#Peggy Sue for the win

[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

Paper Cranes

TW: homophobia, bullying, church abuse, swearing, assault, ED, SH, compulsive exercising, Republicans, purity culture, evangelical crap, but most of all middle school. If I’ve failed to include anything, just let me know. Fr I wrote it for me and posted it for those who might find my experience affirming. I’m all good if you need to scroll right on past a trauma post.

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The first time I ever watched homophobic bullying was in my pastor’s office. All the teens were waiting around a table for our youth pastor. There was one gay boy, a close friend of mine in a relatively small group. From the first week his family joined our church, an older girl in youth group announced to the rest of us that she couldn’t stand him because “he’s too happy and sings too much.” It was true. The new boy was the most cheerful, outgoing person I’d ever met. And he loves to sing.

The same girl gave a similar PSA behind my back when I was new. “We shouldn’t play with her because she’s weird and wears dress up clothes.” I was six. And it was true, I did wear a princess costume every day. Eventually I traded in my tutus for some looks that better reflected internalized misogyny and everyone figured out I’m funny as all shit and can get along with most anyone. I graduated from the bottom of the food chain.

So I shrugged off her hot take on my new friend. I don’t think she liked that her plans to cancel the new guy flopped. Because as we were waiting around that table she jumped up and grabbed his earlobe between her finger nails. She was super proud of her nails. They were long and scraggly like a cat and she was into filing them in public in case anyone felt too safe.

She dug her nails in on either side and no one said anything. You don’t stand up for a boy to a girl. I can’t remember if he tried to swat her off or just took it. It was only a minute but it was a damn long one. Blood started to bead around her nails. Then the door opened and she sat back down. Sunday school started.

Nothing I believed, no books, no paper, no concept of abomination could override what I’d just seen, the revulsion deep in my gut. It was more than rage. More than disgust. I still have no word for it. I was too young and the feelings that well up are still those of a thirteen year old.

It doesn’t matter what you call it. Anger like that is like walking around dead and suddenly finding your pulse because it’s roaring in your ears like a jackhammer.

I prayed to be like everyone else. To care about the same social issues in the same way. The only way I could make sense of my loneliness was that I was cursed in some way. If God loved me, he would make me content with the same values as my peers. But I had just seen someone harm someone else and not a single one of these fine, upstanding kids I’m supposed to make friends with say a damn thing.

A few years later, there was some kinda touchy-feeling Jesus shindig where everyone got real sugared up at night and had a big sing along with some college kids who were supposedly qualified to talk about the deep shit with us. If I mentioned their university you’d recognize it. Hint: assault cover ups

One guy, nineteen or so, must have gotten particularly inspired in the spirit because he starts preaching off-the-cuff about the sins of anorexia, binging, purging, and cutting. I inched backward. I tried hiding behind a football player; I was about half his width after all.

Peggy, what’s up with the bandaids?

I guess I tripped over a wall.

Hey I have a joke. How many Peggies can you fit in the shower? No one knows because—-

— I keep slipping down the drain. Heard that one.

Eat a fucking sandwich, you skinny cunt

The best part of the speech is it was addressed to us about the bad, vague other kids who barfed and otherwise screwed around. Those poor fuck-ups, insulting God’s creation by choosing to defile their bodies.

I couldn’t wait to get home and go for it, but felt a whole lot more like a compulsion than a choice.

I’ve heard this sermon twice, by the way. The second time, the pastor held up a paper crane and asked us to admire its delicacy and the skill it took to make it before shredding it up. Guess he worked hard on that metaphor.

That was me. A paper crane. Pure white, crafted precisely, folded up small. You could pinch my wings between your fingernails and pull them off. I wouldn’t bleed and you could vacuum me up. That was my power. The control in the fine lines and tight folds.

Anyway here I am squirming on my butt and waiting for my chance to burn off my two bites of pizza and Oreos. I’m pretty sure I’d made everyone laugh by scooting the cookies into my mouth from my forehead with no hands. See, everyone, I eat. Yeah, I was gonna have to get in some crunches tonight.

I wondered if I could chug enough lemon water to get diarrhea without being noticed, when somehow, we were looking at each other. The boy’s eyes were bright blue. Ice blue, like in cheesy books. Gay.

Skinny.

Leviticus. The apostle Paul.

Cutter.

It’s a powerful feeling, that two seconds of eye-contact that lets you know you aren’t crazy. That you aren’t the only one in the room who is angry. It is taking a hand to find it as wounded as yours.

Whatever is divine in this world, whatever is true and special and outside of ourselves, it is in the rage you can’t shake. If a voice is telling you that no one deserves to be treated this way, that you inherently do not deserve this, and you say shut up and shut up and shut up and it won’t

Shut up, shut up,

and your only answer is this is bullshit. You should get up and leave

Shut up

I said you are free to walk out,

I can’t,

well then I say you can. I say Truth never left you and you’re not dead.

disclaimer: I did not write this to shit on Christians (I am a Christian) or any tradition in general but the corruption that exists in specific systems

other disclaimer: the other kids in this story were literally also just kids, even the mean ones. I’m pretty sure all of them have grown into sensible adults I’d hang out with. I did not write this to shit on them either.

[nellynee]

Open season huskerdust fic concepts cause I'll certainly never write them (use as you like but lmk if you write I'll gobble that shit up!)

A Peggy Sue (character goes back in time with knowledge of future events) Husker fic. Key points include things like

Husk building an Overlord Au empire. His vice is gambling and he's pretty lazy, so the original version who sold himself to Alastor simply amassed personal power and riches he could gamble and coasted on fame but didnt build infrastructure. He does so the second time to give himself a power base he *can* safely gamble with and a potential safe space for Angel. In other words, canon overlord Husk was a singular gambler, au Husk builds an empire out of spite.

Husk and Val drop into hell at about the same time. If Husk goes after Angel right away then this is still early stage Val who's charismatic and sweet and gives Angel any drug he pleases. Angel is the old blood here.

Say it with me folks. Husk would let Angel do sex work! Angel likes it and Husk isnt the jelous type!

Husk genuinely contemplates just sitting back and letting Angel be until he regrets Val's deal because like he's hasn't hits that self reflection and isnt the same Angel yet and Husk can't force him and not be an asshole and OG Angel wouldnt apreciate being babied like this but on the other hand he could save Angel a few lifetimes of suffering. Maybe he'll loose a game and a pretty valuable angelic weapon to Angel to give him a way out when he needs it (that would be such a bittersweet ending!)

