#aaaand peggy

[junipers-insects]

DAY #29 of ERRORINKUARY

Prompt: Confession

Aaaand we're done!

This was fun!

Hosted by @rawrlands !❤️

[thesoftboiledegg]

"Fear No Mort" was constant whiplash. In fact, I struggled to evaluate this episode at first because it was one twist after another. Throughout the episode, I had flashbacks to "M. Night Shaym-Aliens!" (the rap scene might've been a direct reference) and the Rickbot reveal in "Ricktional Mortpoon's Rickmas Mortcation."

For better or worse, season seven's had a lot of callbacks and episodes that mirrored previous ones: "That's Amorte" played out like "Mortynight Run"; "Air Force Wong" brought together Dr. Wong, the president and Unity; "Rise of the Numbericons: The Movie" was a "Get Schwifty" sequel.

Seasons six and seven have also piled on the fanservice. The first four seasons stubbornly refused to give us what we want, dangling fan theories or a gentler Rick in our faces before yanking it away. Rick started to change in season five, but it's another ten episodes before you get Rick in a suit and tie, Rick announcing that Rickcest is canon, Rick regularly going to therapy, Space Beth joining the family and other content that's floated around the fandom since 2017.

And let's not forget the big one: C-137 Rick and Morty, Prime Rick and Evil Morty in one episode, fighting and teaming up after we saw Evil Morty's once-forbidden backstory.

Some call it cheap thrills, but I call it a gift to the fandom that's patiently waited for the fakeouts to end. And now that I've said that: "Fear No Mort" was one giant fakeout.

But was it, though?

This is the most unpopular opinion in the world, but I'm not invested in Rick and Diane's relationship. As a gay woman, I just don't connect with opposite-gender couples. Also, I dislike the trope of the idolized dead wife that the audience only learns about through her widower. She's not her own character, just an extension of the male protagonist.

When the fake Rick and Diane reconnected, I thought "Oh boy, this is getting cheesy." They're falling for each other again: check. Rick feels guilty about her death: check. We see how similar they are: check. Rick doesn't want to leave: aaaand, check.

I'm also a little lost after the ending. Morty was the only one in the hole, so why did we see all these scenes from fake Rick's perspective? Was an NPC really that busy?

How much we learned about Diane is debatable, too, since Morty never met her. I guess his ideas came from whatever Rick's told him and maybe the ship's voice since she's based on Diane.

I did like how the episode kept reminding us that Morty's still in the Fear Hole. I mean, we didn't know that, but we knew that. No "Are they in the Fear Hole or not??" until all the twists in the third act.

Aside from that, I don't want the show to revisit the past too much because Rick needs to let go. If you're a Marvel fan, you saw the backlash to Steve Rogers traveling back in time to spend a lifetime with Peggy in "Endgame." He had a life in the present, but he refused to move on.

Nostalgia makes us yearn for earlier years, but if Rick abandoned his family to live with Diane in another reality, I wouldn't call that a sweet ending. I'd call that a disappointment and a waste of his character.

Turns out, Rick never had that option at all.

Well...in a way, he did. And when Morty told him what he saw in the Fear Hole, Rick ran back to the restroom. He looked into the hole. He thought about it. And then he did what I wanted him to do, which was walk away. In this moment, he chose the present.

Admittedly, Morty's fear came true: Rick didn't jump in the hole after him, he did just sit there and watch, and he didn't want to say that Morty's irreplaceable out loud. Plus, Rick was bewildered when Morty hugged him. But for the first time, instead of standing stiffly or gently pushing him away, Rick started to hug him back.

We also saw what Morty didn't: Rick smiling to himself after hanging up the picture of Morty that he kept in his wallet. He had the chance to wallow in shadows of the past, but he didn't take it. Rick chose him.

"Fear No Mort" could've ended with Rick just saying "Let's go" and leaving, but it didn't. Seasons one and two Rick would've bitched and moaned about Morty taking so long. Season three Rick would've left him there for a while to torment him. Season four Rick would've found a way to take advantage of this.

But seasons five, six, seven? That's real character development. That's what all the Twitter users saying "Wow, Rick and Morty is actually good" have been missing out on.

And for the first time in the series, a season didn't end with Rick relapsing or getting a (well-deserved) ass kicking. Is Morty going to get the grandfather that he deserves? Or will he move on, too, now that Rick's releasing his iron grip? Speculating is fun, but for now, let's focus on today.

[bea-schuyler]

aaaand peggy!

shes so cutie patootie hahhahahahahaha (im insane bro)

[vonlipvig]

tagged by @audiodramatist thank you nick!

rules: put ur five fav character into a poll and let people vote and tag five people to do the same

okay, to do this somewhat fairly, let's go with some ladies i've been obsessed with lately.

aaaand tagging @lesbiandarvey @maester-of-spreadsheets @xek-xek @varenychenko @facetsofthecloset (and whoever else that wants to do it ofc!)

