#and jeremy has to wrangle all of them

[friendlycursedspaceotter]

OK I FOUND A WAY TO DO THIS

Essentially the mind wipe Ace gets at the end of "Soldier Obscura" goes too deep, leaving her vulnerable to suggestion by outside parties. Which is unfortunate, because after her return to Earth, she gets captured by a homophobic cult that takes advantage of her mental state to, well, you know, make her into the very model of a vaguely capitalistic straight adult woman. Typical "the UK countryside in the 90s" stuff. They try to make her a full-on venture capitalist, but this is Ace we're talking about here. She would never go for it. She's being subtly manipulated this entire time, and no one in her life is in on it. It's just, well, the way she is.

Fast-forward a few years. She's married to a decently nice guy (for the sake of me not wanting to look up names, let's call him Jeremy) and he... he definitely suspects that his wife isn't straight. You see, Jeremy unfortunately keeps dating lesbians, and he thinks that he finally landed the one. Power of the Doctor happens, the cult lets her snap back to her old self, and then undoes it. But, keep in mind, she's essentially recovered from Brax. Their tactics won't work as effectively a couple decades out.

And that cult? They're planning something with some aliens (this is literally me writing out a plot so I don't forget it) to take over the world. And their plan would have worked, if it wasn't for the meteoric rise of Chappell Roan.

Like, Ace is going about normal stuff, surfing radio channels and stuff (I feel like she would feel pretty good about expanding her music taste) and "Good Luck, Babe!" comes on. And it sounds strangely familiar. This would be the part where I draw a tiny little comic about Ace sitting in her car outside the grocery store as the song plays and then googling the "am I gay" quiz. Because Jeremy's nice. He's just not like that.

Two months later, Ace has made a PowerPoint presentation that's a far cry from her usual business meeting reports. It's a simple white title slide with lowercase Comic Sans letters reading "help".

The next slide has a screenshot with the test results that read "we don't know if you're bi or a lesbian dealing with comphet, but you are definitely Not Straight".

Jeremy's face sinks. "Damn it, another one?"

Ace hands him her phone with another "am I gay" quiz on it. He takes it, and lo and behold, Jeremy is fruitier than the whole of the produce aisle. He just thought that "arbitrarily picking pretty women to have crushes on while ignoring the cute boy literally right there" was normal. They quietly get divorced, Ace gets therapy, and a few months later, police start getting reports of a motorcycle-riding vigilante. They then give up because cops are kind of stupid and their jobs were miraculously getting easier. Because yeah, nobody ever wanted to work, but society made them.

Also she convinces Teagen to get divorced, too, and they get married and adopt a couple cats (I'm convinced Nyssa's just living as a local ghost story in the woods because she realized that, wow, if she plays her cards right, she could live a really long time, and also I think cabins in the woods are just extremely gay, and the nearby town thinks she's a witch. But really, she's just doing science in the woods. Normal lesbian behavior.). They also probably adopt half to all of the UNIT custody kids just so they all have a chance at normalcy. Kate gifts them a giant number of child leashes to try and help the situation, but it doesn't do anything.

also rose temple-noble comes by sometimes and just becomes even more awesome because wow, punk work aunt by marriage who teaches rose about the Old Ways (read: looking cool, doing cool stuff, and all the queer codes from the 80s as well as some actual codes that she started to remember from her time in the CIA). i'm also half-convinced that they write each other letters in gallifreyan just to mess with kate and the rest of unit because while ace is a civilian consultant, she still hates the concept of the military and wants to mess with them as much as possible.

Ace really had two really incredible canonical endings (becoming a time lord or becoming a vigilante on a time bike) and the nuwho writers decided to go with the “she became a billionaire ceo” ending instead. Literally the worst one.

[write-or-run]

Danny Phantom in YJ but its ALL of team phantom

so this idea assumes DP is set in the DC verse and Danny's identity is revealed to the town during Reign Storm. His parents accept him like in the series finale, and the town, grateful for being saved from Pariah Dark, has an unspoken rule not to sell out Danny's secret identity to outsiders (mainly the GIW).

All the Amity Park vigilantes are working together at this point, but the public dosent really know it. Now that they're no longer hunting their son's alter ego the Fenton parents continue doing their thing, but now they make gear specifically for their ghost son to use without it backfiring on him (mostly). Jazz gets some of the ghosts to do interviews and eventually branches out into ghost psychology, something that her parents had neglected to study before now.

Danny, Sam, and Tucker continue ghost wrangling, but the supervision of the Fentons proves to be surprisingly helpful and the trio finds that they have more time to pursue other things (space, eco-witchcraft, and tech respectively). Tucker and Sam's parents are on the fence about their friendship with Danny. Angela and Maurice Foley are talked down from their worries after Tucker points out that the dangerous ghost stuff will happen regardless, so he might as well have the local vigilante on speed dial. Jeremy and Pamela Manson are harder to convince. They're used to having to pick their battles when it comes to Sam's goth, ultra recyclo vegetarian lifestyle, but on this they're not budging. They try to restrict Sam's contact with her friends and even go so far as to get a restraining order. Sam is increasingly fed up with their controlling behavior and, inspired by the Infi-Map, Sam breaks into the ghost zone in search of an artifact that would give her power so that she would never be trapped. Obviously Danny goes in after her, but then Sam's parents storm the Fenton house to take back their daughter and accidentally fall into the ghost portal, so Tucker takes the Specter Speeder and goes in after them. By the time the Fenton Parents return home everyone is back and the Manson's have given in to Sam's determination.

Valerie Gray initially continues to operate on her own. She maintains a frenemy status with Team Phantom due to her mixed feelings on Danny's civilian and ghostly personas, between that and the revelation of Vlad's villainous career Valerie's worldview is really shaken. She throws herself into vigilantism and hers dad gets really concerned when Valerie starts running herself ragged. In a last ditch effort to make her stop Damon Grey goes to the towns ghost hunting experts and begs them for an intervention. The Fenton parents agree and the three of them sit down with her for a talk about safe ghost hunting practices. This fails to stop her, but the Fentons refuse to give up on the 'Junior Ghost Hunter' and start inviting themselves on her patrols .Things come to a head when Dark Danny travels back in time to ensure his creation. Seeing how desperate Danny is to avoid becoming evil, and fighting alongside the Fentons convinces Valerie that its okay to count on others and slow down and take care of herself. (and also the Fentons are low-key inescapable)

Pariah Dark's incursion through Amity Park was the last straw needed for the Infinity Realms to start really breaking into reality. There was already some leakage (see lazarus pits) but this was the last straw for a problem that has been brewing for thousands of years now. Life in Amity Park continues normally, because to them ghost stuff is normal, but for the rest of the world its a different matter.

The Justice League is going around dealing with the sudden influx of supernatural nonsense. The ghost attacks range from minor nuisance to city-wide threat. The magic leaugers are trying to find the source, but it's Batman who identifies Amity Park as 'Ground Zero' for ghostly nonsense.

also something something Amanda Waller and the GIW either team up or become rivals.

I'm literally writing this while waiting to board my flight so I'll try and flesh out this AU later

[thatstormygeek]

“Uncommitted” has been the breakout star of a late primary cycle otherwise dominated by the existential slog toward a sequel of the 2020 election (and, one hopes, the end of the trilogy that started in 2016). It started when the option garnered 101,000 votes — 13 percent — in the crucial swing state of Michigan. It was a sign that the fury and sadness felt over Biden’s murderous actions and inactions in Palestine—on the part of many of the 200,000 Muslim and 300,000 Middle Eastern and North African voters in a state that Biden won by just 154,188 votes in 2020—is not going away. Last night, “uncommitted” won at least 45,914 votes in Minnesota—nearly one in five votes cast, and enough to send at least 11 delegates to the convention in Chicago. The Absence of Candidates beat the third-place candidate, Dean Phillips—a congressman from that state—by a ratio of nearly 2.5 to 1. In North Carolina—a sometimes swingy state that Democrats came into the night desperately hoping might replace Michigan in their column—“no preference” racked up over 88,021 votes. That was good for 12.7% of the vote in a state that Trump won by just over 1% four years ago. Even in tiny American Samoa—a de jure U.S. colony that is not allowed to vote for the president who governs them—Biden ended up splitting delegates with a little-known Maryland businessman who called for a ceasefire in Gaza in February.

