#Romeo and Julian was written by General Juliet

[thatgordongirl]

Ghosts Season 1 References to the ghosts’ lives

Finally got through the first season on all the references and inferences to the ghosts’ lives, hope everyone likes the results?

Episode 1 - Who Do You Think You Are? 

Fanny is Heather’s Great-Grandmother

Mary could make baskets and died in a witch trial

Kitty ate and dislikes eggs

Julian mentions his by-election victory speech from 1991- very inspiring, very long, and a few smutty jokes. This particular by-election occurred after the death of a conservative member on 20th September 1991 in which a labour member took their place. Whether it is altering that by-election to insert Julian or if it is completely unrelated all together is unknown (Take with a grain of salt, I am an Aussie who doesn’t know the intricacies of British politics) 

Robin lived on the land first, but Fanny owned the house 

Both Alison and Captain love gardens/garden views 

When Thomas was alive, he heard a rumour that a plague girl could be heard singing in the pantry

Julian is wearing two rings: his wedding ring and presumably his Cambridge ring 

Fanny was pushed out of the window by her husband George

George was having an affair with two other men 

Mary could milk a cow

Episode 2 - Gorilla War

I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General was written in 1879, so Captain most likely heard it when he was alive 

Kitty sings The Lark in the Morning, dating back to 1778

Julian is a first from Cambridge

Once, a bear was able to see Robin

Julian references compact discs, but also seems to have some knowledge of technology

Robin references a cousin 

Julian claims to have, as a lead envoy, solved the Arabian crisis in 1991 by starting a war 

The plague ghosts know how to fix the old boiler, they were most likely there when it was fixed previously

Not a living thing, but Pat calls Thomas Tom in this episode and it’s adorable write that down

Julian refers to the Watney MP having sexual relations with horses (That’s right, plural) 

Julian references a liberal in a sailor sauna (And he was not there to learn about boats) 

Thomas most likely read Romeo and Juliet when alive

Episode 3 - Happy Death Day

Pat was killed when teaching his scouts archery, in which Keith accidentally shot him. He died calling out for someone to call his wife and driving the bus into a tree. (Self-explanatory, still horrified me)

Captain references a speech made by Winston Churchill

Robin talks about fighting with rocks and sticks and bears (recurring theme apparently)

Kitty thinks her father is dead, which may imply he didn’t die on the grounds 

Kitty’s sister Eleanor told her that people made babies by pressing their ears together 

Captain references The Blitz, a German bombing campaign that occurred during WW2, and the Luftwaffe, the German airforce 

The east wing’s drainage was put into the house in 1894

Pat’s death day was October 27th 1984

Julian mentions extending the Bramptons in 1986, he ran it through the MP expenses 

Robin has a flea in his ear and worms 

Julian shot fish in a barrel once at a Party Conference in Bournemouth

Pat’s family come every year on his death day to the tree that he crashed into, which came down after the storm of 1987

Pat has a son, Daley, and a wife, Carol

His best friend Morris had his own set of keys to their house

Pat came home one Sunday from camp and found all Morris’ clothes on the floor, he and Carol had an affair

Captain mentions the Western Desert campaign and Bernard Montgomery

Thomas had probably eaten figs and drank wine

Julian has taken part in a ‘Norwegian picnic’ and ‘Himalayan Campsite’ 

Mary says that when you saw a swan in her town it was the devil at play 

Julian is wearing a watch on his left wrist

Daley had (what I think to be) beige pants, he’s an accountant, he’s happy 

Carol is busy with the bowls club, Morris is sweet but very small

Pat’s grandson is named after him, and has Pat’s legs 

Episode 4 - Free Pass

Julian remarks that he was never fond of cornflakes 

Thomas liked eating an egg atop a cutlet, a thin slice of meat from the leg or ribs of mutton, veal, pork or chicken

Button House is from the 15th century, 1469 to be precise 

The facade is mid-16th century 

Captain assumes the actors will be dressed in loincloths, oiled up, and kissing each other. I don’t know if that’s a Tim period thing or if Captain’s just seen freaky stuff 

Henry VIII dined in the banqueting hall, he had swan, hog, dumplings and figs and stank out the privy (I’m dying rn)