[silly-audio]

Okay thinking about Swap!Rebecca and Swap!Bucky Bucky gets a draft letter, Rebecca finds it first and takes his place (Rebecca is the older sibling, Buckys 17-18 and Rebeccas 20-25) Aaaand throw in Captain Carter + Peggy x Rebecca CapN'Barnes always a winning combination <3

[protagonistheavy]

Aaaand the title of most disappointing episode of King of the Hill quickly goes to season 2 episode 6 "Husky Bobby." An episode in which Bobby first discovers the confidence of wearing plus-sized clothes that properly fit him, and subsequently discovers that he has a passion and knack for modeling, immediately becoming financially successful in the field. Of course, traditional Hank wants to discourage him from that career, refusing to take him to modeling sessions and outright removing him from the middle of photoshoots. Bobby insists he walk the runway of a plus-sized boys fashion show even as it begins without him and Hank is dragging him away, until a group of teenagers arrive to interrupt the show by throwing donuts at everyone. Bobby thanks Hank for his foresight of the humiliation he would have received, and Hank's lesson for us is that sometimes a father just knows what's best (w/ the joke that mothers are well-meaning but usually wrong, which ends the episode with Peggy affirming she has a "higher lifetime average of being right").

Wow what a shitty way to end what has otherwise been one of the funniest and more charming episodes. Do I even need to say it? Fatphobia and queerphobia blatantly being represented as normal encouraged traits that make for better personal well-being; you can be proud of being fat (unstated: or queer) but you shouldn't show it (literally what Hank says outright mid-episode). I know King of the Hill walks an awkward line between conservative and liberal humor -- it pokes fun of conservative lifestyles and thinking while also enjoying some digs against liberal politics to appeal to that very same conservative audience -- but its messaging per episode generally sides on being more openminded and accepting.

It really stands out that this theme is just plainly written... wrong. Any viewer should realistically be on Bobby's side the whole way through, wanting him to achieve success with his passions. If you replaced plus-sized modeling with any other activity, the story arc would be the same: you'd want for Bobby to prove it to his dad that he's happier being proud of himself and accepting who he is. Beat for beat, it goes exactly as you would expect it go, even down to the moment where Bobby admits he should give up, walks for the exit, Hank says "Bobby... wait," as if to say, "Go out there and do your best," .....................but instead, it goes with the gag, "let's put this poncho over you to cover you up on our way out." Hank proceeds to remove Bobby as they watch the donut chaos break out; Bobby states he "feels good" about not having been down there, and says "I feel like [Hank] could get me out of anything :)" This dialogue is so comically unnatural, entirely because this isnt how the emotional arc should go! It's disturbing that the message here unironically is, "You shouldn't be proud of being fat or queer-coded because teenagers will bully you." What a terrible message for adults, the target audience of King of the Hill after all -- how many parents watched this with their kids and nodded solemnly, hoping this embarrassed the gay out of their children?

It almost feels like an outright incorrect ending because of how jagged the final few minutes of the episode are. Not only do you get odd dialogue from Bobby, but even the argument with Peggy has a strange tone that feels contrary to how Peggy acted the whole rest of the episode. The show even gives Bobby a really strong line when arguing to go on the runway: "Is that it? Are you afraid I'll be embarrassed, dad? Or are you afraid you'll be embarrassed?" This is the last line he says before turning to the director and handing in his hat, saying he won't do the show since his dad won't let him. It's disturbing how the writing is on-point up until this exact moment, when it decides to go hard on the gag "Hank is right anyway" and then also proves that yeah, apparently he is right.

Here's a real King of the Hill ending to fix this episode, for free, from me. Ahem.

Bobby turns to the director to give up on the show. Hank: "Bobby, wait... [hands him the sailor boy hat] Go out there and make your dad proud." Bobby goes first on the runway and wows the audience, Peggy and Hank watch and cheer for him rowdily as if it's a football game. The teenagers arrive and try to humiliate the models by throwing donuts; Hank takes a stand against the teenagers, threatens to kick their asses or call the police, gets them to disperse. Though Bobby is grateful for his dad's defense, Hank's threats/actions also get him comically in trouble with the fashion production crew, forcing Bobby to quit modeling and return the show to its status quo, though ultimately he's happy to simply have found a new passion and confidence in wearing clothes that fit.

There you go, a positive ending that keeps the charm of the show, doesn't validate bigotry, supports self-expression and ones pursuit of arts, while also retaining lightheartedness, whimsy, comedy, and the return to status quo. Creativity was plainly not the problem in the drafting room, unwise writers were.

This episode was so funny otherwise. Even when the jokes were blatantly poking fun at fat people or queer expression, having a body-positivity perspective still allowed some of that humor to shine through, since often the jokes didn't hinge on humiliating a fat person -- more just making light of the awkward nature of plus-sized clothing and male modeling, the irony that by conventional standards, Bobby is ugly, but by the standards of plus-sized fashion, he's iconic and outright successful. The writers also made the decision of presenting much of the modeling as weirdly semi-sexual, which I just... don't think is an accurate representation of actual boy-aged models lol? I mean, idk what magazines or ads the writers are basing any of this on, I'm gonna take a guess and suggest they referenced no real-life modeling careers in this field, and just made the bigoted assumption that, surely, boy-aged models are actually being used for some gay sex thing. From the very beginning, unfortunately, the writers were dead-set on being homophobic, and I guess the fatphobia just came naturally afterwards.

Can't understate how funny this episode is though. My favorite gag is a car ride home after an interrupted photoshoot where Hank cuts each person off before they can talk, with Luanne saying "but you don't know what I was gonna say...!" Hank and Bobby proceed to argue more, and after saying nothing else, Luanna ends the scene with "My hair is stuck in the door..." Jesus. Christ. Perfect comedic timing, perfect thing for Luanna to have to say, perfect visual gag of the slight zoom-out to reveal her hair flapping outside the car. Maybe this isn't actually THAT funny but god it hit me right on the mark.