That leaves, perhaps, well, Listen(ing) to Michigan, among others. On the group’s FAQ, they are clear about their motives and strategy: “We are well-aware that Trump is not our friend,” they say. But, they add: “There is a long time between now and November for Biden to change his policies and earn support from Democratic voters.” This is different from aimless protest voters, for whom third-party voting or abstentions are a perennial act of self-actualization. They are saying loud and clear what they want: for Biden to change his policies regarding Israel and Palestine. If you’re wondering what specific policies they might be talking about, you could start with the fact that the Biden administration has approved over 100 separate arms sales to Israel since Oct. 7, according to the Washington Post. It is a flurry of weapons sales that, as former senior Biden administration official and now-president of Refugees International Jeremy Konyndyk said “really strongly suggests that the Israeli campaign”—a campaign that has led to the deaths of over 30,000 Palestinians, most of them women and children—would not be sustainable without this level of U.S. support.” That is in addition to the $3.3 billion the U.S. provides Israel annually, nearly all of which goes to the Israeli military; nor the $14 billion Biden and the Democrats want to send to Israel in further military aid that is currently tied up in wrangling over Ukraine and border spending on Capitol Hill.

[emmashouldbewriting]

I would watch a Trump/Markle debate also - but I would want Vince McMahon to moderate it.

nah, the moderator has to be someone who can't keep a poker face. We need to see every iota of what this person is going through, from Trump's grandstanding to Meghan's lies and all the narc rage and ego between them. My pick is Andy Cohen. It's going to be ALL over his face and body language what he really thinks of what's happening. Plus his expertise in wrangling housewives and their chaos makes him uniquely qualified.

I would also go for someone who'll call all of them out on their BS and hold their feet to the fire, like Jon Stewart. (Look up Jon Stewart's Crossfire interview and this is exactly the person they need. If Jon Stewart can get an establishment cable news show in their 22nd season canceled in 3 months, just imagine how he can destroy Meghan.)

nah if we're going that far, we need someone non partisan. it'll be tough because you're also arguing core spots of separate political sides, and there's nooooo way an american host could handle that. you need a Brit.

the only hosts could be Jeremy Clarkson or Piers Morgan. Jeremy is a delightful shitcunt with no fucks, and Piers Morgan delights in pissing people off. a double date is really the only option here

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

Okay so I think I’ve settled on a universe/timeline distinction in my MCU rewrite (my MRU if we want to get fancy(we don’t)) and generally how they work as a whole

Obviously it’s not perfect, idk if it makes sense to anyone but me, but this is how it’s working so deal

So, universes are each little pockets of the multiverse with a natural timeline which has its own variations without any alterations occurring. However, timelines are simply the flow of time itself. Altering a timeline’s events may cause two universes to become practically identical, which can cause a risk of an incursion, where universes collide and one or both are destroyed in the process.

So, if in one universe a baby boy is born at 8am on January 2nd 1983 to the name of Jeremy, but in another the same baby boy is born to the name of Jeremiah, they are two separate universes, even if that one small difference in names is all that keeps them separate. However, if Jeremiah’s father were to go back in time to instead call him Jeremy, there is no longer a distinction between the universes. If the timeline no longer exists in which Jeremiah is named as such, neither does the universe as a whole. They merge, or destroy eachother trying.

In the case of Endgame, and why they don’t just kill Baby Thanos, that comes down to the very simple explanation of, a paradox. If things are reversible, like a name change, a paradox is unlikely to occur because it is something that the timeline itself can neutralise or ignore, whether the timeline continues to exist as it does despite Jeremiah being named Jeremy instead (in a theoretical universe in which there was no Universe in which Jeremy himself existed) or if it causes Jeremiah’s parents to decide to change his name to Jeremiah at a later date. However, death is a very permanent thing, it is not something easily fixed.

Killing baby thanos makes the events that lead up to Endgame non-existent. No thanos, no reason for anyone in that timeline to go back in time to kill him for any reason, so he continues to exist, but then they go back in time to kill him, but then there is no Thanos to kill. It causes a perfect loop. So, killing thanos is not an option. However, stealing the infinity stones and carefully returning them to where they belong, that is something the timeline can subtly ignore. If they are where they need to be when they need to be there, and aren’t anywhere else at that time that could cause variations in events, there’s no issue.

How this affects the TVA is weird. But, to put it simply, Universe 199999 (or however many nines it is) is a universe in which the timeline has split and reformed. This can be caused by a few things, but repetitive alterations to the timeline can be one such cause, as can one universe surviving multiple incursions to the rate that the timelines of the incurred universes become part of the superior universe itself. The efforts of He Who Remians managed to wrangle the timelines up into one efficient string, but with his removal from such timelines, they run errant and free, capable of causing in-universe incursions which could be fatal for the universe as a whole.

This is why Kang is such a major threat (aside from… Y’know… the conquering thing).

This was mostly so I could differentiate between timetravel and multiverse travel. Kang can go up and down timelines, able to invade others at the point where they deviate from the main timeline, but America Chavez can only go to other timelines outside of the universe she is in (and can only travel to main timelines and not the stray ones that deviate from them).

As for the state of the micro verse and so on, I will wait until the MCU gives their explanation for that before I try my hand at it.

TLDR: Universes are rainbow purses and timelines are the strawberry laces absent mindedly shoved inside.

[lcfthaunted]

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Alice was five months when John Henry disappeared, and now Mazie’s planning how to celebrate her first birthday. It’s far from the first time she’s been left behind with no warning, even setting aside the decades of searching, but now they have a child, and she’s furious. It’s not like they have very many people left, after all; Jeremy and Xavier disappeared into Black Badge and the Earps are gone, her husband along with them. She only has Nicole and Rachel now, though she’s sure some gifts may appear for Allie from their friends who can’t be near them anymore. Still, far from what she’d expected when she first learned of her pregnancy.

Mazie’s fury spikes at the most inconvenient of times, like standing in the sparsely-stocked grocery store trying to decide what to make for Allie’s birthday. Daughter on her hip, her eyes fill with angry tears as she glares at a box of snickerdoodle mix—not that she would sink to box mix, but the reminder of old plans and new realities crash over her. Clutching Allie close, she squeezes her eyes shut and tries to wrangle her emotions under control again, before sharply turning away from the box mix and nearly running into someone else. “Oh—!” She checks her daughter first to be sure the girl is unharmed before turning her attention to the other. “I’m terribly sorry, I really ought to pay more attention to my surroundings.”

[kvhaani]

ARSENI

MUSE: ARSENI I. ALEXEEV

Date written: early 2022

Short summary of plot: This was part of a plot where Arseni lost out on his promotion to a coworker he despises. Little does he know, the coworker is about to be assassinated. 

Arseni isn’t a stereotypical wallflower type but he’s not feeling particularly chatty tonight. When you’ve been tirelessly working hard each day to reach a certain goal, putting in all the overtime you can, ignoring your social (and possibly romantic) life for the greater good— only for some idiot who can’t tell his left from right to snatch the opportunity that *should* have been yours away from you? Let’s just say it doesn’t leave a pleasant taste in his mouth. 

Failure is bitter, after all. 

He’s dealt with setbacks before, but something about *Jeremy* of all people getting that promotion feels like a crushing defeat. Arseni isn’t sure if he’s willing or capable to treat that imbecile as his new boss— what was Upper Management thinking? Despite all his vehemence for capitalism, Arseni would have thought it would be a straightforward and logical route to the top; keep your head down and don’t cause a fuss, blend in with the co-workers and engage in polite conversation at the water cooler, never bring fish to the office, and always treat Management like royalty. 

See, this is why he hates this system. Arseni had followed each unspoken rule to a tee but the system had failed him. It’s ironic that it both proves his point, and makes him want to rip his hair out at the same time. 

The Russian has been fixing Jeremy with death glares whenever he catches sight of him for most of the night but now that he has some time to himself, he starts thinking about the missed promotion and he’s mad all over again. Where’s Jeremy? The last he’d seen of him had been about fifteen minutes ago, when he’d quietly slunk away with a woman. Maybe he should find him and give him a piece of his mind. Then again, perhaps not; Arseni has worked too hard to reach this point. Like it or not, Jeremy is now the new boss that he has to butter up with compliments so he can progress to the next rung of the fucking corporate ladder. 

