabelle and Jimmy are swapped to but jimmy still sucks ass… he gets his ass beat by alien Asta… wow

Idk if I want to make Harry a doctor still or a nurse… I’m thinking doctor and Ben came to the cabin bc the clinic is super understaffed and Human Asta was a nurse..:

Ben makes Asta come down to Patience … she sees Harry , Mike , and Liv examining Sam’s body and trying to figure out what happened .. Asta barges in and comes up with the whole suicide theory and Ben … AHHHHH .. and Ben asks her to stay and help ..

BLAH BLAH BLAN I HAVE MORE guys please falls to my knees … (ugh reuploaded bc I deleted it by accident… yes I wrote this in notes ok… I have a RA problem)

[residentaliengif]

You should stop feeling guilty about giving away Jay. We leave our offspring in the great ice wind desert, where the flesh is ripped from the bone to see who survives. Charming. Jay is a survivor. She will be fine.

Resident Alien 1x08 End of the World as We Know It

[lynxfrost13]

Haiii Lynx What’s your favorite dragon type? The big western muscular ones are gorgeous but the Chinese serpenty ones are pretty too. You’re my resident dragon expert here hehe

Hello Jay!!! Thank u so much for the ask ^^

This is kind of a tough one I’m not gonna lie… I’m sorry it’s taken so long to answer this ask but I’ve literally been thinking about dragons in relation to this for a couple days bc there’s so many awesome dragon types out there and picking a favorite is kinda hard!! I also went down a rabbit hole because I was looking at types of dragons and remembered one of my favorite drawing books and one of my earliest inspirations for drawing dragons specifically, Dracopedia, by William O’Connor. I hadn’t realized but he passed away in 2018 suddenly, I wasn’t able to find out from what, but he will be missed, that man’s dragon art was phenomenal and he had a really awesome style, so I did just want to mention that since it’s related to dragons and honor him as well.

To your actual question now! I don’t have one definitive all time favorite, but I definitely can yap about the types I like more! I don’t have the same amount of love in my heart for every dragon unfortunately, and for the most part I’m not crazy about fully furred dragons, especially mammal-like ones (tundras and Gaolers from flight rising are an exceptional exception!!). Not saying I hate them by any means bc I really do love the diversity of dragons, but I really am a sucker for scales. I love both the Asian noodle dragons and the solid western guys a lot!!

A particular type that I really really love are the cloud serpents from warcraft, pictured below! I play a LOT of warcraft and the cloud serpents have been one of my favorite dragons for ages, I love how they’re very serpenty but the stylization of their nostrils, scales etc does give them an almost sculpted appearance like they were brought to life from statues, which in this green gal’s case is true, but it doesn’t apply to all of them! That’s my love of living statues coming in too haha

While I’m talking about warcraft dragons specifically, I also have to shoutout the netherdrakes for being one of the more unique designs I’ve encountered, I haven’t really seen anything else like these weird shark aliens (they do have a newer model but this one from the 2007 expansion really is so delightful to me). The netherdrakes also have a really interesting story behind them, since they originated from a batch of normal dragon eggs that got fucked up via being sent through the nether if I remember correctly, and as such they’re very different from their family and have shorter lifespans :(

Okay also just talking about specific dragons and video game dragons, I NEED to talk about guild wars 2’s dragons because they’re built different they’re so fucking cool. I’m not gonna just yap about all of guild wars 2 but essentially the dragons in this game are what the entire story revolved around until a couple years ago, these guys were a BIG deal and a big threat (most of them) due to how destructive they were. But the super cool thing is that each one is very tied to a specific element and even though the dragons themselves are all related, they look drastically different according to their magic/element.

You’ve got Zhaitan as an appropriately body horror-y elder dragon of undeath, I don’t have a lot more to say abt him design wise other than he’s so damn cool

Then you have his brother mordremoth, also an elder dragon, except his body is an entire fucking jungle. He creates a more draconic avatar for himself but mordremoth is literally just hundred of miles of vines and the land itself it’s wild!!!