Now you know why "most disappointing" is not an exaggeration.

[crunchontoast]

C- Creature (half. alive)

R- Rabies (Your Neighbours)

U- Usojanai (Soushi Sakiyama)

N- Next Up Forever (AJR)

C- Chelsea Dagger (The Fratellis)

H- Hurry Hurry (Air Traffic Controller)

O- Out of Style (The Wrecks)

N- Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien (Edith Piaf)

T- The Dj is Crying for Help (AJR)

O- One Summer's Day (Joe Hisaishi)

A- Ashiato/Footprints (the peggies)

S- Say It Back (tv room)

T- Two Trucks (Lemon Demon)

Yes I'm aware two of these are My Hero EDs but what the fuck else do you want me to do?? Listen to good music??? I'm weak okay.

@inka-boi @hiro-doodlez @safwunnz @zucchiyeni @confettibonez @cakesmelons @kwai0 @moonstned aaaand @lightyearssurrogatedaddy again cause I'm running out of people lol

c'mere come children come join the fun

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people.

Tagged by @sailforvalinor, and thank you this looks like fun!

Remember and Proclaim (Andrew Peterson)

All I Ask of You (Jackie Evancho)

Innocence (Nathan Wagner)

Níl Sé'n Lá (Celtic Woman)

I Still Need a Savior (Billy Sprague)

No Strings (Ed Sheeran)

Take Me Back Road (Tim & the Glory Boys)

How Great is Our God (Chris Tomlin)

Everything Sad is Coming Untrue (Jason Grey)

El-Shaddai (Amy Grant)

Voice of Truth (Casting Crowns)

Endlessly (Amaranthe)

Not Alone (Red)

I'm an Open Road (Paul Brandt)

Never Leave Your Side (Sam Tinnesz)

Good to Be Alive (Skillet)

Hoo boy, can I think of sixteen people?

@griseldabanks @kraytwriter @kingofattolia @catkin-morgs @clawedandcute @nerdychristianfanboy @steampunk-archer @sergeanttomycaptain @smhalltheurlsaretaken @scribblermerlin @authortobenamedlater @stainedleather @mrtobenamedlater @mrgartist @get-loved-nerd @a-fount-of-blessings (Ignore if this is a repeat tag. Unless you want to do it again. Up to you. :)

[mavo85]

Made a trip to Aruba 🇦🇼 to adopt & meet this little man and to give him a new loving home 🏡🐾🐶❤️

I actually would not had to travel to the Island, but I wanted to meet my new puppy & see his personality. Aaaand literally he picked me… When we went into the shelter, he ran up to me & stayed with me, while all other pups followed my friend Peggy & got distracted. I dont know who picked who… I think it was LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT 😍

[hollywoodx4]

Sticking With the Schuylers (39)

Hi! It’s been a crazy week, but 39 is finally done! There are so many things I want to do with this story and these characters, I’m always very happy to hear you guys are reading and enjoying because that means I get to have the most fun in this world even longer :) 

Shoutout to @oosnavi for being my sounding board for the 2 weeks we’ve been developing Emily and literally listening to the paragraphs upon paragraphs I’ve sent. The true MVP right there. 

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Tagging: @linsnavi  

Warnings: This story is pretty heavy on mentions of both physical and emotional abuse.

               When an old flame dies out it leaves ashes, and embers, and rivers of tears.

               Supposedly.

               These are none of the things that Peggy Schuyler is feeling. In fact, there is a sensation of lightness when Enzo calls her to end their relationship-a really shitty move on his part-that helps to soften the blow. Instead of tears, there are upturned lips and a curious heart. She hangs up the phone, tossing it on her upturned covers, before moving to change her relationship status on social media.

               Single. The word that had once carried the weight of a natural disaster now floats in the air above her, through the glow-in-the-dark stars that line the high ceiling. It doesn’t come down to her level, although she feels it should be. And in this haze of feelings, of solitude and relief and peace, all she can do is shift over, grabbing her phone and holding it gently between two hands. His name is still etched in her contact list, four letters. They’re just that-letters. Attached to the name is a photograph, one they had taken while stuck on the subway one afternoon. Enzo is fun, lighthearted. His broad nose and face-consuming smile bring her own lips to turn in the memory. They joked, they laughed. He was comedic, and impulsive, and just weird enough to bring into her circle of misfits.

               But even then, had he been enough? She should be crying-isn’t that what girls did after breakups? She hadn’t cried when she’d broken up with Leo or Nick, either, but she’d been young then and the relationships consisted of group trips to the movies and sweaty hands held over greasy, aromatic popcorn. This should be different. Peggy had been dating Enzo for a few months; they’d gotten serious. In this frame of time, in his mind, serious had meant a few fumbling moments of awkward sex while her parents were out of town and ‘really great’ beer purchased by an older cousin of his. She’d thought it was cool, feeling older and more mature even though the beer made her stomach bloat and her head spin a little.  And sure, the sex was awkward but when Peggy had told Maria about it she’d just laughed, tipping her head back and shaking her head. It’s just because he’s your first. It’s always awkward the first time.