Husk still ends up betting his soul to Alastor. Not because of outside tension but becaue of his own vices and moral failings. Husk doesn't sing about his drinking or laziness in looser baby it's his gambling addiction. He knows it's a bad idea. He always swore *if he could only go back*. But *what if he wins?*

2. Soft porno AU. In the wake of Ozzie declaring his love for Fizzie, there's been a small, but noticiable and steadily climbing, trend of demand for softcore schmaltzy porno. Starting with the hellborn, but its infecting the pride ring sinners too. *then it turns out someone witness and recorded looser baby*. Now theres a pretty loud conversation about Angel's apparent secret soft daddy, and demand is going from annoying to picking at sales numbers and it's not going away.

Val *haaaaaaaates* this. Like. From a moral standpoint. He's into corruption and pain and non con and fucking up nice things. He's literally gagging, and maybe even seething inside because he might not want it with Angel but not being able to have it irks him

Angel and Husk are in fact not sleeping together (but want to)

Husk suddenly gets horny fans. He's not a fox hes a cat damn it. What the fuck is a grungy daddy. ANGEL STOP LAUGHING

Angel starts getting soft flirting as pick up lines and it's legit uncomfy as fuck for him

Val tries to make soft boy porn to various degrees with various people and not only does it suck he's actually throwing up in his mouth

Val: look, just fuck my bitch (who I know you are already fucking you cunt) in front of a camera while looking in his eyes and I will give you so much money. Husk: my contract literally forwards all my worldly possessions to Al that means nothing to me Val: *chews his own arm off*

Val: hey can I use your soul for a movie I'll give you money and women. Alastor: *pissing himself with uncomfortable laughter* Val: men?....

Husker: how about we play a little game. Every time you win I'll make a little film with Angel. But if I win you gimmie something I want

(Bonus if he loses some to escalete stakes up to souls. Double bonus to finding a work around to Al owning Angel. My top picks are Charlie being so aggressively thankful to Al helping to free Angel that he's peer pressured into releasing the contract, or Angel being so aggressively suggestive on what his contract is for that Al would rather break his chains than deal with that)

Alternate of above. Husk and Angel make unintentionally silly and loving amateur porn that just reeks of akward sentimentality. There's giggling and tickling and bad jokes and like *kissing* and bad angles and it's kinda terrible and wonderful and takes the internet by storm. It's on Angel's personal harddrive but that all technically belongs to Val per contract. In same spirit as above.

(Bonus round. If you dont understand poker, don't use is as a two person game.It's possible, but two person poker is a very unique beast. Poker is about the read. Early hands are used to get beads on people and judge attitudes and trends. Between two people, you end up folding +90% of hands until you have something. If you bet, the other person is judging you bluff, and they most the time fold. It's boring as fuck.

Husk's Overlord flashback sugests he and Alastor were playing Old Maid, a game still better with more people, but perfectly possible with two. Honestly one much easier to learn, easier to build tension with, and much better thematically for these kinds of stories. STOP USING POKER FOR INTENSE MOMENTS IF YOU DONT PLAY

Honestly two person poker would be a better game for Husk and Angel, as it gives space to bullshit between a dozen shit hands and folded bluffs as pots swing back and forth. Willingly building a pot and tricking someone into taking it is a pretty hard gamble to take ya know?)

[wowbright]

Chapter 15: Note

Figureskating!Blaine/designer!Kurt Olympics AU for december klaine fanworks challenge. Also on AO3.

Chapter Summary: Sue will not let anything distract Blaine from winning. Ever.

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Sue Sylvester had only one Olympic medal to her name. It wasn't that she lacked talent. She'd been ranked among the world's top figure skaters for more than a dozen years running in her younger days. But back when she had entered the world of figure skating, the Olympics was for amateurs only. If you were really serious about figure skating, you did only one or at most two Olympics before the economics stopped making sense and you entered the professional realm (the Eastern Bloc excepted, because having the state pay for everything you could possibly want or need and then some did not count as being professional).

Sue’s years of dominance did not include 1976, when she had made it on to the Olympic team at the fresh young age of 16 and felt it was honor enough to be skating alongside the likes of Peggy Hamill and Dianne de Leuw. She wanted a medal, but she didn't commit herself to it. What a fool she had been. But when you’re young, time and glory both feel like they’re in unlimited supply.

With hindsight she knows she should have had more discipline. She had always been excellent in compulsory figures—in Innsbruck, she outdid both Hamill and de Leuw in that portion of the scoring. But that could not make up for her lackluster performance in the short program and free skate. Her problem, as a young skater, was failing to understand that she had an audience. It was not enough to be perfect at everything you were asked to do. You had to wow your audience, shock them with something they had never seen before, make their minds boggle upon discovering that a human body could do that and survive.

Dorothy knew that. She invented the Hamill camel and went home with the gold. She reassured Sue she could do the same if she could connect with the judges and the spectators.

How was Sue supposed to do that? She hated people. They weren't worth connecting with—except for one. Since she was a little girl, she’d had exactly one hero. Her big sister. It was because of Jean that Sue had gotten into figure skating. She’d toddled along to her older sister’s physical therapy sessions on the ice rink and was amazed. Jean was so graceful on the ice. Her smile was like the sun. Sue wanted to be just like her.

But Sue noticed other people didn't feel the way she did. People were rude to Jean. They were cruel. They laughed at her. So what if Jean wasn’t speedy on the ice or a quick study? She wasn't like other people. It was harder for her to build up her muscles, she had loose joints and terrible vision, and some of her vertebrae were misshapen. They should try skating under those conditions. They wouldn't make it more than two feet out onto the ice before falling on their faces.

And she was beautiful to watch. She had more artistry in her little finger than Sue had anywhere. More, even, than Peggy Hamill.

Sue couldn't connect with her audience because she hated them. But she knew someone who didn't. So she asked Jean to be her artistic coach. People thought Sue was crazy. But when she got to the Olympics, she and Jean made them take note. She beat that insufferable Anett Pötzsch and won the gold.

She would have liked to win more Olympic golds. But she had a career to attend to. She focused on other kinds of golds, and when that time was up, she switched her attention to coaching—not so much because she wanted to nurture the next generation of figure skaters, but because it was a way to continue her winning streak. She took unfocused talent and molded it into champion material.