Mary is from the Stuart era, Humphrey from Tudor, and Thomas from the Regency

Pat dislikes veggie sausages 

Julian likes to bet on horses 

Julian’s free pass was Samantha Fox

Both Julian and Margot had lists, Margot’s included Wolf, Cobra and John Fashanu from the 1992 show Gladiators 

Thomas’ rivalry with Lord Byron is mentioned 

Pat references video cassettes 

Thomas believes that Lord Byron stole one of his verses 

Robin asks why Toby is doing a rain dance 

Julian remarks that the free pass wasn’t a joke in his marriage 

Episode 5 - Moonah Ston

Fanny falls from the east wing window, and is notably dressed in grey

She’s Edwardian. This era is placed between 1901-1910, but some say it ended with the beginning of WWI in 1914. As Fanny mentioned having a ticket for the titanic, this would place her between 1910-1914

Julian met Barclay at a party fundraiser at Button House

Julian heard a funny story on a golf course involving Bruce Forsyth-Johnson, a British entertainer

Pat loves dogs so much he’s willing to get sick, bless him

Julian references The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde

Fanny possibly ate turtle soup, oyster rissoles and pheasant 

Captain is unsurprisingly able to shoot a gun

“Gleaming bundook op from the civvy” and “boshing jerry” is Captain just saying that the civilian is good at shooting and he’ll be out fighting Germans in no time 

Mary knows how to properly prepare a pheasant

Robin had his own site on the grounds that Stonehenge apparently copied, and he remembers the ritual reading 

Fanny is disgruntled by the cutlery and says they should be on the outside, which was how she was taught 

Fanny also seems to have knowledge on Barclay’s family 

Kitty says she’s wearing what she died in, pretty self-explanatory there

Thomas is well aware of techniques for public speaking such as dramatic pauses, but clearly wasn’t good at using them

Thomas references Saint Cuthbert

Pat references Betemax 

Julian is aware of Barclay’s poker ability and his bank account in Fiji 

Robin’s connection with the moon is rooted in it being the only thing that’s been around as long as he has 

Captain mentions light pollution, which only began getting addressed in the 1950s, though he could’ve learnt about it earlier or later

Episode 6 - Getting Out 

Robin liked eating cooked meat

Julian likes fondue 

The house was worth a thousand pounds in Fanny’s era 

Julian has committed fraud to get money 

The plague ghosts have had falling outs before, but they’ve never lasted longer than 20-25 years

Pat describes having music on the go, unaware that it already exists 

Fanny hid an Arabic jewel in a box under a floorboard, it was given to her husband by Queen Empress Alexandra. He pawned it. 

Captain has ear hair 

Captain’s limbs creak, it is a joke of course, but canonical so my hands are tied

Kitty likes to talk about balls and eligible men

Robin has seen many people come and go from the house

The plague ghost skeletal remains are under the house 

Captain was aware of the bodies in the basement 

[andromedavwrites]

Are the boys that you have date Daring going to be OCs or are they going to be offsprings of other Grims Brother fairytales? Because you mentioned how the show has no boys, and I think it would be really cool if you got other fairytales and characters from the Grims Brothers tales and added their offsprings as those characters!

I also love the idea of an EAH reboot and I watched the animation you did for it and I love it so much!

hiii!!! okay so!! i’m going to be creating more children of fairytale characters!!!

specifically the one i’m talking about for Daring to date actually already has a name that i’ve given him!!

His name is Felix Princely, son of Prince Siegfried from the Swan Lake tale!!!

It always annoyed me that Duchess was the only Swan Lake character’s child that we got to see, especially when it’s a romantic ballet like-

i need me the other members of the ballet!!

i’ll also be giving us the Merry Men, and characters that are book exclusive(like Nate Nutcracker)

also debating adding more children of Shakespeare characters as well, as in the books we have the daughter of King Lear(Clara Lear)

but!!

i hate shakespeare

i’ve read a Midsummer’s Nights Dream, hated it.