               It hadn’t gotten less awkward-in fact, the longer their relationship progressed, the more out of place Peggy began to feel. She wasn’t sure just what was wrong, or how to fix it, but she knew it couldn’t be Enzo. He hadn’t changed one bit. He hung around a separate crowd-ones who were swimmers like he was. They weren’t particularly harsh but Enzo’s friends weren’t the nicest, either. They were concerned with higher-class outings and getting drunk on their parents’ boats. She often sat low in the bleachers, watching him swim back and forth with concentrated gusto. He was good, but not the best. He liked to pretend that he was, though. He’d climb out of the water, shining with fresh droplets that cascaded down bare skin as if they belonged there, and reveled in the cheering of the crowd. This was-is-his home. Peggy, on the other hand, holds court with a grouping of mismatched friends on fire escapes with vodka mixed into sugary drinks. She prefers these nights, when inhibitions are released and expectations forgotten. These people, this family of friends she had acquired, don’t treat her any differently. Their statuses are different; a scholarship student, an immigrant, a wild child, and a senator’s daughter…together, they fit. Together, they enjoy their nights on the rooftop as equals in their own right. Societal standings cannot find them hovering above the city lights.

               Not even Enzo could ruin their nights above the crowds. He’d been invited; multiple times, in fact. But each time he answered Peggy’s request with a hesitation that ended in words woven together on the spot. An excuse. She’d known that each time, but let it slide. He’d never liked her friends, but she’d never particularly wanted to include him in their plans anyway. She and Enzo were their own separate unit, away from friend groups and families and anybody else but themselves. That’s how he liked it-and Peggy, as well. While others worked best as one unit joining everybody together, they kept things simple. Easy.

               But easy hadn’t been comfortable-it hadn’t been right. While the relationship had been pleasant and the sex adequate enough, Peggy craves more than that. She knows that what she’s missing isn’t the level of devotion Eliza and Alex have for one another, or the simplistic domesticity of Angelica and Church. She and Enzo hadn’t had any of that, but her mind and her body don’t seem to pull toward it. Whatever it is that he doesn’t have-whatever is making her so nonchalant about the breakup of a three month relationship-she wishes that she could decipher just what’s going on.

               She calls Eliza first, and it’s when she conferences in Angelica that’s when her middle sister knows that something must be up. She doesn’t sound upset, however. She speaks in her normal, lifted tone as if it were just another day. But it isn’t. When she breaks the news to her sisters they gasp, both speaking at once. The general consensus, she gathers, is the question of how he’d done it.

               “I mean, he called me. Just now.”

               “He called you?!” Angelica spits her consonants with harsh diction, and although they’re only speaking through the phone she translates the very sudden and visceral protection through the hardened tone of her voice. Peggy cringes, shaking her head. But before she can respond, Eliza jumps in. She’s more calm; even and gentle as she speaks.

               “Are you alright?”

               “I think so…no, I am. I am alright. I feel like I should be really mad but I’m not.”

               “He was a jerk anyway.” Angelica interjects, letting out a breath of air. “You‘re way too good for him. I can’t believe he did it over the phone though, what kind of asshole,”

               “Ange, it’s alright. I’m over it.”

               “Are you sure? Because I can come over there, it’s not a big deal. Maybe I can even stop by his place on the way there, just have a chat…”

               “I mean I wouldn’t object to that because it was a dick move but I’m fine, so we’re just going to leave it. He did the right thing,”

               “-In a shitty way,”

               “-But it still was the right thing, Ange.” Peggy lays across her bed, phone pressed to her ear, listening to the evolution of a conversation between her sisters. It’s a debate, actually, over her situation. She doesn’t join in. She doesn’t feel like it. In her train of thought, he’d broken up with her and that was it. What was the sense in getting worked up over a moment that left no hard feelings on her part, anyway?

               The week crawls slowly for Peggy, who is back at school from winter break while her sisters are god knows where, basking in the freedom of another week away from their responsibilities. They’ve come to visit a few times but she’s been in school, stuck in uniform pretending to care about senior studies while sitting in the back of the class with Maria, her best friend. The news of her breakup with Enzo had spread rampant, and even before she’d set foot on campus that following Monday she’d been bombarded with questions. Most of these inquiries came from strangers who pretended to know her; one-sided acquaintances who were more interested in her amount of Twitter followers than her actual life. She takes these things in stride, brushing off the comments in a nonchalant light.

               “He and I are fine, we just…didn’t like each other anymore.”

               Maria thinks she’s ridiculous. But then again, that’s her best friend. She’s more like Angelica than anybody else, ready to throw back insults if Peggy seems even slightly offended. She restrains Maria. She’s not sure why everybody is making such a big deal of things. It was only three months. It was only a few awkward afternoons in one of their bedrooms while their parents worked. Enzo hadn’t really even been a big deal. He still isn’t. And now, as passersby watch as she waves to him in the hall, she wishes the entire relationship hadn’t happened at all. If life after a breakup was supposed to be all drama and tears, why even bother with one in the first place?

               Also, what did feeling absolutely nothing at all make her, or their relationship?

               She’s still mulling the situation over on Thursday night, curled up on the window seat with a steaming mug of hot chocolate. She’d burrowed herself deep into a YouTube rabbit hole, progressing from makeup tutorials to toy reviews to personal vlogs from people all over the world. She’s content in this place, where she can be alone. Her mother had gone to a book club meeting, and her father had holed himself up in the office after a Christmas break that had lasted ‘far too long.’

