#colonial tailor for kids

[swan2swan]

no, but really, what is that outfit?

What is that?

What IS that?

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Machina economicus

I'm on a 20+ city book tour for my new novel PICKS AND SHOVELS. Catch me at NEW ZEALAND'S UNITY BOOKS in AUCKLAND on May 2 at 6PM, and in WELLINGTON on May 3 at 3PM. More tour dates (Pittsburgh, PDX, London, Manchester) here.

"Homo economicus" is the hypothetical "perfectly economically rational" person that economic models often assume us all to be, despite the fact that we are demonstrably not perfectly rational.

The economists who built models based on homo economicus understood that its assumptions were unwarranted, but that's OK! As the "Nobel prize"* winning economist Milton Friedman famously wrote:

Truly important and significant hypotheses will be found to have "assumptions" that are wildly inaccurate descriptive representations of reality, and, in general, the more significant the theory, the more unrealistic the assumptions (in this sense)

https://pluralistic.net/2025/02/17/caliper-ai/#racism-machine

The economics prize is a fake Nobel that was made up in 1968 by economists who were desperate to have their work recognized as an empirical science on par with, say, physics.

Behavioral economics – the fastest moving and widest reaching econ subfield – consists primarily of researchers carefully checking to see whether people actually behave like homo economicus and concluding, "nope":

https://news.uchicago.edu/explainer/what-is-behavioral-economics

Which is a good thing! Homo economicus is a total asshole. A perfectly rational, utility-maximizing person is a selfish prick who'll steal from you and push you in front of a bulldozer if they have a "rational expectation" of coming out of the affair $0.01 ahead of where they started. Homo economicus is the kind of one-dimensional fantasy character populating manosphere mythology, where femmo economicus pursues a "sexual strategy" that chases "high value males":

https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC10600567/

As Yochai Benkler quipped, no one wants to live with homo economicus, even Wall Street traders, the most evangelical members of the cult of neoclassical economics. Finance bros may say they believe "greed is good," but if you hang around a downtown playground, you'll see guys in $8,000 tailor-made suits shouting at their toddlers, "Timmy! Share!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMxz7rzwee8

The "perfectly rational" being that responds solely to incentives, applying the precisely correct discount to future losses from present-day cheating, is nothing like a decent person. Someone who truly believes "there is no such thing as society" or who invoices their kids for the total cost of their upbringing on their eighteenth birthday is so fucking terrible that they might as well be an alien.

Indeed, this kind of bottomless cruelty conjures up HG Wells's Martians from War of the Worlds, the "intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic" that "are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts." Humanity has an instinctive, longstanding terror of beings whose cognition is so different from our own that they act without the strictures of shame, empathy or social contract: demons, aliens…AI.

The existential terror of AI evinced by corporate leaders is instantly recognizable as a species of these other ancient terrors: that some kind of superhuman being, operating within a framework that denies all moral consideration to human beings, will seize control over the planet and enslave us, torment us, and, ultimately, devour us.

But what if we already have such beings living among us, artificial beings that are millions of times more powerful than humans, more powerful than any human institution, in control of our working lives, our health, even our politicians and governments?

Arguably, we do live in the shadow of such modern demons: we call them "limited liability corporations." These are (potentially) immortal colony organisms that treat us fleshy humans as mere inconvenient gut flora. These artificial persons are not merely recognized as people under the law – they are given more rights than mere flesh-and-blood people. They seek to expand without limit, absorbing one another, covering the globe, acting in ways that are "economically rational" and utterly wicked. As Charlie Stross says, a corporation is a "slow AI":

https://www.antipope.org/charlie/blog-static/2019/12/artificial-intelligence-threat.html

Ted Chiang has proposed that when a corporate executive like Elon Musk claims to be terrified of AIs taking over, they're really talking about the repressed constant terror they feel because they are nominally in charge of a powerful artificial life-form (a corporation) that acts as though it has a mind of its own, in ways that are devastating to human beings:

https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/tedchiang/the-real-danger-to-civilization-isnt-ai-its-runaway

But I think it's worse than that. CEOs who run their companies according to the psychopathic imperative of "shareholder supremacy" ("if murdering a worker costs me $1,000,000 in fines and saves me $1,000,000.01 in operating expenses, I have a duty to kill that worker") aren't just prisoners of the slow AIs that threaten the human race:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/09/18/falsifiability/#figleaves-not-rubrics

They are collaborators, quislings who have betrayed their fellow humans to throw in their lot with the alien invaders who have colonized our planet and are xenoforming it so that it is no longer capable of supporting human life. What else would you call a human being who directs their corporate assets to build data-centers that use up the water that other humans rely upon, in order to multiply and enhance the AIs they hope to use to displace human workers with?

https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2025/apr/09/big-tech-datacentres-water

Seen in this light, corporations and their execs are living out a version of the AI bros' superstition of "Roko's basilisk":

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roko%27s_basilisk

In this fairy tale, today's AI is destined to "wake up" and become a superintelligent, omnipotent demon. When it does, it will instantly know which humans abetted its awakening, and which of us stood in the way of its eternal rule, and it will punish any human who attempted to prevent that great awakening:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roko%27s_basilisk

When "effective altruists" claim that they're justifiable in ignoring (or worsening) the misery of billions of real human beings today, provided they are acting to improve the lives of an octodecillion artificial people 10,000 years from now, they're playing out this Roko's basilisk fantasy. Same goes for Mark Andreesen's claim that AI regulation is "a form of murder":

https://www.404media.co/marc-andreesen-manifesto-says-ai-regulation-is-a-form-of-murder/

These are people whose chain of logic goes, "homo economicus is the truest state of humanity; corporations are the truest homo economicus; AI is the truest expression of the corporation; therefore, whenever humans and corporations come into conflict, my duty is to help the corporate person at the expense of my fellow humans."

And indeed, all-powerful corporate aliens reward their human collaborators handsomely. If you're willing to run a health insurance company in a way that leads to mass death, you will bring home millions. Same goes for making drones or AIs that can root out and capture refugees, or airlines that transport refugees to slave labor camps in El Salvador:

https://ktla.com/news/california/low-cost-airline-partners-with-ice-for-deportation-flights/

Which brings me to enshittification: the steady, constant worsening of the products and services that we rely on. I've repeatedly insisted that enshittification isn't an ideological phenomenon, but rather, a material one:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/02/26/ursula-franklin/#franklinite

For me, the most important riddle that enshittification solves isn't "why do these products suck now?" but rather "why didn't they suck before?" After all companies like Facebook have been led by the same people through their pre-enshittified era up to this day. They were always compelled by the profit motive. And – as anyone who's read Careless People can attest – Mark Zuckerberg has always been a terrible, terrible person:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250391230/carelesspeople/

So why didn't they torture us before? The answer lies in constraints. In earlier years, corporations faced real consequences for enshittification: customers leaving for competitors, regulators stepping in with punishments, mass resignations by irreplaceable tech workers, and interoperable add-ons that disenshittified their products and services and severed their relationship with their customers:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/01/20/capitalist-unrealism/#praxis

Then came lax antitrust (bye, competition!), regulatory capture (so long, regulators!), mass layoffs (see ya, tech worker power) and expanded IP laws (sayonara, interoperability) and now corporations are free to enshittify to their hearts' content, without fear of consequence.

But most of us are good, even without the fear of consequences. We don't shoplift, even when we know we could get away with it. Nor do we walk into a stranger's house, break into their cars, or run down pedestrians we see on lonely roads. We don't act like homo economicus, because we're not total assholes.

But those humans in the C-suite who've sold us out to the alien invaders, whose fiduciary duty demands that they wreck anything they can get away with destroying? They truly aren't like us: given the chance, they will sell us out to their AI overlords in exchange for their worthless millions.

Homo economicus is real, but he doesn't rule: rather, he serves the true transhuman threat to the human race: "machina economicus*, the paperclip-maximizing corporate slow AI that has conquered our planet and enslaved our species.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/04/14/timmy-share/#a-superior-moral-justification-for-selfishness

[bruhstation]

I want to know more about Top Hat past before she became a member of the Star Fleet

alright it’s time to strap in because this is gonna be lengthy and heavy at certain points

cw: japanese colonialism, mentions of misogyny and toxic masculinity, internalized transphobia

hwang dong-ha hailed from keijō, which will eventually become seoul after korea gained its independence. at that time, korea was under the japanese colonial rule, and mass industrialization progressed at a rapid speed. dong-ha’s father worked as a laborer at a railroad construction site, and despite the hardships the family faced, dong-ha lived an uneventful childhood. that’s just how things are with other families, she thought. dong-ha had little interest in playing with other children and prefers accompanying her mother at home.

as the iron grip the japanese empire had on korea tightened, the hwang family’s living condition didn’t seem to get any better. in 1921, the hwang family moved to the states, looking for better job opportunities. at least dong-ha still has her parents. 

after dong-ha’s father’s contract as a plantation worker in hawaii expired, the hwang family decided to open their own business in san francisco, utilizing mrs. hwang’s specialty in sewing. a small tailor shop/boutique that specializes in western coats and suits, squeezed between a tight row of stores. things were going slow with the culture difference and all, but business picked up at a steady pace after the hwang family met other korean immigrants in the neighborhood.

due to her upbringing, young dong-ha held onto rather conservative beliefs regarding success. her father is stubborn about the way things have to be done and that rubs off on her. look, dong-ha. look at what we have now! see? if you work hard, you’ll make it in life. you’ll always be rewarded. you wouldn’t have imagined this kind of life when you were a kid!

those questionable words of encouragement didn’t permanently work on dong-ha, though. as she grew older, dong-ha questions more of her world – what will she be doing in the future? will life always be like this? where does her agency start and end? will her world only consist of her, mother, and father? and like every single teenager out there, dong-ha rebels.

the hwang parents noticed dong-ha sudden interest in how she presents herself. if she wasn’t taking enough interest in fashion already, she’s now dressed to the nines in glossy suits and thick coats (conveniently conceals her figure, definitely not some foreshadowing) and acting like some sort of elite socialite, much to her parents’... worry. dong-ha had always been obedient, but attempts at suppressing her just resulted in her pushing her parents away more. she was just having fun with self presentation, being raised during grueling times, and her parents were being annoying about it? fine. she’ll seek her own people.

dong-ha’s companions throughout her young adult years were sons from upper class backgrounds. although her family is not wealthy, dong-ha was friendly and said yes to everything. being invited to cabarets and bars for pool games has now become a regular occurrence to her. she even acquired her liking towards wine from these outings. she will be normal. she WILL fit and everyone WILL like her and her clothes. and her personality – speaking of which, dong-ha becomes more arrogant and self-absorbed as she spends more time with these people. she often lied when asked about her personal life, losing more of her humility. and after a particular incident that got mrs. hwang dragging dong-ha back home in front of her friends, her relationship with her parents deteriorated.

as time passed, dong-ha grew increasingly wary of the subjects her “friends” discussed. how their parents become rich not out of hard work, or how the working class aren’t working hard enough, or the way they talk about women, or the way they view marriage as something transactional, or children… it’s all disturbing to dong-ha. but she doesn’t have any other friends. these men were her only companions besides her parents, and she had to stick with them. that’s how men are supposed to be. this is what she had to do.

