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The demo reel has thankfully been delayed, but since they asked us to animate 3 whole ass scenes from our graduation film, I didn't actually work on my own animation 🧍

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jjba thursday: part 4 ep 4-6

this week was a little better than last week. I still get so stressed an anxious about everything every day all the time but im starting to get into a rhythm. I like having something to look forward too-- I even made popcorn! yay!

my reactions to these episodes below~

episode 4 - The Nijimura Brothers, Part 2

rip koichi lol

rip the billion brother lol

"the incompetent will hinder the capable without fail... and life is only worth living when it has growth" I did not expect such hard lines this early in the episode wow

oh! interesting scene transition! I like that

josuke chose to save billion bro bc same hair,,, kinda

this abandoned house is now reminding me of smth... maybe a children's hospital... with and interesting design.........

what... the enemy stand is literally a tiny army???? ok.....

what does it say about the politics of jojo's bizarre adventure that the enemy is a highly organized and highly weaponized tiny military (styled after the US army.) combined with this fear of a great evil lurking in this small quiet town...... hmmm..........

koichi's stand can't be much better than freaking hermit purple right. like the logic of the arrow is the badder the person, the stronger the stand. and koichi's a freaking square

egg

wait what just happened. did he use the weapons shining diamond destroyed earlier?? ok,,,

episode 5 - The Nijimura Brothers, Part 3

koichi...... istg

stepped right into that one huh koichi

so. that's their father right

I know the anime is trying to say this creature is terrifying but I think he's kinda cute. in a funny way

oh....

ok but wait. when you shot the criminal guy w the arrow, you just unleashed him on the town to kill josuke. why, if the ultimate goal is just kill your dad

damn. the ideas and themes in this one. familial bonds. cycles of abuse. punitive justice, restorative justice. this is jojo's bizarre adventure

oh shit!

ok so breaking news: I've been watching the dub but this episode im watching the sub and.... do all of the stands reference music that explicitly? and im just not knowledgeable abt it? or is it just red hot chili pepper

damn youre getting sucked into the outlet and the last thing you do is be mean to your lil bro

ok grieve I guess

next enemy stand user is..... tired of working?? dude same but idk how fulfilling it would be to kill jotaro kujo about it

and now they're friends. wow friendship is magic!

episode 6 - Koichi Hirose (Reverb)

koichi....... KOICHI

what is happening. why is it happening.

im still at a loss for words. I- what

a real slippin jimmy. right? wow

or maybe a reigen arataka...

koichi why is your dog's name police

oh my god. what is happening???

dang

ew ew ew gross what the fuck

egg

uhm. what the hell is that???

ok this is an interesting stand. but why does it look like that....

koichi. why does your stand look like that. cicada inspired sure, but why's it got skateboard wheels

what in the world.............

huh

I-- uhm... ok. this truly is a Bizarre Adventure (I hope this con artist guy isn't a recurring character. I generally like con artist characters but not this guy)

ok but this is still left unresolved: did josuke heal billion bro's dad, will jotaro kujo tell josuke about the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and koichi why did you name your dog police. police??? wait is that referencing the band The Police????

next time on jjba thursday: I will miss even more references to 80s bands

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In which Martin and Gerry help Jon acquire a cat, among other things. 

“Martin, look!”

A phone is shoved in his face; on the screen is a tiny black kitten sprawled on a carpet with the headline “Free to a Good Home!!” Martin knows where this is going.

“Finally time to bite the bullet, eh?”

“We could surprise him!” Gerry’s voice is animated as he waves his phone in the air. Martin loves when he gets like this, unguarded and sweet. “You know how stressed he’s been. Honestly, I’m shocked we haven’t gotten one already.”

“Well, he’s certainly been hinting at it.” Martin gestures broadly at the walls of the bookstore, decorated with various cozy knick knacks and art they’ve picked up at charity shops. There’s no less than three oddly majestic cat paintings along with a shelf of tiny porcelain felines, not to mention the gaudy clock that has cat breeds instead of numbers. Jon has...particular taste. “Not very subtle, is he?”