               Her private time is interrupted by a shift of weight on the grey plush cushion, a shadow cast on the window she’d been staring at. Eliza pulls the end of Peggy’s blanket so that it’s draped in the middle, over both of their legs, before taking a sip of her own large mug of cocoa. It isn’t like Eliza to stay away too long; although Peggy had said time and time again that she was fine, her middle sister isn’t one to drop the subject and move on. Angelica tends to see the other side of the issue; what had been wrong with the boy to hurt one of her sisters. More importantly to her would be what she could say to them in return for the heartbreak. Eliza, on the other hand, had always been the one to tend to her sister’s moods and well-being rather than the actual issue. She’s the counselor, the spokesperson of the heart. This is why, when she looks up at Peggy from a sip of cocoa, the younger Schuyler actually groans.

               “I brought you some things-just some candy, and some bubble bath, and a new lipstick. I know you said you don’t want to talk about it,”

               “-Bets, I never said that.” Peggy sits up, using one hand to push back the wild curls from the frame of her face. She’s exasperated. The word breakup has become overused, so much so that it feels like it goes right through her, in one ear and right out the other. “I said I was fine about it.”

               “I just wanted to make sure. You remember my first real breakup? With,”

               “-Henry Ackert, yes I know. He was the ‘love of your life’ and he broke up with you in the middle of the cafeteria freshman year and you cried in front of everybody and Angie punched him. How could we ever forget?”

               Eliza sits back then, and for a moment a pang of offense crosses her features. She smooths it out quickly, though, sighing before reaching for her sister’s hand.

               “My point is, I’m here. If you want to talk. Or not, that’s fine too.”

               “Honestly? I’m kind of done with this whole breakup thing. Can we do something? Something that doesn’t involve you giving me a sugar-coated pep-talk about valuing myself as a human being and how I need to dig inside of my heart and listen to my feelings?”

               The words don’t come from the younger sister as harsh, or ungrateful; rather, they’re jesting. Peggy has one eyebrow raised, lips turned up in a smirk as Eliza raises her hands and shakes her head in disbelief.  Her little sister knows her; the words from her mouth are an exact outline of what she’d prepped to say on the way over. She’d expected tears, and hugs, and honestly a lot more hot chocolate than they’d drank. But then again, this is Peggy; a constant surprise, a continual outpour of loud laughter and impulsive choices. She’d always been the one to turn everybody else’s bad days into fun ones.

               Eliza knows that this is what she must need-they’d all been through the breakup circuit at Manhattan Prep before, she knew what it was like to be the one everybody suddenly couldn’t shut up about. And that kind of limelight; the pity, the ‘what actually happened’ kind of talk…is exactly what Peggy can’t stand. The older Schuyler understands her sister’s pain, but not the recommended dosage of social medication needed to bring her little sister’s mood back up. For Angelica, the two of them would sit on the bed and listen to her rant until her face turned red. Eliza would heal with a few sad movies and some ice cream. Peggy-Peggy hadn’t yet experienced the breakup of a long-term relationship. But she was her party-loving, social butterfly of a sister. The treatment had to fit the patient, and she’d been all wrong about how to help her sister.

               “Hey, Alex and I are going to John’s tomorrow for tapas. There’ll be music, family…a perfect distraction. Wanna come with us?”

               It doesn’t take long for Peggy to formulate her answer. Her plans for tomorrow night had included nothing but staying in with their parents-meaning long conversations at the table, and leaving the meal early to get away from any more questions about Enzo or school or topics that she just no longer cared to speak about. At least with Alex and Eliza and John there would be good conversation…normal conversation. And then from what she knew about John from game nights and the sporadic hangout over Alex and Eliza’s dates that they’d crashed, he was pretty entertaining. There’s a weird sense of humor about him that she enjoys, a shameless mixture of dad jokes and on-the-spot comedy she hopes will be helpful in curbing whatever kind of slump everyone seems to think she’s in.

               The next day, she tags along in the car for the short ride to the Laurens apartment. Alex begins a full-blown thesis about ‘boys like Enzo’ that nobody asked him to complete. Eliza shakes her head at him, still lovingly, while Peggy stares at him through narrowed eyes. He responds with the idea that this pseudo-lecture is something she needs to hear, although she’d just had to listen to a different variation on the same topic from Angelica just hours before. That hadn’t been as bad as this ranting. Nothing beat Alex when he got off on a tangent.

               That’s what they’re discussing when they walk through the door- Eliza leads, apologizing for the scene behind her before hugging Valeria and John in turn. Aromatic scents waft from the kitchen, the sound of brassy trumpets and acoustic guitars floating above them. Peggy and Alex add a dissonance to the mood. She rolls her eyes as he speaks one hundred words in one second, with flailing arms and a hand on her shoulder, breaking down his thoughts on the proper treatment of a breakup. Eliza slides between them, ending their conversation with a bemused expression shot Alexander’s way. The lift of his eyebrows and mouth slightly agape tell Eliza that he’s slightly offended. She ignores the concept completely.

               “This is my sister Peggy.” Eliza gestures toward her with a long, graceful turn of her arms and she nods, responding with a slight wave and a smile.

               “Thanks for letting me join in-tapas sounded so much better than take-out Chinese and listening to this one rant at me all night.”

               “It’s really no problem, sweetheart, any Schuyler is a friend of ours. Come in and take off your jacket, we’ll have dinner in an hour.” Valeria bustles back to the kitchen, where her voice lifts and chirps along to the radio in a free-formed version of a scat. In the living room, John has already gone back to the sofa, patting the place next to him. Eliza settles easily between him and Alex, John shifting her closer to his side and propping her against him. Alex feigns jealousy, kicking his feet over the pair and taking up the largest portion of the couch so that his feet are next to John’s face. He laughs before shoving them off, shaking his head and shouting about the smell of sock-clad feet mixing terribly with beer.