Been in Romeo and Juliet, hated it.

so! i don’t wanna put myself through more shakespeare research!

but if I do decide to use shakespeare characters we’ll definitely get more men from that!!! (Julian Capulet, son of Juliet) (Thayer Fae, son of Titania) (etc)

but god do i hate shakespeare!!!

anyway i will include more classic ballets as well(though a lot of them are already fairytale inspired)

BUT THAT MEANS I CAN USE ANASTASIA(the ballet) BECAUSE WOOOO I LOVE THE STORY OF ANASTASIA!!!

and within the lore of EAH, new stories apparently crop up from backgrounders or something??? because Swan Lake wasn’t composed until 1875 but the Grimms Fairytales were written and told before 1812 and that is when the first EAH generation is from??? and we can assume the EAH takes place 200 years later-

anyway i went on a bit of a tangent!!

tldr: yes there will be more sons of grimm’s fairytale characters/ballet characters/maybe shakespeare characters

[pennamesmith]

Romeo and Skeletor

Double Trouble needs dating advice. The Super Pal Trio is here to help. More Skeletor stories! 

*

“Remember,” Wrong Hordak recited, “recovery comes from connection!”

Several hands went up. Most belonged to clones. This was a common and welcome sight in Wrong Hordak’s Ex-Horde Therapy Group.

“And no,” Wrong Hordak continued, anticipating everyone’s question, “that does not necessarily mean romantic connection, or even connection with another sentient being. It means that in order to heal our traumas, we must be a part of the world around us, and acknowledge the world as a part of us.”

Most of the hands went down. Thoughtful murmurs rippled through the crowd. It was the end of another day of helping and healing. With a few more words of wisdom Wrong Hordak closed the meeting, and the assembled members began to stand and make their way out of the room. Most seemed sanguine and cheerful, but one stayed seated and watched the others wearily.

Double Trouble was the group’s newest and most skeptical member. They were trying, they really were, but it wasn’t easy. A lifetime of artful deception did not exactly lend itself to sharing or emotional honesty.

They had their reasons for being there, though.

Wrong Hordak, effervescent as ever, looked over and winked. “Another successful session, my most exalted paramour!” he told Double Trouble proudly. “Now then, I must consult with Perfuma about the itinerary for next week’s field trip to Mystacor. But tonight, I hope you are prepared to be dazzled by my famous quiche!” He beamed brightly.

Double Trouble worked very hard to maintain a calm expression while their stomach did acrobatic flip-flops. “My breath is bated, darling,” they finally managed, before scurrying off to the other side of the room.

The thespian cursed, internally. It should not be this difficult for a shapeshifter to hide a blush.

Closer to the door, Hordak was showing Adora something on a data pad. Double Trouble wended a wide circle around them, even as Adora gasped in surprise and began babbling what certainly seemed like juicy gossip. They simply weren’t in the mood.

Outside, Catra, Scorpia, and Entrapta were strolling away together, while the scorpion princess spoke excitedly about something called ‘Super Pal Trio Game Night.’ Double Trouble pricked their ears — this, perhaps, was a more promising prospect for their problem.

They took a step forward, and were immediately interrupted.

“Where do you think you’re going, hmm?”

Besides Perfuma, Wrong Hordak’s other assistant for his therapy group was ‘Skeletor,’ one of Entrapta’s eccentric bots. Once, he had been a part of Horde Prime’s drone army. Now, he had a nasally voice, a talent for self improvement, and a puppy.

The puppy’s name was Relay.

“How’s this for a surprise?” Skeletor said, holding Relay and patting the robotic canine gently on the head. “I’m considering putting him on a leash!”

“That’s very nice dear, but you’ll have to excuse me,” Double Trouble deflected. “I’ve got issues right now.” They began to move past the skinny robot, before a thought occurred to them.

“Actually, you might be able to help me out with something. Tell me, how do you feel about aiding and abetting identity fraud? I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Mehehehehe! Just like the old days!” Skeletor cackled. “All right, you’ve got yourself a deal! What’s your plan?”

*

Shadows Over Salineas was going swimmingly.

It wasn’t really a game night, more of a game afternoon, but that hadn’t stopped Scorpia from bringing a tower of boxes into Entrapta’s Bright Moon lab. An entire world of cardboard and plastic was spread out before the three women.

“I am going to finish this Sword of Protection quest!” Catra angrily declared as she moved her game piece back and forth. “No matter how long it takes!”

“Okay, but the Evil Horde already has a lot of points at the Princess Alliance table,” Entrapta cautioned, gesturing to another part of the board. “Plus they’ve got a lot of tanks in front of the castle.”