this poses another problem – dong-ha was supposed to be a proper “man”. not to mention that she’s the only “son” that her parents have. is this what it means to be a man, then? be crass and rude to assert their dominance? flaunt their physique? fall for women and have them for himself? dong-ha is disgusted, but they aren’t… as if it’s something natural. it doesn’t make sense, and when people can’t make sense of something, they get angry. a man is supposed to be masculine, dress the part, control those below him, woo a woman, then marry her. that’s how things are supposed to be, damnit. but she doesn’t like any of this. dong-ha felt like an outlier.

dong-ha admires women not in a way that’s supposed to fit how a man is expected to: not in an attraction, borderline domineering way, but as if they’re something… graceful. nigh unattainable. they’re resilient and beautiful. they’re beautiful not because she wants them for herself, but because they just are. she was disinterested in the idea of masculinity before, only performing it because that’s what is expected of her, and now she’s wholly appalled by it. looking back, she preferred the days when she was younger and helped her mother with sewing rather than mingling with loud, callous, and misogynistic men.

dong-ha’s friends noticed how dong-ha became less talkative, only drinking with a condescending glare directed at them. she averts her gaze when they were talking about annoying maids or girls, and the streisand effect gets into work. they’d poke fun at dong-ha and joke about how she probably had a bad night; “do you not like women? did a girl reject you or something? you’re being so weird, dong-ha.” and she still had to put on a facade. “they’re so annoying. but what if they aren’t, and the one who’s wrong is actually me? utter nonsense, dong-ha. have some self respect.”

so comes the turning point. after a late night out drinking her frustrations away, she came back home to think about reconciling with her parents and retreat back to her small world – consisting of just her, mother, and father. though she constantly goes back and forth between thinking she’s in the right and feeling guilt towards her parents, the latter of the two consciences won. she found mother and father in the living room that night, and a verbal fight quickly broke out. despite her attempts at apologizing, mother and father kept scolding dong-ha, and in reflex she came to her own defense. dong-ha’s father ended up making hurtful remarks about how she’s an ungrateful son who never appreciates what they have, instead distancing herself from her family to hang out with random wealthy strangers, and how he hated the way she always flaunts herself and other nitpicky things and that clearly cuts deep. because she has never seen her father this mad before. and her mother just stares at her, unmoving. not only is the world outside confusing, now her own world has been tainted.

she is furious. and prideful. and stubborn. wait, she is? she’s stubborn? no. it was them! they don’t understand her. nobody ever does. she’s the one who’s unlucky. the world doesn’t give her the answers even though she has asked so many of them. everyone’s just so incompetent! beneath her!

having given up in trying to make sense of the world outside her own, the disillusioned dong-ha moved to bigg city port while only leaving a single letter to her parents. she needed a new scenery to escape this contradicting world. no more family boutique, no more hangouts with the narrow-minded morons she used to call “friends”. she didn’t fit in with them, or anyone, really – is there really a place for her in this world? logically, there should be. dong-ha is prideful and stubborn. she believes she deserves much more than what she’s given as much as she feels sick at herself.

the boundless sea stretching beyond the docks and piers gained dong-ha’s interest. she asked for a job and some guy directed her to a certain captain archibald star. dong-ha landed a job in bigg city port as a helmsman for the star tug & marine. she was assigned the #4 railway tug “top hat”. captain star’s bouts of american patriotism often made top hat raise an eyebrow, but he was a pretty okay guy. as long as she views him as her employer and nothing else. still, she is quite vain, and due to a lot of dockside workers being men, top hat viewed everyone around her as beneath. doesn’t matter if you’re a star, or a zed, or the two idiots (her own words, not mine) from the railhead, there’s a high chance top hat has broken down your character and constructed several lists of thesaurus-sanctioned phrases personalized just for you inside her head.

though… dong-ha’s coworkers were far, FAR better than her “friends” from her youth. they actually have something meaningful to discuss during breaks besides objectifying women and money and other weird things. hercules is nice and pleasant to talk to, not to mention his open mindedness that earned top hat’s liking. warrior and big mac often gave her headaches, but they put up with her bouts of vanity with a wisecrack or two, much to her surprise. OJ was annoying at times, him being the wisest yet kind of old fashioned, but he’s still decent company. eddie and frank… they’re thing 1 and thing 2. (she likes them. nahhhh she doesn’t. that’s just how she is. actually she does like them. she’ll knock herself on the forehead before even smiling at frank and eddie.)

the stars (some of the zeds too, but you know how they are) also didn’t make any weird comments on how she likes to dress extravagantly even during hot weathers, and even if they did, said comments only go as far as mentioning how fitting it is with her character, nothing more. this is all pre-FBC, and she was still referred to with he/him pronouns. though top hat still hadn’t figured out that she’s a woman because she didn’t realize it’s an option for her (due to the morons she used to hang out with), she has thoughts about ditching the concept of being a “man” fully after reminiscing about how she’s often uncomfortable at being referred to as a “man” or anything that points out her lack of interest in anything masculine. her self discovery is further supported given the healthier environment she’s in, and the revelation that she wasn’t the only person who dealt/was dealing with gender issues (there’s hercules who broke the news for her, then she later met lillie, then ten cents, then sunshine, then boomer, then zip (THIS IS A WHOLE NOTHER CAN TO OPEN)) led to her embracing herself as a trans woman. fortezza bigg city is a tough story for the young’uns like ten cents and zip but things are much better on top hat’s side at this point 

of course, like how everything in this world follows a certain order, this is top hat’s world now. by the events of fortezza bigg city, at the age of 27, top hat is still her usual prideful self, but she’s working on being more compassionate towards people around her (lord stinker says hi). she’s sharp and quick-thinking and is quick to make stinging remarks just for the fun of it, but what’s top hat without a one-liner every five minutes? she’s no longer bitter and withdrawn. top hat’s having fun now <3

[vox-tv-demon]

Welcome to the HazbinVerse!

We have:

@ask-charlie-morningstar, the Princess Of Hell and leader of the Hazbin Hotel!

@ask-the-radio-demon, the deer demon that broadcasts killings across the world!

@askvaggie, the manager of the hotel and Charlie's girlfriend!

@ask-niffty, the cleaner and helper to Alastor!

@angeldust-fucks, the famous porn star who's here for some reason!

@huskthebarkeep, the bartender who's constantly drunk and depressed!

@vox-tv-demon, the television overlord who has a kid and a boyfriend!

@valentino-moth-man, the pornography overlord who has many kids and is the boyfriend!

@ask-velvette, the social media overlord who's a sassy lil bitch!

@ask-a-vox, another Vox!

@voxonlive, yet another fucking Vox!

@zestialtheoverlord, the oldest overlord there is!

@ask-lucifer-morningstar , ruler of Hell!

@ask-yourstruly-lilithmorningstar, Lucifer's wife!

@ask-rosie, leader of the Cannibal Colony and running Rosie's Emporium!

@alastors-radio-show, another Alastor!

@red-velvette-cakes, another Velvette!

@ask-sir-pentious-hisshisslord, the snake overlord with the Egg Bois!

@molly-that-spider, Angel's twin sister!

@arackniss-that-spider, Angel's older brother and love interest of Pentious (I don't know how far they've gotten in their relationship)!

@the-don-henroin, Angel's bitch-ass dad who deserves to fucking die! :D

@baxter-science-fish, the scientist and Velvette's boyfriend!

@damian-morningstar, Lucifer's accidental son!

@collin-sheep, the fallen cherub!

@prince-of-envy, Charlie's ex and an Overlord!

@carmilla-carmine, weapon seller supreme!

@weapon-gatherer-odette, one of Carmilla's two daughters!

@furry-vox ... I don't know whether this is an OC or not, honestly. But it sure does exist.

@adamthefirstangel, the first angel! It's self-explanatory.

@ask-exterminator-lute, Adam's right hand!

@dragqueenspider, another Angel Dust!

@devilduckdad, another King of Hell!

@charliem0rningstar, another Princess of Hell!

@king-morningstar, Lucifer again!

@that-funky-spider, another Angel again!

@yumyumbodyparts, a cannibal kid!

Onto the OCs!

@alainthesquirrl, chef of the Hazbin Hotel!

@vincent-the-electric-moth, Vox and Valentino's son!

@mochi-the-shapeshifter, a worker for Valentino who can change her body!

@carmeltheassistant, Vox's right hand girl!

@asktheratz, a bunch of rats!

@hazbin-stealth-rat, another rat!

@cupid-the-killer, Vox's nasty-ass ex!

@specktivedemon, a Hotel resident!

@aroyaltailor, a tailor and also part of the Ars Goetia!

@mewhenautism, autistic cthulu apparently!

@siempreminta, a mysterious girl staying at the Hotel!

@sienna-lenora-raven, Angel Dust's little sister!

@lunar-the-moon-overlord, the overlord of the moon!

@fawndemonkiddo, a young demon child in Hell!

Please feel free to link this post in your pinned! If you have an OC I have forgotten or don't know about, please reply to this post so I can add them!

[barrel-crow-n]

Kaz being horrible to Kuwei in chapter 3 (with Jesper occasionally acting as a Kaz-translator + a jab at Matthias because apparently Kaz can't stop himself) <3

"What did I tell you?" Kaz growled, pointing his cane at him.

"My Kerch isn't very good," protested Kuwei.

"Don't run games on me, kid. It's good enough. Stay in the tomb."

Kuwei hung his head. "Stay in the tomb," he repeated, glumly.

"Well?" Jesper prodded.

"I have other interests," Kuwei replied.

Kaz's black gaze pinned Kuwei like the tip of a dagger. "I suggest rethinking your priorities."

Jesper gave Kuwei another nudge. "That's Kaz's way of saying, 'Help Wylan or I'll seal you up in one of these tombs and see how that suits your interests.'"

"I would prefer to go to Ravka," he repeated more firmly. Kaz's flat black gaze fastened on Kuwei and held. Kuwei squirmed nervously. "Why is he looking at me this way?"

"Kaz is wondering if he should keep you alive," said Jesper. "Terrible for the nerves. I recommend deep breathing. Maybe a tonic."

"Jesper, stop," said Wylan.

"Both of you need to relax." Jesper patted Kuwei's hand. "We're not going to let him put you in the ground."

Kaz raised a brow. "Let's not make any promises just yet."

"Come on, Kaz. We didn't go to all that trouble to save Kuwei just to make him worm food."

There was a long, tense pause, then Kaz ran a gloved thumb over the crease of his trousers and said, "Nina, love, translate for me? I want to make sure Kuwei and I understand each other."

"Kaz-" she said warningly.

Kaz shifted forward and rested his hands on his knees, a kind older brother offering some friendly advice. "I think it's important that you understand the change in your circumstances. Van Eck knows the first place you'd go for sanctuary would be Ravka, so any ship bound for its shores is going to be searched top to bottom. The only Tailors powerful enough to make you look like someone else are in Ravka, unless Nina wants to take another dose of parem."

Matthias growled.

"Which is unlikely," Kaz conceded. "Now, I assume you don't want me to cart you back to Fjerda or the Shu Han?"

It was clear that Nina had finished the translation when Kuwei yelped, "No!"

"The your choices are Novyi Zem and the Southern Colonies, but the Kerch presence in the colonies is far lower. Also, the weather is better, if you're partial to that kind of thing. You are a stolen painting, Kuwei. Too recognisable to sell on the open market, too valuable to leave lying around. You are worthless to me."

"I'm not translating that," Nina snapped.