               Peggy lingers for a moment, scanning the situation before finding an empty seat next to a face she’s never seen before. She makes a beeline for the other half of the loveseat, grinning before settling herself in.

               “Mind if I sit here? I’m really not looking to get maimed by Alex’s gross socks either.” The girl nods, the only noise a hum of approval just barely loud enough to hear. Her gaze is cast down to her phone, and although she tries Peggy isn’t quite close enough to get a look at what might be keeping her from making a real introduction. She turns her attentions to the three on the long sofa for a minute; their escapades have died down, Eliza settling for her head on John’s chest and her legs slung over Alex’s. They’re deep into conversation about some show Peggy has never seen, and soon the comparisons of characters from season one to three bores her.

               When she turns her attention back to the girl next to her she’s still on her phone. Peggy bites her lip and waits. Then, she clears her throat. The girl barely budges. Finally, the youngest Schuyler has had enough. She shifts her weight higher on the couch, smoothing the fabric of her grey knit sweater with purpose. She won’t let it slide like Eliza would. She won’t make a huge deal out of it like Angelica would. No, Peggy Schuyler would take being ignored in a completely different direction.

               “Hi, I’m Peggy. I don’t think we’ve met yet?” It isn’t the way her voice inflects-that is completely normal. Peggy Schuyler uses her loudest voice to get these words across, so much so that her companion jumps from her seat with the sudden influx of noise. The Schuyler stifles a grin and tilts her head slightly, waiting for the girl in the seat beside her to say something.

               The first thing Peggy notices is how beautiful the girl is-when she finally looks up at her it’s through dark eyes that make immediate contact with hers. She has hair the color of espresso that falls in effortless waves past her shoulders. She pushes it back from her eyes before holding out her hand, nodding.

               “Emily.” And that’s all Peggy gets. The girl kicks one leg over the other, leaning back against the couch before casting her gaze back down at her phone. It hits her very suddenly, how short their interaction had been, and she looks up at their company to see if anybody else noticed the exchange. John is staring at them, and shrugs his shoulders at the youngest Schuyler before reaching behind him. He takes one of the circular throw pillows on their seat and chucks it over the coffee table, hitting Emily square in the head. John whoops and high-fives Alex, Eliza and Peggy looking on in horror.

               “Hey Em, we have company.”

               “I’m aware of that, John, but I,” There’s a shift in John so sudden that the room is filled with it, an unannounced feeling directed only at Emily but shot throughout the entire room. He looks at her with lifted eyebrows and arms crossed in defiance over his chest, daring her to continue. And Emily sighs, tucking her phone into the pocket of her elaborate elephant harem pants. She shifts to sit cross-legged on the couch, an expression both embarrassed and stoic decorating her features.

               “Sorry. I was working.”

               Peggy is jarred; the slight chill of tone coming from such warmed and softened features has sent her for a loop, and it takes her a moment to come up with a suitable answer. In the end, all she can muster is an acceptance of the half-assed apology before they’re called to the dinner table.

               Valeria Laurens keeps her guests entertained with lighthearted stories and heavy food; she creates an effortless dome of conversation that Peggy has no trouble settling herself into. They laugh over stories of John’s time in little league baseball, then delve straight into a tale about the possibility of their neighbor harboring a dead body. Eliza keeps mostly to herself tonight, Peggy notices, although she seems to be very good at pretending she’s at the forefront of every conversation. It isn’t clear whether or not Alex notices. She figures he mustn’t based on the rapid-fire conversation he is having with Emily. She sits next to him with her chair pushed close, speaking low and in a rushed mixture of English and Spanish words too stirred for her to understand through eavesdropping. Every so often he nods, but says nothing past a mumble or a whisper. Peggy watches the exchange with heightened interest, but not until Eliza disrupts her.

               “Stop staring!” She hisses through her teeth, chiding her younger sister before hiding her frown in a large bite of her tapas. Peggy stares back at her in disbelief; Eliza is acting as if she can’t see the absurdity of the situation in front of her. Instead she sits back, chatting and laughing as if the girl whispering in Alex’s ear isn’t one of the most beautiful people she’s seen.

               The rest of dinner goes on as such; Peggy enjoys Valeria’s cooking and her ability to weave tales that leave her breathless. She cracks up at John’s lame attempts at food puns; badly timed and off-beat. She continues to watch Emily from across the table. Alex is clueless. Eliza smacks her leg, or nudges her, or rolls her eyes. Why are you staring?! The question lingers longer than it should. It’s for the sake of Alex and Eliza, for her sister’s well-being. Staring is just part of the process.

               When they’re leaving, sending their goodbyes and grabbing their jackets, they move in an awkward circle to hug each other before parting. Valeria plants a kiss on Peggy’s head, extending an invitation for both of the sisters to stop by whenever they please. John ruffles her hair cracking one last joke.

               When she gets to Emily she isn’t sure what to do-the girls hover for a moment before Peggy shrugs her shoulders and extends her arms to her new acquaintance. But then, she’s thinking about dinner and where all of that staring had gotten her and so she pulls away, still with one hand on the Latina’s shoulder.

               “Alex is really happy with my sister. And she’s really happy with him.”

               “Okay?”