He’s in the middle of his brooding session, debating if he should have another burger (despite Pavel ruining the sauce, Arseni still can’t get enough of beef) and that’s when some incredibly rude woman runs into him. Then she has the nerve to shove him? 

"WATCH IT"

All Arseni can do is watch with a dumbfounded expression as she swiftly walks away into one of the bedrooms. Can this night get any worse? He doesn’t know why but that woman’s behaviour is enough to set him off, and as she adds the final nail into the coffin, Arseni decides he doesn’t have to take this. Someone is going to be on the receiving end of his anger and frustration, and this uncivil woman makes an excellent candidate. 

When he opens the door to tell her off, he’s met with a scene he hadn’t been expecting— a terrified obese cat and its even more terrified looking owner trying to fend off a knife attack from the woman he’d left with earlier. Lover’s quarrel, perhaps? The newly promoted dumbass is bleeding profusely from his shoulder and looks like he’s about to pass out from sheer panic. Being stabbed will do that to you. 

When the initial five second shock passes and his brain sends signals to his limbs, Arseni finds his legs moving automatically, carrying him to poor Jeremy’s side, where he attempts to wrangle the knife away from his new boss. 

“Already creating a hostile work environment on your first day, Jeremy, *well done*” he strains against the stranger’s surprising strength. If he weren’t so focused on getting the knife away from his bleeding coworker, Arseni would be trying to unpack why his first reaction to a serious situation like this is *humour and sarcasm.* 

He doesn’t realise that there are other unfriendly people in the room with them— truth be told, Arseni’s mind has gone completely blank, his earlier hatred for Jeremy evaporating away as if it were the furthest thing from his thoughts. No matter how cheated he feels, he’s still not okay with the idea of this Сволочь being murdered. 

Arseni chances a glance at the attacker. The woman looks like she’s been crying— what has Jeremy *said* to her for her to resort to tears and homicide. 

“Stop!” he says, lamely. What else is he supposed to do? Talk about the weather? “No serious harm has been done,” he lies, thinking about Jeremy’s shoulder, “you can still stop this and save everyone a trip to the police station tonight.” 

[bravevolunteer]

LUCKILY, THE MOMENTS SPENT in a brief back-and-forth over Michael's genius paper straw retaliation give enough time for the embarrassed flush to his face to go down, though Michael is left hoping it was barely visible enough for Jeremy to notice in the first place— he doesn't think Jeremy would make a big deal out of it ( if he weren't trying so desperately to hide it, that is... ), but... he doesn't know how Jeremy would react. And Michael has never exactly been the best at being open about what's going on in his head.

He can't help the smile that pulls at the corners of his lips as the wrapper hits Jeremy's glasses: good enough distraction either way, and watching him flick it off is amusing all the same. It's only when the paper comes flying back in his direction that he reminds himself to keep looking at the damn menu. Jeremy has a point: despite what Michael tried to call him out for, HE'S the one who barely picked it up for now on account of the... staring.

"I'm looking now, asshole-" Despite his choice of words, Michael laughs as he keeps his gaze on the options ( not really processing any of them, it's growing more likely that he'll just blurt out the first thing he sees when the waiter comes by ). He absentmindedly grabs the balled-up straw as he does so, unraveling it and fidgeting with the thin paper, holding onto his ammunition.

His attention is grabbed from the food again with Jeremy's answer, glancing up to listen to him talk about his family. He knew Jeremy had a lot of relatives back home, but they didn't exactly talk about it much. Michael does smile again, at the sweeping gesture and the thought of Jeremy wrangling a hoard of rowdy little kids... Michael isn't exactly familiar with big family gatherings. "Right... yeah— it, uh, sounds nice, for what it's worth. I get why you miss it. I've been here a few times— it's been around forever. We didn't really go out to eat a lot, though, it was always..." At Fredbear's, and then Evan was gone, and... Michael waves it off. "My old man had us eat at his restaurant most of the time."

Michael clears his throat, glancing back down at the menu ( realizing he had torn the straw paper ), before Jeremy calls him out again. He looks up, annoyed ( though not seriously, he's trying very hard not to smile again actually ), shifting slightly in his seat as the explanation Jeremy is grilling him about refuses to leave his head. "I was just zoning out, it's not THAT weird, you know. I don't think what's going on in my head is as interesting as you think it is." His heartbeat picks up speed, keenly aware of Jeremy's focus on him, and Michael is a fucking goner. "—And if it WAS.... sorry, classified information."

Jeremy had truly meant no harm by the question — was more or less just poking fun at the other boy. He couldn't help it, okay? The reaction he got in return was more than worth it, anyway, flustered expression earning a poorly stifled huff of laughter out of him. If he hadn't been actively trying to take a sip out of his water, he certainly wouldn't have been able to stop himself.

"Clearly," he asserted, smile only growing as Michael resorted to using his straw wrapper as a distraction. It didn't get much of a reaction out of him, other than a half-assed swipe to get it off of himself when it landed — the benefits of wearing glasses were few, but not having to worry about being hit in the eye with projectiles such as that one was definitely one of them. "Relax, man. Was just wondering what was up."

Hands working to ball up the straw wrapper as he spoke, he flicked it back in Michael's direction at the retort. "I already did. Unlike some people, I already looked at the menu." He didn't even bother to respond to being called a dumbass — he already knew he was one. That was, like, the number one Jeremy Fact that everyone learned the moment they met him. "Goofball," he muttered under his breath, more than a little fond, very clearly entertained by Michael's whole reaction to the situation.

The question made him pause for a moment, considering. "No, I haven't. I don't really... Go out much, y'know? Not since I moved here. Just kinda feels weird going out to eat somewhere all on my own. Used to be a whole family affair, back home, comin' to a place like this. We'd fill up at least two of those booths–" a sweeping hand gesture made towards the booths tucked up against the wall– "and I'd always get stuck with the little'uns so I could keep 'em in line while the adults relaxed. Always thought it sucked at the time, but..." Gaze lowered to the tabletop, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. "I miss 'em. Miss the whole lot of 'em, 'f I'm bein' honest."

Blinking once, twice, giving himself a chance to get back to the present, he looked back up at Michael. "Enough about me– I'm still not dropping the whole staring thing. Seriously, man, you were more than a little spaced out there. What's goin' on in that head o' yours?" Forearms rested on the table, he leaned forward, focus solely on Michael — as it tended to be, if he was being honest with himself. "C'mon. It's gotta be somethin' interesting if it's got you that distracted."

[youremyonlyhope]

Ok wait I’m not done ranting about tonight’s Survivor yet.

Another reason that Maryanne and Drea chose to not vote each other out is because they probably realized they NEED each other to be present in the game to have a chance to win.

There has never been a Black winner who didn’t have another Black contestant with them either at the end, or close to the end.

Wendell had Laurel, who he teamed up with after the tribe switch, and stuck with until the final tribal council. Wendell has said (I believe during one of the Black Voice of Survivor Roundtables) that for the first few days on the island, he actually purposefully avoided being seen talking to the other Black contestant, Desiree, because he didn’t want either of them to be targeted and stand out for aligning early on. When he had a more comfortable position in the game, and his alliance with Dominick, that’s when he felt safe enough to become close to Laurel. That relationship with Laurel literally won him the game since she was the unprecedented tie breaking vote.

Jeremy had Tasha with him at the end. The alliances of Cambodia were pretty fluid throughout the season, especially due to all the swaps, it wasn’t until later in the merge that he and Tasha, along with Spencer, really became a team. The jury accused Tasha of doing all of Jeremy’s dirty work, and he got an unanimous vote in the end.

Earl had Cassandra and Dreamz, and to this day this is the only fully Black Final Three in Survivor history. I admittedly have not yet watched this season in full (my brother has gotten into Survivor, so I want to watch this season with him eventually), but part of that is because I’ve heard over the years that this jury is infamously bitter during final tribal and that Lisi was racist, so I’m sort of dreading watching it even though I know Earl wins in the end with the unanimous vote.

Vecepia is the only Black winner to win Survivor without having another Black person with them at the final tribal council. For most of the merge, she and Sean were the only people from her original tribe and the only Black people left in the game. Luckily, instead of being picked off one by one, they wrangled together people at the bottom of the other alliance to vote everyone else out. He got 5th place, so he was with her for 36 of the 39 days. She only won against Neleh by one vote. She became the first Black winner, the ONLY Black woman to win so far, and the first Black winner of any reality TV show.

