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freetheshit-outofyou · 2 years ago

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Let me put it in simple and hopefully you understand it skippy. This past election was fair. The ballot counting was part of a process that was legal in terms of how different States handle their elections. Democrats won and Republicans won. Same ballot for both. Same election. So are we all to believe that when Republicans win. It's a fair election. When Democrats win. It's rigged? You've been told this from a failed game show host in the last election. He's butt hurt because he lost. You're butt hurt because the "Big Red Wave" didn't happen. There's no 2000 mules. There's no fucking Santa Claus either.

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It's like someone grabbed the stupid tree today and gave it a big hard shake and it's now raining political retards. I digress. (Oh, and yes I know I'm an ableist, it comes form being 100% disabled and being shit on but the very people who wait in the wings to call me an ableist. You can fuck right off.) This post is long, just warning you up front.

Ok Sport, let me try to break this down into little bitty words that you can digest and maybe learn something in the process. Ok, Little One? If you think any election in, say the last 20 years, was fair you are fooling yourself. I’m not talking about ballot box stuffing, I’m not talking about laws requiring I.D.’s or even voter intimidation at the polling locations, I’m talking about the long long game that is being played by both sides but most effectively by Democrats. Are you still following along there Bub? Because, I generally don’t pour my political leanings out here, I can see where lots of scary guns might lead you to believe I’m part of the Red Wave band wagon rather than someone who just wants the government to do what it was originally asked with and stop the ever expanding roll they want to play in EVERYONE day to day life. I’m going to give you that, Princess. I give credit where credit is due and Democrats have the best long game in the political arena, a big part of that is they keep people in power for decades and then get pissed when people are given seats to the bench for a life time because we all know they would love life time seats in Congress. Think I’m wrong there Squirt, follow me down the road of the longest serving member of congress. Of the top 25 longest serving members of congress 15 of them are Democrats. 1. Robert C. Byrd (D-WV) Jan 3, 1959-Jun 28, 2010 51 years, 5 months, 26 days

2. Daniel K. Inouye (D-HI) Jan 3, 1963-Dec 17, 2012 49 years, 11 months, 15 days

3. Patrick J. Leahy (D-VT) Jan 3, 1975-present 47 years, 7 month, 22 days

4. Edward M. Kennedy (Ted) (D-MA) Nov 7, 1962-Aug 25, 2009 46 years, 9 months, 19 days

5. Carl T. Hayden (D-AZ) Mar 4, 1927-Jan 3, 1969 41 years, 10 months

6. John C. Stennis (D-MS) Nov 5, 1947-Jan 3, 1989 41 years, 1 month, 29 days

7. Fritz Hollings (D-SC) Nov 9, 1966-Jan 3, 2005 38 years, 1 month, 25 days

8. Richard B. Russell, Jr. (D-GA) Jan 12, 1933-Jan 21, 1971 38 years, 10 days

9. Russell B. Long (D-LA) Dec 31, 1948-Jan 3, 1987 38 years, 3 days

10. James O. Eastland (D-MS) Jun 30, 1941-Sep 28, 1941 and Jan 3, 1943-Dec 27, 1978 36 years, 2 months, 24 days

11. Warren G. Magnuson (D-WA) Dec 14, 1944-Jan 3,1981 36 years, 20 days

12. Joe Biden (D-DE) Jan 3, 1973-Jan 15, 2009 36 years, 13 days

13. Carl Levin (D-MI) Jan 3, 1979-Jan 3, 2015 36 years

14. Claiborne Pell (D-RI) Jan 3, 1961-Jan 3, 1997 36 years

15. Kenneth D. McKellar (D-TN) Mar 4, 1917-Jan 3, 1953 35 years, 10 months

The Republicans have 10 on that list they don’t even enter the list until number 6, there is one exception and I’ll loop back to that. 1. Orrin G. Hatch (R-UT) Jan 3, 1977-Jan 3, 2019 42 years 2. Chuck Grassley (R-IA) Jan 3, 1981-present 41 years, 7 month, 22 days

3. Ted Stevens (R-AK) Dec 24, 1968-Jan 3, 2009 40 years, 10 days

4. Thad Cochran (R-MS) Dec 27, 1978-Apr 1, 2018 39 years, 3 months, 6 days

5. Mitch McConnell (R-KY) Jan 3, 1985-present 37 years, 7 month, 22 days

6. Francis E. Warren (R-WY) Nov 18, 1890-Mar 3, 1893 and Mar 4, 1895-Nov 24, 1929 37 years, 4 days

7. Pete V. Domenici (R-NM) Jan 3, 1973-Jan 3, 2009 36 years

8. Richard G. Lugar (R-IN) Jan 3, 1977-Jan 3, 2013 36 years 9. Milton R. Young (R-ND) Mar 12, 1945-Jan 3, 1981 35 years, 9 months, 22 days Then we have Strom Thurmond who played both sides at one point serving as first a Democrat who holds the filibuster record by a single senator speaking for 24 hours and 18 minuets in 1957 to block the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1957. He would change parties in 1964 to be a Republican. He is also the only senator to still be serving at 100 freaking years old. (Strom Thurmond (D, R-SC) Dec 14, 1954-Apr 4, 1956 and Nov 7, 1956-Jan 3, 2003 47 years, 5 months, 8 days)

I have always given credit to Democrats for their long game, When they are put in power regardless of level have a stack of plans ready to go. Those plans are almost always contrary to what the PEOPLE want but 110% what the Democrat power base and interests want. (See Mr. Biden, day one.) In contrast Republicans talk about plans and what they will do when given power and when they have it they stand there with shocked looks on their faces and their hand devoid of any plan, so they shoot from the hip and miss every mark. (See 2016’s repeal and replace of the ACA.) But Democrats maneuvering start at street level, and they are effective at it. Where Republicans “Work” if you can call it that at the mid-level. (See redistricting that booted Rep. Sean Maloney (NY). They all do it, if you think they don’t you’re diluting yourself.

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There is always talk of ballot box stuffing, ballot harvesting, gerrymandering and the like, more so since CoVID. If you think it’s not happening again see the line above this. It’s happening on both sides, I’m not saying that out of some conspiracy theory, Alex Jones thought process I’m saying it because it’s human nature. Humans cheat at things to win for the sake of the win, and they will cheat more often when they think their chances of being caught are lowest, our voting laws have made that evident. Case in point, I have opted out of every election cycles mail in ballot process since Nevada started doing it, Every cycle I get a mail in ballot, this year I got two? When you go to the poling location they ask you if you have your mail in ballot, I tell them no I burned them. If you do have it, it is dropped into a box and who knows what is done with it. I would prefer it was dropped into a shredder there in front of the voter to remove any doubt of what happed to it but that’s just me. I’d also prefer if mail in ballots were opt-in rather than opt-out. In the 20+ years I was in the Army I had to opt-in for an absentee ballot, I was not just sent one by default. So when I say I give Democrats credit for their ability to advance plan, have plans on hand when needed and their insane ability to keep old ass fuckers in elected seats I truly mean it.

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Now, little buddy let’s talk about money and the media. Because none of this happens without the media and money. This is the root of how politicians get rich in office and how “interests” grease the wheels. It is not the mom and pop donor that is feeding the Democrats 1,222,701,185 in 2022 or the 1,010,083,760 to the Republicans it is big money donors that want hand have the ears of the very people they are pouring cash all over. Sure that bump that the individual donor add stacks up but there is a reason we get a text, a robocall, or an email and George Sporos and Richard Uihlein get a phone call they also get direct access to those in power (See the 2016 State Department emails to and from Chris Canavan of the Soros Fund Management and Assistant-Secretary of State Victoria Nuland Soros at that time was trying to used his direct access to the State Department to effect movement of his “vision of Ukrain” via our State Department. Soros would be part of a call with the State department 6 days after the emails were sent.) As if it wasn’t enough that massive donors have direct access to upper ends of the Government to ensure their political will the US Government itself actively worked to stop the flow of money to political opponents. (See the IRS admitting that it targeted Tea Party and Conservative 501(c)(3) and (c)(4) organizations between 2009 and 2012. Now Sweet pants we get to the media. I’m not going to beat this dead horse very long because it kicks up the flies BUT, it is well documented that mainstream media, online networks and social media have made direct and intentional moves to suppress news that would shine as discouraging light on Democrats while highlighting stories that would show Republicans in an unflattering light. Do you remember the Trump Russian Collusion buttfuck? Of have you, like the media washed that from your mind Comrade? What about the Hunter Biden lap top that was such a work of fiction that Twitter ban people for sharing the story and the mainstream media refused to cover even the Idea of it, and yet here we are with state and federal official investigating it now years later because of it validity. I know you just want to counter with “But Fox news”, Christ Little Britches why in the hell would Fox not be a Right side propaganda outlet when CNN, MSNBC, ABC, CBS, The Times, The Post , and hundred maybe thousands of subsidiary outlets of video and print are doing it for the Left? In conclusion Sport, your entire statement, your entire conclusion is wrong about me. I’m not sure where you dreamed it up from or how you put it together from my posts but than you for playing Bucky.

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nastya-sokolova-2002 · 2 years ago

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Slappy: Now what?

Baby Zubi: The fridge!

Slappy: [Looks in the fridge] What? There's nothing in here.

Baby Zubi: Exactly! Where's all the food?

Slappy: Zubi, you were the one who wanted us to keep our dignity and not sell out. This is what happens when you can't buy things. You don't have things.

Baby Zubi: Then why did you all listen to me?!

Young Yakko: Because no matter how hard it is for me to admit, you were [Gags]... you were [Gags again]... Yakko, you tell her. It's making me gag.

Young Yakko: What she's trying to say is, you're right. We shouldn't sell out.

Baby Zubi: [Smacks her lips] Funny, I thought victory tasted sweeter.

Young Yakko: What does it taste like?

[Zubi tries to think of what victory tastes like, but Wakko sticks his finger into Zubi's mouth and sticks it into his own mouth to try to "taste" victory before Zubi can say anything]

Young Wakko: [Shivers] Kinda like hunger.

[Everyone sighs. Then, Wakko moves his hand to get another taste of victory but Zubi slaps it away. He does this a second time, and gets slapped again]

Baby Zubi: Look, we might have run out of food, but we've still got each other.

[Everyone hugs each other. As they are doing so, the electricity goes out. Slappy and the kids scream when this happens]

Young Wakko: Hey, let's not panic. I'm sure there's a perfectly rational explanation for this. We've just been kidnapped and we're all wearing blindfolds.

[The babies scream]

Slappy: Kids, stop! It's because we haven't paid the electric bill. There's no power. We may as well just go to bed.

[Everyone goes to bed, but since there is no power, they cannot see where they are going; random cars drive by the treehouse, their headlights illuminating the treehouse briefly four times. The first time this happens, we see Slappy and the kids trying to walk out of the kitchen but not actually moving; the second time, we see the them stuck in a doorway; The third time, they try to walk up the stairs, but Zubi, Cora, Katie Kaboom, Dot, Wakko, Yakko, and Slappy do not move, even though they are trying to walk; Skippy mistakes the rest for the stairway and falls; the fourth time, everyone is in the bathroom, getting ready, but everyone takes the wrong part of the bathroom; Zubi uses the toilet as the sink, Yakko uses the sink as the toilet, Katie Kaboom and Cora uses shoelaces as dental floss, Slappy uses the toothpaste as face mascara, Wakko and Skippy uses the toilet brushes as a toothbrushes, Dot uses the liquid soap as toothpaste; the cars finally stop driving by after the bathroom part of the scene]

Slappy: There you go, all tucked up tight. Good night, kids.

Kids: Night, Slappy!

[A car drives by one more time to show the kids' room empty]

[Fade in to a shot of the babies sleeping on the roof. Zubi wakes up and falls onto the couch, which is being repossessed]

Baby Zubi: Katie! What's going on?!

Young Katie Kaboom: Don't worry, Zubi. It's just Slappy's stuff getting repossessed. BY THESE LOW-LIFE, BOTTOM-FEEDING, UNDER-EDUCATED, UNHYGIENIC, SLIMY, NO-NECK, TOXIC, TRIPLE-CHINNED, OXYGEN-WASTING, CRUDE, GUTLESS, FOUL-SMELLING, BUCK-TOOTHED, CORRUPT, FELONIOUS, DISGRACEFUL, DISEASE-RIDDEN, BOW-LEGGED, YELLOW-BELLIED, BACK-STABBING, GHOULISH, VULGAR, DESPICABLE, WORM-HEADED, WORTHLESS STAINS!!!

Repo Man: [Enraged by Katie Kaboom's insult and prepared to fight her, but suddenly cowers into an emotional wreck] I'm only doing my job! Why are you so mean?! [Runs away crying]

Baby Zubi: Katie, what are you doing?

Young Katie Kaboom: Probably going too far.

[A repo man throws Zubi off the sofa, while another one of the repo men carries the TV out of the treehouse]

Young Katie Kaboom: That TV's broken

Repo Man: Is it?

[Katie Kaboom spin hook kicks the TV, knocking the Repo man back in the process.]

Young Katie Kaboom: It is now.

[Another repo man slowly steps towards her]

Repo Man: [Breathing heavily, gulps] Little girl?

Young Katie Kaboom: [In a deep voice] WHAAAT?!

Repo Man: I've been sent to repossess your babysitter's car.

[Katie Kaboom's eyes glow and she turns into a monster]

Young Monster Katie Kaboom: [Roars]

049:Oh, no. Katie ending was a bit harsh.

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anauthorslife · 8 months ago

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This is so heavy that no spoon over the pot can stop it from spilling. These words are raw and authentic, coming straight from an advocate's mouth.

It's going on nine years since I opened up to myself about having my disability, and not many people out there in society will ever get me, and that is a damn shame. Did I choose the right path for myself, and how did I go into becoming an advocate? Gosh darn skippy, I sure did for myself.

Can you even imagine, from nine months old up until adulthood, having a child who has a disability and caring for them? That child knows deep in the back of their mind that there is something off about them while focusing on the positive side of things, or they want to believe that there isn't anything wrong with them while going to school each day. Seeing the same classmates and teacher. All the classmates around her have their own disabilities or conditions. Being in this classroom was a battleground, battling with the different subjects that I had trouble with. And here she would find herself at times wondering about these thoughts that kept popping up in her head: What are the other groups of students in the building like? Because at this time, she was only seeing and knowing about her classroom and only her classroom with other students who had disabilities and conditions. As each year progressed, a change started happening. In the second junior year, it was time to become included with the regular education students. Some of the regular education students were patient with students with disabilities, and you can tell which students were and which students were not. Those who happen to be patient—you saw them helping students with disabilities later on in the day. That made me proud to actually see and know that here I was being included while battling with my disability in mind. And it wasn't just me who was being included in other regular education classes. I see other people with disabilities in these classes too. Yet I still saw some places where it needed adjustments, and as the years progressed, not only was I dealing with these aspects of my own disability, but I was also seeing where there were cracks that needed to be fixed.

2015 came around, and a lot was going on back then. I was feeling down about being rejected from getting a job, so I turned to watching a lot of television to keep my mind off of what was going on in my head. As I shared, I wanted to be the host of my own talk show because this was my dream to be on television for a good reason. I took the idea one of my siblings shared with me, and I came up with Living with Disabilities.

Those who have heard this story multiple times will tell you that living with disabilities was my outlet for accepting my own disability. It took one piece of motivational feedback that drew me in and snapped me into place about my own disability.