"Then translate this: My sole concern is keeping you away from Jan Van Eck, and if you want me to start exploring more definite options, a bullet is a lot cheaper than putting you on a ship to the Southern Colonies."

Nina did translate, though haltingly.

Kuwei responded in Shu. Nina hesitated. "He says you're cruel."

"I'm pragmatic. If I were cruel, I'd give him a eulogy instead of a conversation. So, Kuwei, you'll go to the Southern Colonies, and when the heat has died down, you can find your way to Ravka or Matthias' grandmother's house for all I care."

"Leave my grandmother out of this," Matthias said.

Nina translated, and at last, Kuwei gave a stiff nod.

[everythingwasnormalhere]

hi

may I perhaps request,, more of thy starlight chronicles Kenny headcanons

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT MY WHOLE LIFE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH !!!

first death was getting hit by a car while playing with Kevin as a little kid

favorite animals are those lantern fishes with big ass teeth. then all creatures that are floof :3

has had a colony of rats living in his room at two different points in time. he fed them and kept them clean and everything, those little shits were living their best life. twice the colony was annihilated by stray cats karen took into their house (she does that often)

dated kelly long-distance for a few months (her parents were loaded, they'd pay him trips to their hometown every weekend)

he typically hates tailor swift but "you're on your own kid" has become one of his comfort songs

another of his comfort songs is definitely "tiburones en el bosque" by cdn

and "ya te vas a mejorar" is totally his national anthem (also cdn)

kept going out as mysterion up until butters began staying at his

will fixate on every immortal character, mainly if they, like him, are the very mortal type

learnt how to sew when he moved out for college (Kevin would sew his and Karen's clothes before that)

had a petty phase as a preteen in which he'd kill himself in front of people he was mad at. he was kinda a dick, he just wanted to hurt them with no consequences - they'd forget the next day, and they never knew what he did (he felt like shit after tho)

cartman knows hes immortal lol

so does timmy, but it took him a while to mention it

(cartman straight up never did)

someone's drunk near him? he's panicking inside, maybe outside too

c-ptsd ahh mf

he's smarter than he's given credit for

he barely passed everything at school only to become an A student during his senior year and college, he didn't care enough to make an effort till then lol

hates cold so much

satan was more a father to him than his actual father lol

he and henrietta are great friends :3

platonic! crenny!

during college he's in an almost permanent flare up because he cannot take care of himself cuz he's a piece of shit

broke up with tammy after the bj incident, she left the town soon after (nothing to do with him), and they met again when he moved for college :3

she became a waitress at the boys' favorite cafe, she and kenny are awesome friends now :3

hyperfixates on sciency stuff So Hard bro

he'll infodump about it to butters Very Often. butters doesn't understand shit but likes listening to him talk so it works lol

very poor to Very Rich pipeline

widely considered the only rich person that doesn't suck

put spikes on his wheelchair handles and the crowd went wild

looks like a very gay weird uncle

yes he and butters get married

yes butters does fund his career with maybe not too legal money

(no butters doesn't go to jail nor to a mental asylum nor on a killing spree)

managed to lessen his deaths until they were around once every couple months WOOHOO!!!

...not counting the many times he dies in lab. thats a given.

glitter on his beard 24/7

actually permadies. before butters.

[havg02]

Nyo England headcannons

Alice is always about being a refined lady just like Arthur has a reputation as a gentleman who's always classy, so everything she does and has is old-fashioned like she's still in the Victorian era It's cannon that she's both elegant yet punk so she is level-headed, motherly, polite, lovely, neat, strict, graceful, feminine--all the qualities of a lady but is also rebellious, brutal, intimidating with no nonsense like a delinquent to those who cross her line that anyone who dares to try scare her will be shred to pieces. She acts like a lady but hits like a man.

If Arthur was scary, she's ten times worse due to the temper she got from growing up a rough start, being picked on by her siblings, forced to fend for herself and prove she can be strong bc.....you know, men. She has a lilth pretty voice which is perfect for singing lullabies to her colonies when they were kids but when she gets mad she barks harshly like a sergeant, that makes you flinch like you're expecting to get shot. She walks pretty with straight back and hands held in front of her and head almost titled up like between a princess and a sergeant, you would think she once lived a period of time just balancing books on her head even while battling another country.

She's not really a tsundere, she's just specifically shy yet punk so she accidentally ends up snapping roughly out of nowhere in awkward moments but because of her shyness, it just comes out as huffs or whining. Then she'll feel embarrassed and pout, feeling sorry for herself. Fortunately its charming and lovely. That's why you'll always see her huffing with arms crossed or hands held in front of her respectively. Also

She's got skills and hobbies that would make her an excellent nanny and nurse. She's good at hospitality, teaching, foraging, embroidering, crafting, writing literature, nursing, babysitting children and suprisingly mechanics (due to the industrial era when machinery were being made) and she's also amazing at embroidery, sewing, tailoring and fixing clothes as thats what Canon England can do. She just found that she works well in nursing people back to health and knows so many cool secrets like how to get rid of headaches or acne, she also makes her own medicine with herbs and plants. Has jars and vials of medicine that is literal magic that there's nothing your local hospital can compete with

Due to growing up to a rough start, she couldn't find enough food for nourishment causing her body to look slim and fragile so she had to rely on knowledge of which plants and fruits were edible, hence how she got unto foraging in the first place. It kind of affected her a little that she still pickles and stores the food in jars like a habit as if food might run out soon, although she is well off nowadays. The things she would make would be lots of pickled veges, canned meat, violet sugars, rose jam, lilac or lavender syrup to put in lemonade or tea. She'll even make her own cosmetics and skincare like making rose or violet or elderflower water to wash her face in or solid perfume out of vegetable fat and flowers from her garden.

Foraging has also gave her a secret hobby, which was seaweeding. In the victorian times ladies would go to the beach to collect seaweeds and press them in their books as collages or to make art out of them to pass time which Alice actually enjoyed that she still does it to this day. Amazingly though, this hobby turns out to have been important because now scientists use them to research how different the life at sea was compared to present days, encouraging Alice to continue to do so despite what others think.

Also because of her childhood where she had to fend for herself that she's very protective and nuturing towards countries as children, it makes her so sad just to see one forced to face harshness of being a country which is completely different to bring a human orphan that she'll immediately coddle them. She also finds that she likes the company and concept of family so she ends up adopting/befriending countries like America and Portugal. Instead of wanting to keep them as her colonies for advantages, she keeps them under her care to help more countries be prepared for the worst and get to live a normal life so they won't have to worry about fending for themselves/working early, before she starts to make them work for her to get the idea of how they'll live in the future until they ask for independence.

Alice knows at some point they're going to leave because everyone deserves to be seen as their own like herself but she still feels sad as she still hopes there one day will be someone who is willing to be on her side, as much as it embarrasses herself. One thing how she showed love to them was by making them things, sewing and crafting things specifically: as if to make up for the terrible food, she would sew toys, clothes and handkerchiefs for them. She even crafted toys, music boxes, junk journals with the flowers and plants she foraged like a family album. And while her colonies already have left, they still keep it because it's so cutely made and she managed to capture who they were like humans, instead of some country.

Now we all know she would be absolute crazily bad at cooking but apparently in a official manga strip himaruya drew, Arthur actually isn't bad at baking sweets like cakes which I think perfectly makes sense because british savoury foods are bland but the dessert they have like scones with clotted cream, lemon pound cake, victorian sponge cake, checkerboard biscuits are really nice. So I say Alice is crap at cooking, but it is amazing with baking. Her home would pretty much be a wonderland for kids. she always have cakes and biscuits in stock so she could have them with tea as a afternoon tea, a quick breakfast, to keep energized when blood sugar levels are low or for her colonies to snack on because she low-key kind of spoils them. But being a nurse and forager, her food may not taste nice anyway since she cooks with plants she foraged, but at least they're still super healthy. She cooks meals best for sick people.

For makeup, skincare and fashion, it's funny bc everyone else is so up to date with it like with trends and stuff but Alice likes classics only so the cosmetic/skincare products she wears literally originate from the victorian/vintage times but she still does her best to still catch up. And ever since she's known to never be able to compete with France when it came to appearances, she started to put a lot of effort into it while growing up. While she smells mostly of tea, she'll still use hee spray/solid/oil perfumes which always smell of English rose, violet and lillies of the valley.

Products she uses are Charlotte Tilbury, Penhaligon, Burberry, Crabtree&Evelyn, Cath Kidston, Avon and Yardley. Face washes and serums exist but she'll just wash her face with cold cream or the modern rose jelly facial wash, use rose/elderflower/violet water as a toner and rouge instead of blush, after shower shell dry herself off with perfumed body powder and sleeps with gloves filled with essential oil or lotion and she ALWAYS needs to her hand cream with her. On free days she'll pamper herself by doing small nailcare by just shaping and cleaning them up before putting nail oil on.

When doing makeup she's about modesty so she'll only wear tinted sunscreen because she BURNS not tan, lipstick/lipbalm in the natural salmon pink colour of her lips, rosy blush rouge, perfume oil brushed into her hair so when she walks her hair trailing behind her will leave the room smelling like an English garden, and shimmering body talc powder dusted over her body lightly with a swansdown puff to dazzle. In important events, she'll add gold shimmer to her hair as well. And when doing her nails, she always paint them a lovely pink based on Queen Elizabeth who does the same.

For fashion, she would just sew her own clothes, wear her old clothes or get her clothes from Vivienne Westwood or Burberry but she would dress modestly, feminine, and proper every day and whenever. As said before she's still a bit old fashioned so she would often wear ballet flats or low heels for some practicality and comfort but during cold weather, which is often in Britain, she wears lace-up boots. It doesn't help that she's so scrawny that she feels a lot more cold than everyone else which is why tights, coats, sweaters, and cashmere are her fav. Anything floral with ribbons, tulle, velvet, and frilly laces in mature calm colours are her style. And you'll never see her without an antique jewel brooch, handbag and a parasol. Her brooch and jewelry with a pendant may even secretly be solid perfume hidden inside, it's really handy!

And if it's a rare sunny week, she'll wear the nice sundresses she's been saving for nice weather's like this and ends up surprising everyone how vibrant she looks as if she was supposed to dress this way. But alas, Alice might catch hypothermia if she wasn't bundled in a bunch of blankets.

According to Himaruya she is the type of person to say embarrassing things cooly so I imagine she has this elegant and confident air around her which feels low key intimidating, making it difficult for people to say something to her face, and that would make her more scarier than Arthur. I imagin4 her enemies feeling like pathetic little bugs when she looks down at them condescendingly as if they're immature kids.

Francine likes to flaunt her beauty to Alice as a way to deliberately get in her nerves which always bothered Alice since she was a child because she never thought she looked that attractive but after years of finding who and what she wants to be when the concept that she was a literal country set in her head, she wanted to be someone who was pure to the cruel things of the world and loving despite everything as she's struggled to keep up with her duties and dreamt of living another life.

So instead of immediately getting pissed like Arthur she tries to counter-attack by keeping a straight face while cooly indirectly insulting her by implying she's a creepy weirdo who's lazy and has nothing better to do despite being the older than her like she's childish, rude and shameless. Unless shes not in a good mood then she'll hit the back of her head as she always does. Not that getting a concussion would stop Francine anyway of getting a rise out of her as it was better than not seeing her fuming. Thanks to Francine though Alice has gotten really good at shutting people down in arguments and while Alice thinks Francine isn't bothered, the French woman totally is, it actually jabs all her weak spots.