Kralkatorrik is also massive!! You see that airship in the first pic? Kralkatorrik is the LANDMASS IN FRONT OF IT!!! When he was dormant his spine was considered a mountain range if I remember correctly!

I think this loading screen art of Primordus and Jormag does them much more justice than their in game models do (unfortunately their time in the spotlight wasn’t the best due to COVID production and some writing stuff) but Primordus especially is just such a powerful force of nature more than he is a dragon honestly

And Soo-won is just a gorgeous take on a more noodley dragon

I must also include best girl Aurene here too, I love both of her designs (the first is her when she was younger, the second is when she becomes an elder dragon), I just think her face shapes especially her teen face shape is so beautiful and interesting

Okay now not gw2 but I will say while I’m not usually a fan of more wyvern type dragons (NOT because they’re not dragons I don’t like when people bring that up in relation to wyverns because I think they can be dragons, it’s up to you!!!)

I LOVE the monstrous nightmare from HTTYD it’s my favorite of the httyd ones apart from the whispering death/screaming death (they’re a package deal sorry)

Also in flight rising I really love the new everlux dragons (they are fat little grub guys with so many legs and their lore is so so cool! They write out their entire lives as chapters of a story!!!) and am very partial to the dusthides as well, they’re not conventional dragons but that’s what makes em fun (honestly if you don’t play flight rising I recommend checking it out at least to look at all the neat dragon types in the encyclopedia because there’s such an awesome range!)

I’ve yapped a lot and I don’t think I gave you a very solid answer but I had fun showing you some of my favorite dragons!!! Thanks again for the ask I think you opened my brain JDBEEJJ

[jayshorrorgaming]

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[purpleplaid17]

Jess Watches // Thu 7 Mar // Day 164 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

Severance (rw with mum) 1x07 Defiant Jazz

Mark and the team encounter new security measures from Cobel.

When Milchick said the coffee was "from the hills of Rwanda" was that another test? Could it be where the ripped up photo of Gemma was taken?

I'm Helly, shaking my maraca, being entranced by Milchick dancing around everyone. The bird-like gesture as he taunts Dylan. You smug motherfucker.

The dawning realization on O&D's faces at the insincerity of Outie Bert's speech as he has no idea who they are or that they even exist. And Irving being the only one brave enough to call out the bullshit.

My mum didn't notice that the photo of Gemma was actually Ms. Casey smh. She doesn't know Dichen Lachman like I do.

Resident Alien 3x04 Avian Flu

Harry tries to bond with Heather, aka the Avian alien.

Seeing Erin Karpluk on my screen always makes me want to rewatch Being Erica; Heather (rhymes with feather) is a fun addition and I love the bird suit; My favourite scene was Jay being introduced to her Rez family at Drew and Manuel's engagement party. Queer love being celebrated with everyone dancing and being so happy to all be together. 🥰

Star Trek: Prodigy 1x05 Terror Firma

Marooned on a deadly planet, the crew must work together with their captive Gwyn to stay alive…except the planet isn't the only thing in pursuit.

Ofc they came back for Gwyn. She has the braincell. (No offence, Zero.) I'm glad she finally realized just how little her father cared for her so she can stop worshipping him and figure out who she is on her own.

[redhatmeg]

I have a confession to make:

I don't particularly care about Jay's subplot in Resident Alien.

Yes, it's nice to see Asta getting closer to her estranged daughter, but I find her rather bland in comparison to other characters.

[fearlessjones]

TV show tag game!

Rules: List eight favourite shows to let your followers get to know you better

Thanks for the tag @boutiquetraveltravelboutique !

I watch a lot of tv, but these are the ones that are very special to me:

1.) In the Flesh - Such a beautiful show about depression and being Othered.

2.) Due South - My OG feelgood show. So weird. It would do absolute numbers on Tumblr if it aired today.