“Anyone want to help me battle the Laughing Dragon?” Scorpia spoke up from behind a clawful of cards. “I’m gonna —”

She was cut short as the laboratory door suddenly opened and Skeletor slouched inside, wearing a miserable expression.

“This is the worst day of my life!” Skeletor moaned, flopping bodily across the table. Game pieces flew in every direction and clattered on the floor. The other three exchanged nervous glances.

Catra tossed her cards aside. “Well, I guess this is what we’re doing now. What’s the matter, boneface?”

“You’ve got to help me!” Skeletor blubbered. “When are you goody-goody fools going to understand? I care for no-one and no-one cares for me!” He shook his fists and produced a rose tied to a card covered in cartoony hearts.

Scorpia tilted her head. “Is that a flower?”

“It is a flower!” Skeletor howled. “The bitter rose! From a secret admirer.” He clutched it to his chest lovingly.

“Seriously?” Catra floundered. “Does somebody actually have a crush on that goof?”

“I know it sounds strange,” Skeletor retorted. “Never mind that!”

Entrapta rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “So, to be clear. You’re happy about getting the rose?”

“Yes, I am!” Skeletor shouted.

“But it’s a problem because…?”

“I live to be bad!” Skeletor whined. “How else can I act when I’m surrounded by such fools?” The robot swooned again. “Nice? Doesn’t sound like much fun to me! Yuck! What a disgusting idea!”

“Oh, I get it!” Entrapta grinned. “Skeletor needs us to teach him about love!”

Scorpia’s eyes sparkled. “A Super Pal Trio rescue mission? For love? I accept without any further questions!”

“Wait, wait,” Catra protested. “Stop. No. None of this makes any sense. Entrapta, is this another one of your secret friendship experiments?”

“Nuh-uh,” the scientist shook her head. “But... it is unexpected. Skeletor, are you sure you’re feeling all right?”

Skeletor looked uncomfortable. “Certainly! Um… Tell me about the loneliness of good! Is it equal to the loneliness of evil?”

Entrapta seemed suspicious. “Hang on,” she said, peering more closely at Skeletor. “Something isn’t quite right here.”

At that moment, Skeletor walked into the room, again. This time he was holding Relay and a fresh armload of barbarian romance novels.

“I can’t do it,” he admitted with an apologetic shrug, sheepishly handing back the books. “And, I do not look like you.”

“Oh phoo. I went too far, didn’t I?” the other Skeletor sighed, in a completely different voice. “I knew this wasn’t going to work.”

In a flash of dark light, Skeletor morphed into a decidedly more reptilian shape. Double Trouble huffed and tossed their hair back. “Well, that was different, at least. I’ve never done a robot before!” They paused. “Not in that sense, anyway.”

Catra started out of her chair. “What are you doing here?” she demanded.

“Just what I said.” Double Trouble sat back down on the table and nonchalantly studied their nails. “I need advice. Romantic advice. And since you three are all half of some of the oddest couples on the planet, I thought I might start here.”

“Okay,” Entrapta said, already beginning to take notes. “But you’ve come to me for that before. Why the disguise?”

Double Trouble looked away and muttered something.

“What was that?”

“I said it’s because I was embarrassed, all right?” Double Trouble crossed their arms and pouted. “This is not something I usually need help with. I’m supposed to be the one who’s cool and in control. I’m Double Trouble! But now I keep feeling things! In my mind, and my body! Making my guts act all weird, and my brain stop working, and… gah!”

“Those are called emotions, Dee Tee,” Catra deadpanned.

“Plus, you and Wrong Hordak have been going steady for a while now,” Scorpia added. “What’s the matter? Oh no! Have you lost… the spark?” She gasped, claws to her face.

“Just the opposite. Wrongie is perfect! He’s always in a good mood, he always wants to spend time with me, he always knows the right thing to say, and he’s just so darn cute! All the time!” Double Trouble’s face sank. “And sooner or later he’s going to realize that I’m not perfect, and it’s all just an act.”

“You don’t have to be perfect,” Entrapta pointed out, looking up from her notes.

“This is just like what happens in Romeo and Julian!” Double Trouble wailed, ignoring her.

“What?” asked Skeletor.

Double Trouble sniffled. “It’s a play. Someone in the Bright Moon army wrote it and it’s been getting rave reviews in all the theatre magazines — oh, but that’s not important! We’re talking about me!” The lizard flailed their hands helplessly. “What I mean is, it’s like we’re from two different worlds!”