I keep going because there are millions of other people like me out there who need their stories to be heard and for those in society to understand that we're people like everyone else. Every person who is disabled has a story, and through that story, some challenges have been faced and overcome, which is why the light shines brighter at the end.

To become a guest on the show, you simply fill out a form. You must be 18 years old or older. If you are not 18 years old or older, you must have consent from your parent or guardian. In the form, you must state that. Living with disabilities does not believe in exclusion. Once you fill out the form, you will then be sent a Zoom link. And if something ever comes up that you cannot make, simply reschedule, and I'll do the same.

#disabilityawareness #disability positivity #podcast #physical heal awareness #physicaldisabilities

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pinksatinsashes · 3 years ago

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The Dream Girl's Guide To Finding Yourself

Figuring out who I was and finding myself has always been something I struggled with my whole life. I remember about 6 months ago I was in tears, completely stressed out, searching how to find yourself when you've lost yourself on google, TikTok and YouTube to find the answers to all my questions. I felt like I had completely lost sight of who I was as a person due to constantly changing myself. However, every time I searched online for answers, all I found were more and more women talking about how they too had lost themselves. I eventually forgot about it, but recently I've felt like I found myself, or am on my way to finding myself and I am so excited to share with you all how I finally was able to achieve that and what helped me in case it might help you to. Grab your pen and paper because the class is in session.

Delete Social Media

We're starting this class with something a lot of you guys probably won't want to do, but in my opinion, it's essential to find out who you are, what your beliefs are and your own real opinions. Social media is constantly painting a picture of what we're supposed to be, how we're supposed to look like, what world issues we're supposed to care about, what opinions we are meant to have and even how we're meant to talk. If you don't speak a certain way people will have something to say, if you don't post a specific issue on your story people will have something to say, if you don't fit whatever aesthetic is currently trending, you often feel left out. That's just what it is, that's how social media works and when you don't already have a clear idea of yourself, your opinions and your beliefs it can be so difficult for you to figure it out when you have all these conflicting messages being thrown at you. Personalities have become a trend. Images have become a trend. EVERYTHING is a trend. Quirky, I'm not like other girl type people were once THAT girl, now it's the grossest thing to ever exist. People define you by your music taste, the books you read, the celebrities you follow as if everyone who likes a certain thing should like these other things and act this certain way. All black people should like this kind of music, all gay people should like this kind. And if you fit into a certain identity but you don't like the things that others with the same identity like you may feel pressure to conform. This isn't an environment you can learn who you are in. Not only does it constantly tell you who you are and how you're meant to feel it's also absolutely awful for your mental health. Whenever I scroll through TikTok I would see controversial video after controversial video with people nonstop arguing in the comments and I would feel physically drained just reading through the comments as I had just been in 6 or 7 different arguments in real life. Or on Instagram, even the "positivity" pages made me feel bad because if hip dips were so great why would you have to keep posting about it? We don't post about how Beyonce is so pretty 24/7 but we do about how stretch marks are perfect. If it was so great surely we wouldn't feel the need to keep saying it. Those accounts made me feel worse than any other account I had ever followed. I didn't even know what hip dips were to feel insure about them in the first place until one account dedicated a whole 10 slides to telling people that there was nothing wrong with them. And I know by the comments that a lot of girls had also just found new insecurities. But the worst way Social Media impacts us, the way we hardly even notice is, it gives us a need for validation. We all know social media is fake. Even Khloe Kardashian who has had god knows how much work done doesn't feel comfortable with a single unfiltered image being out. Every influencer edits their photos and almost everyone only posts the fakest most agreeable parts of themselves. Photos smiling when they were experiencing the worst moments of their lives, only posting superficial photos online and skipping the ones that meant something because you didn't look good there or it didn't go with your feed. It's all for validation, we all have this thirst for it, this need for it. But if we all know how fake social media is, so why do we participate in it? What's the point? Why do we want validation from people who have never even met us? How can you find yourself in a space where you're more than expected to be the fakest person ever. To do things just to come across a certain way. You have no idea how freeing it is to be able to do things, like things say things without worrying about how people will view you. Just because you deleted social media and you're back in the real world where it's obvious how little people actually care. Social Media is also super addictive, it's literally MADE to be that way, to have you scroll and scroll until - oops the day is all gone and I've done nothing productive it's now 3

am. It takes time away from doing things you actually love, like reading books that interest you or doing crafts or learning a skill. When you spend all day on social media it will shape your personality. That's why people have become chronically online, because a lot of the things that matter on there don't matter in real life. If you're trying to find yourself, do yourself a favour and just delete your social media. Stop being the person that's constantly being pushed on you, but the person you actually want to be.

Declutter Your Contacts List

Stop talking to the people that constantly bring you negative energy, the ones that constantly complain about that relationship but never leave, the ones that complain about EVERYTHING, the ones that make you feel bad about yourself. CUT. THEM. OFF. Even if it means you'll end up alone, there's nothing wrong with that. Go through your contacts list and make decisions on the friendships you want to keep and the ones you don't. Give each friend a review. I have a friend review worksheet available right here that you can use. You can either cut off those that don't make the cut or start talking to them less. It's difficult to find yourself when you have people in your life that make you feel like you aren't good enough or leave you feeling drained every time you speak to them.

Find Out What Your Opinions and Beliefs Are

Now that you're done your mental detox, it's time to let some new thoughts and ideas in. What are your opinions and beliefs, and what are the things that you felt like you needed to believe in to fit in somewhere or because someone told you to. Write down all your big beliefs and opinions and research the other side of them. If you're pro-life research why people are pro-choice. (this is how I found out that I didn't agree with being pro-life and I was pro-choice.) If you have liberal views research why other people don't. This isn't meant to necessarily change your mind but rather cement what ideas you genuinely believe in and have reasons behind them that are more substantial than "I saw it on TikTok" A lot of people have opinions and beliefs, not because they actually believe in them but because someone told them a fluffed up version of it. Read books and educate yourself on things you believe in, learn about all the different types of feminism and what they believe in if you think you're a feminist. Educate yourself from somewhere other than social media or word of mouth.

Figure Out Who Your Dreamgirl is and Work Towards Her

Figuring out what the ideal version of you is and working backwards has to be one of the best ways of finding out who you are. The ideal version of me, eats healthy most days and reads books in parks or coffee shops. All those things are available to me now and I just need to work towards them. It's not unachievable. I can start by eating healthy once a week or just researching healthier versions of things I already enjoy eating. KFC turns into homemade wings and sweet potato wedges that I enjoy just as much. It's changes like that that make me feel good, happy and content. In 5, 10 20 years, where would you want to be? What kind of lifestyle would make you feel successful, happy and excited to wake up every morning? Write it down and start working towards it now. By writing these things down I found out what things I really valued most and who I was as a person instead of who I thought I was. I value my health, mental and physical and I value peace and quiet. I'd much rather stay at home with a book than go party. If you need help figuring out who your Dream Girl is to help you work towards her you can use this worksheet I made for you here. Finding out who you are is essential in life so that you don't change for other people into a morphed version of yourself that you don't even recognise and so that you can improve every day, working towards your end goal. So I hope this post helped you. Let me know it did. MUAH xx

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imbeccable-writes · 3 years ago

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Separated Ch 9. - Somewhere, Out There

Summary: Twinkle twinkle Wishing Star Can you hear from where you are It has been quite far too long Since it all has gone so wrong Wishing Star please hear their plea Grant their wish, the Warners three

Or, the Warners make a wish.

Nurse walked into Wakko’s room slowly, rapping her knuckles against the door.

“Wakko? Honey?” she called, allowing some concern to seep into her voice. It was nearly noon and Wakko had shown neither hide nor hair to his caretakers. Nurse knew what day it was, knew it was always difficult for him around this time, but she also knew wallowing all day wouldn’t help at all.

There was no answer to her call. Nurse waited another beat before walking further in. She approached the bed on the other side of the still-dark room and carefully sat on the edge of it, next to the lump covered in blankets.

“Wakko?” Nurse quietly called and rested a hand on the top of the pile.

The lump shifted, like it was turning away and hiding more.

“It’s morning, honey,” she continued. “You’re missing the day.”

“So?” came the muffled reply.

“You should get up, play around. Weren’t you going to help some of the shopkeepers today?” Nurse said. That didn’t get her another response, so she continued, “You need to eat, too.”

It was quiet, and for a moment Nurse actually thought food wouldn’t be enough to rouse him, but then the lump shifted again and Wakko poked out from under the covers. With the little light seeping in through the open door, Nurse could see the tired, blank look in his eyes, the bags hanging under them. His tongue hung out his mouth, the corners of which were turned down.

Nurse met his eye and he gave her a little nod. She smiled, a little pained and sad, and gently rubbed his back.

She stood up, then, and helped Wakko down. Together, hand in hand, they walked out of his room and down to the kitchen.

Honestly, calling it a kitchen was being very generous. It was just the breakroom of the clinic that Scratchansniff used to run, before therapy and the like became a luxury literally nobody could afford. It was tiny and the fridge didn’t work half the time and the stove only had one working burner, but it was all they had.

Wakko pulled himself into one of the worn chairs and stared down at the floor as Nurse tried to scrounge up something for Wakko to eat. Outside the window, he could hear people going about their day, trying to survive the cold January climate.

At least he couldn’t hear the guards’ gloating, though. Maybe they were all still recovering from their night of celebration.

A few minutes passed, and Nurse was able to set a plate of food in front of Wakko; a single, unseasoned egg and dry toast.

“Thank you,” Wakko mumbled, trying to push away the memories of full plates and flavorful food from his mind. It didn’t work. He missed the orphanage.

Even when they’d gotten poor and the food quality and quantity dwindled, Wakko and the other kids had always been full. At the time, he’d thought it was because the matrons were magic. Now, the memories of tight smiles and thinning bodies and growling stomachs made Wakko’s eyes burn.

Nurse gave him a smile and another pat on the head, before waiting for him to finish.

It didn’t take long, and soon, the two of them were leaving the broken-down building, heading for the square.

This winter had been particularly hard. With little to no money, most of the townsfolk hadn’t been able to properly prepare for the cold months, leaving everyone freezing, hungry, and ill. The stress was starting to get to everyone, and not even Wakko, with his infinite hopefulness and catchy tunes, had been enough to keep their spirits up.

It wasn’t all bad though. Last winter, a few of the kids, like Katie and Skippy, had been inspired by Wakko’s beacon of hope and had declared they’d go to the slightly-better-off towns to try and get some money to upstart their town’s economy again. They left at around this time and said they’d be back in a year with their fortune.

(Wakko had wanted to go too, but when he’d told Scratchy and Nurse, they’d gotten that guilty, worried, for-adult-reasons-I-can’t-tell-you-why-but-no look on their faces, and he’d been left waving goodbye on the train platform as the kids left to do something substantial for the community.

He just wanted to help too.)

Those kids should be returning soon. Any day now. And if they were successful, then their little town might finally get some color back in it. Maybe they’d survive another year. Maybe they’d survive in general.

Nurse and Wakko had just arrived at the bakery, one of the places still open that Wakko had promised to help out in that day, when a train whistle pierced the somber quiet of the town.

Everyone stopped and turned toward the station, gasping. The trains didn’t run much these days unless there was a need for them—fuel costed too much, and besides, people rarely had the money or time needed to actually travel places, so the trains would just sit in their stations, gathering dust.

If a train was arriving in Acme Falls, then that could only mean one thing.

Everyone—minus the still-recovering guards, of course—dropped what they were doing and ran for the station. They all gathered on the platform or along the tracks, watching as the train made its way closer and closer.

Wakko couldn’t help the excitement blooming in his chest, pushing away his eight-year-old grief for the moment. It’s been so long since he’d seen the town so lively! He could almost burst out into song with how giddy he was becoming.

The train slowed to a stop and one of the cars opened up. Immediately the kids that’d gone to work appeared in the doorway, big smiles stretching across their exhausted faces, all chorusing an excited, “Hi!”

The townsfolk who gathered all cheered before listening intently to their kids’ dramatic declaration of what they’d all earned. Together, they all pulled out their fortunes: a ha’penny each.

Once again, the town erupted into cheers.

(Normally, half of a penny wouldn’t be so much, but with the way the economy was? It was as if they’d all pulled gold from their pockets. And each one had a ha’penny? Their little town was going to thrive!)

Wakko couldn’t help starting up a song, then. He cheerfully sung out, “They’ve got some ha’pennies today!” and to his immense joy, the kids joined in, repeating what he sang and tacking on an ecstatic “Hurray!”

The song delved into how they received their money, and as everyone moved further into town, where the kids were paraded around, they began singing about all the wonderful things the kids could buy with their ha’pennies.

It was the brightest Wakko had seen the town all winter, and he could almost see the depression lifting off the town as they sang and sang and sang.

Really, after all these years, it shouldn’t have surprised Wakko when it so quickly went wrong.

“Yes, we’re all ecstatic about your newfound fortune,” Baron von Plotz announced as he strolled into the opening in the crowd, where the kids had been the center of attention. “Now, about your taxes—”

As one, the townsfolk sighed and groaned, reality setting back in upon the Baron’s arrival.

Perhaps they shouldn’t have sung so loudly about the new money that had made its way into town.

(Wakko bit his lip and grabbed his sweater and looked at the ground. Guilt twisted tight in his chest.)

It was physically painful watching Plotz go through all the kids’ supposed taxes, rambling on about the different branches they were in and how he calculated them. Wakko had to bite down on a growl when Skippy called the king a jerk for his unfair taxing and Plotz only laughed gleefully before telling the poor squirrel that his comment made him eligible for a new tax. Wakko was sure Plotz was just making it all up now, but with him being so thoroughly in charge, there was nothing any of them could do.

Eventually, Plotz finished and took every single one of the ha’pennies. The kids looked so confused and heartbroken, and the townsfolk were slumping, frowning. Somehow, the town had gone from being the happiest they ever were to the most depressed in less than ten minutes.

Wakko was going to be sick.

Slowly, the crowd started to disperse, everyone going back to their jobs despite the futility of it all. Wakko stood stiff at Nurse’s side, still gripping the ends of his sweater in tight fists. Nurse’s hand was gentle against the back of his head, though he knew she was just as angry and unhappy as the rest of them.

Watching everyone return to the gloom they’d just barely been able to escape, if even for a few minutes, made Wakko’s grief come back with a vengeance.

He turned his head up to look at Nurse, and, feeling his movement, she returned his glance. Her smile was tight, and it made Wakko feel worse.

“Nurse?” he began.

“Yes, Wakko?”

“... I miss my sibs,” he said.

Nurse paused, then sighed. She knelt to his level and wrapped him up tight in a hug. Returning it, Wakko’s eyes burned.

“I know,” she murmured, and Wakko squeezed his eyes shut. “I know.”

It was going to be a long day.

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#animaniacs #wakko's wish #separated #yakko wakko and dot #yakko warner #wakko warner #dot warner #my fics

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dwtsfun · 2 years ago

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Dancing with the Stars Season 31 Week 6: The Night to Right a Wrong

Hey everyone. We are back and I'm just gonna get into it. I think the show is really clicking and working in all aspects and I am so pleased. Tyra seems to have found out how she should navigate hosting in a way that works for her. She does what she needs to but will allow Alfonso to take over at parts where she knows he's better than her. Michael Buble Night was a lot better than I expected. I also enjoyed how much like classic DWTS this particular night felt. Derek and Michael's performance of his new song was *chef's kiss* so good. I'll get more into that a little later. Also, I will explain this title when we get to the elimination. Having Michael give scores was a little much, but it was fine I guess. He wasn't the worst guest judge we've ever had. So we move!