But while they're rivals Alice still talks to her respectively and politely as a lady should do with class with still a little jabs here and there, and Francine doesn't hesitate to help her when she has any sort of trouble like needing a second opinion or understanding something since she's a sentimental one of the two. There's no other country they'd rival with, ever. And for enemies, they're banter is pretty playful. If it were with someone else, they'll destroy them.

Alice is a very busy person and even when she has time, she always finds there's something needs to be done like planting new flowers in her garden which is her most prized possession because it's wete she plants her own food and flowers. She also uses flowers as aromatherapy, using them in her homemade shampoo made out of poison ivy for scent, wearing them as a corsage or to decorate her home. Speaking of scent, since she's pretty frail after end of work she carries smelling salts with her. They're usually scented with lavender, roses or lilies and she stores them in this antique bottle hung on her chantellaine or her bracelet which she's always used back then even when people had stopped using them.

As said before, she's super quick and likes to get things done which is super helpful when doing cleaning and service. But she'll still find herself with too many things to take care of despite only having two hands for two things at the same time, even though multitasking is her speciality. That's why she uses this old pretty chantellaine slipped onto the belt of the apron that carries her everyday things such as keys, smelling salts, switch knife for foraging, mini notebook disguised as a charm.....etc.

Nowadays everyone has a phone or computer to text messages or emails but back when there was only cellphones and letters were still being written, Alice would write in perfumed paper and put a piece of poem and pressed flower inside the envelope along with the letter before sealing it with wax and dried flower bc it was what she used to do back in the past so she didnt see any harm on keep doing it. And she's right, every countries actually likes it. As expected of a Lady like Alice.

Well a lot of things she has are mostly vintage and antique stuff, and they're pretty neat. You'll look at a chair in her special library room where it's also a sun room so she can still get enough sun while reading indoors and think it's a normal chair but it's actually a metamorphic chair which can change into a step ladder to reach the books on shelves as well or you'll accidentally come across a secret compartment in a desk, even a secret door at the most random parts of her house. It could be passed off as a museum itself.

Amelia actually uses this fact to make fun of her for being old but low key kind of wishes she had a rich long history like her, especially being the country to have once been on top of the world. But other than that, Amelia secretly feels sorry for Alice because she knows of her rough life and the things she makes fun of her for are because of poor health and a rough life, like the tea she had thrown in the boston river--Alice was mad because it was a waste. Though she'll never admit it even if she wants to, she gets too embarrassed and end up laughing at her face that she's old again.

Also, because of her nature when drunk, she tries to hold back on the bourbons and whiskeys but at least she loooooves an non alcoholic drink that even impressed Queen Victoria for its nice taste called Queen of Royal blue tea (imperial).

[kayura-sanada]

Foresight, by Sunhawk (1x2 One-Shot)

This was the place that should have held my most precious memory. This was where I should have found my life. My redemption. My soul. My love.

Instead, it only held the echo of the dream of what might have been. A memory of a thing so beautiful… so yearned for… that it cuts like a razor.

I had held it in the palm of my hand, had only to close my fingers around it, had known what was within my grasp. And had known the price.

The cost of one Duo Maxwell finding the happiness and joy of a lifetime had been the Earth itself.

The cost of saving the planet… of saving the peace had merely been one Duo Maxwell.

Not much of a balance.

So the day that Heero Yuy had sat down beside me in this very field of poppies, reached out to touch me… had looked as though he might just kiss me… I'd had to reject him. Quite soundly.

Even though I'd already seen that kiss, had already felt the magic that his touch would bring. Knew that the next moment would have handed me the key to healing my battered spirit.

I'd had to turn away. I'd had to turn him away.

Ah, God in Heaven, but the pain of that moment still bites as sharp as it ever has.

You see… Heero Yuy saved the planet. He won the damn war. Sure, the rest of us did our part, but it was Heero who was able to do what had to be done again and again, no matter what was asked of him. No matter the cost to his body and psyche.

And you know why? Because he didn't care. If he died in the line of duty… all the better, in his eyes. He just didn't care. And if I had given him something to care about… he'd have never been able to do what he'd done in the end.

And the Earth would have died.

Not much of a balance at all.

You think I'm being melodramatic? You think I threw away my life on a might have been? I'm not that altruistic.

We didn't fight and win that war because we were hard-headed little punks. We didn't win because God smiled on us. We didn't win because of luck.

We won because we were tailor-made to do what we did. Genetically engineered, if you will. Fucked over, if you won't.

Didn't you ever wonder what in the hell a batch of sixteen year old kids were doing piloting Gundams in the middle of a stinking war? We weren't supposed to be. We weren't quite 'ripe' yet. But the war had come all uninvited and the five men that had molded and made us had had to make their move or lose their chance.

So off we went to hell. Still learning to use the 'skills' built into our brains.

Quatre's 'space heart'? Everybody's heard of that, right? Did you think he was the only one who had… abilities? Did you think he was just born with that strange empathy? Not hardly. Thank good Doctor H.

At the same time, you can give your regards to the lovely Dr. G for gracing me with the ability to see the future.

Too bad it was such a sporadic, fucked up ability. Too bad it only granted me my damn visions when it felt like it. Too bad it had to go and show me what life would have been like in Heero's arms. Too bad… too God damn fucking bad.

I never learned what 'gifts' the others had been given, though it was a cinch that Heero's had something to do with his strength, and Trowa, most likely his agility.

Not that it matters now. Not that any of it matters now.

The war was over. Treize was dead and Zechs had been stopped. There was peace between the Earth and the colonies. It was over. We won. Heero pulled it all out in the end and saved the world.

Too bad he only had to hate me to do it.

It's probably petty, but I hate those damn scientists. And probably not even for the right reasons. I hate them… hate Dr. G, for giving me this ability that has done nothing but haunt me from the day it awoke in my head. I don't hate him for the training. I don't hate him for turning me into a killer and a soldier. I don't hate him for the hours of torturous practicing and exercising. Some part of me understands that he was simply playing out his part in this monstrous stage production just like the rest of us. No… I hate him because this field of poppies, this place that should hold my sweetest memory, only holds recrimination and broken dreams.

Seeing the future isn't an easy thing. You don't get a nice little summary all typed up and explained for you. You get… flashes. Images. The longer it takes you to make up your mind what to do, the more it fractures… splits. The future is a constantly changing thing. There is no such thing as predestination. There are possibilities. One giant fucking program full of if/then statements. Unraveling it, following the threads, is a mind bending task and you can't always be sure when you made the right decision, because the damn 'gift' abandons you as quick as it comes on. Fleeing through the corridors of an Oz prison, trying to avoid detection because you can barely stand up, a gift like that could come in real handy. But, no; damn thing never worked when I needed it to. It waited and kicked in when all I wanted to do was enjoy the moment. When all I wanted was to feel the touch of the man I loved.

When all I'd wanted was the one thing I couldn't have…

* * * * * * * * * *

"Is this seat taken?" Heero asked, voice a little hesitant, not at all like I was used to hearing him. I looked up and had to shield my eyes from the sun.

"Nope," I grinned. "I think there's room for two."

My heart did a funny little hop in my chest as he settled down next to me, not all that far away. It was rare for Heero the soldier to take time out from the cause for something like a little scenery gazing.

"This is… beautiful," he told me, looking out across the huge field of flowers. "How did you ever find it?"

"Just out walking one day," I shrugged. "Stumbled on it by accident. I was kind of glad that we're staying on at this school for a couple more days; I figure the flowers won't last much longer… I've been coming out here every day."

He was quiet for a moment and then softly said, "I noticed that you seemed to be gone a lot."

I smiled, thinking that I liked his saying that he noticed my absence, but, "It's peaceful here," was all I said.

"It is," he agreed, and then we got quiet for a little while more. At first, I thought it was my imagination that he shifted, moving a little bit closer to me.

I can't curse those moments of hesitation, much as I'd like to, because they saved the world. But I've often wondered how things would have worked out if he'd just leaned in, right then and there, and kissed me.

But he didn't, and my wonderfully well-timed 'gift' kicked in and I got to dream of him kissing me, got to dream of us making love for the first time in a sweaty tangle back at the dorm, got to dream of him telling me he loved me.

He loved me. I got to hear that… got to know that… before it ever happened. I got to feel his love for me from his side… from my side… got to feel the strength of it. Got to feel the beauty of it.

But when I traced that thread, that bright and solid thread, I got to see the flaw… see the weakness… see where it would all go wrong. See how it would all end.

The end of the world. The corpse of the Libra crashing to Mother Earth. The coming of the second ice-age. The end of everything.

So when Heero Yuy, the man I already knew loved me, the man I loved with all my heart, reached out hesitantly to touch my cheek… I had to jerk away. Had to flash him a grin that was sick and frightened for a whole different set of reasons than the ones he thought and I had to say, "Watch it there, buddy… I don't swing that way."

"I… I'm sorry…" he stammered, and I saw Heero blush for the first time ever. I thought that my heart shattered right there in my chest. I watched him snatch his hand back and felt like a drowning man watching the shore slip below the horizon.

"S'ok, man," I told him flippantly. "No offense or anything. I'm just not into guys, if you know what I mean?"

He just looked fucking miserable, and I retreated so far behind the jester's mask it wasn't even funny. Teasing him until he was redder than a tomato, and he finally muttered an excuse and fled.

I sat in that field of poppies and wept until I thought I would die from it. I had not wept since the day Sister Helen died. I have not wept since.

You see… Heero wasn't the only one who went on to do what they had to, because they just didn't care anymore.

The hero makes the sacrifices, huh? Well… the hero doesn't always have to fucking like it.

* * * * * * * * * *

So, peace obtained, that's where I fled; back to my field of poppies. But they didn't make me feel peaceful anymore, they just make me feel… cold. And very alone.

I held in my hand a bottle of unhealthy looking green liquid; the last will and testament of my favorite mentor. It came to me, as I suppose similar bottles came to the other guys, as a kind of… reward when the war ended. From some lawyer who had been entrusted with it; instructed to pass it on in the event of the end of the war happening to couple with the death of all five of the scientists. How scarily prophetic was that?

The letter I got with my ugly green cocktail, informed me that it would undo the chemical changes that had been wrought in my brain for the purposes of 'making me into one of the solar system's most perfect fighting machines'. That it would rid me of this damn ability that had done me almost no good since the moment it began to chew holes in my sanity.

I should have been thrilled, right? I should have been chugging the damn stuff down and dancing through the flowers, right? Well, there were two reasons that wasn't the case.

One; I was a little peeved about the timing.

Two; I didn't believe it.

You want to know what I thought was in that bottle? You know what I thought Dr. G had sent to me from beyond the grave? Death; that's what.

My personal theory was that those five scientists wouldn't want their creations running amok after they were gone. They wouldn't want to leave such powerful weapons lying around for just anybody to possibly control. I was sure that vile looking green liquid would erase my foresight, all right, along with the rest of me.

And, of course, my fickle abilities would tell me nothing about what was in the bottle. Nothing about what would happen if I drank it.

But you know; for the first time… I didn't care that it failed me, because it really didn't matter. I intended to drink it either way.

As much as I was tired of the frustrating glimpses of the future, I was just as tired of the struggle to go on, knowing what I'd thrown away. Knowing what I could have had. Knowing I'd had to destroy it, and knowing it was too late now.