Blaine Anderson had been one of her most lucrative proteges. But he was getting old and talking of retiring. This might be her last chance to add to her Olympic medal count through him. She wasn't going to throw it away like she had the 1976 Olympics.

She’d thought he was in this with her. Over the past couple weeks, he’d stopped boring her. There was an energy to his practices that she hadn't seen in a long, long time, and an artistry that she didn't remember ever seeing with him.

But being a champion wasn't only about what you could do in practice. It was about having the right mind set, being laser focused, and showing up when you need to show up.

Blaine Anderson had failed to show up today, and for a meeting he really couldn't afford to miss. The teams event was new at the Olympics, and Blaine needed to understand it top to bottom. He needed to be prepared. His spot was not guaranteed. He could always be swapped out for one of the other male single skaters at the last minute.

“This is unacceptable,” Sue said as she marched Blaine away from Pillsbury Legolas in the costume room and down the long the corridor. “You can't just not show up. Is that what you're going to do in Sochi? Get distracted by that handsome Hummel figurine and—‘Oops! I forgot to show up for the competition!’?”

“Of course not, Sue.”

“And what about the doping screenings?”

“Doping?” Blaine looked at her with an expression of utter confusion. He could be so naive sometimes.

“If that sweet porcelain statue injects you with his potent seminal fluid, your doping results are going to come back marked for exogenous testosterone and you’re out of the games!”

“I—” Again, that confused look on Blaine’s face, as if she weren’t being absolutely plain. “That’s not how that works.”

“Oh, my naïve young Bambikins. Do you remember when I found you? You’d already silvered in the Grand Prix, but you were on the edge of giving up because your second-rate loser of a boyfriend couldn’t handle your success. You were a freakish depressed kid, and I showed you what winning's all about. Have you forgotten about winning?”

“No, Sue.”

“Then focus, Blaine. You have one chance at this, and then it’s gone. Put Tickle Me Doughface on the back burner.”

“Tickle me… who?”

Seriously? Did Sue have to spell everything out for people? “Your porcelain savior. Your white knight in Alexander McQueen.”

“Kurt?”

“Is that what you call him? Then yes, ‘Kurt.’ He's not going anywhere. He’ll still be there after the games. You can go be the remora to his shark then. But not yet. After Sochi. I will not have you distracted.”

[hart-on-my-sleeve]

I clipped out the best portions of the commentary for 3 16, but it was also hard not to clip every time Jimmy speaks so um. Welcome to Jimmy being abused by Gorilla for 5 minutes and thirty seconds. :'D

Transcript below:

Gorilla: You wrote the longest title in the history of country western music.  Jimmy: What was that, Gorilla? Gorilla: I Got Hair On My Ears And My Glasses Are Slipping Down But I Can Still See Through You, Baby. Jimmy: Cute, real cute.  Gorilla: Was that one of yours? Jimmy: Of course it wasn’t one of my records, man!

Gorilla: Unlike some of your fellows, they look for openings like that.  Jimmy: You better believe it. Kick ‘em when they’re up, kick ‘em when they’re down, baby. That’s the Hart Foundations’ motto. 

Jimmy: You have got an open invitation, Gorilla, always to come to Memphis Tennessee - My hometown, Honky Tonk’s home town because everybody knows right now Honky Land USA is going up by the seconds that we talk, baby. They’re building a big monument for Honky Tonk Man. I’ll even send our special plane - The Honky Tonk Marie - to pick you up, baby.  Gorilla: How about Peggy Sue? Can you send her to pick me up? Jimmy: WELL. Well. Peggy Sue has got a lot of things to do down there. We’ve got the Honky Land USA restaurant that we’re having Honky Burgers.  Gorilla: Oh Please -  Jimmy: Yanno a lot of kids too, they scream at Honky man and say he uh, wears grill(?) cream. It’s not grill cream, we use Honky Cream on his hair. 

Jimmy: Well I’ll tell ya, he might be one for one when this match is over with cuz it looks like ol’ SD is in a lotta trouble tonight, baby! Gorilla: It would have to be one for two. He’s O’ for one now.  Jimmy: If he’s O’ for one now, that would be one for one wouldn't it? Wouldn’t he win one and lose one, Gorilla? Gorilla: No.  Jimmy: Whaddaya mean no?! Gorilla: It’d be one win for two matches. One for two.  Jimmy: SEE!! angy noises  Gorilla: How do they count down there in Memphis anyway? Jimmy: *in the most dejected tone* ………………we count by honky numbers…. Gorilla: I guess so…

Gorilla: Talkin’ about guys that are overweight, the Anvil seems to be resemble that- Jimmy: *high pitched screm* OOOuhggH! There you go again!!! You better get off the Anvil’s case! Ima tell you somethin’ Gorilla, you’re gonna be in a lot of trouble cuz Ima tell ya, Ima tell the Anvil when I see him again- Gorilla: How can I be in trouble? 

Jimmy: That first punch that SD threw was below the Mason Dixon line, baby, that was a little bit below the belt, Gorilla.  (A/N: Oh so the Mason Dixon line thing is actually a thing he says. HM. Unfortunately the only other place I’ve heard him say this so far is uh… well not WWF lol.)

Gorilla: How about the bird man, Koko? He dances. Jimmy: Hah, come ON! Come on man, the bird man - He’s a square, he’s a nerd, man. 

Gorilla: Just a minute ago you said the referee was doing a great job - now you’re on his case. Jimmy: Now waitaminute - you’re the one who’s saying he’s doing a great job. I didn't say he was doing a great job. 

Jimmy: That’s right, you can call me the Colonel, you can call me the Mouth of the South, Gorilla, as long as ya call me somethin’, baby.  (A/N: WhAT?!?!)

Jimmy: I can be anything I wanna be! What do you mean what right do I have to be a Colonel? Gorilla: I tell ya, you could never be a big guy, i tell ya that.  Jimmy: Well maybe not that either. I only weigh 159 pounds, Gorilla. But yanno, like i said before, I’m a little bit tougher than you think I am, Gorilla. 

Jimmy: Well yanno, that’s your opinion. Gorilla: No, that’s the opinion of a lotta people!

Jimmy: Well, you know what, I knew that you’d probably grab the thing and try to run off with it and take it away from me that’s why I didn’t bring it out here.  Gorilla: I wouldn’t have run off with it.  Jimmy: I know, you’dda probably try to break it. >:I Gorilla: Youdda been wearin’ it! Jimmy: *angry laugh* Cute, real cute, Gorilla. 