When Survivor Winners at War came around, Wendell and Jeremy once again made a point of not seeming like they were a pair because they knew, as the only Black people, other contestants might make assumptions. This didn’t work since Wendell was eliminated at the merge because of how “close” he was to Jeremy, and Jeremy was on the chopping block for nearly every tribal council until he was finally eliminated. The other contestants considered Jeremy and Wendell to be an obvious pair, but did not seem to care about “Cops R Us.” I’m not even complaining about Cop R Us as an alliance, unless it’s to complain about the name, since I genuinely enjoyed watching Tony and Sarah’s friendship get them far in the game and have an emotional end. But Wendell and Jeremy had a target on their back from the get-go because as the only two Black men, everyone just assumes they’re a tight pair and tight pairs are dangerous so they have to go. Tony and Sarah had the privilege of not LOOKING like they’d be a tight pair, despite having played on 2 other seasons together and sharing a profession and having A NAME for their alliance, so they stayed a little more under the radar. So while we need other Black people to be with us in the game order to win, just being seen talking to other Black people can be dangerous because it can scare the other contestants into thinking there’s an alliance that needs to be broken up. It’s a very fragile balance, which is why it’s only been accomplished 4 times so far. (Also Vecepia says she wasn’t even asked to compete in Winners at War, so there’s that. Earl declined due to having a new baby)

Something that’s weird, and something that I didn’t notice until writing this post, is that when we do win Survivor, we either win unanimous votes, or we win by only one vote (and it’s the one made by another Black contestant). Not sure what that means exactly, but it’s interesting now that I’ve noticed.

We’ve had 4 winners out of 41 seasons, less than 10% of winners are Black when we make up 12.4% of the American population (14.2% if you count mixed-race Black people like myself). We’ve had only one Black woman win, and that was 20 years ago. In 3 of the 4 cases, there was another Black person sitting at final tribal council with the winner.

There has been 1 Final Two with one Black person in it (Vecepia won), 3 Final Threes with at least two Black people (Earl, Jeremy, and Wendell won), and 7 Final Threes with only one Black person (no Black winners). Statistically, we need another Black person in the Final Three in order to win because we’ve never won a season as the lone Black person at the end. The only time we have won alone was when it was a Final Two, and Survivor doesn’t seem to want to ever do those again.

I hope Maryanne and Drea make it to the end together, and that we finally get another Black woman winning. Based on every other situation, they need each other there to win.

[crowley-in-arkham]

Patient Session #6: Jonathan Crane, The Scarecrow

Most mornings are rather calm these days, Tetch jittery as ever, Edward talking my ear off at every opportunity, and our new and reserved Mr. Dent laying on the lounge chair toying with his coin as he interjects now and again.

Of course, since I've taken a step away from prying; aside from the small information gathering, that Edward continues to advise against, things have-- quieted.

Jonathan Crane was in my office this morning, something that has grown more seldom as Arkham preps his.. "transfer" as they're calling it. I'm not entirely sure what is happening, I've been left mostly in the dark.

He sat in his usual seat, farthest from the door, flipping through a new book I picked up just for him, one he's just about finished with too.

Crowley: Coffee?

Crane: Black?

Crowley: Always.

Crane: You know me well.

Crowley: I've been you therapist for a while.

Crane: Mn. (He nodded as his eyes remained fixed to the pages of his tome.)

Crowley: I've been dodging around this for some time, Jonathan.

I very seldomly use his first name, which roused his gaze from his book and earned me a raise of his brow.

Crowley: Let's talk about Diane.

Crane: Are you doin' this to satiate personal curiosity or does this gotta point?

Crowley: November sixteenth was the last day I saw you at GCU.

Crane: Mhm, that's right. Got arrested a few days later. Right mess, that was.

Crowley: What happened?

Crane: Diane and I were on the rocks, as you recall. She'd grown distant with my workin all the damn time. Not sure if you remember her runnin' that book fair at the highschool she taught at? Young volunteer fella caught the woman’s eye, and that was that.

Crowley: How'd you know?

Crane: You can see pretty damn good into a bright room on a cloudy autumn day.

Crowley: You caught them?

Crane: Boy had her pressed up to our bedroom window like a display.

Crowley: That must have been-

Crane: Pissed me right off.

Crowley: So then you-

Crane: Drove right by and marched my ass down to the barn on my second estate. Grabbed my work in progress, went home, and knocked on the door of my own house.

Out came the happy couple to an empty doorway and a 6 inch canister.

The delayed trigger went off and sent the kid into a frenzy. Oddly specific little fear, that one.

Septophobia.

Crowley: Fear of decay.

Crane: You're good at that, Crowley.

Crowley: A certain professor wouldn't have it any other way.

Crane: Damned right.

Kid basically clawed his own skin off, runnin' and screamin' "My skin, my skin! (he let out a snicker before a breathy whisper) They're inside my skin."

Crowley: Yuck, I laughed, and Crane joined.

Crane: Should've seen it in person, boy barely had his pants on runnin' down the street.

Crowley: And Diane?

Crane: She knew. 'Course she did. Managed a few days before, well--

Crowley: You came here.

Crane: Got lucky, I think. Jeremy pulled some strings to wrangle that insanity plea to get me admitted here.

Crowley: Go on.

Crane chuckled and leaned towards me: Well aren't we interested in Dr. Crane's business.

Crowley: I'm your therapist, after all.

Crane: I think old habits just die hard.

Crowley: Crane, you're involved in whatever Arkham wants to keep out of my reach, aren't you?

Crane: I've no idea what you're on about.

Crowley: Playing coy?

Crane: You're the doctor, ain't ya?

Crowley: I am, and you're a terrible liar.

Crane: Hang out with Ed too much.

Crowley: That we do.

Crane: You're still gonna be lookin, aren't ya?

Crowley: Someone has to before the bat decides our business is his business.

Crane: Careful Crowley, talking like that'll get you admitted to Arkham.

Crowley: You're right.

Crane let put a sigh and leaned back into his sest: Records. In the back left corner, third cabinet from the wall, third drawer down. File's labeled ACS-16.

Crowley: The hell is that?

Crane: You'll know-- and if not, you'll find out.

END SESSION.

[hacash]

ted lasso 2x09 thoughts

for an episode that I knew I wasn’t going to be hugely excited about - I like beard, but he’s not one of my faves by any stretch of the imagination - this was really cleverly put together

the precise reason why beard isn’t one of my faves is we get very little to latch onto with him, and this episode did a good job of reversing that: we see coach beard not as ted’s guardian angel or the football-exposition provider, but just as beard: a man clearly dealing with some seriously self-destructive tendencies and one hell of a toxic relationship. also, we all have those little voices that tell us when we’re fucking up and make us feel bad about ourselves, but the fact that beard’s are gary lineker and thierry henry? damn.

(seriously, I know gary lineker mainly as the crisps ad guy rather than the football guy, but seeing him narrate beard’s spiral downwards just had me spluttering.)

beard constantly rewatching the game in his mind’s eye was brutal to watch, but cleverly done as well. I also found it interesting that as well as highlights (well, lowlights) from the match we also saw him relive the moment when he fell over the fence and Ted was left at the side of the pitch clapping the guys on as if nothing was going wrong. tell me that’s not significant, I dare you.

the fact that we had more of the pub regulars was a dream! they really deserved their moment in the sun, and they had so many little wins tonight - I love how they could just be left as a running joke but instead we get to see more of them and end up rooting for them. (particularly in a show set in britain, where the class divides and lingering images of ‘chavs’ could have led to the three mouthy football supporters being seen as a very one-dimensional negative stereotype.)

seriously, if you didn’t cry tears of joy when the boys were playing at nelson road to the tune of ‘we are the champions’, you have a heart of stone.

(uh, and if you didn’t then panic from realising that ‘we are the champions’ is not now being held for the season finale and richmond’s long-desired promotion back to the premier league, you’re a stronger soul than I.)

I absolutely loved how much of this episode felt like weird british pub/club/ambling around London at 1AM in the morning culture. I feel like I’ve had so many of these conversations with my mates myself. and honestly, ‘Just One Cornetto’ was peak drunk brit, and it makes me really sad that most of my american followers won’t quite get how significant and perfect that was.

As an ex-oxford person I can also confirm everything about that scene in the bar was pretty much dead on too.