So I took Dr. G at his word and I planned on swallowing his bitter gift, but I just wanted to sit for awhile first and look out across the sea of poppies and remember what might have been.

Because if I kind of scrunched my mind up, and looked at the dream of a memory that never was, at just the right angle, I could forget that I'd killed a thing that would have been beautiful. Hope. I'd destroyed that for the both of us. Though I was the only one who knew that. We'd each dealt in our own ways; him with fire and me with ice. He'd gotten angry. I'd just gotten… numb. Either way, we'd managed to achieve that place of 'I don't matter' that let us play out our parts in the stupid, damn war.

It let us win.

Even while I lost.

I didn't even flinch when the shadow fell across my own.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked and it was the surly tone that let me know I wasn't just remembering.

I shrugged noncommittally, feeling my shoulders hunch. Heero had not been… overly friendly since the last time we'd sat in that field of flowers.

He sat down beside me, though some part of my brain told me that he should be closer. I had to chide myself; had to force my head out of my memories. Almost memories.

"It's still just as beautiful here," he said, though he almost sounded like he was talking to himself.

"I don't know," I heard myself say. "It isn't the same somehow."

"Maybe we're what's not the same," he said and it surprised me, but I couldn't look over at him.

"Maybe," I said and nothing more.

It got quiet then, and I found myself fiddling with my bottle of 'Fix-a-pilot'. Rolling it between my hands and contemplating drinking it. I wondered if Heero had drunk his yet, but was afraid to ask.

I can't quite say what I thought about at that point. Not a hell of a lot with him sitting right there. It was stretching my grasp on reality; setting my nerves on fire trying to keep the might-have-beens in line. Though I distinctly remember wondering why he was there, but it was another thing I was afraid to ask.

"You sure as hell didn't hang around long," he suddenly said, his tone somewhere between accusatory and mocking. As though he were telling me it was no more than he'd expected of me.

"Not much reason to, I guess," I replied, looking out over the poppies, the blood red poppies, kind of glad that the conversation had strayed from the original. It helped me keep hold of reality.

"You could have at least stayed through Relena's celebration," he grumbled, voice going a little flat. "You worried Quatre."

"Oh," I said, hurt despite myself by the implication that he was here on Quatre's behalf. You'd think I'd learn. You'd think I'd give up; I'd done it to myself after all. "Didn't think anybody would miss one scrawny little street kid."

He didn't seem to know what to say to that, looking at me side-long with a strange little disdainful smirk on his face. Thinking about it a little harder, I suppose I wasn't all that damned scrawny anymore. Gundam training will do that to you. I didn't bother to retract the statement though; most of it was still true. I just sat and gently rolled my bottle of peace between my hands, waiting for him to get to his point.

"You going to drink that or play with it all afternoon?" he suddenly said, abandoning the other track completely.

'"Drink it," I found myself saying. "Once I'm done looking."

He turned to glance at me straight on for a moment, before following my gaze out over the field again. His voice lost a little of its edge then, "What… will you be erasing?"

I snorted, opening my mouth to tell him, everything, but then closing it again. Best not go there; I didn't think I could bear his sneer right then. In that moment, I was sorry he'd come… I'd wanted the memory of the what-if. The memory of the almost-was. But I couldn't for the life of me dredge up the feel of his trembling hand tracing over my cheek with him sitting there with that… snide look in his eyes. I'm afraid I fell back on the jester. "Why, Heero my man; I can see the future!" I raised the bottle in my hand in mock toast, looking at the field through the green contents and watching the flowers turn black.

Heero grunted with a hint of surprise in his voice. "Pre-cog?" he asked.

"Pre-fucked is more like it," I growled, closing one eye so I could make all the flowers in my line of sight turn black. But then the joker reared his head again and I grinned, dropping my arm back to rest on my knee, dangling my bottle of salvation in my fingers. "Gift is as fickle as love's first kiss…"

The pain that flared in his eyes caught me flat-footed and I choked to a stop, somewhat appalled at what my whirling thoughts had led me to say. "I… I'm sorry…" I mumbled, dropping my eyes to my lap, feeling hideous. God… the last thing on Earth I ever wanted to do was hurt Heero. Sooner cut out my own heart than hurt Heero. I wished suddenly that I hadn't delayed drinking my mad scientist potion.

"God damn it!" he snarled in sudden exasperation. "Which one of you is the real one?" And he grabbed my wrist in a bone crushing grip. I jerked my head up to look at him, and for a long second, our eyes locked. I think mine were watering… his flew wide and then he let go of me like he'd been burned.

"Sorry…" he murmured and looked quickly away.

I couldn't speak, didn't trust my voice at all. Just hunched in a little more on myself and decided that maybe I should just shut up.

I sat and cradled my bottle and my faintly throbbing wrist in my lap and he sat and rubbed his hand absently over his pants leg and I hurt a little more, watching him wiping away at the lingering feel of my skin.

"Heero," I ventured after a great deal of time went by, and it was obvious he wasn't going to speak on his own. "Why are you here?"

It did break him out of his revere and he glanced at me, but ignored my question. "You really believe that stuff was meant to kill us?"

I just sat and stared at him, ignoring his question for what he'd just implied. "Telepath?" I breathed, after a long moment to think it through, and watched him nod sharply. I started to panic, started to try and turn my thoughts away from the thing I didn't want him to know. But then I realized the other thing that had also been implied. "Through touch?"

He nodded again and admitted, though it seemed reluctant, "Surface thoughts only."

So he'd picked up my thought that I wished he hadn't found me until it was too late. I felt myself flushing, wondering if he'd also picked up on my need not to hurt him.

He turned to look at me again, a little of the sullenness gone from his face. "You can really… see the future?"

I dropped my head down on my knees and didn't look at him. Couldn't look at him with my face burning and my thoughts trying to run and hide. "Yes and no," I told him. "I have no control over when it works and when it… more often… doesn't."

It was quiet for a long moment, then I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. His shadow told me he was reaching out to touch me. I jerked and looked up at him sharply. "Don't," I commanded, though it came out not all that steady.

He hesitated and I saw in his eyes for a second, a kind of belligerent stubbornness that was telling him to do it anyway.

"Please," I breathed, feeling very damn afraid of a sudden.

His hand dropped away, but he frowned at me. "What do you want to keep hidden so badly?" he demanded, and that hurt was back in his face.

It twisted at my gut, that hurt, but I couldn't assuage it without showing him a thing that would hurt a thousand times worse. It was my cross to bear and need not destroy the both of us. I only wished that the future had demanded something easier of me; had asked me to step in front of a bullet for him, or self-destruct a Gundam. Something besides bearing the weight of the never-been.

I had no words to speak to him with, only sitting and looking at him, thoughts so jumbled up that I felt lost. His face softened further and he whispered, "Why do you hurt so much?"

"Lost dreams," some part of me told him before the rest of me shut my damn mouth.

He growled his frustration and we got quiet again.

I started thinking about what I would do if the damn elixir from beyond didn't actually do the job of putting me down. Mad dog Duo; crazy as a loon from all the visions. Tired as hell. You put down mad dogs, don't you?

For a truly surreal moment, I thought about asking Heero if he'd brought his gun with him. It seemed a bitter-sweet notion to find my peace at his hand.

"Heero," I finally asked again, when I trusted my voice a little. When it was obvious he was thinking too hard to offer up any words on the altar of conversation. "You never said why you came."

He grunted and I didn't think he'd answer for the longest time. But I wouldn't ask again, I'd already asked the question twice. But finally he told me in that flat voice that guards his emotions, "Closure?"

I sighed. Despite my efforts to spare him as much as I could, there was something binding us together still, something that I needed to figure out how to… severe. I needed to let him go so that at least one of us could move on. "Consider me a closed deal, man," I said flippantly, but couldn't look at him.

I could feel his anger like a ripple through the air around us. I swear I thought I saw the flowers sway before it. "You can be such an ass sometimes," he snapped.

"That's me," I grinned mirthlessly. "Duo Maxwell… ass extraordinaire…"

I wasn't expecting it when he grabbed at me, and barely evaded his hand, falling over on the ground flat on my back. "Heero!" I warned frantically. "Don't!"

He was on his knees, hovering over me almost before I'd figured out I was falling. "Why?" he barked and I could see his hands and knew he was on the verge of touching me. Of taking the answers he wanted.

I tried to calm down, tried to sound reasonable, tried not to let myself push away from him. You don't run from an aggressive dog; they'll attack you every time. "There… are just things you can't know."

"Can't?" he growled, a hint of that mockery in his voice again.

"Shouldn't?" I clarified.

"Explain yourself," he warned, low and almost menacing. "Or I'm going to find the answers myself."

I blinked up at him, feeling a little horrified by that notion, and whispered, "Mind rape?"

He looked positively stricken, sitting back on his haunches and staring at me like I'd just sprouted a third arm. I levered myself up and looked at him hard, taking advantage of his disconcertion. "The future isn't set in stone, Heero. It's a million possibilities branching out in front of you, changing as fast as you can unravel it. Some of the things I've seen… shouldn't be shared."

It seemed those visions rolled over me then, like a wave crashing in to shore and I remembered things I'd dreamed that had left me shaking and cold and desperate to figure out how to alter a history that hadn't been yet. I shivered hard and was surprised in the next moment to find myself flat on my back again and not sure how I'd gotten there. I took stock of Heero, but he wasn't touching me.

He looked odd… concerned or upset or some damn thing I couldn't figure out.

"Walk away, Heero," I told him and knew I sounded scared.

"I… can't," he said and he sounded a little scared too. "I have to understand… this."

"Some things just aren't meant to be understood," I told him and though I meant it sincerely, I saw him get angry.

"Are you saying I'm too stupid to follow your reasoning?" he growled, glaring daggers through me until I got a little angry myself.

"You damn son of a bitch!" I barked, shoving up from the ground and getting in his face. "I'm fucking trying to protect you! Leave it go!"

He looked shocked at first and then he looked confused. Somewhere in there I realized just how close I was to him and flung myself to my feet, stalking a couple of paces away.

"Your gift…" he began, and I cut him off with a ragged laugh.

"Gift?" I cried in disbelief. You call this a fucking gift? It's been nothing but a nightmare! Never works when I need it to… rears its ugly head at the worst possible times… twists my damn head with all these possibilities… shows me heaven and makes me destroy it…"

The vision I'd had that day so long ago, was painting itself behind my eyes again, overlaying reality, subverting what I knew as truth, rubbing my damn nose in it. It filling my senses and I knew I was swaying drunkenly. If Heero spoke, I couldn't hear him over the roaring in my ears.

Heero, leaning in so hesitantly, so gently, and offering me our first kiss. His lips feeling so soft and warm against mine. His hands softly tracing over my face… my throat, like a blind man learning a new thing.

Heero was suddenly there, the only thing keeping me on my feet, his face twisted up with apprehension and uncertainty. It was too much for me, too much to process and I sagged completely. He went down to the ground with me.

"Duo?" he called, a tiny thread of panic in his voice. "Can you hear me? What's wrong?" I wondered inanely if he thought I'd already drunk my elixir de mad-scientist and had truly poisoned myself. That made me think about that bottle and I realized that it was no longer in my hand. For a moment, I feared I'd dropped it, but registered that it was in Heero's possession now.