Shangela and Gleb- Tango (Score=45)- I thought this was Shangela's best dance to date. Her feet are a lot more improved. Her frame has also gotten a lot better. Of course, we all know she can perform. She still has a few smaller things to work out with her frame and her feet kinda get stuck every now and then. But I see so much improvement in her and Gleb has been so much fun to watch this season. She brings out the best in him personality wise and pro wise.

Trevor and Emma- Foxtrot (Score=42)- I think this was Trevor's best dance to date. The 9s were kind, but I see definite improvement. A lot of that has to do with his level of comfortability with dancing increasing as well as his confidence in general being better. His frame still needs work. He tends to stick his butt out. And he was kinda skippy throughout the dance when the foxtrot should be very smooth, almost like they're skating on ice.

Gabby and Val- Rumba (Score=46)- Idk where the 10 for this came from. It was fine and I'm glad that she has finally become more stable on her legs (there are still issues every now and then). But I think her arm placement was weird and not super fluid at times. And her hip action, while there, wasn't grounded. So it made the dance look forced. It was a good dance and I see improvement from her, but yeah. It wasn't my favorite.

Vinny and Koko- Cha-cha (Score=36)- So Vinny absolutely struggled the first half of the dance. I guess he made a mistake that I missed very early on. You could visibly see him start to panic and count out the steps to try and get himself back on track. He ended up doing it and the second half was much better. I'm surprised we didn't see at least a 6 from Len. I was fully expecting it and think that the dance deserved it. And I love Vinny, but I gotta be real. I felt bad though because he got so down on himself. He clearly had performed that much better in the past. That being said, I want Koko to bring in someone from the outside to really look at Vinny's feet (and legs) to see if they can maybe get him to better understand how to keep his energy all the way through his toes. He is very flat footed and his legs just lack the crispness that I want. His upper body is fine for the most part (it could use work but his lower body needs to be the focus). It's not a knock on Koko at all. She's been fantastic. But another set of eyes could definitely help pinpoint and try to fix that problem.

Jordin and Brandon- Foxtrot (Score=43)- To me, this was very clearly Jordin's best dance to date. The way she started, I saw all the confidence just beaming from her. Her technique was the best I've ever seen. She didn't go wrong at all. And I have to shoutout Brandon because I feel like this has been his best season as a teacher. I think they should've gotten straight 9s. There needs to be a little more work on the frame, but it was a bit of a showstopper, I must say.

Charli and Mark- Foxtrot (Score=50)- So to get the obvious out the way, this was the best dance of the season and the best dance I've seen in a long time. Now, let me get into what I really enjoyed about this dance. It really took me back to DWTS, before season 18. I really felt like the dances were able to speak for themselves. It felt like an old school DWTS perfect. And imo, it was much more difficult to get a perfect score back then (even to get straight 9s) than it is during current DWTS times. So it is nice to see a dance of that quality without so much of the overly produced dances with the bells, whistles, props and other things that tend to really bog down the dances in my opinion.

Heidi and Artem- Samba (Score=46)- I don't think this was as good as the judges made it seem. While she did everything mostly well, Heidi is missing a very big thing when she dances that all of the other women have. This is a problem I seem to point out every season with at least one woman, but she lacks impact when she dances. It almost feels like she's just going through the motions. It works in lyrical dances. But in the ones where you need more attack, it just does not fly. That was the biggest issue here. I'm not sure what Artem's style of teaching is, because like Tony, this tends to be a problem with his partners. They dance on top of the floor and I want them to dance through the floor. I was fully expecting to see some 8s because her rumba was quite a bit better than this.

Wayne and Witney- Quickstep (Score=44)- With the week these two had, I'm happy they were even able to put together any sort of coherent routine. Now, it was under rehearsed and there were a lot of mistakes. But we all knew that was gonna happen because they did not start rehearsal until Friday. Things happen. He still performed well and didn't let the fact that he got lost affect what he was doing.

Jessie and Alan- Salsa (Score=41)- While this was her best dance, it wasn't clean at all. Her arms were kinda flailing. The lifts were a bit of a struggle. She just has a roughness about her when she dances. I do think there should've been 7s thrown in. But whatever, they were eliminated.

Daniel and Britt- Foxtrot (Score=43)- I really loved the approach Britt took to teaching this dance. I think it helped Daniel connect some of his moves in ways that he hadn't before. There was huge improvement in that aspect. And I felt like he was more confident in where his feet were. I always get the feeling that he questions if his feet are in the right place at the right time, which gives his dances an unsteady feeling. That wasn't as big of an issue with this one. Now his arms are still slightly off and his shoulder crept up from time to time when they were in hold. But it was their best dance.

Now the bottom 2 were Trevor and Jessie. And I have to say that had that sham of a marathon not happened, this would've absolutely been the bottom 2 last Tuesday. So the judges can save their "last week was so hard, now we have another hard one" thing, because they literally put themselves in that position last week. Like that saying goes, "play stupid games, win stupid prizes". Anyway, Jessie was eliminated this week that was definitely the right decision. Derek, idk what's happening to you. You're clicking, but you're clicking down.

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skippy-says-hello · 2 years ago

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New Verse Info

(I’ve decided to make a FNAF AU, mostly to make some sense in Grim being there. It mostly affects their backstory rather than the hunt with her target. I figured I’d keep events and characters in the modern times relatively the same. If you want to read it, it will be under the cut ^^)

Grim and Skippy were not always the assassins/demon hunters they are today. In fact, Grim didn’t always exist. Skippy did, but under a different name. Alice Green, daughter of the affluent man James Green.

Born in 1866, she was the spitting image of her mother. She was a quiet babe, her cries hardly being heard if she was across the room from someone. Her father was almost disappointed, believing he had yet another child incapable of continuing his work. However, he was proven wrong as soon as she was able to crawl.

She became extremely destructive. At first, it was small items. Things that were replaceable. But she quickly grew to attacking others. She hadn’t fatally wounded anyone. The worst she did as a youngster was break bones. But that would change under her father’s guidance.

She would always be quiet, calculating. If people didn’t know her, they would assume her timid. Even more so when she was brought into the family business. You see, her father had always been a scientist of sorts. And a killer. One of his murders produced something he had never seen before. A substance that would, much later, be called remnant. He decided to study it, wanting to see what all he could learn from it.

They became a father-daughter duo, targeting those the authorities would be less inclined to investigate the deaths of. To ensure even less investigation occurred, they made each death look like an accident of some sort or another. Those who would likely be targeted talked amongst each other, suspecting one serial killer. But they could do nothing about it.

Alice and James would use the remnant in their inventions. Most cases ended in failure, but one device was very successful. A device that not only allowed for teleportation, but time travel. The only downside of it was that it used remnant as fuel, and required refilling whenever used too exhaustively.

As time wore on, Alice’s father became more and more paranoid. One day, they would surely get caught. If he was caught with her, they would both be executed. But if Alice was the only one caught...

With those thoughts in mind, he began to plant evidence behind Alice’s back. She noticed fairly quickly what was happening. She played dumb, slowly gathering their notes, remnant, and devices to be brought to what they agreed would be a safe house. A cabin in the woods. It could house two people, but would be far more comfortable with just one.

When she just had a few notes left to gather, she killed her father and all those who were still in the mansion she had grown up in. Those siblings who were lucky to survive had been away, either already married or visiting potential suitors.

She killed one extra person, a woman who was close enough to her height to be mistaken for her. She set the mansion on fire to hide all evidence and to fake her own death. She then disappeared, only going back into civilization for more remnant and supplies.

It was 1885 when Cynemaer, a demon who would later become her worst enemy, attacked her. She was not exactly saved by Grim and Skippy. Rather, Skippy gathered all the remnant she could and went to Adonis.

Skippy had already commissioned him to create an automaton body for herself. They used magic to allow it to move on its own and appear more human, though the side effect of that was Grim. A personality the body formed almost completely by itself, though Skippy did have influence on some traits she’d rather not carry. They also ensured that the body wouldn’t have memory of this time, wanting it to believe it’s completely human.

The remnant that Skippy collected would attach to the automaton, ensuring Alice, now known as Skippy, would survive in some form. The automaton was returned to the cabin and time it ‘originated’, allowing both Grim and Skippy time to become acclimated to their body.

They became demon hunters first, assassins later as Grim became okay with the thought of killing humans. It was 1886 when they were approached with the job of hunting Cynemaer. Rather, Skippy forced the person to hire them, using the device as ‘pre-payment’ for their work.

Now, they have been hunting the demon for two years, though time hopping made such measurements moot. Skippy still makes sure to leave Grim in the dark about what and who they are. She gathers the remnant they need, fueling their device first and giving the leftovers to Grim to experiment on. She won’t explain what it is to the girl, simply saying it’s a chemical she happened upon. That it has a lot of potential, but she isn’t sure what kind of potential it has.

#ooc #FNAF Verse #Muse: Skippy #Muse: Grim #Muse: Cynemaer #Muse: Adonis #tw: murder

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thelordofdarkreunion · 3 years ago

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Things the Scoundrels are No Longer Allowed to Do- Part II

Based on “Skippy’s List,” I have continued “A List of Things the Scoundrels are No Longer Allowed to Do.” I hope you enjoy it. The original can be found here:

https://thelordofdarkreunion.tumblr.com/post/637424500291600384/a-list-of-things-the-scoundrels-are-no-longer

The group known as the Magnificent Scoundrels has gotten a bit out of hand. This list was compiled by Admiral Hackett of the Systems Alliance, Admiral Kelly of the GA, Fleet Admiral Hood of the UNSC, Inquisitor Vail of the Holy Inquisition, Commander Briggs of the Frontier Militia, Princess Leia of the New Republic, and Director Fury of SHIELD in order to curb the Scoundrels’ more dangerous or inappropriate behaviors. These rules apply to all Scoundrels and their teams/crews.

207. Expended ammunition is not a business expense.

208. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to call requesions officers or quartermasters “sugar daddy.”

209. There is no “anti-Shepard conspiracy” within the Scoundrels’ fleet. That’s the Citadel Council’s thing.

210. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to adopt dogs to “sic on the brass.”

211. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to pay Revenant to kill people they don’t like.

212. None of the Scoundrels are The Chosen One. That was Anakin Skywalker.

213. It is wrong to fire warning shots at drivers who do not recognize your right of way.

214. Reading is not “for officers only.”

215. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to ask anyone who outranks them if they’ve been smoking crack.

216. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to turn their starship command rooms into throne rooms. Especially with tacky carpets.

217. We are not making clones out of any of you. You are all hard enough to deal with as is.

218. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to steal any massive, mobile space stations or star fortresses, which include but are not limited to:

- The Rock

-The Phalanx

-The Citadel

-High Charity

-Cloud City

219. Thomas Drake is not allowed to crash economies “because it’s fun.”

220. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to assign nicknames to anyone.

221. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to make chain guns that fire miniature nukes

222. The weapons specialists of the Apocalypse are no longer allowed to collaborate with the engineers of the Normandy or Enterprise, and Quill is to give up the nuke chain gun.

[I will not! How can you stop me? I have a chain gun that fires nukes!]

223. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to wake up superior officers with cymbals

224. Napalm Sticks to Kids is not a motivational song.

225. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to quote bastardized versions of Dr. Seuss rhymes on military operations.

226. Command decisions do not need to be ratified by a ⅔ majority.

227. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to line their helmets with tin foil to “block out the space mind control lasers.”

228. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to start any SITREP (Situation Report) with “I recently had an experience I just had to write you about…”

229. Do not attempt to take the gas masks off of Death Korps troopers.

230. Rodents are not entitled to burial with full military honors, even if they are “casualties of war.”

231. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to mock command decisions in front of the press.

232. You should not speculate on the penis size of anyone who outranks you. Especially if they’re in earshot.

233. You cannot arrest children for being rude.

234. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to create new, made-up government forms, then insist they be filled out.

235. No one is allowed to perform “lap dances” in uniform.

236. Past lives have absolutely no effect on the chain of command.

237. Cain is technically allowed to kill any of you if he finds reason to, so stop pissing him off.

238. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to defect to other military service branches during training missions.

239. Your race is not “other” on official documents.

240. There is no Scoundrels ethics committee. And if there was, Thomas Drake would not be chairman.

241. Chainsaws are not the answer to every question. Nor is “more chainsaws.” Or “chainsaw cannons.” Except for that one time, and yes, it was awesome.

242. Stop posting classified information on social media.

243. Adam Vir is no longer allowed to play “Hippocratic Oath chicken” with Dr. Kril.

244. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to cook nerve gas in the sink.

245. There is no “annoy” setting on a phaser.

246. A wet towel is not an improvised weapon. Unless you’re Master Chief. There’s a reason the Covenant calls him “The Demon.”

247. I know you all have passes, but if the gun can’t fit through the x-ray machine, it doesn’t go on the plane.

248. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to download Internet Explorer into the Geth hivemind or the Martian noosphere.

249. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to demand payment in liquor, backrubs, or bubble wrap.

250. Any Exterminatus-grade weapon is not “my little friend.”

251. Airlocks do not double as waste disposals.

252. No member of the Scoundrels or their crews are a pagan god or goddess of fertility.

253. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to learn profanities in any language that can bend reality.

254. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to steal their own souls.

255. There is not a Space Marine Chapter whose heraldry is a smiley face.

256. The following weapons are no longer allowed as dueling choices: steamrollers, nerve gas, land mines, or heavy artillery.

257. Shepard is no longer allowed to drive or pilot anything.

258. Han Solo is no longer allowed to attempt any piloting maneuver in which the original inventor was killed doing.

259. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to play The Only Thing They Fear is You every time a super soldier enters the battlefield.

260. In formal introductions to nobility, you are not allowed to introduce your companions as “the other guys.”

261. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to monologue.

262. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to do anything that would make a Sith Lord cry.

263. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to get telepaths to hurry up the speeches of long winded politicians.

264. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to hand over annoying reporters to any organization that could be considered a theocracy.

265. If a black op requires you to impersonate an employee, you are not allowed to bill the target for overtime.

266. By definition, chaplains cannot be atheist.

267. The proper response to the question “Why?” is not “Why not?”

268. It is assumed that a properly trained Titan Pilot knows what at least one of the buttons in the Titan’s cockpit does, and it is wrong for Cooper to pretend otherwise.

269. At the end of a high profile assassination mission, the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to play disco music on the target’s phone.

270. The Scoundrels cannot hear the soundtrack.

271. Thermonuclear hand grenades do not exist, and the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to try and make them.

272. I assure all of the Scoundrels with absolute certainty that Ralph is not a traditional Japanese name.

273. None of the Scoundrels are from Margaritaville.

274. Hawaiian shirts are not part of any of our governments’ formal uniforms.

275. Master Chief is not allowed to record Gravemind ASMR.

276. The Scoundrels are not allowed to write tell-all books about anything.

277. “Legends never die!” is not a valid excuse.

278. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to think of new, creative, or fun uses for cursed artifacts.

279. Check the door means listen to see if there’s any activity on the other side, not put multiple rounds through it.

280. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to give wasabi to unsuspecting aliens.

281. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to do anything they saw Jackie Chan do.

282. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to implement any battle plan that includes the words “and hope they miss a lot.”

283. There is an upper limit to the number of people a bullet can go through.

284. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to unionize the Unggoy.

285. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to hack forge world PA systems so they only play Allentown.

286. Sarcasm is wasted on Imperial Stormtroopers.

287. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to upload porn to the HUDs of their commanding officers.

288. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to download porn from the HUDs of their commanding officers.

289. No matter how tough the battle, the Scoundrels are to keep the congratulatory ass-slapping to a minimum.

290. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use time machines to invade Germany on August 31, 1939 and thus secure Belgian dominion over Europe.

291. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to Tokyo drift tanks

292. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to “catch air” in military vehicles.

293. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to send anything to the past, future, or alternate dimensions.

294. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to mount speakers on tanks to play Ghost Division as they drive into battle.

295. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to post memetic hazards on the internet.

296. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to bind eldritch dieties to their will and make them mow the lawn.

297. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to load weapons with all tracer rounds

298. If your personal weapon can be read with a Geiger counter, you aren’t allowed to have it.

299. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to turn Khornite daemon worlds into self supporting blood banks.

300. “Pimp my Death Star” is not a real show, and we are not bringing Grand Moff Tarkin back from the dead to host it.

301. Prussian Glory March is not a disco song.

302. We know that Shepard was brought back from the dead by Cerberus, but no matter how high profile or how close a friend, the Scoundrels are not allowed to ask Cerberus, the Adeptus Mechanicus, or, god forbid, Fabius Bile to bring anyone or anything back from the dead.

303. Any weapon that can be set to “flay” is strictly forbidden.

304. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to sing the Oompa Loompa song every time someone annoying dies.

305. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to store squeeze tubes of explosive putty in medicine cabinets.

306. On most planets, shoulder holsters are frowned upon as casual attire.

307. Zero body count does not mean just the ones they can find.

308. Walmart is not a one stop shopping place for hunting demons.

309. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to play football/soccer with AT-ST or Sentinel walkers.

310. None of you are currently parents, but if you ever become one, Trazyn the Infinite is not to be named your child’s godfather.

311. You know what, the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to name any of the following as godparents of any potential children:

-The God-Emperor of Mankind

- Emperor Palpatine

- Councilor Sparatus

- Leman Russ [Bjorn said it was OK so fuck you.]

- Kahless the Unforgettable

- Kuben Blisk

- Kharn the Betrayer

312. Searching a building means entering it, not leveling it with artillery and digging through the rubble.

313. FedEx does not deliver to Tatooine.

314. None of the Scoundrels are allowed to single-handedly make Starfleet Academy the number one party school in the universe.

315. Covering fire does not include nuclear weapons.

316. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to challenge anyone to a dance-off to the death.

317. Kirk, rifts in the time-space continuum are not for your personal amusement.

318. Blowing up the top twenty floors of a building is not a “diversion.”

319. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to convince Sith Lords to use Force lighting on their welding projects.

320. Canadian is not a real language, and you can’t set your translators to it.

321. There is no such thing as a were-saxophonist.

322. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to tell new personnel that starship windows can be rolled down.

323. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to start wars between major weapons corporations, especially “because I’m bored.”

324. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to clear enemy underground bunker complexes just using Bangalore torpedoes.

325. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to order a lance of Imperial Knights to perform synchronized dance numbers.

326. The Scoundrels are to leave out human mating rituals when presenting cultural exchanges to alien ambassadors.

327. When raiding enemy corporations or terrorist organizations, the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to look at the target’s HR files to see if they have better benefits.

328. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use time machines to collect autographs.

329. Any buttocks belonging to the Scoundrels or any of their crews are permanently forbidden from making contact with any copy machine.

330. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to go FTL to avoid red lights.

331. “Just throw them out the airlock” is not a backup first contact protocol.

332. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use the Enterprise’s transporters to fill enemy starships with jello.

333. None of the Scoundrels are the patron saints of large explosions.

334. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to make, accept, or take rake-offs on bets concerning X-class end-of-the-universe scenarios.

335. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to go on PA systems and announce they just won The Game. Goddammit.

336. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to trick Captain Marvel and Cato Sicarius any superheroes or super soldiers they deem “annoying” into fighting each other.

337. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to sell tickets to or organize cage matches between prominent super soldiers.

338. Lockpicking and door breaching are two entirely different things.

339. Performing obscene acts while in the cockpit of or piloting large combat mechs is strictly prohibited.

340. Freeing slaves out of justice is good. Out of spite, not so much.

341. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to compose offensive emails during stealth operations on the target CEO’s email and subsequently CC the entire company.

342. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to recreate the Charge of the Light Brigade with the Death Riders of Krieg.

343. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use telepaths to get out of speeding tickets.

344. The state-controlled news service of the Imperium of Man most definitely does not have a liberal bias.

345. Likewise, the state-controlled news service of the United Federation of Planets does not have a conservative bias.

346. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to kidnap Ewoks or Volus and put them in hamster wheels.

347. Adam Vir is to, by order of Supreme Grand Master Azrael of the Dark Angels, return the Watchers in the Dark he took from The Rock as pets.

348. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to spend the entirety of their bonus pay on lottery tickets.

349. The very concept of a Hutt lap dancer will earn a surprise visit from the Deathwatch.

350. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use grenade launchers to play bocce ball.

351. If you are unsure of which side of the road you are supposed to drive on, the middle of the road is not a healthy compromise.

352. No matter how cool it would be, the Scoundrels are not allowed to use any time machine to loan General Eisenhower a squadron of X-wings for D-Day.

353. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to program medical droids for “aggressive dentistry.”

354. The Scoundrels are to stop trying to get a reality TV show based on themselves.

355. Garrus Valkarian is not “on loan” to the Vindicare Temple to improve either his or their sniping skills.

356. Pointing out a massive plothole in any bad guy’s plan will not stop them from attacking you.

357. Preliminary nuclear bombardment is not automatically Plan A.

358. Maverick and Tope are not tax exempt for being chaplains.

359. Thomas Drake is to stop teaching classes to the rest of the Scoundrels on tax evasion.

360. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to refit tanks with jump jets.

361. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to create their own currencies.

362. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to set Jawas on fire with a massive magnifying glass.

363. The Stanley Cup does not have the same power as the Holy Grail. Not even on Canadians.

364. The Scoundrels are not allowed to steal the Stanley Cup.

365. The Eldar really hate it when you greet them with “Live long and prosper.”

366. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to give pre-teen children their phone numbers, especially when they are on black ops.

367. You cannot partake in the sport of fencing with a broadsword.

368. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to switch nationalities or service branches for tax purposes.

369. None of the Scoundrels are “He who must not be named only in passing.”

370. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to shoot at natural disasters.

Well, there it is. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you would like to add to the list, feel free!

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charles-and-camilla-fanfictions · 3 years ago

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15. A Shift of Perspective - part 1

If you’re reading as a one-off, this part (1/2) is set at Camilla's house in 1987 following a shock accident.

If you’re reading as part of Tea Time - this is chapter 15 - part 1.

It was gone midnight and Camilla had just turned off the lights and was settling down to sleep when the telephone rang. As always, when the phone rang at an unusual time, a cold seeped through her.

“Hello?”

“Milla?”

“Darling?” His voice sounded so strange, almost high pitched. Then all she could hear was sobs. “Darling, please tell me what’s going on.” But he couldn’t. She heard him start to speak and collapse into sobs again and then there was a series of squeaks. “Okay, Darling… Let’s try ‘yes’ and ‘no’. Can you say them for me?”

“Yes.” It was an effort but it was decipherable.

“Okay, Darling, are your children okay?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Well nothing else matters then. We can take our time. I’m going to just talk to you, okay? Just listen to my voice, Darling. Let’s think… I went on a beautiful ride the other week. All the trees are in bud and the cherry blossom is like walking through snow. I love cherry blossom. It’s such a shame it’s so short lived but it’s quite stunning. I took ratbag out as she’s acting up a bit and I figured she needed a bit of attention. She’s such a jealous horse. Darling, please try to breathe. Do you want me to stop talking?”

“No…”

“Okay… So I took her out to Dutton’s Pond. Well, that was a mistake. There were so many people there, kids on bicycles, getting stuck in the mud and crying, dogs flying about the place, you know… Anyway, we just stuck to the path and walked through. I had to keep telling the kids to stop coming up to stroke the horse. Why would you do that whilst someone is riding? Try to breathe, Darling. Slow down your breathing… Anyway, you know how jealous Missy is, she lunges at any unfortunate child who dares to get too close and I had these mothers glaring at me as if I was the one doing something wrong, you know, rather than their children who are just frightening the poor animal. Then some yappy little dog comes and starts attacking her ankles and she reers right up and starts doing that sidewards skippy thing you see at the dressage. Then she’s determined to get me off. So she flies off in a gallop and I see this fence ahead of me. She could easily have cleared it, so I brace myself, but no. Sodding horse decides she doesn’t want to jump, comes to a dead stop. I go flying, I don’t know how I stayed on. Right out of the saddle and land on her neck. Then she’s bucking, trying to get me off and I’m pissed off by this point, manage to get back in the saddle, don’t bother with the stirrups, just hang on with my knees, and it’s a complete battle of wills then. Nightmare horse.” She could hear that Charles had stopped sobbing. All she wanted to do was to take him into her arms but she kept on telling the story, knowing it was soothing him. “Eventually, she stops being the devil possessed and I walk her round. She was so skittish on the way back. Everything spooked her. At one point, I had to get off and walk with her. She’s not let me ride her since. Thank goodness I still have Molly to ride.”

“Are you okay?”

She smiled, his concern for her overriding his upset. “Yes. I was just annoyed. Darling, what’s happened?”

“There was a car accident.”

“Is everyone okay?”

“No.”

She waited but he didn’t continue. “Who had the accident?”

“Mannakee.”

“And?”

“He’s dead.”

“He’s the officer? The one you got rid of last year? Because of Diana?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you so upset? You didn’t like him. I mean, it’s dreadful for him, obviously, and his poor family, his poor poor wife… but...”

“Diana…”

“What about her?”

“She’s come round… Unconsolable… Demanding to know why I’d done it…”

“Done what?”

“Why I’d had him killed.”

“What?”

But he couldn’t continue, his tears returned and he didn’t carry on.

The shock of his statement brought with it a fresh resentment. “Darling, she’s unhinged.”

“Is she?”

“Well you didn’t have him killed, so yes, I’d say that was a fair assumption.”

“But what if I did…”

Camilla waited, horrified at what he was saying, her heart stuck in her chest, refusing to beat.

“What if it is my fault?”

“How is it your fault, Darling?”

“What if he was killed because of me?”

“What are you saying?”

“What if they decided he was too much of a risk to the firm and got rid of him?”

“Who is ‘they’?”

“I don’t know.”

The relief made her heart beat frantically and she let out a breath she didn’t realise she had been holding. Then came anger. A fierce, stabbing anger towards the woman who had put the thoughts into his head. “You need to stop with that line of thought.”

“Do you think I killed him?”

“No! Not for a second. Darling, stop. Stop everything right this second. She does this to you every time. Spins a yarn so convincing you end up doubting yourself, blaming yourself. You are not responsible for this. Not responsible. Not!” She was almost spitting, a rage so tight it constricted her throat. And a sorrow for his pain that merged with the rage. “Please, Darling, don’t do this to yourself. You didn’t do anything, did you?”

“No…”

“There’s no ‘but’ so don’t add it.”

“There is though!”

“It’s not your fault.”

“She thinks it is. Other people think it is…”

“Why would anyone think that? The only dealings with this man you have had is when you tried to get him reinstated because that woman was upset he was being moved back to uniform. Because of what was going on between them. And, knowing that, and knowing you didn’t know, she had the gall to request that you get him reinstated!”

“I’ve done much worse. We’ve done so much worse.”

“Not then, you hadn’t. Darling, we weren’t even speaking to each other then. And now? Diana is under no illusion that you’re together. Or maybe she is, but that’s not your fault.”

“But I sent him away.”

“You didn’t, actually. But you should have. He had overstepped his remit. Considerably. You can’t do your job if you’re romantically involved with the person you’re meant to be protecting. He should have been sent away.”

“She was devastated.”

That angered her further and it was tinged by an old jealousy which she tried very hard to keep under wraps; it hurt that he still cared about how Diana felt. She knew it was right and she knew that was how he was, but it stung in a way she would never admit to. It took a few moments to swallow the green fury inside her and to breathe and to calm and soften her voice. “Darling, did you stop seeing me because I was sent away from you?”

“No.”

“Well then. She wasn’t that emotionally invested in him then. And she soon moved on to someone else.”

“She said that I couldn’t cope with her having a lover so had tracked him down to kill him.”

“Eighteen months down the line?”

“Yes.”

“So you are that obsessed with Diana, who for all intents and purposes you’re separated from, and consumed with jealousy over a man she clearly wasn’t that interested in, that you needed to make sure he was killed, when she has had a string of lovers since and they’re all still alive? Oh, and to top it off, you had the audacity to do this whilst having an affair of your own with a woman you have been romantically linked to for the past sixteen years?!”

“Yes.”

“Can you not hear how ridiculous this sounds?”

“When you put it like that… But it sounded a lot more reasonable when Diana was saying it.”

“I hate how much she gets into your head. Darling, you would know if you’d orchestrated some man’s execution.”

“Would I?”

“Yes! Good grief, Charles. Why are you so unsure? What’s eating away at you?”

“That it was done on the behalf of my family, so that…”

“So that what?”

“So that Diana and I could maintain the complete facade of a marriage.”

“Darling, if that’s true…”

“If it’s true, who’s the next target?”

That was like being injected with a fast moving, icy gel which ran through to every cell in her body. “It’s not true.” She said the words with a conviction she didn’t feel, hoping the sentiment would infect her body. It didn’t. “It’s not your fault.” That she believed.

“I love you so much. I’m so sorry.”

“It is not your fault. She’s got so deep into your head you’re seeing conspiracy theories where there aren’t any.” But she faltered before she spoke and she knew he would notice, feeling the tears mounting at the shock of her own admission.

“See… Even you think that might be true…”

“I don’t, Darling.” She could hear the tears in his voice and she succumbed to her own.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better and I love you for it, but I’m right aren’t I?”

Any hint of doubt, she strangled in her mind. It wasn’t worth thinking about. She couldn’t have him panicking about her, being this upset about this perceived threat to her. “No, you’re not right. Who is this imaginary ‘them’ anyway. Do you honestly think your mother would bother with Mannakee? She probably didn’t even know about him. If it was your mother killing off unsuitables, I’d have gone a long time ago.”

“Don’t say that.”

“But I’m right, aren’t I? Mannakee wasn’t a threat. I am. Or I could be. I could be whispering into your ear and demanding to become the next Duchess of Windsor. That’s a real threat.”

“Perhaps he’s a warning?”

“No. This is Diana getting into your head. Don’t let her. It’s not a conspiracy.”

“Well perhaps the government then?”

“You think Mrs Thatcher cares about us? Or who Diana’s sleeping with? Give her a bit of credit. This is madness, Darling.”

“People are going to think I got him killed.”

“Which people? Diana? She’s living in a paranoid nightmare of a reality.”

“This is going to come out at some point.”

“Well we’ll deal with that, then.”

“Darling, whatever happens, I will always love you.”

“I love you too, my darling. Highs and lows, it doesn’t matter.”

“I wish you could be here with me.”

“I do too.”

“Darling, I’ve got to go, she’s outside the door. I can hear her.”

The dial tone sounded and she was left alone, the phone still in her hand. She got up and wrapped herself up in a large blanket before shuffling downstairs to shove on her boots. Then she grabbed a torch and made her way outside, down the gardens to the stables. Slipping into the stall, she disturbed the horses and a dark shadow rose to its feet and came to greet her.

“Hello Missy.”