“What, Horde World and Etheria?” Scorpia guessed.

“I’m thinking more Innocent Baby World and Cynical Opportunist World,” Catra cut in.

“Hey!” Double Trouble snapped. “I am not a cynic! Anymore!”

They turned to Scorpia. “But I can still make it work! I just need more research. Your girlfriend is all about this self-care nonsense. How do you deal with that?”

Scorpia got a dreamy look in her eyes. “Yeah, Perfuma’s pretty great. She’s kind, and patient with me, and she knows all kinds of meditation stuff, which is good because hey, funny story, it turns out I’ve actually got a lot of pent-up anxiety from —”

“Ugh! Useless! Next!” Double Trouble pointed to Entrapta. “You! Space bats. How do they even work?”

“Good question! I could share some of my research on Hordak with you,” Entrapta suggested. “It’s more of a hobby though, so I’ve only got a few terabytes of data. Did you know their species has an entire sub-language of ear movements? It’s fascinating!”

Double Trouble paled. “Um. Do you have an abridged version, or…?”

“Look,” Catra interrupted. “I think you’re coming at this the wrong way. First off, you can’t control what other people do or feel.”

Double Trouble narrowed their eyes. “That’s a bit rich coming from you, kitten.”

“I have been doing a lot of self-reflection the last few years, okay?” Catra growled back. “And trust me, trying to be the coolest, the strongest, the best? It doesn’t work.”

She looked across at Entrapta and Scorpia, and fiddled with the wedding ring on her finger. “Sooner or later you have to show your real self. Even if that’s uncomfortable. You can’t connect with someone that way until you’re willing to be weak in front of them.”

Double Trouble regarded Catra for a long time while their face registered a range of unreadable emotions.

“Fine,” they finally groaned, defeated. “But can you at least help me think of something nice to do for our dinner tonight?”

Catra smiled. Entrapta and Scorpia squeaked in excitement.

“For that, you’ll need my help!” said Skeletor. “I’ve longed for this moment!”

*

Wrong Hordak looked up brightly from his cooking. “You are here! Come in, come in!” He swept Double Trouble up in an enormous hug.

The lizard blushed and did not try to hide it. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world, darling.” With a flourish they revealed a rose and a box of distinctively tiny chocolates, which Wrong Hordak accepted gleefully.

“Now then, why don’t I stand back and let you impress me for a while?”

Wrong Hordak glowed with excitement.

“Impressive?” Skeletor said, somewhere far away. “You boob, it was spectacular!”

[allhallows-art]

Lost Generation // 4

Note: this is the longest instalment yet and I’m so hyped. Hopefully, soon enough, I’ll be able to focus more on one story point at a time as juggling between two/three is fun but challenging. Enjoy.

Story Summary: The Achievement Hunter boys try and survive their preteen years, trying to make friends and sort out their own problems as well as each others. When will they realise that working together, no matter their differences, would help them all?

Words: 1836

Warnings: swear words. That’s it. And I hope that’s the worst I put here.

PART ONE // TWO // THREE

Ryan was one of the last students to enter the classroom, slipping quietly into the only open seat. He cursed under his breath for being late as not only did he have to sit next to a stranger but the seat was at the opposite corner of the room. His slight humiliation was dragged out as he shuffled past the desks to reach the seat, dropping himself into it with a sigh. Once sat, he paid no mind to the person next to him but instead his focus turned to the small nameplate that read his name. Ryan guessed that seats had been assigned once the students were settled and he’d been stuck next to…wait, who was he even sat next to? His icy gaze lifted to the person next to him and he breathed a sigh of relief. “Hey, Ryan,” Lawrence whispered, trying to not catch the attention of Miss Dunkelman as she spoke about rules and expectations. “Didn’t think of you to be the type to be late,” he joked, his pen moving across the page of his book yet not a single word was written. A simple trick to have the teachers at least think you were paying attention. “Oh, yeah. Some kid needed help with his bike. It was either help him and be late or get trampled on by a million other kids trying to get into school.” The boys shared a laugh and it reminded Ryan of the previous year when the pair had just met. They’d been stuck in a pair during drama class, the number of boys out weighing the girls. The task was simple, act out a scene from Romeo and Juliet from the scripts they’d been given. At first the boys argued, each saying that neither of them should be Juliet, when an idea surfaced. Using a pen, they quickly adapted the scripts to a “bro” version which they’d named Romeo and Julian. The teacher was not please at all by the defacing of the script but gave them points for creativity. The two didn’t see each other much outside of drama class but cherished the moments they had, anyways. Ryan was focused on talking with Lawrence, catching up with each other. Lawrence explained how he and his siblings had gone to a summer camp and Ryan felt himself slightly envious. He couldn’t imagine not having his parents watching over him like a hawk for more than a few hours, never mind the whole summer. Miss Dunkelman soon caught on to the chatter and told them to silence, Ryan distracting himself by scanning his eyes over the other students. Only when he looked directly in front of himself did he notice that garish shirt. His eyes stared between the two girls giggling in front of him, his gaze locked on the Hawaiian shirt he recognised all too well from that morning. That was the kid that ignored Gavin.