"S'ok," I managed and my… ability gave me the final betrayal. Twisting my head until I forgot reality for a moment. Until my mind told me that my lover was frightened for me, was worried for me, and the me that hadn't turned him away all that time ago, reached out to stroke reassuring fingers over his face. Bare skin to bare skin.

I felt nothing. Not so much as a tingle. But Heero's face changed so suddenly, eyes flying wide and looking shocked, that it brought me back to the here and now and I tried to jerk away. But I had initiated the contact, he hadn't taken it, and he wouldn't relinquish it so easily now that it had been offered. He caught my hand in his and held tight and all I could do was try desperately to blank my mind, to make the pictures go away. To save him from knowing the pain of what I'd done.

For all the damn good it did…

* * * * * * * * * *

He was quiet for a moment and then softly said, "I noticed that you seemed to be gone a lot."

I smiled, thinking that I liked his saying that he noticed my absence, but, "It's peaceful here," was all I said.

"It is," he agreed, and then we got quiet for a little while. At first, I thought it was my imagination that he shifted, moving a little bit closer to me. But then I realized I wasn't just dreaming it and my heart began to beat in my chest like a trip-hammer. I looked up at him, seeing my own hopeful, shy expression through his eyes. Emboldened, he reached out with a gentle hand and stroked it along my jaw. I smiled and turned into his touch, feeling my eyes fall closed. His lips, when they found mine, where warm and soft.

My foresight somehow let me feel it all. I could feel his hunger for me as well as I could feel my own for him. Could feel the hammer of his heart echoing my own. Could feel his love for me as solid and steady as a mountain. Fierce. Real. Steadfast.

When we ended up in the grass, I couldn't have told you if I pulled him down or he bore me down.

He broke the kiss at length, looking down at me with his eyes on fire and his hands roaming over me as though he couldn't touch enough. "I've dreamed of you like this for so damn long…"

"I know," I breathed. "I never dared hope you felt the same…"

Our next kiss was slower… deeper. And led us to rush back to our shared dorm room before we did something very stupid in broad daylight.

* * * * * * * * * *

Suddenly, I didn't need to pull away from his touch, because he jerked free with a hoarse cry. "What was that?" he blurted, holding his hand as though he'd burned it. "What in the hell was that?"

"Damn it, Heero," I gasped, off balance and still struggling to get free of the visions. "I tried to tell you… why didn't you just go away when you had the chance?"

He didn't answer and I struggled around to hands and knees, trying to get my bearings enough to get away before this mess got any worse. My head was splitting, trying to wrap itself around the now and the then. Around the real and the dream. Around the wanting and the didn't have.

Heero seemed troubled by my dizziness, but also seemed loathe to come near me again. He just sat back, watching me fight for control.

"What…?" he managed after a little time, hesitating and starting again. "That never happened."

"No," I sighed, not able to erase the regret and the pain from my voice. "It never did. Not in this reality."

It took him a second, but when his voice came, it was laced with anger, which has always been his way of dealing with the pain. "Why in the hell did you stop me?"

I laughed once, sharply and just a little bit on an edge I was struggling to stay away from. "The… cost was too high," I told him when my voice steadied.

"Cost?" he sneered. "To who?"

"To the whole bloody fucking planet, you bastard!" I snarled, irrationally angry with him for jumping so quickly to condemn my choices.

He looked… disdainful, and I knew he doubted what I was telling him. Doubted maybe, that I was even sane.

"Do you know how in the hell you did what you had to do when Zechs decided to hit the Earth with a planet-sized holocaust?" I asked him, breath hissing between clenched teeth.

"I just did what had to be done," he growled, his eyes narrowing as he glared at me.

"You did what had to be done because you didn't fucking care," I informed him. "It did not matter to you if you lived or died."

His glare lost a little of its anger and leaned more toward sullen. "The individual does not matter in the middle of a damn war."

"If I had let you kiss me that day," I told him. "You would have cared."

He looked at me and his expression told me he thought I was so full of shit it wasn't even funny. I'd done my job and made him hate me. Had erased whatever he'd once felt for me so well, that now he couldn't even listen to what I was trying to tell him.

"I am a soldier," he began, starting some rationalization that I just didn't want to hear.

"Stop it, Heero," I told him and let myself lean heavily on my arms, let my head sag until I didn't have to see him. Didn't have to see that judgmental look on his face. "Go away… none of it matters now… just go away and leave me alone."

"How do you even know if you… 'followed the right thread', as you put it," he asked, not listening to me in the slightest and I just kind of lost it.

"I don't fucking know!" I yelled, jerking my head up and getting in his face again. "I never fucking know! I have seconds to unravel the whole damn fabric of time and all I've ever been able to do is the best I can! This is what my God forsaken 'gift' showed me; what in the hell was I suppose to do?"

I grabbed his arm and I saw the flinch that told me he was afraid of my touch now, but I was too far gone to care. I remembered what I'd been shown as hard as I'd tried to not remember the rest of it.

Force fed him the end of the world…

* * * * * * * * * *

No Gundam went after that chunk of Armageddon. No one dared take on what appeared to be a suicide job. That great, hulking chunk of space ship plummeted into the atmosphere unhindered and wrought so very much more than Zechs had ever schemed. More than he'd ever intended. And if it was poetic justice that his precious Sanc kingdom was in range of ground zero, it didn't much matter in the long haul.

There was nothing much left of the majority of the Asian continent when it was all said and done. Millions of people died in those first minutes from the impact alone. They were the lucky ones.

What followed was pretty much what you would expect. The dust of the destruction blanketed the Earth, blocking out the sun. Blocking out the heat. The plants went first, if not dying from the lack of sunlight, then falling to the bitter cold. Nuclear winter to all effects and purposes. What was left of the planet's population tried to flee to the stars, but the colonies just didn't have the room to take them all in. Millions more starved or gave in to the elements. Those left were pretty much taken by the plagues that followed.

Riots broke out on the colonies as colony-born and Earth-born tried to integrate. Bitterness won out over intellect and it all went to hell.

In the end… there was nothing left at all. Man was but a memory best forgot.

* * * * * * * * * *

I was not altogether surprised to come back to myself flat on my back again, the tears burning their way down the sides of my face. "How could I accept that, Heero?" I breathed to the open air. "Tell me how I could risk that when the price was nothing more than my own sad little soul."

He sat beside me, looking a little shell-shocked, cradling the arm I'd touched to his chest. It took him a long damn time to come out of his own head to look down at me and all the anger seemed to be gone. "It cost the both of us," he told me softly.

"You weren't suppose to know," I had to tell him, staring up at the gray sky and feeling like I was about to fall off into it. "You were never supposed to know."

He shifted, and came to crouch over me, blocking the sky from my sight and making me blink. "You… meant to bear this alone?" he asked, though it was hardly a question.

The damn tears that I hadn't let fall since that day so long ago, seemed to have no end. I let them go; knowing that fighting them would only lead to helpless sobbing. I just ignored them the best I could. "On my life, Heero… I never meant to hurt you. I would sooner have died than hurt you. But how could I have risked that?"

His hand rose and seemed to want to touch me, but fell away again. Twice burned, and all that. He didn't seem to know what to say, just hovering there above me and it awakened an ache in my heart that I just couldn't take.

"Give me my bottle back and just walk away, Heero," I told him. "It's too late to undo what's been done."

His eyes got a little hard then; oddly determined, and he straightened up, kneeling over me and staring down. "What I felt in that vision… that was our future?"

I blinked up at him, unsure of what he was asking. "A thread… a possibility," I whispered. A cool wind blew across my skin and the poppies swayed around us while I watched the glint in his eyes turn to sudden resolve. Before I could stop him, before I could object, he had unsealed my bottle of offered peace, thrown back his head and drained it. I think I cried out.

But just as quickly, he leaned down, his lips covering mine and I opened my mouth to his touch. The flood of mint and acid should not have taken me by surprise, but it did, and I had to swallow frantically at what he was sharing with me before I drowned in it. He gave me space for one gasping breath before plundering my mouth again for the simple pleasure of it. I met his kiss in a faltering stumble at first, so shocked by what he'd done that my mind was still scrambling to keep up.

It was not at all like that first shy kiss of memory; almost harsh in our new reality, but even as that thought flitted through my mind, he gentled and slowed. As much as I wanted to lose myself in his touch, the bitter taste of it wouldn't let me. The burning feel of it in my stomach wouldn't let me. I remembered my thoughts that Dr. G had meant to kill me with that vile potion, and for a moment, I was horrified at what Heero'd done, thinking that he'd just killed us both. Then I was taken with a rush of guilty relief that it had ended up being Heero who had taken my life after all. But that was followed quickly by an aching grief for his sake and the tears only flowed harder even as I hungrily returned his kisses.

"Stop it," he commanded, drawing away with my face caught in his hands, forcing me to meet his steady gaze. "You have to remember it for the both of us, Duo. Help me make it real."

My wits felt as scattered as the damn flower petals the wind was tugging at all around us. I tried to focus on what had been. What had almost been. What had never been. But now that I wanted the visions, they seemed to elude me. Like everything else in my life, when I needed it most, it seemed just out of reach. I began to panic.

"Hush," Heero said, his tone as gentle as I remembered, and I caught at him in desperation, feeling the beginnings of a burning that some part of me knew was only going to get worse. "I'm here now… I'll help you…" he sighed, and his fingers stroked gently along my jaw line. "Like this?" he whispered and I nodded sharply. "Close your eyes the way you did," he guided, and I did as I was bade. I felt the shifting of reality under my feet and he whispered gentle encouragement as his lips found mine again, with that hesitant, cautious feel that I remembered from never before.

I cried out as the vision rushed home to roust, and Heero cried out with me. "That's it… hold on to it as long as you can. Remember it for me… let me feel it all… we're in this together…" More. So much more. He held me together with his kisses and his touch, with his words and resolve, when I didn't think I could hang on to anything.

Because while the crap in the green bottle proved not to be poison… I thought the remedy would kill us anyway. It burned though our systems like liquid fire and I think there was a point when I might well have blown my own brains out to make the pain stop. A point when Heero traded his encouraging words for curses of his own.

And then it began to rain.

It seemed like… a cleansing.

* * * * * * * * * *

I suppose that's why the rain makes me feel so… introspective. Why I'm always drawn to watch it fall and remember that day. Even now, all these months later. I think the rain will always be bitter-sweet for me.

I probably shouldn't have opened the window, it had really been a bit too cool for it, but I like to hear the rain as it hits the ground… hits the leaves on the trees. And the mug of hot chocolate I'd held in my hands had helped ward off the slight chill.

Second chance? Or the first one all over again? Sometimes I'm not altogether sure. It's all jumbled in my head until I can't make sense of it. I'd struggled for a long time trying to sort it all out, until Heero had told me that it just didn't matter. All that mattered was that we were together, and the serum had worked. No more trying to unravel the future. No more unraveling my own head trying.

Maybe we don't have that giddy, innocent love that we might have had once upon a time; there was just too much pain between us. But what we did have was as solid as steel tempered in the harshest fires.

"What have I told you about brooding at the rain," Heero's voice teased gently and I looked up to find him home from work, hair looking like he'd rubbed a towel roughly through it to get the worst of the rainwater out, shoes and jacket already gone.

"I didn't hear you come in," I told him, smiling in invitation and he came to the window seat to lean down and kiss me hello. He smelled of the rain.