FUCK ME the moment James Tartt showed his face was worse than any horror movie jump-scare I’ve seen recently.

the significance of Beard continuously dropping his keys was interesting - I wonder if it’s carrying on with the theme of ‘there’s no place like home’ that we’re beginning to see emerge? A sign of his self-destructive tendencies? I like the theory already suggested on here that it’s just a demonstration of the fact that there are always good people around if you just let them help you: Beard has a brutal night, but people who don’t even know him that well like Jeremy and the impeccably-played Big Angry Man are willing and happy to help him get back home.

other folk have written better meta than me about Beard and Jane - I certainly don’t think it’s a healthy relationship and think Beard needs to run, run like the wind, but I found it cleverly done that by the end of the episode I was happy when Beard ran into Jane. he’d been through so much and now he needed a break, needed that rush of endorphins, and she provided it. it was a clever way of showing just why he keeps going back, and although we still don’t want him to stay with her, it provides a good insight into why he goes back.

I’ve said it before and will say it again, but we had direct, verbal confirmation that the coaching team lost Richmond the Man City match. whether you see that snippet as something that only happened in Beard’s imagination - which is significant, he knows something’s wrong and needs to change - or if you think Lineker and Henry were actually saying it out loud - which is also significant, if Gary Lineker and Thierry Henry are criticising your coaching tactics you want to listen - it all boils down to the same thing. the coaching team is heading for trouble, and that’s not just us reading too much into the situation -  the show is actively acknowledging it. colour me both scared and intrigued.

(on a side-note, I thought Lineker and Henry were hilarious in this episode. same goes for all of the sporting personalities they’ve managed to wrangle onto season 2.)

that last scene did exasperate me a little - it feels like even with these inroads into therapy Ted is still going for the classic head-in-the-sand, everything’s-going-to-be-ok-if-we-just-look-at-it-positively approach - but, well, I did like the Benny Hill theme music, even if this feels like the last calm before the storm.

still not quite over the fact that we got zero new colin or isaac content in this ep. I am a simple woman: I want to watch pretty boys being a bit daft and a bit sweet to each other on a regular weekly basis.

[pacificwaternymph]

Okay so I know basically no one watches or posts about x-life anymore but I was rewatching Lizzie's POV and I just thought of something kind of funny.

So imagine someone (either an npc or someone from another server, you decide) seeking help from the coven. The Supreme Witch points them in the direction of the corrupted witch, which scares them because there are a lot of stories circling around her that describe her pure evil.

But then they arrive at her home and it's all pink. She has a windmill and flower fields out back. She has a meadow for her cows, half of which are named Jeremy for some odd reason.

They find her out back, in a panda sanctuary as she tries to wrangle pandas and get them back inside the enclosure because they're trampling her flowers.

And this person is left in wonder because she has pink hair! She's wearing a sailor's outfit! How on Earth did she get the reputation as the evil witch?

Then she takes them to her enchanting area, and see that it is much darker than the rest of her house, and she starts chanting in a demonic language and oh yeah, that's how.

I just really love the characters who are super sweet and dress in all pastel colors seeming perfectly innocent at first and then turning out to have either a chaotic or wicked side.

[the-chicken-or-the-banana]

hii i literally love your headcannons... can you please write Laila and Alvarez hcs? they're so underrated!!

ok yes as it is now pride and these two are my fav lesbians i MUST

so they met their freshman year at USC, when laila tripped over her foot after seeing a hot girl (alvarez) and spilled a coffee all over said hot girl's new white shirt

alvarez proceeded to hate her. even if she was nice to look out. she definitely did not notice that

and because laila does not like to be bested, she decided that alvarez's pretty face would not distract from her annoying personality

their rivalry was the only major point of contention within the trojans — they would constantly bicker in and out of practice

(jeremy, bless his heart, could never figure out when laila and alvarez were flirting or fighting though)

but despite this, they worked wonders on the court

laila was a powerhouse in the goal and alvarez was a relentless backliner

everyone was extremely confused about the nature of their relationship

this on-and-off behavior continued well into their second year

that is, until they got their spring semester classes and laila and alvarez were in the same calculus class

now they actually had to deal with each other, even off the court

they managed to stay out of each other's hair mostly, but one day, alvarez was absolutely stuck on a concept and jeremy was shit at math and office hours were closed and this really wasn't good—

she did the first thing she could and texted laila for help

so laila came over and after some initial awkwardness, they actually started working

and it turns out, laila is really good at explaining math

it turns into a bit of a norm. every wednesday afternoon, they would meet in a café and study together

(and maybe, just maybe, if each week, they began sitting closer and closer to one another, that's really no one's business)

this just slowly happens over the next few months, and one day, it hits the two of them that hey, maybe i actually like her more than a friend?

naturally, laila and alvarez both freak the fuck out at this

so they go to jeremy separately, who is now dealing with two flustered, emotionally-constipated lesbians

laila: jeremy i think i like alvarez. "like" as in i want to date her

jeremy: hmm. maybe you should just tell her?

laila: fucking shit knox are you dumb—

alvarez: jeremy HELP i think i have a crush on laila

jeremy: well, maybe she feels the same way! just tell her that :)

alvarez: you're so goddamn stupid why would i do that—

needless to say, jeremy is extremely overwhelmed.

eventually, he wrangles the two of them together on new year's day at a party

it's minutes to midnight and nearly everyone has a partner, romantic or platonic

laila and alvarez end up pushed up next to each other, surrounded by a bunch of loud, sweaty college kids

but none of that mattered. because with three seconds on the clock, laila and alvarez both felt a surge of courage from jeremy's words

they rushed towards each other just as midnight struck and promptly smashed their noses together

neither of them really expected their first date to be at the ER with swollen, bleeding noses

but hey! there's nothing more romantic than matching ice packs and nose splits, right?

[sorcererinthestars]

Starlight, Starbright...

It’s that time again - another Secret Springfairy writing event for the @rtwritingcommunity​  <3 

Summary:  Young Prince Gavin is cursed. He's bound to a star, a literal star, and in order to free him, the Jeremy, the Court Mage Apprentice, has to find a way to keep a star from falling. When its only you between the universe and the death of the person you love the most, drastic measures start to look appealing... AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31002023

‘Mommy, can you tell me a story?’

Fiona laughs and sits down at the edge of the bed, pulling the blanket up closer around her daughter’s chest. Every night, the girl asked for a story and every night she had to oblige. Lindsay meets her eyes from the doorway, their own dancing in mirth. There was one story that their daughter would love more than anything.... the story about the mythical King and his Mage. The story of the time they wrangled the stars and won their place in story and song. 

Closing her eyes for a moment to remember, she sits back, takes a breath, and...

The people of Achievement City never have seen the Star Prince. Born after a birth that had snatched away the beloved Queen, the Prince was too weak to be announced properly to his people. They had hidden him away at the top of the tallest tower to keep him from danger. At least, that’s what the King had said. The Prince was too weak to come out. He was alive. But only that. 

Only that.

The townspeople knew better to question their King, but there were rumors. Of course, there were always rumors. They say that the Prince was kept in the tallest tower because he was cursed. Because he shouldn’t have been born. Because the King had given everything - even the life of his Queen - to have a son. An heir. Even a sickly heir was better than nothing. Even a sickly heir meant succession, peace. For now, at least. 

There were whispers along the people that the Prince, with his curse, was given Demon powers. That he gleamed when people saw him. Servants told each other that the Prince glowed, that he shimmered with what could be sunlight but was too silver, too pale. It’s said you can’t spend more than a few minutes with him without being dazzled by his iridescence, like he had actually swallowed a star and it burned within him, dazzling all who saw him in a dangerous light that revealed your coldest secrets.

Here, Fiona can only shake her head as her daughter’s eyes grow round. Lindsay chuckles, sitting next to her and rubbing Fiona’s back as she continues her tale.

See, she explains, the Prince was cursed like people had said. On the night of his birth, the Queen was dying. Desperate, the King had turned to his Mage for help, who had summoned a demon to make a bargain. A being who dealt in tricks as much as assistance; who would not offer help freely. They saved the baby but not the mother. One life for another. She gave her life freely for her son, but there was a catch none of them expected.