Ryan pursed his lips and glanced to the boy sat next to him, his dark hair an absolute mess as his hands kept raking through it. He tried to pin point their names, swearing they’d been in classes previously, but nothing came to mind. The bell came as a shock, Ryan not realising how quickly the time had gone. He slowly stood and grabbed his bag, letting Lawrence move around him and towards the door. “Look, just come to my place tonight, Jack.” The words came from the messy haired one, Ryan now seeing his tired face. A camo backpack was slung on to his shoulder as Jack rubbed at the back of his neck. “I dunno, Geoff. Dad has to work late tonight and I should make him some sort of dinner before he gets home,” Jack tried to get out of Geoff’s plan but it didn’t seem like he would win. “Stop making up excuses,” he said, his eyes suddenly looking to Ryan who didn’t realise he’d been lingering just a bit too long. “What do you want?” Geoff spat, Ryan just mumbling a quiet apology and heading out of the classroom.

“What was his problem?” jack questioned, pushing his book into his bag as Geoff shrugged his shoulders. “No idea. But, either way, I ain’t letting him distract me from this discussion. You’re coming to my house tonight to watch a scary movie and that’s that.” Geoff’s words were final, Jack just sighing and reluctantly giving in to the boy’s wishes. The pair made their way out of the classroom, giving their teacher a wave as they left the room and submerged themselves into the flood of students in the hallway. “Hey, I’ll see you later, Jack. Can’t believe I’m stuck with gym first,” he groaned, Jack chuckling. “You’ll be fine. At least you haven’t got maths today,” he said and the two gave each other a knowing look and parted ways, Geoff heading deeper into the school and Jack moving not too far down the hallway to his class. Geoff barely paid attention as he walked, his tough figure being able to easily push past anyone that got in his way. People usually didn’t fight back against him as he did this, mainly because he only pushed them a little, but he stopped dead in his tracks as someone slammed into his front and seemingly disappeared. “Fucking, watch it,” a grumbled voice came from below as Geoff glanced down to see a redhead on the floor. The words would’ve usually angered him but Geoff couldn’t argue it wasn’t his fault. “Sorry, dude,” he mumbled, helping the kid to his feet as the crowd around them thinned out. Geoff got a good look at the kid’s face, his cheeks slightly crimson with anger and he could see the rage flickering behind the glasses. “Just watch it,” he snapped and pushed past Geoff to continue down the corridor. “Jeez, that kid has problems,” Geoff muttered under his breath, raising his eyebrow. Not once had such a frail kid even spoken to him, never mind in such a way. Shaking his head, Geoff continued to the locker rooms and stepped inside. Looking inside he guessed that, with the lack of gym teachers this year, the boys were of mixed ages. There were faces he’d recognised and some he’d never seen before, some who were too tall to process and others that were tiny. He tucked himself into a corner, pulling out his gym clothes and quickly changing as most of the others were nearly done. “Alright, boys! Speed up! I do not have all day!” a loud voice echoed through the changing rooms and there stood Mr Gibson, Geoff sniggering at how tight his clothes were. “He honestly looks like he’s squeezed himself into a student’s clothes.” The comment came from a short brunette, his body stocky but his height was not impressive. His friend stood next to him, looking the complete opposite with lanky limbs and being even taller than Geoff. The joke raised a laugh from the taller one and he slammed his hands over his mouth to stop from being heard. “Something funny over there, boys?” Mr Gibson questioned, his fingers playing with the whistle that hung around his neck. “No, sir,” the two said simultaneously and hurried into the gym, Geoff watching with a raised brow before walking himself past Mr Gibson and into the gymnasium.