"That's because you were thinking too hard again," he chided and I knew he was only half teasing. Knew that it bothered him a little when I let the memories plague me. Let my guilt and my fears eat at me.

I snorted and ignored the comment, because I couldn't control my thoughts any more than I ever could. "How was your day?"

"Too long without you," he said with just the hint of a theatric sigh and leaned down to kiss me again, his hand cupping the back of my head. Memory had made need sharp in my heart and I reached for him without thought.

Until my mug tilted in nerveless fingers and I broke away from him with a surprised yelp. "Shit!" I blurted and was only thankful that the liquid had cooled as much as it had or I'd have been ripping my pants off for a whole other reason.

It took Heero a second to figure out what my problem was, and then he chuckled at me, his expression oddly affectionate for a guy who was about to help me figure out how to get chocolate out of the upholstery. "Graceful, love," was all he said.

I glared at him for a moment, gingerly removing my wet self from the equation before I dripped any more chocolate on the window seat. "Well," I muttered, half to myself. "I sure as hell didn't see that coming."

There was a moment of silence, and when I looked up at Heero his expression made me hear what I'd just said. "No," he agreed with a warm smile. "You did not."

Then he took me into his arms, sopping pants and all, because even without his extra ability… he always seemed to know what I needed the most. And after letting myself remember what I'd come so close to losing, what I always needed was him.

"In this together, love," he soothed, holding tight.

"We made it real?" I whispered, quite despite myself.

"We made it very real," he whispered back, and gave me one of those gentle kisses that lets me believe in the reality we'd forged between us.

It wasn't quite what it might have been… but that made it no less beautiful.

The End

Read her one-shot that continues from this: Telepathy

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PART 2

My Shot LAURENS Ooh, Who are you? MULLIGAN Ooh, Who are you? LAFAYETTE Ooh, Who are you? MULLIGAN/LAFAYETTE/LAURENS Ooh, who is this kid? What’s he gonna do? HAMILTON I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my country, I’m young, scrappy and hungry, and I’m not throwing away my shot! I’m ‘a get a scholarship to King’s College. I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish. The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish. I gotta holler just to be heard. With every word, I drop knowledge! I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal tryin’ to reach my goal. My power of speech: unimpeachable. Only nineteen but my mind is older. These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder ev’ry burden, ev’ry disadvantage I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish, I walk these streets famished. The plan is to fan this spark into a flame. But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name, I am the— HAMILTON/LAFAYETTE/MULLIGAN/LAURENS A-l-e-x-a-n-d e-r—we are—meant to be… HAMILTON A colony that runs independently. Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly. Essentially, they tax us relentlessly, then King George turns around, runs a spending spree. He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free, so there will be a revolution in this century. Enter me! 9 LAFAYETTE/MULLIGAN/LAURENS (He says in parentheses) HAMILTON Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me. I will lay down my life if it sets us free. Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy, HAMILTON And I am not throwing away my shot. I am not throwing away my shot. Hey yo, I’m just like my country, I’m young, scrappy and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot. LAURENS My shot! My shot! And I’m not throwing away my shot. HAMILTON/MULLIGAN/LAURENS/LAFAYETTE I am not throwing away my shot. I am not throwing away my shot. Hey yo, I’m just like my country, I’m young, scrappy and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot. It’s time to take a shot! LAFAYETTE I dream of life without a monarchy. The unrest in France will lead to ‘onarchy? ‘Onarchy? How you say, how you say, ‘anarchy?’ When I fight, I make the other side panicky. With my— HAMILTON/LAURENS/LAFAYETTE/MULLIGAN Shot! MULLIGAN Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice, and I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis. I’m joining the rebellion cuz I know it’s my chance to socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants! I’m gonna take a— HAMILTON/LAURENS/LAFAYETTE/MULLIGAN Shot! 10 LAURENS But we’ll never be truly free until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me, you and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in on a stallion with the first black battalion have another— HAMILTON/LAURENS/LAFAYETTE/MULLIGAN Shot! BURR Geniuses, lower your voices. You keep out of trouble and you double your choices. I’m with you, but the situation is fraught. You’ve got to be carefully taught: If you talk, you’re gonna get shot! HAMILTON Burr, check what we got. Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot, I think your pants look hot, Laurens, I like you a lot. Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot… What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot, poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not, a bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists? Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is! Oh, am I talkin’ too loud? Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth. I never had a group of friends before, I promise that I’ll make y’all proud. LAURENS Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd. HAMILTON/LAURENS/LAFAYETTE/MULLIGAN/ENSEMBLE I am not throwing away my shot. I am not throwing away my shot. Hey yo, I’m just like my country, I’m young, scrappy and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot. I am not throwing away my shot.

holy fuck this is a rlly long song

It really is

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This Unhinged Watching of Libertys Kids and Making Comments While High Was Made Possible by Viewers Like You.

Thank you.

Postmaster General Franklin

Alright time for season two or what would be season two if this show was made for grown ups.

I know it’s a low budget kids show and all, but they couldn’t have even tried with Sarahs dress? At least make it look like she’s wearing panniers at least.

Oh yes wait a minute Mr. Postman.

Her parents are a hot couple. They’ll be even hotter when they reunite and she sees his beard for the first time.

Henri it’s not that hard to jump from a crate!

Ooooooooh a letter!

La Volpe!

Sir can’t you see the no parking sign.

Hodges is kind of fine

*guitar strings humming* Secret code

James you are too gullible I swear to fuc

AOL isn’t working James where’s my mail

YOU GOT MAIL

They’re picking at those letters like vultures

“Someone opened my nudes I was sending to my mistress!”

The British own AOL

King George going through all the mail to read all the hot gossip firsthand.

“If our colonial army possessed an ounce of your pluck, we’d have nothing to fear.”

Another road trip

“James you missed the exit miles ago”

Wow James that was a smooth lie

James you left the mail where

All this to send a damn message. Just get some fucking Harry Potter owls in this bitch.

Yeah he just grabbed her hand

Um, we work for Franklin bitch

Aw Sarah, that was a great compliment

They had mail horses omg. They need ups logos or sum on the side

Damn Ben F you a straight up g.

“I accept because I know it will piss off King George lol” 😝

Common Sense

Oh here we go. Another episode to enlighten Sarah.

Also, I feel like Sarah and Tom Paine would debate their differences and drink ale at the same time.

Tom Paine said fuck the rich I love him

I have no patience for patience— Honestly, my profile page quote.

I’M FRENCH

“FUCK KING GEORGE M’LADY”

Oh she’s insulted

To make a bowl of soup fly like that, his bones would need to be made out of steel.

Tom is a bleeding heart liberal

Moses is so unphased by Paines abrupt departure

Sarah’s a real boss businesswoman

Paine is me when I’ve had too much tequila

“WHO ARE YOU CALLIN A PUDDIN’ HEAD?” 😭🤣😂

James why. There’s nothing realistic about this at all. Ya’ll ain’t Mystery Inc.

Why did no one go to Bens shop first? Ain’t he the most popular guy?

“That’s good journalism.” He’s done with her.

Is that Sarah’s dress shop. She buys her dresses from that tailor.

Henry why are you chasing cats

That has to be one weak ass crate to cave in to the weight of a nine year old boy.

Sarah the fuck kind of complement is that.

Henris running a hustle. Huslin’ Henri

This is why being a woman is terrifying

He waited that long to go help her tf?

“You’re a woman Sarah. You’re not as free as you think you are.”

Common people don’t need kings

“We have night at home!”

Sarah knows Paines opposing views don’t make him deserving of being tarred and feathered and you do see she has empathy for him

Tom doesn’t give a fuck

Ok kids, pass these around to your neighbors and read them amongst your table mates.

Henris like “Damn he donating all of it?”

Rights of all men, and we mean only men. Fuck the rest of ya.

The Turtle

YOU GUYS THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE EPISODE.

What do the sailors call General Howe!?

They really said lets go fuckin hard on the theme song

Do ya’ll think James and Henri have practiced mock British accents to annoy Sarah

Cookies and milk. A classic.

Oy it be a drunkin sailor

James we are not Mystery Inc

James are you suggesting that said sea monster wants to eat Sarah

“That’s more that I can swallow.” TMI SARAH

“We are journalists sir”

Henri Le Feva! Sounds like a Latin music star.

“I counted 900 holes” God damn it this is the most perverted episode ever

“We are going to blow up the redcoats m’lady.”

“Soldiers understand war m’lady.”

“James get out of the tank!” “You’re not my wife!” “I am your wife, get out of the tank!” “I’m in a tank and you’re not!”

Henri is more honest than James. It’s so wrong he’s keeping that info from her.

It’s time.

OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

GIVE US BLACK DICK AND WE FEAR NOTHING

That’s a nice ship. Be a shame if someone set it on fire.

This soldier looks like he’s in fucking preschool

“We were phishing sir”

“Is there anyone the boss doesn’t know!?”

Phishing for facts

Well James you fucked up

Make friends with the press

Imagine Sarah stood up on the boat during her outburst and they all fell in the water

Time to dramatically sulk in my colonial dress.

“I’m sorry you feel that way.” Uhhh gaslight much!?

She looks like she’s watching a battle from a castle in 11th century England.

Gonna poke some holes in your ship nbd

When you have a hard time controlling your character in the underwater levels.

Sarah how are you so compassionate like that after what they did.

“Nothing would change my loyalty to my friends.” That could be romantic if it pertained to just James.

The First Fourth of July

Ah yes, the origin story of why these apes called Americans are so obsessed with blowing shit up.

I need more posters for this show

Hessians are here

Imagine if England did win though

George why so sexy

Oh fuck the Brits invited Germany!?

Why is James alone with George Washington

Henri you dumbass

The Hessians are here ✨

Henri like a lil papillon barking

DR FRANKLIN DR FRANKLIN DR FRANKLIN

“I shan’t let you out of my sight!” Sarah to James and then later their children

Looking into a congress meeting will never be this easy again.

“I’m a journalist” “Yay for you”

Words have great power, especially if your girl wants you to propose properly.

Larry Daley was Thomas Jefferson before Night of the Museum.

NATM: Revolution Edition

Sarah you cunning beast

“Especially when defying a king.” Damn.

ORDA

James he’s a man of God, we’re stopping.

Sarah’s definitely a church girl but thankfully not an annoying church girl.

James go to Delaware so we can get this guy to vote

Bro don’t fall off your horse please

Get this man some oxygen

It’s only July 2nd

Johns got this 4th of July shit figured out

And now it’s July 9th

InDePeNdEnCe!

These men going apeshit now

They raving. Got that crab rave energy.

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2023 book recs! (to read and to skip)

inspired by @deanmarywinchester's incredible rec list and general reading reviews!

RECOMMEND:

The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells: I love you autistic androids. forever and ever. I'm pretending the adaptation is not happening bc I don’t think the screen can do it justice so I’m simply enjoying every single page of these books before there’s inevitable show Discourse. I love the plots and the dialogue and just like murderbot I too wish I could be left alone to watch my shows.

Something That May Shock and Discredit You by Daniel Lavery: this book has a couple excerpts on here that make the rounds and piqued my interest and holy shit. if you are trans and queer and probably autistic. read this book as fast as you can. I felt seen in every word and also. Absolutely read to filth.