“Should I message them, then?” Gerry squints at the screen. “We met them at trivia a few months ago - Mara, the one with the-”

“Green hair, yeah.” Martin remembers the night rather fondly. Gerry usually spent most trivia nights scowling in the corner and making snarky commentary with Jon, but on that particular occasion he had a few drinks and was considerably more relaxed. He managed to charm half of the bar with his stories and wit while Jon stared on, adoration clear on his face.  “But you know Jon would kill us if we didn’t let him have a say. You know how he gets, he needs to prepare-”

“-buy ninety toys-”

“-think up a ridiculous name.” They both laugh at that- Jon’s got a penchant for renaming their friend’s pets when he doesn’t think their moniker “suits them.” He’s gotten into more than one fight about it. “Text him so he doesn’t stay late, though. I’m not staying up until midnight again.”

“On it.”

_______

They hear Jon before they see him. 

The door creaks open, alerting them to his presence as Jon lets out his usual long-suffering sigh (Gerry fondly calls this mood ‘The Bouchard Blues.’) His clothes are wrinkled and his eyes are barely open; from the slight indent on his face, Martin reckons he fell asleep at his desk again. Gerry meets him at the door, grabbing his bag and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Rough day, love?”

Another sigh, this one a bit more huffy. “Elias came in at half past four with a box of ninety random documents and wanted them all organized by tomorrow. Impossible, of course, unless I stay the night-”

“But you came home!” Gerry says it with a sort of wonder in his voice; Jon very rarely stands up to his boss, no matter how ridiculous the ask. 

“W-Well, you said it was important,” Jon looks between them with large, worried eyes. Always assuming the worst. “It’s nothing bad, is it?”

“Jon, I thought the twelve reassuring texts and afternoon phone call put that to rest,” Gerry replies as he steers them towards the couch. “Suppose I should’ve just told you. I wanted it to be a surprise.” He unlocks his phone and scrolls until he finds the ad, handing it over to Jon.

His eyes immediately light up, alert and awake. “Cat!”

“Cat,” Martin agrees, settling down beside them. “We were thinking of getting one for the bookstore-”

“Of course,” Jon’s smiling that rare, bright grin and Martin melts just a little. “It’s only logical. And I do like black cats-”

“Damn it!” Gerry groans, startling them both. He throws his phone down on the couch, crossing his arms in a sulk. “Someone just claimed her. I knew I should’ve said something-”

But Jon’s already fishing his phone out, his smile not dimming in the slightest. “There’s a shelter not too far from here- I’ll see if we have to make an appointment. Martin, can you call Georgie? She’s got an excellent carrier for the Admiral, and she can probably recommend other necessities-”

They end up going to bed at midnight anyway.

________

“I still don’t see why we had to order so much,” Martin complains after another confirmation email lights up his phone. The credit card bill’s going to be astronomical this month. “Surely we’re overpreparing. We don’t have room for the deluxe cat tower in the shop, and we certainly don’t need one for the flat as well.”

“I assure you these are all necessities, Martin.” Gerry and Martin are both fairly tall, but even they have trouble keeping up with Jon’s brisk pace, sharing a fond look over his head. Jon managed to find them a Saturday appointment with a rather impressive combination of wheedling and charm. When it came to cats, Jon didn’t pull his punches. They made it to the shelter in record time and Jon burst through the doors, his next words full of self-importance. “We’re expected. Jonathan Sims.”

They’re led back to a large room by an amused assistant, Jon at the front of their little line. Martin watches as his eyes light up upon seeing the many cages that lined the wall; even Gerry seems a bit excited, though he tries to hide it by hanging back. Gerry’s never been much of an animal person; he shares Jon’s distaste of loud and jumpy dogs too unpredictable in their behavior. He only just started getting used to the Admiral, and that was through much prodding on Jon’s part. Jon’s love is surprisingly infectious. 