3.) Hannibal - So artsy. So unhinged. I adore it.

4.) Good Omens - Love the book. Love the themes.

5.) The Gilded Age - Dresses. Drama. The cast!

6.) Resident Alien - Alan Tudyk is a treasure. Great Native representation!

7.) Mystery Science Theatre 3000 - It has its own channel on Pluto TV and I regularly just leave it on all day lol

8.) The Addams Family - Watched it as a child and it completely molded my sense of humor and style.

I tag @xzombiexkittenx @seniorinternaut @ess-jay-oh @trowelsand @thrownbodilyfromthecar @mothersandtruckersofthejury @kelila-rivka @macy-induced-brainfart @ericathemad No pressure to do it!

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not a lot, just forever by Adrienne Lenker

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Christopher B. Duncan (December 4, 1964) is an actor. He is known for his television series regular roles like Braxton P. Hartnabrig on The Jamie Foxx Show, President William Johnson in The First Family, and his portrayal of Clarence Weidman on Veronica Mars.

He received his BFA in Acting from the University of Colorado, Boulder. His father is retired from the Air Force. He lived in Germany, Japan, New Mexico, Colorado & Chicago. His mother was a registered nurse.

He had long-standing recurring roles on Your Honor, Black Lightning, The Resident, Veronica Mars, Aliens In America, Lincoln Heights, Jane By Design, General Hospital, Switched at Birth, The District, & Soul Food. His guest starring credits include American Soul, Legacies, Modern Family, 9-1-1, Chicago PD, Martin, Rosewood, Castle, NCIS, Bones, Mental, ER, Boston Legal, 24, CSI, The Practice, and Swagger.

He’s played President Barack Obama on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno as well as in My Name Is Khan. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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Saturday, June 29, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

GOING IN VACATION, SEE IN IN A WEEK...

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: THE KILLER INSIDE: THE RUTH FINLEY STORY (Lifetime Network Canada) 8:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT? FALLING LIKE SNOWFLAKES (Premiering on July 06 on W Network on 8:00pm)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA LEGO FRIENDS THE NEXT CHAPTER (Season 2) MIDSOMMAR NWSL: KANSAS CITY CURRENT V HOUSTON DASH RAM

CRAVE TV THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA MOLANG (Season 1) STEVIE VAN ZANDT: DISCIPLE

DISNEY + STAR ABBOTT ELEMENTARY (Season 3)

NETFLIX CANADA KISS THE GIRLS RISING IMPACT (JP)

ZOMBIES: THE RE-ANIMATED SERIES (Disney Channel Canada) 10:00am: Every day is a surprise at Seabrook High, whether you're a cheerleader, a zombie, a werewolf or even a vampire. "ZOMBIES: The Re-Animated Series" invites viewers into the daily lives of Zed, Addison, Eliza, Willa and the entire Seabrook crew. Alien tech allows the gang to transport to an alternate timeline and re-do their senior year, leading to more musical fun as Seabrook becomes the destination for all kinds of mythical monsters.

NHL HOCKEY (SN/SN1) 11:30am: NHL Draft - Rounds 2 - 7

US SENIOR OPEN (TSN3) 12:00pm: Third Round - Part I (TSN3) 3:00pm: Third Round - Part II

MLB BASEBALL (SN) 2:30pm: Yankees vs. Jays (SN Now) 7:00pm: Dodgers vs. Giants (SN) 7:00pm: Rangers vs. Orioles (SN) 10:00pm: Twins vs. Mariners

CFL FOOTBALL (TSN3/TSN5) 7:00pm: Blue Bombers vs. Stamps

FOR KING AND COUNTRY: NEWFOUNDLAND'S SACRIFICE (CTV) 7:00pm

COPA AMERICA 2024 (TSN/TSN4) 7:45pm: Canada vs. Chile

ABSOLUTELY CANADIAN (CBC) 8:00pm: Irish, English, Scottish and French lumberjacks of the 19th century collaborate to survive the harsh conditions of Canadian logging camps, establishing a folk music tradition unlike any other.