She stroked her nose and listened to the whinny of greeting, before hiding her face in her neck. It was calming to just stroke her neck, to feel the warmth and the company of her silent companion. To let her tears fall freely yet obscured by the dark of the night. To miss him with every fibre of her body and to love him with a new ferocity she had yet to comprehend.

She wasn’t surprised to see him the next morning. She was outside on the front steps with just a cardigan pulled over her night gown and her boots on, chain smoking, and he showed up at her door like an apparition. She pulled him inside without words, without a greeting. He seemed to have lost any will of his own, just followed her up the stairs and watched as she took off his coat, his jumper, his shoes, his trousers. Then he sank into her arms, into the soft welcoming embrace of the duvet and lay still, his eyes closed. She ran her nails across his back, scratching him slightly, kissing him occasionally and it wasn’t long until he fell asleep. She lay there a little longer, watching him sleep before gently extracting herself. She stroked the frown on his forehead with her finger and kissed it, noticing the furrow ease slightly with satisfaction, then left him to sleep.

A few hours later she returned with a tray and woke him with a kiss on his cheek and a hand smoothing his hair. He smiled when he saw her and reached up to kiss her. It shocked her how much emotion she could feel through that one kiss. He rested his head back onto the pillow and looked up at her as her hand stroked his cheek.

“You’ve brought food.” He whispered to her as she fought the torrent of feelings provoked by looking into his eyes.

“I thought you’d probably not eaten breakfast, so this is a late breakfast.” She kissed him again, just as gently, then pulled away and added jokingly, “But I’m not feeding you so you need to sit up.”

“I’d feed you if you were sick.”

“You’re not sick.”

“Emotional sickness.”

“Emotional trauma, yes. Darling, I will feed you if you want me to, or if you need me to.”

“No.” He sat up and pulled her next to him. “I’m okay. I’ve got you.”

They ate in silence. Camilla could see how shaky he was but didn’t comment. He could smell the packets of cigarettes in her hair but didn’t say anything. The last piece of toast he loaded with honey, making a sweet dessert for his breakfast. She eyed it, making him smile and he held it out for her to take a bite, which made her smile.

“So I’ve let you sleep, and fed and watered you. What’s the next thing on your list.”

“You.”

“Or a wash?”

“Am I meant to take the hint? I’ll have a wash if you do. You can wash your hair. I love the smell of your hair when it’s freshly washed.”

“Which is a very polite way of saying I hate the stench of smoke that’s usually in your hair.” He didn’t argue and she laughed. “Okay, Darling. I’m all smelly from putting horses out anyway.”

He pushed his nose in her neck and gave her a good sniff, making her giggle. “Can you blow dry it? Then it’s all soft and fluffy?”

“If you wish.”

“But I want a proper hug before a wash.”

“A proper one? As opposed to a pretend one?”

“Come here.”

He manoeuvred her, making her laugh until he had her straddling him, his arms holding her to him and his face nose to nose with her. He kissed her, making her smile and pulled at her bottom lip with his teeth.

“I can taste honey!” Then he licked her face like a dog, making her squeal before pressing his nose into her neck and relaxing against her. “You’re a messy eater.”

“Am I?”

“You had honey on both corners of your mouth.”

“So you thought you’d groom me?”

“Yes, I did, rather.” He took a great bite of her neck and pretended to maul her, enjoying the sound of her giggles until she retaliated by blowing a raspberry on the side of his neck. “If you do that again, we won’t get to have a wash.”

She stopped playing and relaxed into the hug, running her fingers up his neck, into his hair. “How are you feeling, my darling?”

“Like I don’t know who to believe.”

“How so?”

“Well the police initial report said it was an accident. But Diana is absolutely certain it isn’t.”

It was enough to send her straight back to the rage from the previous night. “And why does her nut-job opinion have equal sway on you to a police report?”

“Are you jealous, Camilla?”

“Oh Camilla now?” Yes, she was. Jealous of a woman she hated. And mad about being called out on this by him.

“That’s really unlike you. And you’re not usually nasty about her either.”

“She’s come in and upset you, made you think that you’ve murdered someone. I think I have a right to not like her.”

“No, you don’t. She’s not well and you shouldn’t make fun of her mental state like that.”

Camilla sighed, hating him for being reasonable. “Okay. I apologise. I won’t make light of that again. But the fact still stands that her views are not always the closest to reality and you treat them like they are.”

“But on this, she could be right!”

“And you choose to persecute yourself rather than accept that she isn’t rational.”

“I think we’ve given her enough to become like that.”

“We absolutely did not. She had an obsession with us being together that was completely inaccurate.”

“It was never inaccurate.”

“So you didn’t cut me out completely. For years?”

“Oh. I did cut you out. But it was never inaccurate because I’ve been in love with you since the first time we met. I got so angry with her for having a tantrum about that bracelet I got you. And about me wearing the cuff links you got me. And about me keeping pictures of you. It was just fuel to the fire. What right did I have to be angry? And I did stupid things like call her by your name and talk about times she could easily figure out were times I spent with you. It was never inaccurate because I’ve spent the entire time I’ve been married to her wishing I was with you. We might not have done anything. But I was in love with you Milla. And mourning the loss of you. I made her the way she is now.”

“No, you didn’t. She was the way she is way before she met you. You can’t take all that guilt.”

“But I should take the parts I’m responsible for.”

“Will that make either of you feel better?”

“Probably not. But it’s right.”

“You’re letting guilt paint the picture for you. I’m sorry I ever encouraged you with her. She seemed perfect. She created an entirely different person to court you and then burnt away the veneer the second you couldn’t back out. Then systematically went about trying to change who you are to suit her. I will never ever forgive her for destroying you. For continuing to manipulate you and making you feel as low as she feels.”

“She just loves me and got hurt because I could never love her in return.”

The idea was so preposterous she wanted to scream at him, but she kept her voice level, with effort, trying to pull away from him slightly but he didn’t allow it. “She has never loved you. The man you are. She loves the position and the opportunities it opens for her to be adored.”

“Stop it, Camilla. I can’t hear this. It doesn’t matter if you’re right, I can’t take it. She’s the mother of my children. I can’t hate her. It’s too hard.”

“But I do. She’s made you so unhappy.” If she wasn’t so angry, she would have cried at this, even now her voice trembled as she said the words.

“Well don’t hate her to me. It’s too hard. I have to see her, spend time with her. Be loving towards her in front of the world, in front of my sons. Don’t make it harder for me.”

“When you accept that you’re not responsible for that man’s death. I can be civil about her. But I won’t take the things she does to you.”

He squeezed her tighter. “Never, ever feel jealous of her.”

“Never let her make you feel inadequate.”

“Shall we move onto Andrew now?”

“That’s not funny.”

“Sorry.” He kissed her neck and pulled away to look at her face. “I think we do need a wash after that discussion.”

“It had a few edges. Wash them away?”

“Good idea. I can cope arguing with you when you’re wrapped in my arms.”

“Discussion.”

“Discussion, yes. You’re only allowed to argue with me like that in future.”

“You storm off when we actually argue.”

“So I can cry without you seeing.”

“You’re such a big softie.”

“Don’t tell everyone.”

“I won’t. You’re my big softie.”

“I can’t live without you.”

“I’m not asking you to. Ever. I’ve got you wrapped in my arms now. You’re stuck.”

“Can you wrap me in your legs too?”

“Gladly. After you’ve showered.”

He watched her return from the bathroom, her hair wet and dripping down her back, her face flushed from the hot water. She turned away from him as she undid the towel and he watched her, wondering if he’d ever not want to watch her.

“Stop staring. Go.”

He returned to the sound of the hairdryer and smiled. She was wearing a long t-shirt which bothered him slightly but her hair was already fluffy. She turned when she heard him and smiled, turning off the machine.

“Come here.” She beckoned him with her fingers and he came, sitting on the stool next to her. “Hold out your hands.” She squirted talcum powder and he stared at it in confusion. Laughing at his expression, she kissed his cheek. “It will dry you. And it smells nice.” He patted it haphazardly on his chest and she rubbed some on his back. Then she gave him a pad and pointed to her clavicle. He dabbed her gently and as she took the pad off him, she pulled his head down into her neck.

“It smells of you.”

“Well, the other way round.”

He didn’t kiss her, although he wanted to, just let his nose trail up her neck, not expecting the lack of contact to have such an effect on his body, seeing the reaction on hers. She ran her forefinger across his chest and over his shoulder, edging closer to him as she did so. Then he reached both hands to her head, pushing his fingers through her hair, tilting her face upwards to look at his. Her eyes were dark and were looking at him in a way she never had before. It was almost impossible not to kiss her but her eyes were too beautiful to look away. “Every single thing about you…”

Her lips pressing against his drowned his words but she didn’t shut her eyes. His fingers ran through her hair until her hand caught one of his and she led it down the side of her face, down her neck to her chest and then her eyes closed when he kissed her this time, grasping onto her, hearing her gasp her breath, feeling her respond to him.

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shimmershae · 3 years ago

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My thoughts on Episode 3--Hunted.

Most of you lovelies already realize this, but my thoughts tend to zig and zag quite a bit, lol. So. To save some of you the headache and spare you from seeing spoilers you’d rather not see yet, I’m again placing them behind a cut.

First things first. I have totally turned into Yvette Nicole Brown with her TWD notebooks, lol, and I’m not even sorry. I just felt like it would be fun to go back when the final episode is in the books and see how well my thoughts from these early episodes line up with what I’m feeling when we say our (not-so) final goodbyes.

But that’s enough about that. Let’s get to this thing.

It really is insane how very much I love Melissa McBride. Just hearing her doing the previously on TWD recap voiceover makes me ridiculously happy.

Cole! Dude! We hardly knew ya.

Not gonna lie. That first shot of Maggie in all the chaos reminded of a shirt I’ve seen. It says--”Well, well, well. If it isn’t the consequences of my actions.”

I have to hand it to Angela and the rest of her team. These opening scenes--on all 3 episodes--have been BOMB so far. They really hook you in right away. At least IMHO.

I realize I’m behind the game on this little tidbit, but how much do I adore the fact that Dog is now in the opening credits?

Okay. Alexandria might look like it’s been on some kind of post-apocalyptic bender but all our girls are looking beautiful as ever. Maybe it’s Maybelline, lol.

I love to see Kelly and Carol still gravitating toward each other. It really speaks to each woman’s heart. Carol wants to make amends so badly and Kelly just has the most lovely, warm, forgiving heart.

Carol’s point about Alexandria still needing the horses to help with the heavy lifting and pointing out the walls and rebuilding won’t matter quite as much if they’re limited by their hunger and what they can physically lift on their own isn’t wrong. But I’m sure the same viewers that were okay with Daryl and Co. going out on Maggie’s suicide mission (using the same reasoning) and saying it made sense for the bigger picture will pretend not to recognize that the same element is there in Carol’s desire to go out there and look for the horses. You know. Because it was Carol’s idea and not that of their fave(s).

Aaron, Man. Or maybe I should say Angela. You just had to put a pit of dread in my belly mentioning Buttons like that. RIP, Buttons. You deserved better. I’m still traumatized.

Look at all the babies bonding. Look at RJ getting to sit at the big kid table.

“My mom always comes back.” She damn well better. Those babies need her. Until she does, though, Uncle Daryl and Aunt Carol (and Aunt Rosita and everybody else) are going to be there.

Anyway. Poor RJ. He barely ever gets any lines, lol.

Hershel and Judith are obviously the mini-adults in this group and baby Rhee is already more cynical and jaded than his sweet daddy was until they reached Alexandria and the wheels started to come off.

So. Does Maggie just think everybody’s already dead here or what? Hmm.

You know. Any building can be creepy AF when the lights are off and it’s dark, lol. Any building.

So much darkness so far this season. I’m going to have to invest in some blackout curtains. I just know it.

Where are all those stairs leading? Why am I thinking of Hitchcock? Am I mixing up my scary, suspenseful movies? Probably.

Of fucking course, Maggie dropped her flashlight. Thank goodness she had that lighter at the ready just before Ghost Face Reaper took a swipe at her.

Is that Father G with a screwdriver impaled in his thigh? Listen. These people deserve a Mega Bottle of pain killers and a week just vegging out in a soft, luxurious bed.

All these horror movie tropes. Some of them are cheesy, yes. But I’m totally here for it.

LMAO. That’s it, Maggie. A good old punch in the nuts works every time.

Alden really is having a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.

Negan is still Negan. Self-serving and looking out for number one. But I believe the man really does feel the group is his group too. He’s like that long lost, sketchy uncle nobody wants to acknowledge much less invite to the dinner table, but that bond? However thin? Is there.

I am both hating that Maggie is being forced to work with the man that murdered her husband (my baby Glenn) and finding it fascinating the lengths she’s willing to go to survive. This your plan, Angela?

Rosita and Carol! How sad is it that the last really significant scene I can remember the two of these women sharing was way back? Before Rick and Co. attacked Negan’s outpost and Maggie and Carol were subsequently taken? If only the show had done more of these kind of scenes.

How much do I love all the girls working together? Gimps would never. They’d all be stuck back at Alexandria minding the kids and the community.

Shallow aside--Rosita is so pretty in this scene.

Rosita being worried about Carol honestly makes my heart hurt, because it’s about damn time more of them actually did. Her saying Abraham is trying to tell her something in her dreams is interesting. Angela sure loves her dreams, doesn’t she?

Where are Daryl’s dreams, hmm? No. Seriously. I guess they want to give some viewers plausible deniability until the bitter end.

“Really? We’re just gonna go toward the screaming? Cool.” Hahaha. You know. Even the smart people in horror movies sometimes bite it, Negan. Just saying. Maggie really does need to “stop running up the staircase” when she could just run out the front door though, lol.

Poor Duncan. I think you could have been another Tyreese, Jerry type for me.

WTF does this show have against horses? Those poor creatures.

Kelly is totally me right now. I’d be freaking inconsolable.

Carol needed that hug. Thank you, Magna. From the bottom of this tired fangirl’s heart, thank you.

Why give us that beautiful, golden shot with the horses when you’re planning to stab us through the heart later and twist the knife. Oh. Yeah. That’s exactly why.

Oh snap! Father G’s delivery when he tells that Reaper “I’m not. God isn’t here anymore.” Cold as ice.

Judas. That the Reapers’ work. Or. Damn. Either way, that’s harsh.

Back to what Alden was saying. All these oprhaned children. Who’s going to take on Adam if he dies? That poor kid has had a rough go of it. Knowing that, makes you wonder what Alden was thinking volunteering for the suicide mission.

Omigosh. There went Agatha. Terrible way to go. Right, Beatrice?

I’m sobbing. Carol with the horse. That hurt my baby so much but she hurt herself for her family the same way she has been doing since the Prison. Melissa Mcbride? When she cries, I cry. Every effin’ time. Aaron being there just made it hurt more. But at least someone was there to see how and really take in how she continues to break pieces of herself off to keep her family as whole and safe and happy as she can.

Rewinding a minute--that Magna and Carol conversation. I get Magna’s reasoning too. I do. But Angela is just making everything so dire right now so that the sun when Connie is ultimate found shines a ltitle brighter.

Those babies know they’re eating horse. I could never.

That’s got to be a different Coco. She’s even smaller. But she’s gorgeous.

Fucking finally. Angela having the other characters notice after an eternity of being blind to it, just how much Carol sacrifices of herself for them. It’s so long overdue and I imagine Rosita’s even more worried for Carol now. It’s a shame it’s taken 11 seasons. My baby’s had blood on her hands trying to keep her family safe and whole and happy and fed for a long damn time. So heartbreaking watching her try to scrub the blood away.