Jon peers into each cage intently, answering every inquisitive noise with a prim “Pleased to meet you.” One of the first cages contains a fluffy brown cat with curious eyes and Martin stops to poke a finger through the door. “Walnut” (as provided by a helpful nameplate) does not respond, though she seems interested. 

Jon’s already halfway down the row before he stops in his tracks, eyes trained on a large, grumpy ball of gray fur sitting right at the bars of the cage. He’s missing an eye, and he begins to growl as soon as Jon nears him.

“This one.” He declares, staring as if entranced. He hasn’t even touched it or attempted to pet it- they’re locked in some sort of silent standoff. Martin’s reminded of those romantic comedies Jon and Gerry hate, where couples lock eyes across the room and it's love at first sight. He surreptitiously takes a picture. Adorable. 

“Jimmy?” The assistant inquires. Jon scoffs at the plainness of the name. “He’s been here awhile. Not very friendly, I’m afraid.”

“No, not Jimmy.” Jon offers up a hand, and the cat comes closer, sniffing at it with suspicion. After a few moments, he butts his head against Jon’s hand, earning a smile. “Lance Corporal.”

“No.”

Jon swivels around, eyes narrowing at Gerry’s words. It’s the first time he’s spoken and he’s got one eyebrow quirked up in amusement. It’s a good look on him. Jon, however, is having none of it and he puts a hand to his hip. “And why not?”

“It’s such a mouthful.” Martin has to agree; it doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. “I’m not going to call him that. What about Lance?”

Jon wrinkles his nose. “Ew.”

Martin sighs; Gerry and Jon get along like a house on fire but when they bicker, they bicker. He eyes the cat that’s now rubbing against Jon’s hand and purring; he hopes the its sudden geniality will extend to Martin and Gerry. Jon would pick a cat that’s just as prickly as he can be.

Martin gives it a good look, coming up beside Jon at ‘Jimmy’s’ cage. The cat immediately stops its gravely purr, it’s eye now trained on Martin. It’s unnerving, Martin never thought a cat could radiate authority but this one surely managed to. If any animal deserves a title, it’s this one.  “What about the Captain?” he asks in a fit of inspiration.

They both turn to look at him; Gerry amused, Jon thoughtful. “Go on.”

“It’s a title, you always liked the naval ones.” Jon nods in agreement, the beginnings of a smile on his face. “He looks like an old sailor, very distinguished. I dunno, I think it’s cute.”

“The Captain,” Jon whispers in awe as the cat resumes rubbing against his hand. “Martin, that’s perfect. Inspired, even.”

He can’t help preening a bit. “Thank you.” Gerry rolls his eyes.

And then there’s the moment of truth- the assistant opens the cage door and Jon steps forward with all the solemnity of a man about to be knighted. He reaches out his arms and the cat lets itself be picked up, going limp as Jon brings it to his chest. He sighs in contentment, giving himself one more moment of bliss before he perks up and opens his eyes.

“Now pick yours.”

_________

Three. They’ve got three fucking cats.

Martin and Gerry immediately began to refuse, but Jon was insistent. “The Captain is obviously very partial to me, and I think you should have some say in who we adopt. If we each get one it eliminates any favoritism. It’s only logical.”

There was nothing logical about it. Three cats and three people in their tiny flat, or worse, destroying their bookstore. They didn’t have the space, the cats might not get along, it would be too expensive. But Jon wouldn’t hear of it, countering every point in a calmness that was borderline unnerving. Martin shot Gerry a pleading look; he’d gone silent after the initial refusal, content to let Martin do most of the arguing, but he just shook his head in amusement- he knew how this would end, and Martin did too. As the final nail in the coffin, Jon deployed the eyes and that’s how he found himself in the front of a taxi with a lapful of Walnut. She’s a friendly thing, instantly purring on contact and meowing whenever he turned away. Martin hadn’t the heart to turn it away.

Gerry took more time. He slunk around the cages and the cats seemed to sense his reluctance. But soon he came upon a small, sleek black cat, not unlike the one from the Facebook post. It was a tentative thing, barely coming to the edge of its cage to sniff at his fingers, but Gerry was determined, patiently waiting the fifteen minutes it took to get him to warm up. Martin didn’t point out the similarities between it and a certain goth, though he shared a knowing look with Jon.