TRUE JUSTICE: FAMILY TIES (CTV Life) 8:00pm: A law school student and her friends set out to prove her brother is innocent of murder, but the only way to clear his name is to find the real killer.

LOVE OFF THE PAGE (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: Caroline is a hopeless romantic and loves novels. When she buys a book at a mysterious bookstore, she starts dreaming about love.

THREATS FROM THE INSIDE (Super Channel Fuse) 8:00pm: Brad Collins' love for his wife, Amy, becomes an all-encompassing obsession, and he grows more and more controlling of her with each passing year. When Brad finds out that Amy had an affair with a colleague, a huge fight ensues and tragedy results.

MADAME WEB (Crave) 9:00pm: Cassandra Webb is a New York City paramedic who starts to show signs of clairvoyance. Forced to confront revelations about her past, she must protect three young women from a mysterious adversary who wants them dead.

SUNRISE (Starz Canada) 9:00pm: When a former cop returns to the scene of a horrific crime, residents discover the dark visitor is really a vampire who feeds on blood and fear. Befriended by a kind family, the instinctive killer soon faces a choice of revenge or redemption.

NWSL SOCCER (TSN5) 10:00pm: Utah Royals vs. Portland Thorns

MLS SOCCER (TSN/TSN3) 10:30pm: Vancouver vs. St. Louis

TITANE (Crave) 11:00pm: A woman who has a metal plate in her head embarks on a bizarre journey.

GAME NIGHT (CTV) 12:35am: A couple's weekly game night gets kicked up a notch when their friends agree to participate in a murder mystery party. They soon find themselves in over their heads as each twist leads to another unexpected turn over the course of one chaotic night.

UPCOMING PREMIERES:

HIGH SPEED CHASE, June 30, Investigation Discovery 8:00pm THE GREAT FOOD TRUCK RACE June 30, Food Network Canada 9:00pm 90 DAY FIANCÉ: THE OTHER WAY July 1, TLC Canada 8:00pm MASTERCHEF UK July 1, CTV Life 10:00pm HOLMES FAMILY RESCUE July 2, CTV Life 8:00pm THE AMAZING RACE CANADA July 2, CTV 9:00pm STYLED July 2, HGTV Canada 10:00pm FEAR THY NEIGHBOR, July 2, Investigation Discovery 10:00pm OUTRAGEOUS LOVE WITH NENE LEAKES, July 4, Slice 9:00pm GODZILLA X KONG: THE NEW EMPIRE July 5, Crave 9:00pm RUMBLE THROUGH THE DARK July 5, Crave 11:00pm

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"Although the war was an increasingly salient issue for the [Union Theological Seminary] Eight, everything in their backgrounds made them conscious of race as a source of egregious injustice in American life. Now Meredith Dallas was doing fieldwork in East Harlem. David Dellinger, in addition to his work at Dwight Hall, had witnessed Jim Crow firsthand during visits to his father’s family in the South. His fieldwork now was in a poor black area of Newark, New Jersey. The Eight were frustrated by the turn away from pacifism at Union, where many students and faculty, like most Americans, shifted to more of a traditional peace-through-strength stance as a result of developments in Europe. And they were all too conscious of the poverty and injustice practically right outside the door of their own institution [in New York].

It was probably Dellinger, with his confidence, seniority, and more radical instincts, who led some of the students out of the classroom and into the community. Despite his antipathy toward status and hierarchy, he was elected president of his class. He was older than most of the first-year students, was a graduate of Yale rather than a religious college in the hinterlands, had seen the Spanish Civil War up close, and had even visited Nazi Germany. He also had a year at Oxford under his belt, and a couple more working at Yale’s Christian center. [He had also ridden the rails in the 1930s and had experienced poverty and working class misery first hand...] In his first year at Union he quickly formed a close bond with Don Benedict and Dallas, with whom he had classes, took meals, and lamented the turn of their most famous professor, Reinhold Niebuhr, away from pacifism. Don and Dal, as they were known, had been undergraduates at Albion College together and were both bound for the ministry. Dellinger, alienated from his parents, seemed to treat them as family, and late in 1939 they decided to move together to an impoverished section of nearby Harlem, a black neighborhood where they imagined their ramshackle apartment would function as a Gandhian ashram.