Sweet, sweet hug that Kelly gave Magna. She’s such a sweetheart kid sis to all of them, isn’t she?

Interesting place of refuge. A gutted church. A visual symbol, Angela, of where Maggie and the rest of our people are now perhaps?

“It’s easy for you, isn’t it? Being reckless with sombody’s life...” Maggie. Maggie. Those words would have hit so much harder if we hadn’t spent the majority of the last 2.5 episodes watching you ignore sound advice just because it came out of the mouth of somebody you (justifiably) hate.

But will Alden be there when Maggie and Negan get back? That is the question. Or will he eventually Lucille himself?

That little bit of lineup Negan music to remind the audience of Negan lovers and sympathizers that he once took great pleasure in murderously swinging a bag at people’s heads was a nice, subtle touch there. Like agree with her or not, Maggie is literally left to rely on the hope, however small it is, that Negan has changed just enough that he won’t try to finish a job he taken on years before--killing what’s left of her.

Oh lawd. Next episode sees the return of a character literally nobody asked for. How excited am I not?

Dog better not be harmed or so help me.

Now for Angela’s weekly explanations of WTF she/there were thinking because they been doing this plausible deniability thing so long some people out there watching with biased, muddy stan glasses can no longer separate head canon from canon.

Is Maggie worried at all about Daryl or does she just assume his superhero powers are in full effect in this episode?

“You can’t really say it wasn’t going to happen anyway.” Not Angela pointing out that simply laying the blame for literally everything bad that ever happens at Carol’s feet isn’t the answer. Say it louder for those in the back. Alpha was going to do what Alpha wanted to do.

“There is love there. There is respect there. However, there’s also frustration...” You damn skippy. Friendships and human relationships are complex AF. Like Carol. She’s honestly one of the most complicated characters on this show and any show, IMHO. That’s what makes her so memorable and such a lightning rod for discussion.

I know I might be in a minority, but I really feel like they need more of those little scenes between the kids to keep things real.

Kang saying she always feels like she’s going to get murdered in a staircase or parking lot is relatable, funny, and sad all at the same time. It’s a girl thing.

Why is Carol’s story giving me Dark Knight vibes? Like I feel like she’ll gladly shoulder the burden of their distrust, their hate, or their judgment as long as the hard choices she makes keeps them safe. And she’s still ultimately going to come back to save their asses even when they forsake her. Just like Bruce Wayne/Batman. Am I reaching too far, lol? Because sometimes I do that.

Anyway. This is the third episode of the season and the third episode in a row that I mostly enjoyed. I don’t know if I’m just so relieved and happy to have all the characters and my show back or what, but overall? I’ve been pleased with the episodes and found something to love in all of them.

There’s a much stronger horror vibe woven throughout Season 11 so far. I feel like it’s a return to the roots of the show and I like that. Literally none of the characters are making perfect choices and this viewer is here for it. My only complaint so far is there hasn’t been enough Carol but what we’ve been given has felt like a gift and significant in a way that Gimps’ version was not. Also? I really hope the trend of the ladies working together and supporting each other continues because they rule the TWD world, lol.

Hope you enjoyed at least some of my TWD word vomit.

Until next episode.

#The Walking Dead #Season 11 #TWD spoilers #things that make me smile and cry #for reasons #my heart

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gstqaobc · 4 years ago

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✝️✝️✝️FIRST WEEK OF LENT✝️✝️

GOOD MORNING KIDS ☀️🙂,

I HAVE HAD AN ALL NIGHT AWAKE. I THINK IT IS A CROSS BETWEEN FEELING SO MUCH BETTER AND ALL THE COFFEE ☕️ I HAD YESTERDAY.😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣.

WE ARE NEARING COMPLETION OF THE FIRST WEEK OF LENT.

TIME IS WHOOSHING BY. I AM UTILIZING #LIVELENT THE APP FROM THE CHURCH OF ENGLAND. A VERY DEAR FRIEND CONNECTED ME WITH THE APP LAST YEAR, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜, AND I WAS SO GLAD IT WAS AVAILABLE AGAIN THIS YEAR. I WANT TO SHARE A WEE BIT. THEY HAVE BEEN FOCUSING ON THREE BOOKS OF THE NEW TESTAMENT, MATTHEW, MARK AND LUKE, SOMETIMES CALLED THE SYNOPTIC GOSPELS BECAUSE IN A SYNOPSIS, THEY SHARE JESUS’ TEACHINGS. HIS METHOD BEING THAT OF A STORY TELLER. WHEN I WAS IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL WE USED TO DO CONTATAS, SPRING CONCERTS MUSICALS. I LOVED THEM!! I CLEARLY RECALL ONE ENTITLED THE STORY TELLIN’ MAN. THE SONGS IN IT TOLD OF JESUS’ STORIES OR PARABLES. MANY PEOPLE ARE AWARE OF THESE PARABLES EVEN THOUGH THEY MAY PRACTICE ANOTHER FAITH, HAVE NO FAITH, OR LIVE BY THEIR OWN MORAL CODE. THE PARABLE OF THE GOOD SAMARITAN, IS ABOUT A MAN WHO STOPS TO HELP AN INJURED MAN AT THE ROADSIDE DESPITE SOCIAL BARRIERS AT THAT TIME. THINGS ARE NOT SO DIFFERENT TODAY ARE THEY?

THE NEXT PARABLE IS THE SHEPHERD SEARCHING FOR A LOST LAMB AND JOYOUSLY HE SHARES THE NEWS ONCE HE RECOVERS IT SAFELY AND RETURNS IT TO THE FLOCK. MORE JOY IN FINDING THE LOST SHEEP THAN THE ONES WHO SIMPLY DID NOT STRAY. WHEN I FIRST STARTED HAVING SPINAL ISSUES, I WAS IN UNCONTROLLABLE PAIN, I COULD NOT LIE DOWN. THE ONLY POSITION WAS TO PERCH ON THE EDGE OF A CHAIR ON MY RIGHT BUTTOCK. I SPENT MANY MANY A NIGHT WALKING AROUND MY DINING TABLE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW MY LIFE HAD SPIRALLED WHILE I WAS ON MY MONTH HOLIDAY TIME. I HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS WRONG AND I AM A NURSE!! I COULD NOT FATHOM PAIN LIKE THAT JUST OUT OF THE BLUE. I THOUGHT I WAS LOSING MY MIND. ONE NIGHT I HAPPENED TO PUT ON THE TV OR MAYBE IT WAS A RADIO. A PASTOR WAS SPEAKING ON JUST THIS PARABLE ABOUT THE WANDERING SHEEP. I HAD WANDERED FAR FAR FROM MY FAITH AND TRULY I WAS A GOOD PERSON BUT NOT RIGHT WITH GOD. THE PASTOR CAUGHT MY ATTENTION BECAUSE OF THIS. HE SAID, SOMETIMES A SHEPHERD HAS TO MAIM THE LEG OF A LAMB TO STOP IT WANDERING FROM THE FLOCK. THAT WAS A SPIRITUAL LIGHTNING BOLT MOMENT FOR ME. COULD THIS ALL BE HAPPENING TO DRAW ME BACK TO HIM? INDEED THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED. I BECAME SO CLOSE WITH SO MANY FAMILY MEMBERS, FROM WHOM I HAD BEEN MORE DISTANT. I CONNECTED WITH SO MANY. NOW I AM NOT SAYING GOD MAIMED MY LEG. I AM SAYING GOOD COMES OUT OF EVERYTHING, ALWAYS, YOU MIGHT HAVE TO SEARCH BUT IT IS THERE. THAT IS MY PERSONAL PARABLE I NOW SHARE WITH MY LOVING TUMBLR FAMILY.

THERE ARE NUMEROUS OTHER PARABLES. I PLAN ON READING THROUGH THE BOOK OF LUKE STARTING TODAY THROUGH THE WEEKEND. IF ANYONE IS INTERESTED IN JOINING ME, OR READING ANOTHER OF THE GOSPELS OR READING SOMETHING UPLIFTING I HIGHLY ENCOURAGE IT. THIS WORLD IS SO INFESTED WITH SATAN’S EVIL MACHINATIONS, WE SEE THAT DAILY WITH WHAT MADAM DOES, WE NEED TO LOOK FOR THE LIGHT 💡, JUST AS A LIGHTHOUSE IS A BEACON FOR SHIPS ON STORMY SEAS, LIGHT CAN GUIDE US SAFELY ON OUR JOURNEY. I WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW I TAKE MY FAITH AND PRAYER VERY SERIOUSLY. I PRAY FOR MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS, NEIGHBOURS, MY CHURCH, HOSPITAL DAILY. I ALSO PRAY FOR MANY OF YOU, BY YOUR NAME OR YOUR USER NAME ID. I PRAY SPECIFICALLY FOR OUR BELOVED SKIPPY💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻✝️✝️✝️🐼✝️✝️✝️🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜 WHO PROVIDES US A WELCOME HAVEN IN ANY STORM WE ARE EXPERIENCING OR HAVE EXPERIENCED. A PLACE WHERE WE WILL BE WELCOMED WITH OPEN ARMS OF LOVE AND NO JUDGEMENT. THIS TRULY IS A PLACE WHERE GOD AND GOODNESS DWELLS, MINUS THOSE TROLLS. I PRAY FOR PRAYER REQUESTS OR SOME POSTS THAT INDICATE SOMEONE IS HAVING A HARD TIME. PRAYER IS VERY POWERFUL, ESPECIALLY INTERCESSORY PRAYER. THAT IS, PRAYING ON BEHALF OF ANOTHER. I WISH YOU ALL GOD’S BLESSINGS AS WE FACE ANOTHER WEDNESDAY.

LOTS OF LOVE AND PRAYERS💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻✝️✝️✝️PG✝️✝️✝️🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

GOD BLESS AND KEEP EACH ONE OF YOU.

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Family & Bonds AU Headcanons

I an dabbling in a couple of AU’s currently. Primarily what I have posted is a Family and Bonds AU titled....Family Bonds. (original. v crafty. wow.) Anyway, lengthy post under the cut.

I shifted the family tree from Bonds in order to accommodate the incredible characters designed by middlewarnersibling in Family to be the Warner trio's parents, and I love that story line for them.

In Bonds, it seemed odd that Bosko would some how not notice his lover's aging or just how she managed to keep all three kids a secret, but I figured, one was totally possible and that one child was Slakko, their father from Family. So it goes like this:

Oswald and Ortensia have a daughter named Odelia.

Odelia has an affair with Bosko Warner

Culminating in middlewarnersibling’s character Slakko Warner. Odelia still never tells Bosko and before the baby arrives, Bosko’s bleeding heart brother, Kokko offers to marry Odelia so the baby at least appears “legit.”

So Kokko becomes the Warner trio’s legal grandfather.

According to Family, Slakko meets Ophelia, a cat toon who sings and dances. They hook up and reluctantly wind up in a shotgun marriage and eventually all three kids are born.

Yakko is approx 5-6 years older than Dot and 3 years older than Wakko, putting him solidly in the middle.

Their birthdays are all in different seasons; I have decided Dot is mid-late June, Wakko is early October and Yakko is January, so their age gap gets all wonky at certain times of the year.

Babs and Buster were actually about 14/15 respectively at the launch of Tiny Toon Adventures which makes them both a couple years Yakko's senior.

I also think it makes for an excellent joke about Yakko always gunning for older women.

(For future reference, yes this makes Buster a solid 7 years older than Dot.)

The rest of the primary Tiny Toons crew is pretty much on par with the exception of Hampton and Dizzy who I headcanon as younger by about a yearish.

(Why yes, Yakko and Dot both have deep seated parental trauma, why do you ask? Wakko does too but it uh....comes out in a different way.)

I headcanon an interesting arch for Slakko which involves something of redemption? In Bonds while Bosko is on the hunt for the Warners he finds this other Warner and decides to see if he has any information. Slakko is living alone in a bit of a shite apartment and mostly keeps to himself and has been ok at staying out of bigger trouble. So when Bosko and his boys arrive at his door he's suspicious and ready to make it a fight if he has to. But there isn't much of a fight; Bosko demands to know where the trio is, Slakko honestly has no idea but Bosko doesn't believe him. The weasels and whomever else Bosko brought as his cronies beat the shit out of him but he holds true to his story.

So Bosko finally believes him. More or less. He doesn't want to have to come back here so he decides to make sure that Slakko can't ever 'see' his children again and has whomever's with him hold him down and burn his eyes with dip. So Slakko's left blinded, injured and probably should be dead but he's not.

Yakko remembers that his folks hardly ever reported an injury or used a hospital unless they absolutely had to. So, close to the end of the show Yakko finds out his father actually used medical services and decides to figure out how to get himself listed as an emergency contact. Not that he intended to ever come to assist but more so that he can make sure to be notified of anything particularly fatal. In Family, he lamented that he never got to say goodbye to their mother and as much as he disagrees with him, Yakko never wants to miss that chance again. So, post Bonds, he ends up finding out about Slakko's sudden blindness and discreetly, not to the knowledge of Slakko or his sibs, decides to help out. Just this once, is Yakko's reasoning.

Um....some cute things I headcanon....

I kept Wakko's diabetes....not cute but like, it's more light hearted than that other stuff tbh

Also not 100% cute: Babs continues to go to therapy to address things like depression and PTSD but it takes some....convincing for Yakko to see someone again. Especially after being made to on the lot. But after a particularly bad night he agrees to give it a shot.

Basically, they coax each other through episodes and have learned to spot when they're each using coping mechanisms in harmful ways and call each other out on it. They make a fantastic team.

They also don’t totally shy away from the conversations with their daughters. They introduce what’s appropriate and with their age gap that can be tricky.

They both also have a very....interesting time being parents early on. Babs is waiting to see if she'll feel what her mother must have felt that made her leave them in a huff and Yakko's struggling to come to terms with the fact that there was nothing wrong with him, his father just never wanted them. Basically they're looking for when another shoe will drop but it won't because they don't just love their kid, they wanted them.

They got to make a choice their parents didn't.

I do have fankids for Babs and Yakko, both girls, both named after powerful women in art and history. Lucille Ophelia and Jacqueline Madeline. (If any of you know the Madeline namesake I will be impressed AF)

Lucille very strictly goes by Lu, call her Lucy and you die (unless you're Wakko. This kid plays favorites and he is it.) and she is a handful of a teenager. Sharp tongued and sharp witted.

Jackqueline, or Jackie, is 5 years younger and is so naive and sweet it hurts and she is Daddy's Girl capital D. Yes, at first they figured she was just masterful at the cuteness game like Dot was but as it turns out, she's got that Wakko style innocence.

Babs jokes that she's clearly actually Wakko's kid. (There is absolutely no possible way for that to be true. Which is why it's funny instead of suspicious.)

They have both watched Animaniacs and Tiny Toon Adventures and just to piss off her dad, Lu says Tiny Toons is her favorite.

Skippy, like Dot, had a dance focus and so, in a few years' time, she's gonna run into him on the set of a music video. That'll be fun!

Babs and Yakko have pissed of more than one director for going off on what appear to be essentially joke tangents but it's actually the two of them attempting to out do each other until there's a clear winner. They are both spotlight hogging, competitive lil shits.

It's Babs' idea for Wakko to try fronting the band he's in and his bandmate get stupidly jealous and steals his girl....oops.