“I’ve got it - the Unfathomable Void.”

“Dear God,” Martin muttered, rolling his eyes. So dramatic, the both of them.

Jon snorted. “That’s a bit much.”

“Okay, Lance Corporal.”

“Excuse me-!”

“Settle down, boys,” Martin put a hand on Jon’s shoulder, he looked liable to pounce. “If that’s what you want, go for it. But we’ll call him Void for short.” Gerry nodded, seemingly satisfied. Jon continued to scowl, though without any heat.

The cabbie was definitely not pleased at having to cart around three men and three cats. He muttered the entire drive while Jon bounced in the backseat, cooing at his companion. Gerry sat much more stoically, though Martin didn’t miss the tiny smile as the cat nipped at his fingers. Jon’s insistence on multiple supplies was starting to make sense now. He definitely planned this from the beginning, sneaky thing.

“Oh no,” Jon suddenly said upon entering their flat, struggling with the carrier in his hand.  Martin’s starting to think he shouldn’t have picked such a massive cat. “I forgot this was for the bookstore!” 

“Well, yeah.” Gerry sat his cage on the ground, kneeling down beside it. “I figured mine or Martin’s would do. The Captain’s not very friendly, Jon.”

“But what if they get lonely? We can’t split them up.” Jon’s eyes dart around the room, growing more conflicted by the second. “Perhaps we should keep them all at home.”

“There’s no room, Jon! And no one’s here during the day.” Martin surveys the room- the three carriers already seem to take up an enormous amount of space, not to mention the living creatures inside of them.  And all of those packages, that damn tower…

“You can take them back and forth. Commute.”

“Christ, we did not think this through.” Gerry’s smiling even as he says it, watching as the Unfathomable Void slowly makes his way out, sniffing tentatively at the air. Walnut’s content to stay in her cage, and Martin tucks her in a corner away from the other two. Jon’s already got the Captain out, holding him in his arms and refusing to let him go.

“You’re right, we didn’t.” Jon agrees, tucking his face in the Captain’s fur. “We should’ve gotten four-”

“Fuck’s sake, Jon!”

“Let’s talk about this later, alright?” Gerry takes Martin’s place as the voice of reason, a rare occurrence. “We’ll keep them at home, let them get used to us, and then we’ll figure out the bookstore situation. No sense getting worked up about it now.” Jon sighs, cradling the mass of fur to his chest and plopping down on the couch. Martin’s sure they’ll be at it again tomorrow; Jon sniping as Martin tries and fails to put together a massive cat tower, Gerry groaning about whatever surprises the cats left for them in the morning. The next few weeks were going to be stressful, to say the least.

For now, though, he sits with his partners once again until midnight, watching their new additions roam about the flat and ignore each other. Jon frets, Gerry sighs, and Martin unsuccessfully attempts to steer the conversation towards anything but cats. By the end of the night, only Void manages to feel at home, curling up in Martin’s favorite armchair (much to his chagrin). Could’ve gone worse, Martin cheers himself with. They’ll get used to the flat. And the bookstore. Probably.

Later that night, once their partner’s asleep and snoring softly between the two of them, Martin turns to Gerry, borrowing Jon’s patented sigh. 

“We’re gonna get a fourth cat, aren’t we?”

Gerry’s voice is just as resigned. “Yeah, reckon so.”

“Christ.”

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Others in the JGM series:

What We’re Given and What We Make

At the End of the Day

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28945809

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JUDGE BATHORY PLEADS HER CASE

[7/13/17].

Alexander W. Benson II

           Judge Jennifer Bathory is being interviewed on a Sunday morning television show.  Her purple polyester jumpsuit complements her short, businessman's haircut.  It makes her look rugged while showing her retrospective taste in clothes.

           Jane the anchorwoman is wearing a ruffled white blouse with a black knee-length businesswoman's skirt.  Her hair is a blonde wave.  She leans forward as she focuses on her guest with eyes that pierce through you like an inquisitor's.