The gym was pretty bare, the group of boys lined up against the side of the room as Jeremy took note of the tape that had been used to line out a track. Great. Running. He was by no means the fastest person in the room. Short legs meant small steps. He glanced up to his friend, Trevor, once they were against the wall. “You’ll ace this,” he mumbled, Trevor looking at him with a confused expression. “How do you even know what we’re doing?” he asked and Jeremy rolled his eyes. “There’s a track, dumbass. And you’re the tallest in the class. I bet you can easily beat all these guys,” Jeremy was trying to just encourage his friend, not wanting him to grow nervous about his awkward physique. But it instead caused Trevor’s eyes to glimmer mischievously. “how about, if I beat everyone, you gimme ten bucks?” he proposed, a smirk on his face. Jeremy took a second to think before just nodding. “You’re on. And if you don’t, you owe me ten bucks.” The pair shook hands on their agreement and Mr Gibson blew his whistle to silence the chatter amongst his class. “Alright, boys. Today we’re doing time trails. All you have to do is three laps around the track that is mapped out. So, run fast. The three worst runners will have an extra special training session with me after school today. Because, in my class, we don’t reward winning. We punish defeat.” He spilt the boys into three groups of five, getting them set up and then blowing the whistle to signal the first group to go. Jeremy watched form the side-lines, holding a stop watch to time one of the other kids, his attention on Trevor. He felt bad for the kid he was supposed to watch as Trevor was able to easily lap him and finish first. The class continued the same way for each group, Mr Gibson letting them collapse on to benches once he was satisfied. “Well, it seems that Trevor had the fastest time out of the whole class. Good job, kid,” he announced, patting the boy’s back. He then called out the names of the worst three, Jeremy lucky enough to have somehow been faster than at least one person in his group. The teacher began to set up for the next task, letting the kids take a break as he did so. “See? I told you that you’d do it,” Jeremy said, his legs crossed as he sat next to Trevor. Trevor had his own legs stretched out, his arms behind him to prop himself up. “And now you owe me ten bucks,” he said with a goofy grin, it suddenly disappearing when he remembered something. “Oh! I forgot to say but I hope you don’t mind that I asked some people to hang out with us today? They’re both cool, I promise.” A small frown came to Jeremy’s lips, eyes looking down at his hands. “But we promised we’d stick together this year,” he mumbled and Trevor pouted. “And we are. I’m not ditching you, just making some new friends. Look, Lindsay is awesome and so is Michael. I think you’ll get along great. Plus, we’ve come up with the idea to make a gang and we could do with a sniper,” he said, elbow poking Jeremy’s side. His face gave a pleading look to the other, a look that Jeremy could never deny “Fine. I’ll give them a chance,” he sighed, Trevor fist pumping in the air. “Hell yeah! I swear it’ll be amazing.” He said and gave Jeremy a hopeful smile.

[pennamesmith]

In the 80s show “Corporal Romeo” was a captured Horde officer who defected to the rebellion for love. Romeo and Julian (written by General Juliet) is about a Horde clone who does the same. It’s a romantic comedy musical and everyone lives.

Romeo and Skeletor

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“Remember,” Wrong Hordak recited, “recovery comes from connection!”

Several hands went up. Most belonged to clones. This was a common and welcome sight in Wrong Hordak’s Ex-Horde Therapy Group.

“And no,” Wrong Hordak continued, anticipating everyone’s question, “that does not necessarily mean romantic connection, or even connection with another sentient being. It means that in order to heal our traumas, we must be a part of the world around us, and acknowledge the world as a part of us.”

Most of the hands went down. Thoughtful murmurs rippled through the crowd. It was the end of another day of helping and healing. With a few more words of wisdom Wrong Hordak closed the meeting, and the assembled members began to stand and make their way out of the room. Most seemed sanguine and cheerful, but one stayed seated and watched the others wearily.

Double Trouble was the group’s newest and most skeptical member. They were trying, they really were, but it wasn’t easy. A lifetime of artful deception did not exactly lend itself to sharing or emotional honesty.

They had their reasons for being there, though.

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