Dot is stupidly beautiful and very much lovable (wow. shocking.) And some poor poor blue bunny is gonna fall face first into a sitcom level affair....and since he can't tell either of his best bros about it he ends up drunkenly calling Babs who just laughs her ass off the whole time.

Yakko can play chess in his head. Like...he doesn't need the board. He can just keep track of the pieces. (Honestly, having to be so damn smart is a complex brought on the physical and verbal abuse from his father.)

Wakko....honestly, as smart as he can be and as righteous as he is, he has that Warner independence streak something bad after touring. He tries a bit much and ends up starting a fight with someone and long story short, he's caught with that twink stuff from Family (unfortunate name tbh basically, think crack.)

Yakko is obviously beside himself and Dot is more or less oblivious as she's at university at this point. Basically, shit hits the fan and the brothers split.

Dot tries to keep in touch with Wakko but he severs the connection from both his sibs.

Wakko does get clean. He also falls in love with a remarkable human toon named Jesse.

He’s also still friends with Foghorn, who is actually a pretty great support in all of this.

I headcanon Wakko as demi homosexual.

Much to her own surprise, Babs LOVES being a mom.

Yakko struggles with partnership. A lot of what goes into being a parent are things he’s already experienced and he has a hard time NOT being a know it all and actually partnering with his wife....it’s a fun dynamic.

Yakko also still has a crush on Max Goof that he SWORE he was over but after seeing him at random very much IS NOT.

It's not just Wakko making horrible choices btw. Sorry this was meant to be the cute stuff....uh....

Both Yakko and Wakko walk with their sister at her wedding (told you things will circle back!)

#animaniacs #family and bonds #family bonds au #is it an au when it's just blended fics?#bonds #family #animaniacs family #animaniacs bonds #Headcanon Time #fanfic #relax #he isn't going to leave his wife for max #pretty sure #lol #none of these kids are het or mono tbh

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fandomlurker · 4 years ago

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A Ponderous Rewatch: In the Garden of Mindy

So today’s episode is neither a regular Pinky and the Brain skit nor a mere cameo. Today’s episode is…different, as the opening that spoofs the 1980s CBS Special Presentations pops up.

Perhaps the Warner Siblings can shed some light on this?

“Hi. We’re the Warner Brothers.”

“…And the Warner Sister.”

Look at these smug little gremlin children. You just know something is wrong when they make faces like that.

“And we’d like to invite you and all the members of your household…”

“…to gather around the TV set and join us now…”

“…for a very special episode of Animaniacs.”

“And what’s so special about it?”

“I’m not wearing any pants!”

…Wakko, you’re never wearing any pants.

Okay, okay, so we have the usual opening song and then the real explanation comes along.

“Welcome to the Animaniacs test kitchen!”

Oh no…

“We’re cookin’ up something really different for today’s show. All we need are our ingredients!”

Oh, kids, no!

“A dash of Pinky and the Brain!~”

WARNERS, PLEASE!!!

Man, the mice look so worn out. Did they…try to escape the Warner Siblings to avoid this whole thing? Like, that’s the only reason I can think of for why they look so tired as opposed to surprised or nonchalant like the other characters: They’re exhausted from attempting to run away. And for Pinky to be tired out is very, very telling.

“A cup of Slappy Squirrel!~”

Slappy is resigned to her fate.

“A tablespoon of Goodfeathers~”

I’m sorry about the smear face I managed to capture on you, Yakko.

I love how Bobby’s smirking a little, Squit is grinning like usual, and Pesto is looking at both of them like “If this is in any way you guys’ fault, I swear to the Godpigeon you’re all in for a beaking.”

“Add Rita, Runt, then swirl!~”

Meanwhile, Rita and Runt are just baffled.

“We add a pinch of Hippos~”

Why do you only have one of them?

…Wait, this is a fat joke, isn’t it? Goddammit.

“Buttons and Mindy, too~”

“Now top it off with Skippy Squirrel~”

Buttons and Flavio right now:

“What’s that make?

Animaniacs Stew!~”

Well, okay. We can at least call everything that results from this by a catchy name: The Stew AU.

“What’d we come up with?”

“Just watch…”

Oooh, children. You’ve committed a culinary evil this day.

“They’re Mindy and the Brain~”

So we’re mixing up the Animaniacs cast of characters and shows today.

[sighs]

Okay, so I guess it’s time to explain the basic premise of the Buttons and Mindy shorts and why they’re not fondly remembered, huh?

Well, the whole thing with Buttons and Mindy is a variation on the Baby’s Day Out type of scenario. Buttons the family dog is put in charge of guarding and babysitting Mindy, a friendly and curious toddler, by the mother of the family. The mother leaves to go…somewhere, and Mindy inevitably wanders off to chase after a bug or something new and interesting that she sees. Buttons goes after her because he loves Mindy very much and wants to keep her safe and be a Good Dog, and Mindy naively and unknowingly wanders into increasingly dangerous and life-threatening situations that Buttons must save her from, all the while getting beaten and bruised by the situations that were threatening Mindy.

The shorts usually end with Mindy and Buttons somehow ending up back home with Buttons ragged from the abuse he’s endured and Mindy perfectly fine except for maybe not being tied to her tether or in her playpen or whatever. The mother comes home and sees that Mindy is not quite where she was when she left her, or the surrounding area is a mess or something equally not that terrible, and berates Buttons for not taking better care of Mindy and calling him a Bad Dog.

And that’s where it ends.

If you’re not busting a gut at that description, congratulations, you are just like 90% of the Animaniacs audience.

The reason these shorts just don’t work for a lot of viewers, myself included, is that this kind of scenario is only funny once or maybe twice. After that, you just end up feeling bad for Buttons and don’t want to see a cartoon dog go through a conga line of pain that he doesn’t deserve. Not to mention that the whole premise can be boiled down to “Severe Parental Anxiety: The Show”, and not a lot of people like feeling that way for ten minutes or so per cartoon episode.

The reason the scenario works for a comedy movie like the aforementioned Baby’s Day Out is because the people going after the baby in that movie are kidnappers and obviously terrible people who only look out for the child’s safety so they can hold the kid for ransom, thus the pain they go through while the child remains okay is funny. Trying to do the same thing with an innocent family dog that just wants to keep a toddler safe? Not very funny at all. It’s just sad.

“Mindy and the Brain!

One’s a small child,

And the other’s…the Brain!~”

So now we have a Buttons and Mindy episode with Brain filling in for Buttons. Already this is…not great, but I suppose it’s the only suitable fit for Brain because he’d have it so, so much worse if he was put in the cast of the other skits.

I like the Goodfeathers skits, but I feel like Bobby and Pesto wouldn’t put up with his world domination shtick and end up berating him and/or beating him up. And Squit? Squit’s a do-gooder but he definitely doesn’t have Pinky’s level of passive subordination. Brain would be completely out of his league.

This isn’t to say that I wouldn’t want to see Brain interacting with the Goodfeathers, because holy shit yes PLEASE I would love the chaos that would ensue. I just think Brain wouldn’t last on his own with them.

Brain would, again, be completely out of his element in a Slappy Squirrel cartoon. Slappy’s skits hinge on her being a senior Looney Toon-type who knows just how to handle absurd scenarios and villains. Brain gets lost and confused incredibly quickly when unexpected situations pop up. He’s not a quick thinker in general. He’d be toast.

Being inserted into a Rita and Runt skit… Well, Rita wouldn’t be a good partner for obvious reasons that will become even more apparent later. And Runt is kind and a bit dimwitted but he’s no Pinky. Runt isn’t the type to be interested in helping to take over the world. He just doesn’t have the skills to do…almost anything that Pinky can, and he doesn’t have the drive to do it. Runt just wants a home and that’s it.

As for the Hip Hippos, there’s a skit of theirs down the line where Brain is involved and it honestly turns out about as well as it does for Brain in this episode.

So, let’s see how Brain fares in a world without Pinky.

“He uses his lobe

To overthrow the globe!~”

Also, we’re again treated to TMS doing the animation, which certainly elevates this skit quite a bit.

“She’s whimsy,”

I love how Brain goes from shock and surprise to absolute petulant grumpiness after seeing that Mindy put him in a jar.

“They’re Mindy and the Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain!~”

If only this was the extent of your humiliation today, Brain. If only.

[Various raspberry and baby babbling noises]

“Hi, Lady!”

“It’s ‘Mom’.”

This is honestly the only joke I ever liked in the Buttons and Mindy shorts. Apparently it was based on something a real child of a friend of an Animaniacs creator would say to their mom.

“Now listen, honey, mommy has to go to a better parenting conference. You stay right here and play.”

A “better parenting conference”, huh? Lady, you need it more than you know. For many reasons.

“Okay Lady, I love you, buh-bye!~”

Is anyone else getting a horrid sense of foreboding and dread from Mindy’s doll looking like a simplified Elmyra?

“Now, Brain, you keep an eye on Mindy while I’m gone.”

Nothing like leaving a mouse in a cage in charge of a toddler, huh?

Gosh, brain’s so adorably chubby in this episode. Look at him. Look at that grumpy face and that pudgy belly.

“I always get an attitude from him…”

Yeah, he’s… Yeah. That’s Brain, all right.

“At last, that meddler is gone! I’m free to begin my plan to…conquer the world!”

I love that back shot of Brain so much. It’s perfect. That’s the perfect Brain proportions and I can only dream of being able to draw cartoons that well.

“First, I’ll use telepathy to open the cage.”

C-come again? “Telepathy”?

Brain, honey… You’re looking for the word “telekinesis”. You should know this.

Also I guess Pinky’s not the only one with telekinesis capabilities.

The fact that he cocks his head to the side when he turns the trowel with his mind is a nice little detail.

“Now to get Mindy…”

That strut, though. He’s a mouse on a mission.

“Come, Mindy, it’s time for us to conquer the world!”

...Okay, I’ll say it: Mindy is very cute in this shot.

Meanwhile Brain...looks like a gremlin.

“Why?”

“By right of superior intelligence, I am best suited to guide the destiny of this planet.”

Careful, Brain. You’re getting dangerously close to--

“Why?”

“My empirical powers give me the mandate.”

BRAIN, this is starting to sound like eugenics...!

“Why?”

“Because it’s something I want to do!”

Oh lord, without Pinky to reel him in and remind him of all the real reasons he wants to conquer the world, the Brain of this universe has devolved into a mouse driven purely by ego and spite.

His little tantrum is adorable, though.

“Okay, I love you! [MWAH~]”

“I am uncomfortable with that.”

The Brain be like: What is this...”affection” you speak of? This is new and scary to me.

“Now listen closely, Mindy: Using the gardener’s weed killer, manure, and a little zoysia grass,--”

Zoysia grass is an actual thing, by the way. It’s the kind of grass you see mostly on golf courses.

“--I will construct a powerful stink bomb!”

GAH! No need to punctuate the term by making your eyes bulge, Brain.

“We’ll use the lawn mower engine to construct a rocket and fill it with the gas. When precisely launched, the prevailing winds will spread the gas across the world’s capitals.”

As impressed as I would be with you being able to make a rocket from a lawn mower engine, Brain, it’s kind of overshadowed by you doing that thing again where you make a drawing animate like a video. Another strange power to add to the list, I suppose.

“As the stench drives the government officials out into the streets, we will rush in and seize power!”

Good lord, Brain, calm down. You’re gonna break that pointing stick!

“You understand?”

“Mousey!~”

You’re...not very good with kids, are you, Brain?

“Pretty Brain mousey…!”

“I am mortified.”

I don’t see why, you look positively precious.

“Little mousey big head!”

Mindy, dear, I too wish to squish this cute little megalomaniacal mouse sometimes but you’re doing it way too hard.

“Put me down, Mindy, or I shall have to hurt you.”

“Okay, I love you, buh-bye!”

The Brain: [is a mouse with genius intellect and gadgetry know-how with the drive to take over the world]

Also The Brain: [gets dunked on by a toddler merely dropping him on the ground]

“I sense I’ve completed the first step of my plan: Finding manure.”

That’s one way to look on the bright side, I suppose.

Sweetie, you’ve got something stuck on your head still.

“Pungent aroma, if I do say so.”

“Now to construct the rocket…”

...Why would you take the mask off now? You’re still right over top of the stink bomb! Brain, have the fumes messed with your thinking abilities already?

I do like the animation of him tearing the mask off, though.

“Buggy! Buggy!”

“All right, Mindy: Bring me the mower!”

If you ever need a pose that sums up Brain perfectly, it’s this one right here. This is him distilled down to his purest form. God bless TMS for this.

“Soon the world will be mine!”

Uh, yeah, about that...

“Woooow! Buggy go fast! Wheeeeeee!~”

“Whoooooaaaa! GAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

“Beh, peh, EUGH!”

Brain’s plans go to shit really fast without Pinky around. Sometimes quite literally, it seems.

“Buggy go ‘round!”

[Running in the 90s starts playing]

“Ahahaha!”

Don’t worry folks. As always, Mindy is okay. Brain, however...

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”

Something I missed on my first viewing of this episode: the grass around Brain’s feet as he walks around covered in his stinkbomb juice dies near instantly.

“Wahahahaha! Silly Brain!”

“This is most unexpected.”

Is it, though? Is it really, Brain?

So, uh, something that caught me off-guard while watching this for the first time is what happens next.

Pinky and the Brain is, obviously, a Warner Brothers cartoon with some Looney Toon sensibilities. Despite that, though, while there is the occasional being-flattened-like-a-pancake or being-covered-in-soot-after-an-explosion types of cartoon slapstick and such, it doesn’t really go much beyond that when it comes to cartoonish injuries and such. The worst I’d ever seen it get in this show is at the end of Opportunity Knox when Pinky and Brain are all wrapped up in bandages and some of their fur has been scraped off raw. Even then, that was surprisingly “graphic” for the show.

But this upcoming bit?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! D8

--was my reaction the first time. It’s not bloody and gory, but seeing Brain being sliced into sections by a lawn mower is just...startling, to put it mildly. To my knowledge (and well, it has been decades since I regularly watched the show, so take this with a grain of salt), the Pinky and the Brain Animaniacs sketches and the spinoff never does something this Looney Toons to them.

And what really gets me is that he’s not just cut into sections with his eyeballs popped out, it’s that there’s an obvious hole in the middle of each section??? For some reason??? What that to imply space for his skeleton?!? A creamy center filling?!?

TMS, you could have just animated him in sections like some kind of mousey marshmallow, why did you include the holes?!?

[Press F to Pay Respects]

“Bleh! Brain smell like poo-poo!”

“I must re-think my present career…”

Honestly, Brain? Without Pinky to help you, I’d say it’s a good idea to just try and escape this family first and then maybe try on your own to take over the world. You might have a slightly better chance then.

“What’s that horrible smell?! Is that you, Brain?! Have you been allowing Mindy to feed you old cheese again? Bad mouse! Bad, bad mouse!”

Wait, “again”?

“…I hate being chided.”

You know, it’s interesting how he says that about this human woman chiding him, but in the regular Pinky and the Brain universe Pinky will sometimes chide Brain for doing something dubiously immoral, and while he may hate it there too...he more often than not backs down and admits to his faults when it’s Pinky doing it.

“But she’ll be gone soon, then I can begin my plans for tomorrow: Another plot to take over the world!”

��But first: A bath.”

I mean, yeah. Priorities.

“He’s stinky,

They’re Mindy and the Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain!~”

Well, I never thought we’d get a Brain bath scene until the comics but here we are.

I wonder if Pinky would find it equally as appealing to watch as that one...

Okay, that sure was...an episode. Let’s see how the other half of the equation is doing.