           "We are here today on this gorgeous Sunday morning," says Jane, "and joining us today is a woman who has made it in a world dominated by men.  Ladies and gentleman, Judge Jennifer."

           "Thank you, Jane," says Judge Jennifer. "It is great to be here."      

           "You are known for being a no nonsense judge who doesn't put up with anything in her courtroom," says Jane, "regardless of who they are or what they do."

           "Jane," says Bathory, "my parents never let me get away with anything.  They knew they wouldn't be doing me any favors by letting me get away with things my friends would, or for that matter, what most parents let their kids get away with these days."

           "That must have been tough," says Jane.  "Did you ever feel any resentment toward them?"

           "Yes I did, Jane," says Bathory.  "Sometimes I used to get angry with my parents, but I was just a kid so I didn't realize they were only doing it for my own good. My father expected nothing less than the best from me, and although I didn't like it one bit, it paid off in the long run.  I went to Harvard, became a corporate attorney, and finally a judge.  I guess my dad knew what he was doing when he locked me out in the kennel on those cold February nights."

           "You've certainly made something of yourself," says Jane, "but recently you have been suspended from the bench pending an investigation by the state bar association.  Would you please elaborate on that?"

           "Jane, there is a conspiracy against me because I'm a woman," says Bathory.  "If you were ever in my courtroom, you would know that I run a tight ship."

           "Yes," says Jane, "but would you tell the audience out there why you got disbarred?"

           Judge Jennifer snaps at her.  "I didn't get disbarred Jane."

           "Sorry Jen," says Jane, "I mean--"

           "I know what you meant, Jane," counters Bathory.  "I am being persecuted."

           Jane shakes her head.  "I don't agree with that."

           "Don't give me that look, Jane," says Bathory. "I'm being persecuted because I'm a woman."

           "But the committee that's investigating you consists mostly of women," says Jane.  "There are only two men in that group."

           "Don't give me that bull and cock story!" says Bathory.  "They are simply working for the other side.  Clearly, those women have no integrity because they have been paid off by the men.  And you know how men always stick together."

           "What makes you think that?" says Jane.

           Judge Jennifer looks up in the sky and mutters under her breath, "What have I to do this one?"  She points her finger at Jane as she is looking upward.  She raises her voice a little.  "It couldn't be more obvious, Jane!  People have been out to get me ever since I've been a judge.  I have to look like a man so people can take me seriously."

           "I thought you enjoyed looking like a man?" says Jane.

           "Watch it," says Bathory.  "I'm getting sick of your attitude."

           "That's tough," says Jane.  "I'm not in your courtroom."

           "But you will be," says Bathory.  "Then you're going to feel my wrath.  You'll be sorry the day you crossed swords with me."

           "Wow," says Jane.   "It did not realize it.  You know, we women should really stick together.  I'm disappointed in you, though.  Talking about war and the like.  You almost sound like a man."

           "You want a punch in the nose?" says Bathory.

           "Relax," says Jane.  "Just relax.  I didn't mean anything by it.  Now I'm going to view some footage of you in your courtroom role, and the way you behaved in that capacity."

           An image of Judge Bathory's courtroom flashes across the big screen.  It is the case of Jimmie.  During the showing, Jane is forced to look away in disgust several times, and she even gags a little.

           Judge Bathory is all smiles until she looks over at her host.  "What's wrong with you?"  When Bathory resumes watching, she leans forward and goes into auto-hypnosis. "Look at this.  You're about to see the part where I put the fear of GOD into this little punk.  It was my shining moment."

           The clip was running for about two minutes when Jane says, "That's it.  We're cutting to a commercial."

           Bathory looks at her and says; "What's the matter? We were just getting to the best part."

           "We are back here after watching that obnoxious behavior," says Jane.

           "You're right that kid was obnoxious," says Jane. "You ought to see some of the real hard cases that walk into my courtroom.  This one time, there was this jaywalker, and let me tell you that this guy didn't think the rules applied to him.  This is the lesson I taught him."