Using its magicks, the demon pulled a star from the sky, feeding it to the Prince, the youngling who would soon be named Gavin. The Prince had swallowed the shining thing, a bead of glowing white light, and never again would stop shimmering. His energies would be different than the world around him. During the day, he would be listless. Lethargic. Cut off from his source. During the night, he would shine and shimmer, full of energy. Ready for dancing and singing and so much life. Or all the life he could have, hidden away from the world.

And on the night of his 30th birthday, unless a proper replacement could be manifested, the Prince would die as a meteor shower would drive his star from the sky. Terrified of the Bargain he had made, the King banishes his son to the tallest tower. Keeping him there to keep him close to the sky, the stars. His son’s ever-beating heart tied to something so unfathomable. 

Her daughter gasps. Fiona soothes her. Because this was not a scary tale or a sad story! The Prince was not alone. He had a companion in the castle: the Court Mages’ Apprentice - young Jeremy Dooley.

“Have you thought of anything yet?” Gavin asks as he moves his piece across the gaming board, frowning more at the conversation than the easy way Jeremy snatches his piece. The apprentice sighs back, scratching their chin. “No. Not unless you know a way to stop an astrological event. But we’ll figure it out, Gav, you know we will.”

Gavin’s shine flashes for a moment as he grows more agitated. “You know the curse. I’m fucking 29 years old, I’ve never seen outside during the day, never really talked to my people - I’m stuck in here I die in less than six months unless... “

“Don’t say that,” Jeremy snaps back. “I know, Gav, and we’re working on it. Demon deals are complicated. This is the boundaries of life and death - its not so easily tinkered with. If you know how to create a star to keep you from becoming one, I’d really love to hear your input.”

Gavin frowns. There’s a beat. One and then two, before he sighs. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m just...”

“Scared? Frustrated? Angry? Join the club.” Jeremy hefts a sigh. “I know you’re the one that’s dying, but trust me, its no walk in the park not being able to help your friend, either.” 

There’s a pause and then Gavin shoves the game board away, climbing over the table. Jeremy has to shield their eyes, despite being enchanted to be able to withstand the shimmer and shine of the skin of their Prince. But Gavin doesn’t let that stop him, brushing his lips across the other’s. “I love you,” he says quietly. “I know you’re going to think of something. You’re the smartest person I know.”

A single tear rolls down Jeremy’s face that Gavin brushes off with a silvery fingertip. “What if I...”

“Then I’ll die, knowing I have the love of one of the strongest magicians in Achievement City,” Gavin shrugs. “Now shut up about it and lets start a new game. There’s only an hour or two left before sunrise and I want to kick your *ass*.”

There it was, Fiona explains. For the Court Mages’ Apprentice was in love with the Prince and cursed in their own way with an impossible task. They were to figure out how to stop the star from falling from the sky and save Gavin’s life. 

They lay next to each other on the tower top. Here, they were as high up as any manmade point in the whole city. If Gavin raises his hand, it was as if he could brush the very stars that gave him life. Jeremy sits next to him, studying the constellations as if they could give them information. 

“Maybe we could ask the Gods,” they suggest quietly and just has to deal with Gavin’s soft chuckling. “You know that’s not going to work. If the Gods had any desire to save the life of the human Prince, wouldn’t they have done it by now?”

Jeremy just sighs, rubbing their thumb over Gavin’s knuckles. “I don’t know. I’m just thinking.”

“All you ever do is think,” Gavin sighs back, sitting up as he shimmers against the backlight of the beautiful starry sky. For a moment, Jeremy loses their words. Gavin really does look every inch of the creature of magic that he had been cursed to become. His life tied to the stars that glimmer behind him. “We need to try something. We have less than six months. You know Dad’s already given up on me..”

“That’s not true,” Jeremy shoots back, “and you know it. The King loves you. He’s the one who is funding my Master’s research to save you. He just...”

“It’s easier to lose someone you barely know,” Gavin says bitterly. “I know.” He looks down over his city, his lands, a place he owns by name only but had never even seen. “Would it be so bad if I could be among them?”

“You know the King just wants to keep you safe,” Jeremy murmurs, hand brushing down Gavin’s spine. Gavin grumbles. “It’s a demon that did this, yeah? A life for a life, it took my Mum’s. But because she was 30, I’ll die when I’m 30. Unless we keep the star up there, or someone else dies and I get their years too.”

Jeremy looks a bit stricken. “Gambling with someone elses’ life is dangerous. My Master told your dad that much. We can’t sacrifice someone to save you, we don’t know if that would even work...”

“I’m not asking someone to give their life for me!” Gavin shoots back. “But if I could talk to the demon, maybe it would have the answer, maybe...”

Jeremy wraps his arms around him. “Maybe.” They kiss his temple, thrilling at the taste of magic under their lips as Gavin sparkles with it. But they start to think...

“Aren’t demons dangerous?” her daughter interrupts. Fiona chuckles a bit. “Yes, darling. But that doesn’t stop the magic apprentice from scheming. From reading late into the day when he’s supposed to be sleeping, working, or planning. From figuring out how to summon not only a demon, but the very demon that cursed Gavin. A figure named Lucae, a mysterious demon of the stars, a being who gave and took power as They deemed fit.

The candles shimmer in the air as Jeremy stares at the summoning circle. They had said the magic words, done the incantation. If they are right, the demon would be trapped within the circle and forced to answer a few questions.

If they were wrong... Jeremy doesn’t let themselves dwell on what would happen if they were wrong.

There’s a few tense heartbeats before a flash of light and energy that almost blinds Jeremy, throwing them backwards as they raise their arm to cower from the brilliance of the light. When it fades and they are able to blink the spots from their vision, a tall humanoid figure stands there. It has a tail and black eyes and jet black hair. Not to mention a brilliant smile full of cunning and arrogance. “Hello, Mr Dooley. This was brave. Or foolhardy.”

“I’m not planning on trapping you here,” Jeremy says quietly, hands clenching by their sides. “I’m just here to ask you one question. A question you’ve been likely asked before. I don’t want any bullshit, just give it to me straight, ok?”

“I’m a demon, Dooley,” Lucae grins wickedly. “I know what you’re going to ask and I know you won’t like the answer. Are you sure you want to ask it?”

Jeremy just spits at him. “Shut up. How do I reverse your fucking spell on my Prince?”

Lucae is quiet for a long moment and sighs, sitting crosslegged and hovering above the summoning circle in a wickedly innocent display of incredible power. He makes a show of thinking for a long moment despite the fact that both know he is fucking with Jeremy. “You know the answer to this,” he says finally. “I’m giving you one more chance, child. You are a human. You have much to live for.” He sounds almost... regretful.

Maybe it’s stupid. Maybe it would get him killed. But they both know they don’t have much time left anyways. Jeremy throws a candlestick at the demon’s head and they both wince as it passes through the demon like smoke.

Lucae sighs. “Such a temper. You want to save the Prince I cursed? Climb to the top of Mount Amber on the night of the Prince’s thirtieth birthday. Then wish on a star at the stroke of midnight. You can die for him. That’s the only way to save him. My magic is foolproof, you know. I gave him the life of his mother, who only had 30 years to give.”

Jeremy knew what the answer was going to be. As soon as the demon says it, with a coy little grin, and Jeremy’s veins grow cold as ice, they knew that they always knew the answer. The only way to continue Gavin’s half-life is to give another and give him a few more years. Jeremy didn’t have many - a measly twenty-eight to Gavin’s thirty. But it was... something. It would get him to 58. That’s twenty-eight more years to solve the curse.

It would buy him time. Time to run the Kingdom. Time to be the King Jeremy always knew Gavin could be.

With their heart in their throat and ice in their veins, Jeremy waves his hand aggressively and the candles go out at once. Without their light, the spell is broken and the demon dissipates with a soft laugh.

I told you you wouldn’t like the answer...

Fiona pauses in her story to see her daughter with tears running down her face. “J-rimmy can’t die!” she whines. “That’s not a nice story, Mama.” Fiona is about to respond, but before she can, Lindsay pulls their daughter onto their lap and kisses her head. “Let Mommy finish the tale,” they say soothingly. 

Jeremy and Gavin don’t see each other much in the next few months. Jeremy pours themselves into their work and Gavin just grows increasingly more anxious. He’s visited by his Father, the King, and some other advisors. Talking into the night about plans. Action. Trying to stop a curse everyone knows is inevitable.