Jimmy: This karate, this kung fu, this jujitsu- whatever it is, it’s illegal in wrestling.  Gorilla: Why? Because none of your guys do it? Jimmy: *high pitched squeaking* We can do it if we wanna do it, Gorilla.

Gorilla: Certainly would make an interesting combo. Jimmy: Yeah, the Laurel and Hardy of professional wrestling. (A/N: The way he says Laurel was just cute... stfu.)

Gorilla: How long has it been, Mouth? Jimmy: Well yanno, time flies by when you’re having fun- Gorilla: Couple of years now? 2 3 4 years? Jimmy: It's been about 2 and a half years, Gorilla.  Gorilla: About 2 years too long I think.  Jimmy: CUTE CUTE. REAL CUTE. 

Gorilla: Kicked right where the ramus of the mandible articulates with the mandibula fossil of the temporal bone.  Jimmy: -_- Can you repeat that one time? Gorilla: Well you get kicked right behind the ears is where it happens.  Jimmy: thank you. 

Gorilla: Got some tattoos on him as well, McDonald does. Mightta been in the Navy perhaps? Merchant marines? Or just seemed like a good idea some Saturday Night? Jimmy: Well maybe it’s a little of both- Gorilla: You got any tattoos? Jimmy: Of course I don’t have any tattoos. It’s too painful to get a tattoo put on ya. You think I’m that crazy?!

Jimmy: He’s telling the referee right now, the guy pulled his trunks - which he did. Now tell me you didn’t see it. Gorilla: I did not see it.  Jimmy: I knew you were gonna say that! Gorilla: Well you told me to say I did not see it. Didn’t you say ‘tell me I did not see that’? Jimmy: You know Gorilla, you’re getting me so confused out here. It’s no wonder why I’m eatin’ my fingernails down to my elbows, man. 

Jimmy: *laughs giddily* I love it, I love it!! 

Gorilla: Who was it that said that “Man has to know his capabilities?” Jimmy: I think I heard it somewhere, I don’t know who said it.  Gorilla: It was Clint Eastwood. (Drop kick, he nailed him with it!)  Jimmy: You mean Dirty Harry himself, huh.  Gorilla: Yes. The mayor, no less.  Jimmy: *mocking, not impressed* Ooh. 

Jimmy: Telephone, telegraph, and tele-Gorilla Monsoon. You think I’m actually gonna tell you? Gorilla: You don’t know, do you. Jimmy: NO whaddaya mean- maybe I do know!! Maybe I don’t know! But I’m not gonna tell you either way, Gorilla!!

Jimmy: But it’s also illegal, iddinit Gorilla? Gorilla: No it isn’t. You have a 5 count after you make the tag to get outta there. Jimmy: But he had a 7 count or 8 count on it, man!  Gorilla: Oh you have a stopwatch? Jimmy: I coulda gone out and got a pizza!

Jimmy: Yanno, Spivey is a pretty big boi.  Gorilla: He certainly is. Hate to have to pay for his groceries.  Jimmy: *giggles*

Jimmy: 5-6- 7- see 7 count right there!  Gorilla: You started at 5! Jimmy: WhaDAYA mean I started at 5, Gorilla! Gorilla: You’re supposed to start at 1! Jimmy: I did start at one!!! See you’re just not listening to me, man.  Gorilla: You’re right there, I’m trying not to.  Jimmy: Yanno you’re gonna be sorry one day, Gorilla, you’ve insulted me for the last time. baby.  Gorilla: No, you’re mistaken, I’ve got a lot more insults comin’ at your- directed your way. 

Gorilla: 5- 6- 7- 8- 9-10-11! Look at that! Almost a 20 count for him to get outta the ring! Jimmy: *sassy* But you started on 10. Gorilla: I started on 5 like you did. 

Jimmy: Yanno, it’s not my fault that I wasn’t big enough to be a professional wrassler.  Gorilla: You coulda been one of the great midget wrestlers.  Jimmy: Whaddaya mean midget wrestlers!!!

Jimmy: Yanno Gorilla, you're talking about wrestling though - I’ll tell you what I would like to do one day really. I would like to challenge Moolah for the Woman’s Heavyweight Championship belt.  Gorilla: She’d clean your clock for you, for sure.  Jimmy: There is no way. The only thing holding her up is her varicose veins. You know, I know it, and the people know it, baby.

Jimmy: Well see that shows how stupid Spivey really is, man. No wonder he can’t get a partner. No one wants to be with somebody that dumb.  (This is just after Mike leaves too… hm.)

[theanimeview]

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[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

Captain Brexit never won any of her battles. That makes her no symbol of feminism.

Red Skull? Killed by the Kraken he tried summoning through the Tesseract.

Red Room? Steve took them out, not Peggy. And Peggy didn't care about the fact that the Black Widows were brainwashed.

And it seems she didn't care about Bucky being the Winter Soldier either. From what I've read, both her and Howard were happy to use him and then they let him go as if he wasn't their problem.

Compare that to Sam in the movies. Bucky tried to kill him at least twice, but Sam still spent time looking for him after DC not only because Steve asked him to, but Sam understood what Bucky had gone through and that he had no agency at all. He gave him a chance, he cared. Saint Maggy and Howard just used him and then tossed him out like trash.

And that coming from a woman who supposedly loves Steve? She loves him so much that she doesn't move a finger to help his best friend? She can't be arsed to help Bucky, she doesn't care about the Black Widows, it's always about her and what affects her at any given moment. Whatever happens around her that affects other people is not of her concern and she never thinks twice about it.

I think that is what doesn't make her a symbol of feminism. You're not a feminist just for being born a woman and holding the most power of everyone in the room. Erskine's words "not a good soldier, but a good man" are referring exactly to that.

Saint Maggy is not Steve, she's Hodge. She's not all that capable in fights either, how could she be? She's so self-centered that she's awful when it comes to team-ups, and she's no leader. Gotta thank the lazy writing for that. What I don't get is why they insist on bringing her back again and again and again if they're not interested in writing her story, if her dialogues are so bland and she has no personality... and she can't even win a damn fight unless she's written as the Queen Victoria of all Mary Sues.

[double--cross-d]

I'm gonna share some Flipline LGBT/Family Headcannons I have lol

Family

Chuck, Utah, and Nevada are all siblings. Chuck is the middle child, and moved to Tastyville when he turned 18

Taylor and Indigo are siblings, and Hank is their Dad. Taylor's kind of cut contact with both (mental health issues) but he and Indigo are making an effort to reconnect

Peggy and Austin are cousins! Peggy's still dreading the day he gets to be taller than her.