               “I just thought you needed to know.” Emily steps back from Peggy’s touch, torn between laughing and shouting. Her unfiltered response is a laughter that spills from her with a natural gusto accentuated by her natural alto timbre. She shakes her head, hair flowing with it, before moving one of her own hands to Peggy’s shoulder.

               “Alex is my brother-my pain in the ass brother I never asked for.” Eliza and Alex stand by the door, waiting, as Peggy finishes buttoning up her jacket. She moves to join them but Emily follows, walking the short distance to the door with her in silence before holding a hand up to wave. “Eliza might be your sister but Alex is my brother, and as much as you try to protect her, I’ll protect him. Also, I like girls, if that makes you feel any better.”

               She waves one last time, to all three of them. Her eyes raise slightly at Peggy, just enough to stir her blood and bring offense to the moment they’d shared. Emily shuts the door behind them, then, a resounding click acting as the last word of conversation. Peggy stands dumbfounded and staring at the cream colored door for a moment, replaying the moment in her mind. Then, she’s strumbling to keep up with her sister and her boyfriend, who’d already started to walk away. Eliza walks in the middle, arm linked around Alex’s while Peggy squeezes in beside her. The youngest Schuyler has tensed shoulders-lips drawn into a thin line and eyes narrowed at the path in front of them. She takes breaths that are deeper than normal, more concentrated, and says nothing as they journey to the car. She huffs. She scowls. As Alex converses with Paul, Eliza finds her window to duck closer to her sister, whispering in her ear.

               “What was that all about?”

               Peggy shrugs. She turns her attention to the view outside her window, letting the mass of buildings and damp grey sky consumer her vision and begin to erase her frustration. Then she mutters under her breath, just loud enough for Eliza to hear.

               “Emily Laurens is a bitch.”

[i-like-yoongi-a-latte]

So the original reason I made this blog was to have a platform where I could share a few of my drawings every now and then, but then I became busy and sort of insecure about my art, so I stopped.

I've been too busy to take some time to draw anything for so many months, and now I decided to give it a go and draw something. So I'll just dump this (very quick and rough) drawing of Peggy Carter here. ✨

[cuntycassandra]

i'm kinda blind and very interested in history, could you list the authors and titles of the books on the post "Calling out to the AmRev fandom. I need your help." thanks

Hey there, anon! I’d be more then happy to do that for you!

These are the majority of my amrev books, sparing a few tucked away under my bed, and maybe a couple I just missed off the shelf, the majority of them are amrev bios, with a few historical fictions and stories thrown in for good measure.

I’ve tried to priorities them all into certain categories of person/event/time, and they are listed left-to-right below each photo! Hope this helps!

General events:

Founding Fathers (by Captivating History)

The Founding Fortunes (by Tom Shachtman)

The Glorious Cause (by Robert Middlekauff)

Valiant Ambition (by Nathaniel Philbrick)

Redcoats and Rebels (by Christopher Hibbert)

General Events:

(From left to right)

The British are coming (by Rick Atkinson)

Rebels & Redcoats (by Hugh Bicheno)

1776 (by David McCullough)

Scars of independence (by Holger Hoock)

General events/key figures:

American Revolutions - a continental history 1750 - 1804 (By Alan Taylor)

The Drillmaster of Valley Forge - The Baron de Steuben and the making of the American army (by Paul Lockhart)

Revolutionary Characters (by Gordon S. Wood)

George Washington’s secret six - the spy ring that saved the American revolution (by Brian Kilmeade and Don Yaeger)

Key figures (Laurens, Arnold and Hale.):

Duty and Inclination (by Rebecca Dupont)

John Laurens and the American revolution (Gregory D. Massey)

Benedict Arnold (by Robert Zubrin)

The Martyr and the Traitor (by Virginia DeJohn Anderson)

Alexander Hamilton centric:

Alexander Hamilton (by Ron Chernow)

Alexander Hamilton - Adultery and Apology (forwarded by Robert P Watson)

Hamilton and Peggy - a revolutionary friendship (by L.M Elliott)

Hamilton’s choice (by Jack Casey)

George Washington centric:

Washington - A life (by Ron Chernow)

Washington’s Crossing (by David Hackett Fischer)

Adopted Son - Washington, Lafayette and the friendship that saved the revolution (by David A. Clary)

Martha Washington - An American life (by Patricia Brady)

Eliza Schuyler Hamilton Centric:

(The second and third book on this list are supposed to be historical fiction, but just take the accuracies with a grain of salt, if you will)

The Founding Mothers (by Thomas Jacobs)

I, Eliza Hamilton (by Susan Holloway Scott)

My Dear Hamilton (by Stephanie Dray and Laura Kamoie)

Marquis De Lafayette Centric:

Hero of Two Worlds (by Mike Duncan)

Lafayette (by Harlow Giles Unger)

Lafayette comes to America (by Louis R. Gottschalk (this book was a bitch to find in Europe, I tell ya.))

The Marquis - Lafayette reconsidered (by Laura Auriccho)

Political texts:

Common Sense, Rights of Man and other essential writings (by Thomas Paine)

The federalist papers (by John Jay, James Madison and Alexander Hamilton)

The penguin guide to the American constitution (by Richard Beeman)

The Declaration of Independence - with short biographies of its signers. (No designated author.)

Key figures (Hamilton, Adams and Jefferson.):

The Patriots (by Winston Groom)

Hamilton (by Tony Williams)

Thomas Jefferson - the art of power (by John Meacham)

John Adams (by David McCullough)

Aaaand that’s all I have on hand for now, Anon! I sure hope this helped you out! (I’m also blind as hell so I struggle to see authors and titles on photos alone also! So I get you completely!)