But the hollowness remains in the back of everyone’s minds. The answer is obvious. They all know what has to happen, no one just wants to say it out loud. Someone has to give their life for Gavin. But no one except the little Court Mage Apprentice knows how. 

It’s late in the day, a week before Jeremy knows they have to take their fateful climb up Mount Amber, that they know they have to tell Gavin. But they can’t tell Gavin the truth. No chance in hell - Gavin would balk and panic before they could even get through the sentence. And no amount of pity or shame or grief would stop Jeremy from doing what needs to be done.

He had made up his mind the night after talking to Lucae that he would do it. What was his life compared to that of a Prince? It was his duty, really, to give his life over for his Prince. And besides...

It’s what you did for the one you love the most.

Jeremy meets Gavin in his tower after a week of avoiding each other and before they could open their mouth to say something, Gavin is slamming the door shut and dragging Jeremy into a breathless kiss. Jeremy melts against his lips and for a moment they just cling to each other, Gavin’s silvery radiance cascading around them, cool like a summer’s breeze on their arms.

When they break apart, Jeremy notices Gavin is crying. He’s coming up at the end of his borrowed time, the world taking back what was Theirs. Jeremy feels whatever conviction was inside of them harden. They wouldn’t watch Gavin die. And besides - Gavin would be heartbroken, but he’d get over their death. Eventually. Better living to grieve than dying, anyways.

“What’s the book?” Gavin says hesitantly, gesturing to the tome Jeremy had in their arms. “A solution?” 

Jeremy sighs and forces themselves to affix a small smile to their face. “I - I think so. You are made of starlight, right? I was thinking if - on the night it is s-supposed to happen - if we are at the top of Mount Amber. M...maybe we can Wish on a star. They say Wishing Magic is the most powerful during a meteor event. Maybe...”

Gavin scoffs. He doesn’t want to be rude, but... “You’re hinging my life on wishing upon a fucking star?”

No, Jeremy thinks. I just need you at the top of that mountain. “It’s foolish, I know, but...” A broken sob rips from their mouth without meaning to, sinking down to sit on Gavin’s plush bed. “I’m s-sorry, I ...” They hiccup. “I’m sorry.”

“J...,” Gavin says immediately, moving over to draw them against his chest. “You have better plans than the entire rest of this castle. I love you. If you think it’ll work, I’m willing to try.”

“And if it doesn’t...?” Jeremy whispers. 

Gavin shrugs and when Jeremy looks up to meet his eyes, they can see the human green shot through with liquid silver tears. “Then I’ll die under the stars with the person I love most in the world.”

Jeremy can’t stop themselves from sobbing then. 

Their daughter is breathless now. Just watching Fiona with wide eyes, unable to say another word. Riveted in the story, her own tiny tears on her face, holding the blanket tight. She knows stories, know they always get worse before they get better, but this... this better have a happy ending! It was a bedtime story, for goodness sakes!

The day they leave, the atmosphere is ... somber. It had taken the King some convincing, but at this point, they were entirely at a loss. Gavin had spent the last two days being poked, prodded, fed potions, underwent rituals, nothing. Lucae had not come when he was summoned. Apparently such a demon did not have to answer if he didn’t want to. Frankly, the King didn’t want to see the demon that had so cursed his family.

A few hours before the supposed end, the castle was in preemptive mourning. Jeremy had given the King a brief fake idea of what they were about to do. No talk of their own death. They had spent the night before saying a brief goodbye to the few people they had a connection with. The only person that mattered in the end was Gavin, and they didn’t have to say goodbye to him. Not just yet, anyways.

They had started climbing during the day, but Gavin lagged. His energy being connected to the stars and the night, he found it hard to exert himself during the day. They don’t say anything. Jeremy doesn’t dare ask Gavin what he’s thinking about. Likely not much different than what Jeremy is thinking about. Both expect to meet the gallows at the top of this mountain. 

After a few breaks, night slowly descends around them and Gavin can walk a bit faster. They break the summit at 11pm. One hour before the meteor shower that will drive their star from the sky and kill the Prince in front of him. Gavin looks ...tired. Resigned. But he never lets go of their hand.

Never let it be said he would go into the dark without an anchor to the light.

They sit for a while. Silent, feet dangling off the edge of the highest cliff, and watch the world slowly settle into the warmth of night. Neither speak. What is there to say? When Gavin starts crying incandescent tears, Jeremy is there to kiss them away. They hold each other as the sky illuminates with the brilliance of a thousand - million - glistening points of light. They are at the highest point possible and Gavin glows brighter than all of them, a beacon of magic power that can be seen miles away.

When the first shooting star erupts across the sky, Gavin winces. As more start to fall, he shudders, but Jeremy is faster. They yank Gavin up to his feet.

“I lied,” they say sharply, staring right at Gavin. The man doesn’t have a moment to respond before Jeremy breathes “Forgive me,” and kisses him viciously.

Gavin is still reeling when Jeremy backs away and stares up to the falling brilliance of the stars above their head. “LUCAE!” he hollers. “I did everything you asked, you fucking bastard! And now I WISH TO willingly give my life for ...”

“NO!” Gavin shouts, leaping forward, tackling Jeremy bodily down to the stone, knocking the wind out of both of them. Jeremy wheezes, gasping, but it’s too late. “I wish to willingly give my life for Gavin.”

“Jeremy!” Gavin shrieks as the wind unnaturally picks up around them. The stars flash brighter, almost blinding as it feels like they’re falling and hitting the ground, shattering into bright incandescence that shimmers around them. Gavin himself is still glowing, which means he’s still *here*, still alive, and Jeremy...

Jeremy coughs a few times. Blood dribbles out of their nose, likely from the impact of Gavin tackling them down to the stone of the mountaintop. Gavin can’t bring himself to care as he watches instead a beautiful silver shimmer erupt from Jeremy’s chest that seems to elevate, lifting into the sky. As if it was about to become a star. Like he had been told his mother’s did, the star that gives him life on earth.

Wishing Magic. The very magic that is older than demons, older than the very earth under their feet. The magic that stitched the universe together, the magic of will and want, the magic of the very fabric of space and time. 

So... Gavin wishes.

Through the shrieking of the wind around him, the exhaustion that pulled on every edge of his bones, Gavin breathes in the Wishing Magic around him and makes his own wish. 

“I WISH FOR US!”

With fingers that glow like quicksilver against the tan skin of his people, Gavin grabs the white orb that glows above Jeremy’s chest and forces it back down against Jeremy’s chest. He holds it against the skin as the brilliance escapes from his fingers, begging and pleading for it to go back inside Jeremy’s rapidly cooling skin. His tears, shimmering and bright, fall on the back of his hands.

For a few breathless moments, it seems hopeless, Jeremy’s body rejecting the orb that strains against Gavin’s fingers to go into the sky. But Gavin is not a man.

In this moment, Gavin is a star himself.

“I wish for us,” he repeats firmly, leaning down to kiss Jeremy with all his might, and pushes with every ounce of magic and starlight that drip through his veins.

And it all goes brilliant white before flickering into the blackest black.

Fiona is cut off by their daughter shrieking. She climbs out from under the blankets and off of Lindsay’s lap, moving over to tug on Fiona’s shirt. “No! No~! They can’t be dead, you can’t... bad story, bad!” She tries to punch with little fists, but laughing, Fiona grabs them and kisses the pudgy little hands.

“Hush,” she scolds. “Do you really think my story will have such an unhappy ending? This is a bedtime story, after all.”

When Jeremy opens their eyes, they first see a bright blue that focuses into a sky, filled with puffy white clouds. They let out a breathless little cough, their ribcage feeling like something had been pounding on it. Like that one time they had choked on a cherry pit and needed someone to give them the Hemlich and CPR.

But this time, its ... Gavin.

Except, it doesn’t look like Gavin. His brown hair is streaked through with silver. The tips of his fingers on both hands sparkle bright silver as if he had dipped them in a vat of molten metal. But he doesn’t shimmer. He doesn’t glow. He looks... normal.

Then Jeremy realizes what day it is. And what was supposed to happen. They stagger backwards. They’re alive, which means... “Gavin!” They shake the other man frantically, desperately, tears growing in their eyes, but...

“....ughsjfh.”

“Gavin?”

On the day after his thirtieth birthday, their cursed prince opens his eyes. Not green, not silver, but a combination of both, their star-cursed prince breathes his first free breath.