I read this in a fanfic (My Dearest Matilde by @yakkolicious) but Big Pauly being Penny's dad is something I totally sign off on

@magicmindless first headcannoned this but, Mary and James are siblings. James got the short end of the stick when it came to cat allergies :/

Gabitha is Treble's half sister and they either want to throw her out of a window or get her to just. Do better things with her life

Speaking of which NuMarcus is Taylor's Uncle and Taylor never wants to speak to him ever again (once was enough >:|)

Radlynn and Sarge Fan are twins and eagerly talk about their evil twisted hyperfixations

Timm is Lisa's adopted brother (based on that one Christmas image with the X twins)

Xandra is scared of big crowds and typically clings onto Xolo or Edna if they're stuck in one together. No one else, even her friends, gets this treatment.

Yippy is Wally's granddaughter! He's her number one customer.

Wylan's mom died when he was in 6th grade and was part of the reason for the move

Sue and Prudence are sisters. Prudence was the first person Sue came out to and the first thing she said was, "Called it"

Sexuality Headcannons (most are trans)

Rudy's a nonbinary he/him lesbian. Marty is the sole boy of the group

Mary and Sue are married! Their pugs were the flower girls. Love wins!

Transmasc Utah! They/Them Pronouns but they will accept he/him on occasion

Gremmie's also a transman and helped Utah realize they were also cisn't! The two are best friends.

Scooter's actually transfem, but still uses He/him Pronouns because they're fun

Penny and Alberto are T4T and started HRT when they were 15 (Alberto started a year before Penny though)

Cooper's trans and Prudence didn't realize this until he mentioned he wouldn't be at work for two weeks due to his top surgery. His binding game was off the fucking charts.

Cookie is a Devon Rex. Cooper decided on this breed because he knew how bad James' allergies were and had a big crush on him but still wanted a cat.

Quinn and Timm got a divorce because Quinn realized she was a lesbian. Timm leaving the company without warning afterwards was what ticked her off.

Wylan is transmasc, and his dad fully supports him. He even helped Wylan attain his first binder.

Mousse bullied Allan throughout highschool for "being gay" (he was bisexual) and then when he grew up he realized that A. Whippa's a lesbian (that's when his support began) and B. HE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE WOMEN.

Roy and Moe are constantly on the verge of asking the other out but are both too socially awkward to do so. Ninjoy actually beat Dynamoe once because flirting with the pizza boy is more important than murding his archenemy.

Chuck and Taylor are dating, they just don't remember when the hell they even started. The B in their Bromance faded out so subtly and they never brought it up to each other until after someone asked them when they started dating.

Nonbinary Taylor! He genuinely does not give a fuck about Pronouns but if you ask you'll probably get he/they.

Transfem Mindy! She helped Liezel figure out that she was also trans.

[dracomort]

What are your favourite time travel HP fics. I am still so obsessed with Travelling Cabinet. I was wondering in general what elements/tropes of time travel HP fics that you like/enjoys and what tropes/parts do you try to avoid/don't necessarily agree with? What I found really refreshing about yours is how quickly Tom discovered that Draco is from the future and Draco did not need much cajoling to spill the future. Don't get me wrong I also enjoy fics where it's a psychological battle where the character refuses to reveal anything about the future and trying not to change anything and it's all the big mystery how they know X and Y. But I appreciated the fact that you took a different approach which made it refreshing and different in the best way possible

Draco really is a blabber-mouth in TTC, isn't he? That winning combo of Tom's persuasiveness, Draco's inability to keep a secret (I mean, it took him approximately 2 seconds to tell all his friends he was a Death Eater in HBP), and his conviction that Tom was some nameless nobody, was, of course, a recipe for disaster (or success, from Tom's perspective).

I haven't actually read many time travel fics for this fandom. I usually read for Drarry, where most fics are post-Canon. I imagine for Tomarry/Snarry/Tomione/etc. readers, it's quite different, but the only time travel I come across is either Peggy Sue or Time Loop. The only Drarry time travel fics that come to mind are Vertigo by jennavere (future travel) and Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (time loop).

I'm also reading Ouroboros by Metalomagnetic at the moment and really enjoying it! I think this one might count as a Peggy Sue? Also, it really is the perfect title for tomcest time travel.

One of the things that I enjoy most in time travel fics is when the writer puts a lot of thought into how small changes could have staggering consequences (the butterfly effect), one fic series that I thought handled this thoughtfully was The Mirror of Ecidyrue. I didn't read the whole series but did particularly enjoy the first couple of instalments as Draco comes to terms with the ways in which his time travel has irrevocably warped the fate of the whole world. This is also relevant to canon divergent fics like Two To Shore by Lamplighter or If You've a Ready Mind by Maya.

[pers-books]

Winners of the Peggy Ramsay/Film4 playwriting bursary awards announced

Six winners were unveiled today

Alex Wood | 22 November 2023

The six winning writers of the Peggy Ramsay/Film4 Awards have been announced. 

Providing six writing bursaries of £10,000 for new theatre writers, the initiative has been created by Film4 and the Peggy Ramsay Foundation alongside the Maria Bjornson Memorial Fund. 

Four of the six bursaries are supported through the Peggy Ramsay Foundation (with one dedicated to literary agent Tom Erhardt), while two are supported by Film4. 

The bursary recipients will now be attached to a specific venue or organisation for a year in order to develop at least one full-length play, while also working alongside industry professionals. 

Former National Theatre artistic director Richard Eyre, who chaired the panel deciding the six winners, said today: “I’ve always thought that giving bursaries to writers for them to be attached for a year to theatres is an inventive act of philanthropy. I’ve been chairing this award since 2009 and I have been repeatedly impressed by the quality of the plays. This year has been no exception. I feel sure that these writers will continue to confirm our faith in their talent.” 

The six winners are:

Babirye Bukilwa, the writer of cake, who will be attached to the Soho Theatre and Clean Break, 

Shahid Iqbal Khan, writer of 10 Nights, who will be attached to Paines Plough, 

Martha Loader, writer of Bindweed, who will be attached to the New Wolsey Theatre, 

Marek Horn, writer of Octopolis, who will be attached to the Hampstead Theatre, 

Florence Espeut-Nickless, writer of Destiny, who will be attached to Bristol Old Vic, and

Morna Young, writer of Aye, Elvis, who will be attached to the Traverse Theatre in Edinburgh.