[arabellamonkey]

what are ur favourite soft steve moments in the mcu? 🥰

okay, first of all, thank you for this question 🥺🥺🥺 and for giving me an excuse to get soft over our baby once again ❤️❤️❤️

soft steve rogers fav mcu scenes <3

SO, this might be weird, but my fav ever soft steve scene belongs to the deleted scenes oops

I MEAN that scene where Steve is going through his friend's files and finding "deceased" stamped on those papers again and again until he comes across Peggy's file??? and the way he looks longingly at the phone like this:

that's got to be at the top of my fav soft steve scenes 🥺

also!! later in that same scene steve comes across tony's file and we love to see that <333

aaaaand also belongs to those deleted scenes, when he goes to the stark tower, sits in front of it like a sad puppy and starts drawing the building? baby, he's such a BABY (and a talented one at that <3)

and now that i've talked about the deleted scenes like it's my duty, some of my mcu fav scenes:

the visit to the smithsonian!!! steve in disguise going to visit the exposition they're throwing about his life never fails to get me emotional and a bit sad, because it only accentuates this feeling of not belonging to the 21st century 😭😭

(also… the fact that they have stuff exposed there that belongs to him but no longer seems to?? like, come on, return his poor bike to the poor man!!!)

but, on a happier tone, I always laugh when I see Steve being recognized by a kid and him being like:

aaaand another scene i love with all my heart is the party in avengers: age of ultron. like, come on, steve was so cute there, specifically in the scene with thor and stan lee. he invited some war vets bc that made him feel more at home and it shows <333

[beautifulwhensarcastic]

Modern Howling Commandos

[stacispratt]

1, 10, 25, 34, aaaand 48 for peggie oc!!!!!

ZAK THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY DREAMS COME TRUE AND ASKING ABOUT EIRIAN THE PEGGIE OC!!!

1. how does your character think of their father? what do they hate and love about him? what influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? eirian's father was an absent one. their mother's side of the family was always a much bigger part of their life, and their father was never really home. they hate that he left them to be the second parent to their younger siblings. i think as the years pass the hate becomes less vivid, but they're always aware their life turned out the way it did because of their father's absense (and their mother's negligence)

10. is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted? eirian is extremely street-smart and intelligent. their education stopped at highschool, and they maybe didn't graduate? but they can read people, and read a room, very well and very quickly

25. what are their hobbies and interests? eirian enjoys killing for sport. so like, hunting and archery of the "chosen of the whitetail mountains" variety

34. does your character feel self-righteous? revengeful? contemptuous? i feel like self-righteous is most apt for them but there might be some underlying minor vengfulness? like "see world? you spat on me and but i rose above it" kinda. mostly they just do their thing

48. how are your character’s gestures? vigorous? weak? controlled? compulsive? energetic? sluggish? controlled!

send an ask about my new peggie oc uwu?

[yesmooshoe]

Fictional Ladies

@sreppub tagged me to list my 10 favorite fictional ladies from 10 different fandoms! I tag @frozenbanana00, @newnewyorker93, @deehellcat, @favreaus, aaaand whoever wants to do it. These are in no particular order.

1. Pepper Potts // MCU

2. Brenda Chenowith // Six Feet Under

3. Peggy Olson // Mad Men

4. Beauregard Lionett // Critical Role

5. Astrid Leong // Crazy Rich Asians

6. CJ Cregg // The West Wing

7. Jyn Erso // Star Wars

8. Annalise Keating // How to Get Away with Murder

9. Tami Taylor // Friday Night Lights

10. Effie Trinket // The Hunger Games

[xcaptain-winghead]

hey, for your color palette meme, are there any ships or characters you don’t want to do? i have two ideas but i don’t wanna ask for anything without knowing what you’re comfortable w first

ohhi, thanks for asking! You didn't specify a fandom so this might be a little broad/overly informative if you you were asking about Marvel, but jic you weren't I wanted to cover everything I could think of. (I shoved the list under the cut to keep things tidy c: )

General Fandom

Hard Nos

any fandoms/ships/characters from horror genres (when I say horror I'm not including things like Van Helsing (2004), The Mummy (1999), Constantine (2005), Underworld (2003)-- I consider that stuff more action/adventure than horror/scary/jump scares [I can't do jump scares, I'm like a deer in that way, lol])

Marvel

Hard Nos

Peggy Carter + ships that include Peggy Carter

Would Rather Not (but still will if someone requests)

Steve/Sharon, Sam/Sharon, Bucky/Sharon

Loki ships other than Lokius

Thanos ships (idek who he'd be shipped with in the MCU, but just throwing it out there)

Star Wars

Hard Nos

Kylo Ren + ships that include Kylo Ren

Armitage Hux ships

Anything to do with the spider parts of The Mandalorian Chapter 10: The Passenger, the rest of the ep is fine tho!

Would Rather Not (but still will if someone requests)

Anakin (specifically in the prequels, I'm chill with Vader)

Finn/Rose

Lord of the Rings

Hard Nos

Shelob scene

Aaaand that should be it! And I will totally gif other fandoms (Star Trek, Shadow & Bone, DC, etc etc) I just can't think, off the top of my head, of any other specific characters or ships that give me pause from other fandoms. Hopefully this helps! 💕 I look forwards to seeing your ideas :)