They were not alone in pursuing Protestant pacifism as a “way of life,” far beyond merely eschewing violence. In Aurora, Ohio, a handful of Antioch College students gained attention for a cooperative farm called Ahimsa, named for the Indian religious doctrine of nonviolence, where they grew food and studied key pacifist texts including Gregg’s The Power of Non-Violence. Emulating Gandhi, they also launched a small march to the sea, in this case to focus attention on European hunger. Ahimsa didn’t last beyond 1942, but supporters included A. J. Muste and the British pacifist Muriel Lester. Ahimsa’s founders, through a connection with a black church in Cleveland, would become involved in a small nonviolent protest that was to have large ramifications.

Closer to Union, Jay Holmes Smith and Ralph Templin, Methodist missionaries essentially expelled from India for siding with Gandhi, launched their Harlem Ashram on Fifth Avenue near 125th Street in the winter of 1940–41 (situated, incongruously, opposite a tavern called the Bucket of Blood). It soon became a center for pacifist absolutists, including those who refused to register. From the discussions in its dingy rooms arose the Non-Violent Direct Action Committee, whose commitment to direct action was evident in its name, and the Free India Committee, a group that included many prominent activists (such as A. Phillip Randolph), and which in 1943 frequently demonstrated at the British consulate in New York and embassy in Washington. The protesters were usually arrested. Ashram residents at various times included future civil rights luminaries James Farmer and Pauli Murray as well as Krishnalal Shridharani, whose War Without Violence, published in 1939, quickly became a Gandhian handbook for American pacifists. “Shridharani’s book became our gospel, our bible,” said Bayard Rustin, who lived nearby for a while and was a frequent visitor. The ashram only lasted until 1944, when it succumbed to financial and other issues, including perhaps an excess of piety. Farmer called the furniture “old, cheap and tasteless,” and the meals “an inducement to fasting.” He recalls Smith once violating the usual dinner etiquette by serving the soup to himself first, thereby giving him a chance to discreetly ladle a cockroach out of it before it became visible to the other diners.

While it lasted, the Harlem Ashram was an important test bed for the Fellowship and its members to break out in new directions. Shridharani, three blacks, and seven whites lived there at the outset, around January of 1941, and a Fellowship of Reconciliation nonviolent direct action group began meeting there. Smith and John Swomley, Jr., soon launched a summer training school in “total pacifism,” which they portrayed in familiar Christian terms, including as “a way of life, in which we seek to live out the implications of truth and non-violence in all our relationships,” and “a goal for social reconstruction, a co-operative socio-economic order, approximating to the realization of the Kingdom of God on earth.” But they added something of more recent vintage: “Non-violent action.” They surveyed black Harlem residents about discrimination, and launched a campaign to desegregate New York’s YMCAs. In a pamphlet about the ashram, they wrote: “We Live in Harlem because we regard the problem of racial justice as America’s No. 1 problem in reconciliation.”

Accordingly, in the fall of 1942 Smith led fourteen marchers on an “Interracial Pilgrimage” to dramatize the anti-lynching and anti–poll tax bills then before Congress. The group walked from New York to Washington, D.C., carrying signs condemning discrimination, and also met with townspeople en route. It was an idealistic bunch. For symbolic reasons they trod the Lincoln Highway, and they debated whether they could allow the police to protect them from the hostility they encountered along the way. The activist Ruth Reynolds marched until her feet bled, and still refused to stop. Finally, trailing blood on the sidewalks of Philadelphia, she was arrested just to get her into an ambulance. After emergency care, she rejoined the group and finished the march. Father Divine’s followers fed them all in Wilmington. When they wearily trudged into Washington, their journey ended anticlimactically when a minor White House functionary accepted their petitions. The black civil rights lawyer Conrad Lynn reflected on his participation uneasily. Like most black Americans, he was no pacifist. Later he wrote that “the elevation of nonviolence and orderliness as means, often vitiated the desired end,” making the march mostly a “catharsis for the white people who participated” while blacks got only “suppression of indignation and a lesson in humility.”