Ben Coren, head of development at Film4, added: “Discovering and nurturing new talent is one of our core values at Film4, so we’re very happy to help another round of emerging UK playwrights develop their careers.  I’m looking forward to seeing what the winners create in 2024 and beyond.”

Alongside Eyre and Coren on the panel are Jack Bradley (Sonia Friedman Productions), Will Mortimer (Bridge Theatre and the Peggy Ramsay Foundation), Dinah Wood (Faber and Faber), Nicholas Wright (playwright) and Georgia Gatti (Neal Street Productions). The scheme is administered by Sue Higginson.

[twincityhacker]

Okay, my brain is currently hosting a three way fist fight between different Star Trek Discovery AUs. I would like to concentrate on one, but it's a constant cycle of violence, and just when one of the AUs is going to win one of the other ones pulls out the steel chair.

In a last ditch attempt at sanity, I am putting it to a vote.

A brief summery of the three ideas:

The Peggy-Sue Fic: Michael is unceremoniously thrown three decades into the past, two weeks before she joins Discovery. All of her dear friends either hate her or don't know who she is. She has to pretend Lorca is a good captain instead of possibly the worst person the Mirror Universe has every produced. The Klingon War is still going on, and she's really like to figure out how to end it with fewer war crimes. Oh, and she has to save the multiverse, again.

The Star Trek Online Crossover: After Paul's first jump in the future, he slides into another mycelial coma which makes surviving the already difficult 32nd century even harder. But then Discovery gets help from some visitors. Some very familiar looking visitors: Hologram!Michael and Hologram!Paul. Hologram!Michael has to attempt to persuade the obviously wary Discovery crew to let the Holograms help, while Hologram!Paul tries to figure out just what happened to Paul.

The Sentinel and Guide AU: Some humans, under stress, manifest enhanced senses. They are called Sentinels. Other humans, while under stress, develop empathic abilities . They are called Guides. These abilities can become uncontrollable, but a mental bond between Sentinel and Guide can help balance the abilities of both parties. ( They also have an almost biological imperative to help others, and there is a spiritual component that I won't go into here. ) Michael came online as a guide when the Klingons attacked her home, and has been trying to deal - or not deal - with those abilities since then. Michael never particularly sought out a bond, and after her mutiny and losing everything she ever worked for she definitely had no desire to have one, as Michael felt that she'd just drag whoever it was down with her. Enter Tilly, and Michael starts to think about changing her mind. ( Also featuring Somehow Even Worse Lorca! Sentinel Culber and Guide Stamets! And even more Weird Stuff than Normal Discovery. )

[pritishsblog]

BEST DIRECTORS IN CINEMA- 6

Hi everyone! This blog is going to be the 6th part of the 8 part series who I think are the Best Director Cinema has ever seen

And today I will be talking about

FRANCIS FORD COPPOLA

Francis Ford Coppola (born April 7, 1939, Detroit, Michigan, U.S.) is an American motion-picture director, writer, and producer whose films range from sweeping epics to small-scale character studies. As the director of films such as The Godfather (1972), The Conversation (1974), and Apocalypse Now (1979), he enjoyed his greatest success and influence in the 1970s, when he attempted to create an alternative to the Hollywood system of film production and distribution.

(Early Life)

Coppola’s father, Carmine, a frustrated composer who played flute in several orchestras, including Arturo Toscanini’s NBC Symphony orchestra, settled his family in the New York City area. Coppola grew up in and around Queens and in Great Neck, on Long Island. Confined to bed with polio at age nine, he devised puppet shows for his own entertainment and soon began making 8-mm films. After earning a B.A. in drama from Hofstra University, he pursued a Master of Fine Arts degree at the University of California at Los Angeles, studying filmmaking. During that period Coppola began working for noted low-budget exploitation-film producer-director Roger Corman, for whose American International Pictures he performed second-unit photography and direction, among other tasks. One of Coppola’s first projects was writing dialogue to be dubbed into his reedited versions of a pair of Russian-made films that became The Magic Voyage of Sinbad and Battle Beyond the Sun (both 1962). While on location in Ireland, Coppola persuaded Corman to put up $20,000 to bankroll his first directorial effort, Dementia 13 (1963), a gory horror film based on a script that Coppola had hastily written.After contributing to the scripts of This Property Is Condemned and Is Paris Burning? (both 1966) as a contract writer for Seven Arts, Coppola wrote and directed the charming coming-of-age tale You’re a Big Boy Now (also 1966), which served as his master’s thesis film. Short on plot but rich with incident, it was the story of a virginal young man (played by Peter Kastner) looking for love while in the employ of the New York Public Library.

(His Famous Works)

Coppola's reputation as a filmmaker was cemented with the release of The Godfather (1972), which revolutionized the gangster genre[13] of filmmaking, receiving strong commercial and critical reception. The Godfather won three Academy Awards: Best Picture, Best Actor and Best Adapted Screenplay (shared with Mario Puzo). The Godfather Part II (1974) became the first sequel to win the Academy Award for Best Picture.Other notable films Coppola has released since the start of the 1980s include the dramas The Outsiders and Rumble Fish (both 1983), The Cotton Club (1984), Peggy Sue Got Married (1986), The Godfather Part III (1990), Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) and The Rainmaker (1997). Coppola has acted as producer on such diverse films as American Graffiti (1973), The Black Stallion (1979), The Escape Artist (1982), Hammett (1982), Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters (1985) and The Secret Garden (1993).

(Filmmaking Style)

His Filmmaking Style

Coppola’s style is defined by its versatility and innovation. He employs a wide range of cinematographic techniques, from intricate framing and innovative camera movements to innovative lighting designs. His films are known for their striking visuals that complement the thematic depth of his narratives.

(His Filmography)

Coppola made his directorial debut with a movie a named Dementia 13 in 1963. He went on to make movies like You are a Big Boy Now in 1966,Finian's Rainbow in 1968,The Rain People in 1969, The Godfather in 1972, The Conversation and The Godfather Part 2 in 1974, Apocalypse Now in 1979. He went on to make movies like One from The Heart in 1982,The Outsiders and Rumble Fish in 1983,The Cotton Club in 1984,Peggy Sue Got Married in 1986,Gardens of Stone in 1987,Tucker in 1988,The Godfather Part 3 in 1990, Bram Stoker's Dracula,Jack in 1996 and Rainmaker in 1997. After a 10 year hiatus Coppola released his movie by name of Youth without Youth in 2007,Tetro in 2009,Twixt in 2011. He is right now working on a movie by name of Megalopolis which is to be released in 2024.