           Jane the anchorwoman says, "Jennifer, I think I understand why you are being investigated."

           Bathory gives Jane a look that says, Who, moi?

           "Yes," says Jane, "Jennifer, I mean you. The only one that was being obnoxious was you."

           "Is that a fact?" says Bathory, "and I no longer want you to call me, Jennifer.  I want you to call me Judge.  Just Judge.  Got that? Even you should understand that."

           "Don't you realize you are terrifying those people who come before you?" says Jane.  "I could see if you were dealing with violent criminals, but you're locking up decent citizens for committing minor infractions, and then you throw away the key.  I think you have a serious ego problem."

           "I took an oath to protect society form those monsters, Jane," says Bathory.

           Jane forces a smile for the audience.  "Don't you think your actions constitute a pattern of unprofessional behavior?"

           "I see you are with them," says Bathory.

           "With who?" says Jane.  "Oh, you mean I am a part of a conspiracy, and I've got no idea who these conspirators even are?  You ever listen to yourself when you speak?"

           "You'll see," says Bathory.  "When I get back on the bench I'll find you in contempt and issue a warrant.  Then once my cops haul you back in my courtroom you'll realize who's the boss. You don't respect authority, and you need to be taught a lesson."

           "You can't do that," says Jane.

           "Don't you tell me how to do my job, girlie," says Bathory.

           Jane says. "But I'm not.  You're not allowed to do that."

           "I'm a judge," says Bathory.  "I can do whatever I want.  I represent justice and respect for the law."

           "But you're not just, Jennifer Bathory" says Jane.

           "The name is Judge," says Bathory.  She points her finger in Jane's face and adds, "Don't do that again.  I'm going to find you in contempt next time."

           Jane looks at her for a moment.  "You know, you are like talking to a little kid sometimes, and, um--"

           "Um is not a word," says Bathory.

           Jane looks a moment longer as her dark eyes twinkle in deep thought.  "You have to leave."

           Judge Jennifer folds her arms in defiance. "Make me, you coward."

           "Coward?' says Jane.  "You only act tough when you're surrounded by police."

           "That's not true," says Bathory.  "I'm not surrounded by the police right now."

           "I'm not going to hit you," says Jane.

           "I knew you didn't have the guts," says Bathory.

           "Security!" says Jane.

           Before any of them could get out there, everyone in attendance soon found out why nobody messes with Bathory.  She flew threw the air and tackled Jane, who found her blonde mane locked into the eagle-like claws of Judge Bathroy.  Jane tried to rip herself free but Bathory was a ball of fury.  She ripped Jane to the floor, and started kicking her MMA style.  It was all Jane could do to curl up into a tiny ball on the stage.

           Several security officers, all of them large men, fought with all their might to free the defenseless Jane from Bathory's grip, but the judge had the strength of ten men.  One of the men was heard to remark, "There's no way she's a woman. She's not even human.  Even Eichmann put up less of a fight."

           Finally, after fifteen agonizing minutes, using tasers and pepper spray, which didn't work, and finally a choke-hold, the men rescued Jane, but it was too late.  It was said that Bathory was a dangerous animal that had to be put down. Everybody waited in silence as the ambulance came to pick up Jane's body.  When the medics knelt beside Jane's body, one of her legs gave a little kick.

           "She's going to be all right, people," says one of the medics.

           "She's not all right," says one of the security. "She might live, but she's never going to be the same ever again.  Nobody could live through that savagery and come out of it okay."

           Her father is standing next to the guy. "That's my little girl you're talking about.  She's my family, and she's going to make it.  My little Janey is going to bounce right back.  She's going to be better than ever.  You'll see."

           "I hope you're right," says the big guy.

           The dad pokes him in the chest.  "I know I'm right, and you can put that in your pipe and smoke it."

           As for Judge Jennifer Bathory, they didn't put her down.  At least she never got euthanized like a rabid beast.  As for her legal career, she never got to practice again. According to her, "They disbarred me because I'm a woman."

 THE END