As is evident from outposts like the Harlem Ashram and Ahimsa, the boys from Union were part of a rich vein of radicals launching intentional communities in the forties, many of them interracial ashrams, utopian farming ventures, and Fellowship Houses founded to promulgate nonviolent change. The years ahead would produce many more. After the war, Dellinger and his family would live on a cooperative farm in New Jersey with a few likeminded families, eventually naming the place Saint Francis Acres and “changing the deed to declare that the land belonged to God.”

Meanwhile he was looking for something more than a mere academic experience from his time at Union—and besides, “I didn’t believe in a community that had no meaningful associations with its poor, radically oppressed neighbors.” Benedict was under no illusions that by living among the poor the fellows could do them much good, but he could at least show whose side he was on and learn from dwelling among the dispossessed. “My quarrel was not with the school,” he writes, “but with its tacit elitism. In the gospel there was no place for elitism.”

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When they “finally found a place wretched enough to please us,” as Benedict wryly recalled, they learned firsthand what it was like to live in bedbug-infested quarters with virtually no heat and run a gauntlet of derelicts and prostitutes to get home at night. Residents of the neighborhood were understandably wary of these young white guys. But Dellinger got to know people through sports, “playing stickball, shooting pool, having beer, and listening to the ball game at the corner bar, hanging out on the stoop on a hot night,” and doing other things that neighbors might naturally do together. As Spragg put it, “We wanted to go down there to find out what the real world was like.”

One or another of the seminarians might bring home a lost soul, who usually left fed and cleaned up. Benedict recalls encountering, one freezing night, “a large, hulking fellow, revoltingly dirty and frowzy, altogether a disgusting sight, steeped in the sour smell of vomit and the stench of alcohol.” Benedict was ashamed that he at first recoiled from the man’s entreaties, and so, with Dallas, brought him home, where they treated a nasty abrasion and provided clean pajamas. Spragg, who was senior class president, was on hand and challenged them, arguing that they weren’t going to do much good one drunk at a time and needed to address much larger social issues to bring about any appreciable change. Spragg had played football at Tufts, yet he, too, was a pacifist, having read Niebuhr on this score, and a Norman Thomas socialist as well. He was another of those shaped by the Christian student activism of the day. For five straight summers he had accepted difficult assignments for the Congregational Church home mission, including two organizing stints in Harlan County, Kentucky, for the United Mine Workers.

Another time Dallas brought home a couple of guys he’d met in a bar. They were supposedly trying to get together a tap-dancing act and had no place to stay. After a few days the dancers vanished with their hosts’ typewriters and clothes. Dellinger’s flute was stolen at one point. Later he said of the thief, “Painful as the loss was, I knew that I had been less wronged by him than he by the society that provided me with a silver flute and him with a drug habit.” At Union there was a certain amount of ridicule for what the fellows were doing. But there was admiration as well, and when they held an open house, many students and faculty members showed up. Some fellow students started volunteering in their spare time. And Dallas got the chance to preach out in the community, including at Fosdick’s Riverside Church. Adam Clayton Powell’s Abyssinian Baptist Church left a particular impression. “I was up there in the pulpit,” he recalled years later, “and I could get that wave of energy from the congregation that happens in a black church. My God! That was powerful.”

- Daniel Akst, War By Other Means: How the Pacifists of World War 2 Changed American for Good. New York: Melville House, 2022. p. 110-114.