“They’re Pinky and the Cat!

Yes, Pinky and the Cat!

Her name is Rita,~”

Oh NO...

I love the contrast of these two shots. It’s as if Pinky’s self preservation instinct kicks in only long enough for him to be vaguely worried about having a cat in his cage...and his lack of attention span overtakes it and he does whatever the hell this is.

“He’s a lab rat!~”

“A mouse!”

At least he still has it in him to be offended enough to correct the Warners about his actual species.

“They live inside a cage,

Making less than minimum wage.~

Aww...

Oh, Pinky, sweetie... I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for what’s about to happen.

“It’s dinky,~”

“They’re Pinky and the Cat, Cat, Cat, Cat, Cat!~”

Pinky making faces in the reflection of the water bowl is another bit of animation that’s used in the spin-off’s opening theme. It’s kind of weird to pull something from this particular segment, but whatever.

“What do you want to do tonight, Rita?”

It was so difficult to get a shot of Pinky’s cute little coy stance here, but it was worth it. Look at this cute, naive little mouse. He just wants to be friends, Rita!

“I dunno, eat you for supper?”

[GULP]

[Press F to Pay Respects...Again]

“So far, this is my favourite episode.”

“Narf! Oh, roomy accommodations, Rita!”

Don’t worry, folks, he’s fine! Yup. He’s okay somehow.

Lord, I hope this didn’t awaken a vore fetish in anyone.

“She ate the rat

‘cause Rita is a cat, cat, cat, cat, cat!~”

So yeah, that’s the end of this little experiment by the Warner Siblings. Well, the end of what’s relevant to this blog series, anyway. There’s also a skit with Pesto and Runt trying to find a home, which is honestly the best one out of this whole bunch of AU one-shots.

Then there’s a Katie Ka-Boom and Chicken Boo crossover, which is as underwhelming as you can imagine.

There’s a short where Dot takes the place of Slappy Squirrel, which goes about as well as it can after the theme song repeatedly calls her “Dottie the Squirrel”.

Lastly, Slappy takes the place of Dot in a Warner Siblings skit (with a cameo with Flavio as Skippy) where the Warners barge in on a very thinly veiled parody of Saddam Hussein and, uh... Well, it’s about as awkward to watch as it sounds. Props to Slappy for not really being interested in any part of that skit, though.

Man, after this utterly bizarre set of skits, I think we really need that full episode length Pinky and the Brain episode, don’t we?

Soon, folks. Soon.

See you then!

#Pinky and the Brain #PatB #In the Garden of Mindy #Pinky and the Cat

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Malon’s First Time at the Hospital Pt. 1

Archie was walking over to Camp Crystal Lake to visit his best friend, Malon. He knew Malon very well, usually she gets soo excited and rushes over for a hug. But today is different, he saw Malon sitting on a porch snuggling her blanket tightly. “Hi Malon... What’s up?” Archie greeted. Malon faced up and saw Archie, but she didn’t rush over to him, she just smiles and waves at him. “Malon... Are you okay, what’s wrong?” Archie asked as he went over and sat next to Malon. “Hi Archie...” Malon said with a low tone, then she started to cough. “Sorry... I’m not feeling very good... I’ve been having this cough and it’s getting worse... My mommy said that I have to go to the children’s hospital tomorrow down in Haddonfield...” Malon explained with a cough. “Whoa... that’s tough... So you’re sad because you’re nervous?” Archie asked while patting her back. Malon nodded as she tears up. “I don’t want to go, I’m scared!” Malon teared up. Archie wrapped his arm around his scared friend as he’s trying to comfort her.

While Archie tries to comfort Malon, Jason came out to see his daughter; he sensed her daughter’s destress, so he sat next to Malon and picked her up and placed her on his lap. “Hey Jay, I was only trying to comfort Malon.” Archie explained. Jason smiled from behind his mask and wrapped his arm around him comfortingly. Jason knew that Malon needed to go to the hospital to find out what’s been wrong with his baby girl; the moment when him and his wife found out that there’s something wrong with Malon was considered the most scary experience.

[Three days ago]

In the middle of the night, Malon was woken up by her continuous cough. MJ woke up after hearing her coughing through the walls. “Aw, poor Malon is having one of those nighttime coughs... Remember back then before Malon came into our lives, you were concerned about my continuous coughs? You thought it was serious so you gave me water and backrubs.” Jason nodded as he remembered that night. They both heard Malon coming towards their room, as they were assuming that Malon has trouble sleeping. “Mommy... Daddy... I can’t sleep... My coughing is keeping me awake.” Malon said in a tired tone. “Yes, I’m assuming that you’re having trouble sleeping, I’ll go and get you a glass of water--” Jason held MJ back as he insisted on helping with the late-night service while he let’s his wife sleep. “On the other hand, daddy will get you a glass of water.” MJ said before she goes back to sleep.

Malon went over to the kitchen to sit while her dad gives her a glass of water. “Daddy... Is it normal to have a sore chest while coughing?” Malon asked, sounding like she was worried. Jason too was worried; he doesn’t entirely know if having a sore chest is normal or not. So he kept his answer silent; Malon can tell that her dad doesn’t know the answer, so she just shrugs it out and drink her water.

After Malon finishes her water, and make a quick stop to the bathroom, Jason tucked Malon back in and gave her a kiss goodnight while Malon tries to sleep again with her teddy. When Jason went back to his room with MJ, he heard Malon coughing a little, but not very much, it indicates that Malon is going to be fine.

***

However, Malon hasn’t gotten any better, as a matter of fact, her coughing has gotten worse the next day. MJ tried to feed her breakfast with a hot bowl of oatmeal with honey, but Malon didn’t eat much as she wasn’t very hungry. “Malon, are you not hungry?” MJ asked. Malon shook her head as she didn’t want to talk. MJ wanted to call Star’s cousin, but she didn’t want to disturb her as she might be busy.

As the hours passed, MJ and Jason freaked out when they heard Malon throwing up outside in the backyard. “Malon!?” MJ cried as she was holding her daughter’s hair back while Jason gently rubs his daughter’s back. “I’m sorry...” Malon said after she was finished. “Don’t be sorry baby girl, you’re obviously sick... I’m calling Cassandra right now!” MJ said while she walks back into the house to make a phone call while Jason takes Malon to the bathroom to clean her up.

***

The next day, Cassandra came over to check on Malon, she was lying in bed with her dad who is giving her gentle side rubs. “Hello uh... Jason... Mind if I observe Malon’s conditions?” Cassandra asked nervously; she has every right to be nervous around the Camp Blood Serial Killer of Camp Crystal Lake, from all the rumors and stories she has heard. But if she can handle her crazy clown cousin-in-law, she can somehow handle the sick patient’s dad. Jason got up to give Cassandra her space to check on his daughter, while Malon slowly gets up with a tired and painful moan. “Hi Malon, may I have a look inside of your mouth?” Cassandra asked in a gentle tone. Malon nodded and opened her mouth wide. “Hmm... Your throat seems to be red--” Then Malon coughed before Cassandra could explain more. “Sorry...” Malon said. “That’s okay, it’s not the first time I’ve been coughed at,” Cassandra said with a smile.

After a few minutes, Cassandra came out to give MJ and Jason the possible result. “From what you have described to me with Malon’s cases, the description sounded a lot similar to a ‘Lung Infection’,” Cassandra indicated. Jason tilted his head, he’s never heard of a Lung Infection, or even had one; since he drowned as a child, his corpse body doesn’t get any common or serious diseases. However, MJ has, so she is familiar to that childhood state. “So you’re saying that she needed to go to the hospital?” MJ asked. Jason definitely knew what a hospital is, he’s been there a couple of times during his afterlife, the hospital wasn’t a nice place to his perspective.

So they have a brief discussion on what they needed to do, and how to get Malon prepared for when the time comes. “I have a little booklet for kids for when they have to go through that situation; I’ll drive by to drop it off to your mailbox before I go to Haddonfield for work.” Cassandra promised. “I have friends that work at the Children’s Hospital in that location, I’ll ask them to give you guys an appointment there.” Cassandra added. “Thank you, Cassie. We’ll keep in touch,” MJ thanked.

[The Present] + One day

MJ has set an alarm for 5:00 am in the morning to get Malon ready; even though she’s not supposed to eat anything due to fasting after midnight that night, she still needs to have something for herself before getting her daughter ready. While MJ gets a quick shower, Jason gently woke Malon up to get her dressed. “...It’s still dark...” Malon whined. Jason picked his daughter up and gave her a gentle hug and kiss before helping her get dressed. MJ had Malon’s bag packed for the hospital trip; her change of clothes, an extra blanket, and some coloring books. Malon also insisted on bringing her teddy to keep her calm. “What about Skippy?” Malon asked worriedly. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ve spoken to Star on the phone and told her what you’ve going through, she’s going to have Archie look after Skippy until we return.” MJ explained.

Just then, Cassandra honked her horn. “Are you guys ready?” Cassandra called out. Malon started to tear up as she was scared, but she didn’t want her parents to know that she was crying, so she had to be brave, so she walked over to the car to sit in the back with her mom while her dad sits in the front. Cassandra understand that Jason is a big beefy boy, so him sitting in the back would be a little squishy for him.

***

After a long drive to Haddonfield, they made it to the Children’s Hospital. So they parked over to the Emergency Room parking lot, so they can let her in. Malon wasn’t the only one who is scared, her dad is also afraid, he just hoped that no one will notice; after all, he is wearing a more casual outfit and not wearing a mask. He even saw some kids that reminded him of himself when he had a serious face dislocation.

At the front desk, the lady at the counter was asking questions to Malon’s parents while Malon was being tested by the nurses and doctors; such as her temperature, blood pressure, and checking her throat. Malon has been tearing up again while trying her best to hold her tears back.

After she was finished with the examination, Malon gets a bracelet on her whist and is being transported in a wheelchair to the X-Ray room. “What’s this place?” Malon asked. “That’s the X-Ray room, we’re going to take a picture of the inside of your chest, so we can see what was wrong with your chest.” The doctor explained. As they entered in, Jason and MJ have to stay outside the door so they don’t get radiation problems. “We’ll have you wear an X-Ray gown so we can take a picture of the inside of your chest.” The doctor explained. So the nurse helped Malon into her heavy gown before they begin. “You just stand there, Malon, and start breathing in.” The doctor instructed. Malon does what she was told, but then she starts bawling her eyes out. “Aww... Malon, what��s the matter?” The doctor asked. “I’m trying to be brave, really I’ve tried, but I just can’t help it... I want to go home!” Malon teared up. “I understand, we all do, we’ve been through patients being scared 24/7... Even grownups...” The doctor explained. Malon perked up a bit after hearing that. “Re--re--really? So I’m not the only one?” Malon asked with a small smile. “Of course not, so don’t ever feel bad about yourself, it’s nobody’s fault, these things happen all the time.” The Doctor reassures.

After Malon calmed down, she did as she was told and stand against the camera and have her chest checked. After that’s done, Malon was being transported to her room with her parents coming from behind. Her room was huge and it has two beds, indicating that she has to share with some other person. “Alright my dear, we’re going to get you into your hospital gown now, and you get to pick which ever one you want out of the four.” The doctor said as he was revealing the gowns to her.

Malon loved them all, she didn’t know which to pick, until she decides on getting the ones with the teddy bears on it, since they remind her of her dad. “Good choice, I love the teddy bears. Alright then, I’ll have you get into your hospital gown, and I’ll be right back.” The doctor said. MJ and Jason helped Malon get out of her clothes and put on her hospital gown. “It’s very comfy, I wish I can keep it.” Malon said with a smile. “Yes, it is very cute, now let’s get you on the bed.” MJ said before Jason helped Malon up onto her bed.

Just then, the doctor came back with the I.V and a needle. “Okay Malon, first I wanted you to take your medicine...” Malon didn’t like medicine, but she wanted to be a good patient, so she has to take her medicine, even if it’s yucky. “Good girl, you’re one of our best patients, now we’ll just give you your I.V so the medicine will help you get better faster.” The doctor showed. Malon saw the needle, so she’s nervous. “Will it hurt?” Malon asked. “Just a little, but not for very long... You can hold your mom or dad’s hand if you want.” The doctor suggested. “Daddy?” Malon said immediately. Jason right away knew that his daughter wanted to hold his hand, so he let her do just that. “Alright Malon, here we go.” The doctor said before he injects the needle into her arm. Malon started to cry a little, so Jason soothed her by rubbing her hand. “Malon, why not tell us what you wanted to do after you’re feeling better.” MJ said while trying to keep Malon distracted. “Play with Archie... Hug my rabbit, *painful groan* play with Abby at school... *tearing up* Snuggle with you and daddy!” Malon cried. “There we go, all done; you see Malon, that medicine will go into your body and help cure your lung infection.” The nurse explained.

After a little while, the Voorhees have been noted that Malon will have to stay in the hospital for two to three days, so it means that MJ or Jason will have to stay behind, while the other stays in the special building called the Ronald McDonald House. “Malon, who would you like to stay with you tonight, me or your dad?” MJ asked her daughter. “Umm... Can daddy stay?” Malon asked. Jason nodded to Malon’s answer and gave her a gentle hug. “I’ll be staying the night at the Ronald McDonald House, which is just down the street from here.” MJ explained. “What’s a Ronald McDonald House?” Malon asked. “It’s a special building for families who wanted to stay close to their sick child as they’re staying for more than a night, your dad and I will take turns staying the night at that building until you’re feeling better.” MJ explained.

Malon nodded with a smile as she understands the circumstances, yet, she’s still upset about staying for a few days at a strange place. Just then, the nurse came in. “Hi, Malon, how are you doing today, I’m nurse Linda and I will be your nurse for the time. Are you ready to have something to eat? you must be hungry from fasting.” The nurse said. Malon didn’t want to eat since her throat hurts from coughing so much, however, she is getting a little hungry, so she decided to at least try to eat something. So she decided to pick Potato Tarts with a side of Broccoli and Carrots, Mango-Pineapple Juice and for dessert, Raspberry Yogurt.

***

As the hours passed, it was time for MJ to head for the Ronald McDonald House while Jason stays with Malon for the night. “Do you really have to leave, mommy?” Malon asked. “I won’t be far, pumpkin; Once you wake up in the morning, I’ll be there,” MJ promised before she hugged and kissed her daughter. “I love you, mommy...” Malon said. “I love you too, baby girl...” MJ said before she approaches Jason for a hug and a kiss. “I know Malon will be in good hands, and I’m not just talking about the nurses and doctors either,” MJ winked. Jason smiled to her remark before he kisses her one last time.

After MJ left, Nurse Linda came in to check on Malon. “Hi Malon, before you go to sleep, I want you to take your medicine while I check your temperature, okay?” Linda explained. After Malon took her medicine and have her temperature checked, she was getting ready to get some shut eye. “Now if you needed anything, just press this button and I’ll respond.” The nurse explained. Malon nodded as she understood. Before the nurse left, she gave Jason a pillow and blanket to help him feel more comfortable. “You have a goodnight, sir. Your daughter is in good hands, 24/7.” Linda said. Jason nodded as it was his way of saying thank you.

Jason has been watching Malon sleep, she may be coughing a little bit, but she’s still having some trouble sleeping, his main goal is to protect his sick child at all cost, while hoping MJ was safe at the other building; at least Haddonfield is safer than Camp Crystal Lake anyway... So he hoped.

To be Continued

#Friday the 13th #Jason Voorhees #Fanfiction #Fandom #MJ #Malon #Ronald McDonald House

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