(Awards & Honors)

During his more career spanning for more than 5 decades, Coppola's movie has earned more than 128 nominates including Academy Awards,The BAFTA's and Golden Globe Awards

His films have won 14 Academy Awards out of the 55 nominations,8 BAFTA's out of 31 nominations and 10 Golden Globe Awards out of the 42 nominations.

(Sources)

And that's it for this part folks, I'll meet you with another blog about some of the Greatest Directors Cinema has ever seen. Until then

CIAO

[jimsmovieworld]

PEGGY SUE GOT MARRIED- 1986 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

A nervous Peggy Sue (Kathleen Turner) attends her high school reunion while going through a divorce with her husband Charlie (Nicolas Cage). She wins the prom queen award and faints during her acceptance speech. She wakes up back in high school with a chance to do it all over again....

Very fun! Easy to watch. Nicolas Cage is hilarious in this. He was nearly fired for the voice he was doing that strange voice but managed to convince the director to let him use it.

Directed by Francis Ford Coppola.

[tenaciouspostfun]

If you are looking for a fun musical Rock & Roll Man is for you. At the New World Stages Gary Kupper, Larry Marshak and Rose Caiola have written a fun show about Alan Freed, the man credited with inventing the term Rock & Roll from the vast R & B singers of the 1950's and 60's.

The musical is somewhat informative about the Cleveland DJ who refused to have the new music of that era silenced. Freed would end up drinking himself to death. Although it wasn't made really clear in the play, Freed was a womanizer, cavorted with gangsters, Joe Pantoliano as Morris Levy ( Pantoliano would double as Leo Mintz, a record store owner).

As Alan Freed, Constantine Maroulis sings and dances his way into the audiences hearts. With a spunky cast and set(Tim Mackabee), and gitchy but insightful costumes (Leon Dobkowski) and backing both of these two spectacles is superb lighting by Matthew Richards and Aja M. Jackson. Freed is able to tell his story about how he brought Little Richard (Rodrick Covington), Valisia Lekae as VaVern Baker, Dominique Scott as Jerry Lee Lewis and many more to the big stage and gave them plenty of air time, even toured with them. It was Freed that took the time, the chance, giving these great artists a shot at the big time.

Eventually Freed would come to New York City radio (WINS) and would meet Levy, a promoter, nightclub owner (Birdland) and gangster. This would lead to many problems. Already in the crosshairs of the FBI, J.Edgar Hoover (Bob Ari) would investigate Freed for graft (payola). It is here where the story gets dicey and weak a little bit. Was Freed in a drunken stupor, or was Hoover actually there? It was never really clear and the cross dressing scene with Hoover was very cheesy, indeed! I think the direction (Randal Myler) at this juncture in a otherwise good musical gets weakened. For the most part the Choreography by Stephanie Klemons is strong. The vast majority of the actors impersonating the famous singers are spot on.

In the music and lyrics by Gary Kupper, the show hammers out some terrific song... "Ready Teddy", "Sixty Minute Man", 'Jim Dandy" in the first act and act two with... "Peggy Sue", "Roll Over Beethoven, "Good Man" and the final song with the great voice of Maroulis "Rock and Roll Music".

As far as a musical goes, "Rock & Roll Man" is a goody; as its plot line goes, it is fair at best bordering on weak.

[dirtypuzzlewrites]

Fanfic Masterpost

My name is DP, and this is an 18+ blog in that you might encounter some NSFW or explicit writing and a lot of gore/body horror/guts on the outside lovingly described from time to time.

I write for: Naruto, DC, ATLA, SPN, BNHA, BTS/kpop, Teen Wolf, SW (mostly prequel/EU/Clone Wars), and GOT. I'm open to most things and the list will eventually expand. (Anything colored I actually have published. Everything else is in the drafts.)

If you'd like to ask me to alpha or beta, send me a DM and we can chat. Depending on what you're looking for and how long the fic is, I'm more than happy to consider it!

Published Works Under the Cut:

Spillover series - post-Kamino AU - WIP - 4/?

Things never could’ve stayed the same after Kamino. All Might didn’t simply pass on his legacy; his retirement created an event horizon that neither Midoriya nor Bakugou could return from. This time, however—for this point of no return—they have adults willing to intervene on their behalf. [Or: A hospital visit changes things for the great.] This is a series of one-shots that explores a bit more adult intervention without taking the characters out of the action. Very hurt/comfort, very Talking Through Your Shit.

Go Back On and Make Good series - Time Travel AU - WIP - 1/5

“Duty will ask all of you for everything, if only so that someone will give it. Pray to the gods that it isn’t you and accept my pity if it is. Because it is pitiful, and no one will let you forget it.” (The real story of Kakashi Hatake is written down, sealed, and stored in its entirety at the back of the Hokage’s wartime bunker. Konoha’s Rokudaime becomes a figure of legend. No one knows their name, their face, or when they became Hokage, but no one else is allowed to hold the title. Rumor has it that they were a past Hokage brought back to life. They don’t realize how right they are.) Massive 5-part Naruto Peggy-Sue. I started this years ago and am still in the process of cleaning up the first fic so I can continue it. It's not dead, but it hasn't been updated in a while. I swear I will get there lmfao.

Heist Me Up - Canon Compliant? AU? idk - WIP - 1/?

It starts, like most of Ochako’s better ideas do, as a bout of envious window shopping. Shouto would like to state for the record, though, that he was on board from the word go, and is always down to break the law. He just figured that he could help Ochako snag a few goodies along the way. The Hero Commission stuff and the finding family stuff, well. He’s still processing it. Ochako just laughs and ropes Izuku’s mom into filing the lawsuits because they’re both nice like that. Crack fics that explore a chaotic Ochako & Shouto brOTP.

How We Win the War - Modern Magic AU - WIP - 6/?

Namjoon lives in transition. Always in the now, the present that never looks back and never plans for tomorrow. He’ll do anyone a favor for a price and only comes up for air in the niches he scatters around the globe. He doesn’t want a coven. He lives in-between and eyes forward. [Or: Namjoon needs a new apothecary. The coven that runs it won’t seem to leave him alone.] Inspired by Up We Go by Oh_Hey_Tae. (Definitely go read that.) This fic has entirely gotten away from me, and the hours spent on research hopefully doesn't go to waste.