His second is captured by Jeremy’s lips, holding him close as they cling to each other. Free to live and love together to the end of their days.

Fiona grins at her daughter, who releases her shirt and slumps back, pouting a bit. “I like the one about the horse princess better,” she says with a shrug and climbs under the blankets. “But this one is good too.”

Lindsay bursts into laughter as Fiona throws up her hands. “Not everyone loves a happy ending,” she smirks, kissing her head. They say goodnight to their daughter and leave the small bedroom, looking out the window to the castle on the hill - where the Star King and his Consort still reign to this day.

Happily. Ever. After.

The End.  

[super-hero-girls-netflix]

Headcanons on disorders and illnesses (like ADHD, Anorexia, Some kind of condition or something) for both boys and girls?

ALL THE KIDS ARE DEPRESSED

It's a song by Jeremy Zucker

Lol.

Lesse. Everyone this HEADCANNON post has a mental illness. For the sake of the headcannon.

HEADCANNON CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

HEADCANNON #1- Karen

Karen had anxiety and depression. It comes hand in hand. The anxiety is not prominent and really the depression is only like a dark corner of her brain that only invades when the anxiety is high but...she has anxiety and temperamental depression.

Her anxiety is everpresent of course. Especially when she has to meet new people. But with time she wrangles her anxiety down and loosens up. It's a constant battle of 'of course they like me they're my friends' and 'am I annoying them' 'are they sick of me' 'do I matter to them as much they do to me?'.

It's exhausting. But of course..she won't let anxiety win. And neither will her friends! They makes sure to remind Karen just how special they know she is.

And that's final.

HEADCANNON #2- Kara

Kara always knew she had a bit of an anger problem. A quick temper. A psychoanalysis man told her that it was because I'm order to protect herself from being hurt she had to dismiss them.

She begged to differ. She wouldn't be so angry if people weren't so stupid. But whatever. She also had depression? Big whoop. It's not like she actually think anyway, or so she insists to the Danvers.

But the Danvers are dutiful legal guardians and got her a therapist. Of course she was super cold and prone to ignoring the man at first but somehow...over time...she told him everything.

Most of everything.

Things that pissed her off.

In fact, this is how most meetings start:

Kara, skateboarding into the room, with a smoothie in hand: Bruh, you won't believe what happened to me last night.

So...instead of stewing in anger she just spills out every single thing that makes her want to commit murder.

HEADCANNON #3- Jess

Depression. Just depression. Depression everywhere.

It isn't obvious. She's so out together and calm and collected. None of the stereotypical signs.

But you can tell when she starts to sleep less and talk less. When her words slur and her movements are slightly erratic.

When she neglects herself.

The girls make sure that Jess knows that they're there when she needs them. Jess is good at faking happiness, but they're good at detecting bullshit.

HEADCANNON #4- Diana

She is mental illness free. At least the kind that is hardwired into her brain. The kind people are born with.

But depression isn't always genetic.

And PTSD definitely isn't.

Diana has been sheltered in a pretty morally correct place but she has lived alongside monsters of Greek mythology.

She is pretty confident about most but she cannot, I repeat, she cannot, stand bears. And it might seem silly but seeing bears or any rendition of it sends Diana into gory flashbacks.

For that specific reason Babs makes sure to hide all bear themed stuffed animals when Diana comes over.

HEADCANNON #5- Zee

Being in the spotlight all her life has made Zee rather accustomed to criticism. She was always a bit above it.

Petty commentary like 'so annoying' or 'does she think she's cute?' was beneath her concern.

But one always nagged at her.

'Look at her- so chubby!' 'Haha, hamster cheeks'.

That was when the meal skipping started, what was once neglecting breakfast and avoiding extra calories was soon lying about eating and even, on some rare occasions, going as far as throwing up what her father insisted she choked down.

Yes, a kid can be depressed at the ripe age of 8 years old.

Of course she's doing better now. Not skipping any meals. And not giving the comment section the time of day.

Still, she flinches when she hears whispers of 'chubby' or 'fat'.

HEADCANNON #6- Babs

ADHD, Babs has a lower amount of dopamine so that's why she's always looking for a new thrill. Something to invest in that will give her regular amount of dopamine.

Things that lower dopamine like studying or school is of course of no interest to her so she takes no interest in learning about it.

That's why she has trouble focusing on certain aspects of school.

The BORING aspects.

Of course being forced to focus on the BORING aspects lowers her dopamine and she goes to a lapse of what looks likes depression.

It's horrid.

She still hasn't figured bout a way to be entertained with boring stuff but... she's working on it.

The BOYS

HEADCANNON #1- Carter

Carter. He doesn't have depression. At least, not depression depression.

Lol, I know.

I like to believe, in my AU, that he is a selective mute. Which comes in and as a sever anxiety disorder. He only speaks to people he feels comfortable with, or he is used to. And only when it's something he feels comfortable about.

This is just a headcannon. I strongly believe that Carter, in a another AU, doesn't think the twerps worth his time, nevermind his voice.

HEADCANNON #2- Garth

He is one with Depression. In fact him and the rude voice in head engage in daily conversation.

Before he goes to his therapist.

Who likes spraying the surprisingly self-deprecating boy with her plant waterer spray.

No one knows.

No one asks.

How can the confident water boy prince have depression.

HEADCANNON #3- Hal

Good old fashioned depression.

That's it.

He's a depressed Fuck. Who's so obsessed with feeling fine again he can't see how he's hurting others.

But he's being forced to see a therapist (thanks Jess) and he's working on it.

HEADCANNON #4- Steve

ADHD, he's constantly not happy. Dopamine less. So he just keeps his facade of pleasantness on and tries to find ways to be happy.

He figured out quick he liked war stuff. Especially pilots.

Now sometimes it's all that gets him through it all.

Looks fine is most likely silently screaming.

HEADCANNON #5- Oliver

Has anxiety.

I know.

Wouldn't expect it, right?

He's so loud and charming and confident.

Yeah, well it's a layer of confidence. Bravado to shield him from the world.

Be warned that if a single insult hits him it will most likely hit hard- and result in him working even harder to perfect a role.

He does go to therapy though. But he isn't very good at being sincere about his feelings.

HEADCANNON #6- Barry

Bipolar disorder.

This poor boy suffers through the highs of mania and lows of depression.

However since he's always at a higher speed then others they can't tell when he's lagging or acting up.

Unless- unless they pay close attention.

No one really knows....

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I think Travis has done a great job on showing a character that expresses that sometimes trauma actively makes you a worse person

When devo interacts with the church he is vindictive and cold and violent and stubborn

And while he despises the churches methods of control he actively uses those methods against others

Trauma does not always make someone “better” and that’s an important story to tell

75 notes • Posted 2021-10-25 20:35:56 GMT

#4

I can’t believe how many people were like ‘man I wish I could kill berdly’ just for Toby to be like “lmao bet”

83 notes • Posted 2021-09-20 00:55:36 GMT

#3

Words to live by!

105 notes • Posted 2021-03-03 05:45:49 GMT

#2

You can really tell Toby was influenced by old video game playground rumors (like the mew under the truck one) when making snowgrave

Imagine a game like this coming out before Internet reliability and telling people about the route??

‘Oh yeah you have to backtrack all the way to this random grey door with noelle and freeze everyone but kris can’t attack them at all and also you need to tell noelle she has to go on the Ferris wheel with you and insist on buying this ring that only appears on the route and’

It sounds fake as fuck 😭

272 notes • Posted 2021-09-20 16:05:15 GMT

#1

ethersea has some truly wild implications when it comes to wealth and money in general that I'm not even sure griffin is aware of???

like how there are people who are magnificently wealthy (the golden wolves being rich to the point where they laugh at a price of 5 lux) when it has only been 20 years since lux was around

the fact that the very creator of lux (joshy) cannot wrangle together more than 20 lux which from the auction we can see is a not a high amount for high class luxury goods

the fact that workers still feel pulled by the weight of wealth (jeremy and the fuck work chant) despite the fact that their basic needs are cared for. everyone in taz ethersea is provided food water and shelter but the power of a made up currency still compels people to do jobs they find terrible

were the people wealthy now also the wealthy on the surface? how did people get so wealthy, to begin with, in such a short amount of time? there are people like devo who were born under the sea do they still understand lux as a sign of high class? is it something only old surface dwellers truly understand or not?

283 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 18:50:56 GMT

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