To Steal Our Seoul - Modern AU - WIP - 1/?

You’ve heard success stories, you’ve heard the tales of bright-eyed kids making it big on nothing but faith and ramen noodles, clutching a dream tighter than they ever did their sense. But do you have time for the failures? Time for the deep crevasse of those that slipped on the ice and fell through the mile-deep cracks? Sometimes we need sacrificial lambs, not heroes. State secrets aren’t so secret anymore, and a handful of dreamers are going to get sucked in and never find their way back out. They can’t let their Seoul die, not when it took so much blood to find it in the first place. “Bearing that in mind, the question which remains to us is this: what is humanity? What do we have to do to keep humanity as one thing and not another?”—Han Kang, ‘Human Acts’ Stand-alone fic for BTS/Mamamoo. Modern AU with a bit of a twist. Gets really political and fucky, though I've only got one chapter out right now. Also heavy on research.

Sworn and Razed - Anakin Has a Twin!AU - WIP - 1/?

Tatooine is where memory goes to die. The galaxy leaves junk in their sand to never be dug up again, including the bones of Outer Rim slaves. Her father—a man Mama has never talked about—has no grave and no name, no stone or marked plot like the dead on real planets do. Lukka shears the flesh from bones when His sands rip across the horizon, the only vulture His winds. Mama tells them early on how it is: your name is your memory, and you’re remembered as long as there are folks that still say it. Don’t forget the names of the people you love; don’t forget; don’t forget; you won’t forget Mama, will you, Tan-Tan? Zeynatan will have a grave even if it’s the last thing she does, even if she has to dig up a thousand tons of rock. Nobody will forget her name; they’ll have to write it into their history books and carve it into their marble statues. Obi-Wan Kenobi left her in the desert to be forgot. Took her brother away from her. Surely hoped the twin suns would burn away her memory, her spite, her rage. And Obi-Wan Kenobi will die for it. Based on the tumblr post by @/wizardarchetypes's childhood OFC.

[annarellix]

The Survival of Margaret Thomas by Del Howison

1870s - Missouri

Margaret ""Peggy"" Thomas and her husband, James, lead a simple and peaceful life; she tends to the farm while he works as sheriff in the nearby town of Bleak Knob. Their evenings are spent doing the thing they love most-being together.<.br> One afternoon, after picking up fabric at the general store, Margaret watches helplessly as James is gunned down on the sidewalk in front of her. Days of mourning turn into weeks and then years, filled with little more than grief and alcohol. A telegram, announcing the upcoming trial in Arizona of one of the men responsible for James' death, rouses the widow from her misery. Neither inexperience nor the prospect of a long and difficult journey will stop Margaret from facing her husband's killer. Along the way, Margaret unexpectedly gains some new companions as she is joined by a free-spirited gypsy woman and a diminutive moonshiner. Together they will face the danger and violence of the Old West, but only Margaret will be able to answer the question that's plagued her from the beginning: Is she seeking justice or revenge? Told from Margaret's dark point-of-view and In the epic tradition of True Grit comes The Survival of Margaret Thomas.

Book page: https://www.pandipress.com/books/#survival_margaret_thomas

My Review: When I got this book I thought it was a sort of western-horror and I was curious about this mix, new to me. I have to admit I didn't read a lot of Western stories in my life even if I read books about life of the pioneer (My Antonia by Willa Cather is a favorite) The Survival of Margaret Thomas is not a horror as we usually intend this term: it's the story of the descent of a woman into a personal hell, of how she started to live again. It's a great book that does not spare any uncomfortable details, a travel into a wild world that is going to change. Margaret is an intriguing character, strong and frail at the same time. The author did a good job in developing the characters, i liked the dog as he's realistic and lively. The plot flows, kept me hooked and I rooted and felt for Margaret. This is the first book i read by this author and won't surely be the last. My bad I didn't discover him before but I added a number of his books to my horror TBR Highly recommended. Many thanks to Pandi Press Books for this digital copy, all opinions are mine

The Author: Del Howison is an award-winning editor, journalist, fiction author and actor. He has been nominated for the Bram Stoker Award four times (and won it once), for the Black Quill Award twice, for the Shirley Jackson Award and for the Rondo Hatton Award. Along with his wife Sue, he founded and has operated Dark Delicacies (America’s Home of Horror) in Burbank for 17 years.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/584190.Del_Howison Twitter: https://twitter.com/DarkDel Website: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/584190.Del_Howison

[phoenixyfriend]

So @atagotiak (Tia) shared an idea a few weeks ago, and we had a bunch of fun with it.

Peggy sue Au with a random young Jedi might be fun. Very new Padawan or youngling at the time of the rise of the empire. And I’ve seen a few of that but tbh the focus I’m thinking of is the Anakin pov of “this young child fucking hates me for some reason???”

Not focused on bashing or overwrought angst for Anakin. Just confusion and mild indignation. Maybe he’s rivals with this kid now specifically in a comedic way.

My suggestion was Cal Kestis. Specifically with the thought that having the 'Cal is Obi-Wan's oops baby' trope at play would be hilarious.

Tia asked: Is Cal aware? Is Obi-Wan aware?

And tbh, most of the AUs where I've seen it are "Obi-Wan is capable of babymaking," so he definitely knows in those.

Tia:

Is Anakin aware? Also, regarding Obi-Wan’s affections Anakin: This isn’t a contest (but I’m winning)

Obi-Wan: Maybe he found out that I'm his biological parent and is now jealous. I'll have to speak to the crechemaster to let them know he's at risk of--

Anakin: NO NO GO BACK WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S YOUR KID???

Tia:

Wanting to get closer to Obi-wan could be a decent cover for some things, given how important he is But also even if there is some wistfulness about familial connection I bet Cal’s sometimes like “why couldn’t my bio-parent have been Shaak-Ti? That’d be so much more convenient”

It would be genuinely funny if Cal didn't even know about the bio connection until the crechemaster sat him down to talk about Jealousy Of His Biological Parent's Padawan.

His stated rationale is probably “hates cool person bc he’s being contrary” given how most material seems to indicate the kids thought Anakin was really neat. Whatever Cal feels about Bio Family and latent idolization of Obi-Wan (especially taking into account Obi-Wan sending that last message to get away) Cal really does have bigger things to deal with than that. But changes things. At least, changes how people perceive him