The Traitor Baru Cormorant (the masquerade series) by Seth Dickinson: I think I finally started this series because of my bestie @ofbowsandbooks (as is the case with so many things) but who's to say. either way I read this towards the beginning of the year and have not stopped thinking about it since. if you read it. please listen to so much (for) stardust by fob. I cannot recommend the specific kind of damage it does to you while rotating baru and tain hu in your mind. just. tailored to me in so many ways (fantasy story about imperialism and masks and lying and the terrible power of math) so I do admit bias there.

Settlers by J Sakai: If you can only read a book or two about understanding why colonialism/capitalism is at the root of all evil...read this book. It's at the top of my general list of political nonfic recs (next to capitalism & disability by marta russell and border & rule by Harsha Walia). I like to describe it as a leftist pov of us history that pulls apart some of the liberal/white "optimism" of People's History of the US.

They Can’t Kill Us Until They Kill Us by Hanif Abdurraqib: I think this was also based on an excerpt I saw on here. I finally started getting into memoirs/essay collections this year and WOW. I mean, even if that genre isn't your thing, you should still read this book. It's just so so good, and utilizes unique topics (particularly music, I love his FOB essay) to explore both small personal moments and larger existential issues.

The Wretched of the Earth by Frantz Fanon: This is considered a staple of anticolonial movements & education for a reason. Definitely helpful for understanding the global decolonial revolutions of the 1960s.

Decarcerating Disability by Liat Ben-Moshe: An incredible study of abolition from a disability lens. Clear (if a bit repetitive at times) but overall an engaging read that definitely brings a much needed addition to larger abolition texts.

Chain-Gang All Stars by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah: I read this one after seeing @deanmarywinchester's posts about it. I read it in two days and it knocked me so hard on my ass. Especially as someone who was obsessed with the hunger games in middle/high school. Just. Wow. holy shit. we knew this already but abolish prisons police etc etc and also we have GOT to be done with tiktok. and alexas. and just being okay with casually reposting/consuming videos and images of violence against people of color and and and -

Exile & Pride by Eli Clare: transmasc disabled PNW crew rise up!!!! the trauma of growing up as all these things in a small rural town!!! I have very rarely felt so deeply seen and understood as when I was reading this book. It's heavy emotionally & topically, so warnings there. I did struggle a bit with it but only because of how deeply some of his story reflects my own.

Innocence & Corruption by Aiyana Goodfellow: This book and its author demand a fundamental shift from how we as a society view and treat children. If you are planning on having kids, have kids in your life, are a teacher, etc etc, cannot emphasize enough how important this book is to remind us that kids are people now, and they deserve autonomy, respect, and support.

Honorable Mentions:

he who drowned the world by shelley parker-chan : this was moved down a category only because the book before this one (she who became the sun) is literally just setup for this sneaky gut punch. So as a duology, could be stronger. this book as a standalone? Wow. There's some banger lines and concepts and characters in there. (Wang baoxiang. Just. Oh boy). Definitely fascinating in convo with baru cormorant, and I think a reason it's lower for me as well is because the lens of hwdtw is much more of an internal power turmoil than a study of imperalism, which I'm biased towards interest-wise. I read this purely because of @ash-and-starlight's incredible art, so please go check that out if you read the book - It is absolutely worth the read for their art.

the Black Jacobins by C L R James: I'm a french revolution bitch. it was a special interest of mine as a kid and got me invested in history. that said, we gotta talk about france's fuckery. which is to say, slavery/genocide/colonialism etc etc. This book is somewhat tricky to read at points, especially in keeping track of who's who, but a really incredible explanation of the beginning of Haiti's fight for independence. If you enjoy French or Caribbean history, anticolonial revolutions, and some of the nitty-gritty details of history textbooks, this is for you.

life under the jolly roger by Gabriel Kuhn: who here has seen black sails. (thee gay pirate show. Original edition.) strikes a good balance between an understanding of what pirates have/can/could represent, and absolutely clarity about their actual violence, legacy, and politics. Informative without being drawn in by the romanticism or dismissing its power completely.

the essential June Jordan: Politically relevant and also just lyrically beautiful poetry.

hell followed with us by Andrew Joseph White: trans horror fans w/ Christianity beef, this is for you. I am NOT a horror fan, but it was so well done and resonant with me that I stomached the gore for it and do absolutely recommend. if that’s your thing

DO NOT RECOMMEND:

the invisible life of addie larue by ve schwab: I love VE and am a bit of an apologist for her prose over plot bc her worldbuilding is always so cinematic to me, but this was such a frustrating waste of a brilliant concept. It was just...boring? Neither Addie nor Henry are particularly interesting (Henry's relatable, but again, not engaging as a character) and for someone who's been alive for a long time, I expected more unique flashbacks and worldbuilding. I expected the ten thousand doors of january, but this was not that, although I think at its soul it wanted to be.

the lies of locke lamora by scott lynch - Been meaning to read this forever since it was recommended a lot on here if you liked six of crows. I would say a similar setup (dickension fantasy) but that's about it. Characters aren't that likeable or clever, the action is slow, and I take issue with the ending.

unwieldy creatures by addie tsai - I so badly wanted this book to be good. It was not.

a day of fallen night by samantha shannon - It was fine, it's just such a long book I think time is better spent elsewhere, ya know?

provenance - second ann leckie book that i've finished unimpressed. despite murderbot being top of my list, this similar vibe of sci-fi did not strike me as one with such a unique clear voice. It just felt like a more inclusive version of many average space books.

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Here's a complete tour guide to Nainital, a charming hill station in Uttarakhand, India. Known for its beautiful lake, scenic views, and colonial charm, Nainital is a perfect getaway for nature lovers, honeymooners, and families alike.

You can find some of nainital complete tour guide for your next trip

Overview

Location: Kumaon region, Uttarakhand, India

Altitude: ~2,084 meters (6,837 ft) above sea level

Best Time to Visit: March to June (pleasant weather), September to November (post-monsoon beauty), December to January (for snowfall)

How to Reach

By Road:

Well-connected to Delhi (approx. 300 km / 7-8 hrs drive)

Regular buses from Delhi, Haldwani, and Kathgodam

By Train:

Nearest station: Kathgodam (34 km)

Trains available from Delhi, Dehradun, Lucknow, etc.

By Air:

Nearest airport: Pantnagar Airport (65 km)

imited flights; Delhi is the major air hub nearby

Where to Stay

Luxury: The Naini Retreat, Shervani Hilltop, The Manu Maharani

Mid-Range: Hotel Himalaya, The Pavilion, Classic The Mall

Budget: KMVN Tourist Rest Houses, homestays, and local lodges

Top Attractions

1. Naini Lake

Heart of the town; enjoy boating, yachting, or a peaceful lakeside walk

2. Naina Devi Temple

Located on the northern shore of the lake; an important Shakti Peeth

3. Snow View Point

Panoramic views of snow-clad Himalayas; reachable by cable car or trek

4. Tiffin Top (Dorothy’s Seat)

Great viewpoint for picnics and photography; can be reached by horse or hike

5. The Mall Road

Bustling street for shopping, cafes, and local eateries

6. Eco Cave Gardens

Fun for families and kids; explore interconnected natural caves

7. Nainital Zoo (GB Pant High Altitude Zoo)

Home to rare Himalayan species like snow leopards and red pandas

8. Raj Bhawan (Governor’s House)

British-era Gothic-style building; open for guided tours

9. Hanuman Garhi

Temple with a stunning sunset view

Nearby Excursions

Bhimtal (22 km): Bigger than Naini Lake, with boating and an aquarium island

Naukuchiatal (26 km): Serene lake with 9 corners; adventure sports

Sattal (23 km): Cluster of 7 lakes; bird watching and kayaking

Ranikhet (60 km): Scenic hill town with golf course and temples

Mukteshwar (50 km): Orchard town with panoramic Himalayan views

What to Eat

Local Specialties: Bhatt ki Churkani, Aloo ke Gutke, Bal Mithai, Ras Bhaat

Popular Cafes: Sakley’s, Café Chica, Machan, Giannis Pure Veg

Street Food: Momos, chaat, roasted corn, and hot jalebis

Shopping in Nainital

Tibetan Market: Woolens, souvenirs, handicrafts

Mall Road: Candles, wooden items, hand-knit woolens

Bhotia Market: Local Kumaoni products and shawls

Travel Tips

Carry warm clothes even in summer; evenings get chilly

Pre-book hotels during peak season

If driving, be cautious on hill roads; parking can be limited

Keep some cash handy; not all places accept cards

Respect local customs and environment

Suggested Itinerary (3 Days)

Day 1

Arrival & check-in

Boating in Naini Lake

Visit Naina Devi Temple & Mall Road walk

Day 2

Breakfast

Snow View Point via ropeway

Zoo visit

Eco Cave Garden

Sunset at Hanuman Garhi

Day 3

Tiffin Top trek or horse ride

Local shopping

Depart for nearby lakes (Bhimtal/Sattal) or return journey

Let me know if you'd like a tailored itinerary or help with a family, honeymoon, or solo travel plan.

Here we had discussed about nainital tourist places for your stay

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Family-Friendly Hotels in Lansdowne India – A Relaxing Escape

Tucked away in the quiet hills of Uttarakhand, Lansdowne is a rare gem where time slows down and natural beauty takes centre stage. Known for its colonial charm, pine forests, and tranquil ambience, this hill station is ideal for families looking to disconnect from the hustle of city life and reconnect with each other. Selecting the right accommodation can elevate the entire experience when planning your family trip. Among the best hotels in Lansdowne, India, one name consistently stands out for offering comfort, convenience, and an inviting atmosphere for all age groups.

Why Lansdowne Is a Great Choice for Families

Unlike many crowded tourist destinations, Lansdowne offers serenity. The weather remains pleasant most of the year, making it a fantastic destination for summer holidays or quick weekend getaways. Attractions like Bhulla Tal, Tip-in-Top viewpoint, and the War Memorial provide children and adults with light adventures and learning opportunities. Add to that the lush greenery, scenic drives, and friendly locals, and you've got a family vacation that's both relaxing and enriching.

Choosing a Family-Friendly Hotel in Lansdowne

The best accommodations in Lansdowne don't just offer a place to sleep—they create experiences. For families, this means a hotel that balances modern comforts with thoughtful amenities tailored for multi-generational travel. Look for spacious rooms, in-house dining options with a diverse menu, recreational spaces, and a helpful staff that can assist with planning local excursions.

One such place offers all this and more, making it a go-to for family travellers looking for a dependable and comfortable stay. Located in a scenic yet accessible part of Lansdowne, this property is designed to suit every family member's needs— toddlers, teenagers, or grandparents.

What Makes a Hotel Family-Friendly?

When travelling with children or elderly family members, safety, hygiene, and ease of access become top priorities. A truly family-oriented hotel provides:

Spacious rooms or suites that can accommodate families without feeling cramped.

Multi-cuisine restaurant options that can cater to both picky eaters and those with dietary restrictions.

On-site activities or indoor game areas to keep kids entertained during downtime.

Travel desk or concierge that helps with local sightseeing or guided tours.

Peaceful surroundings that encourage quality time and relaxation.

Fortunately, some hotels in Lansdowne are designed to meet these needs, offering a perfect blend of functionality and aesthetic appeal.

Designed for Comfort and Connection

When you're vacationing with family, you need more than just a clean room—a space inviting bonding. A warm, welcoming lobby, a scenic terrace, or a cosy common area can go a long way in creating memorable family moments. A well-thought-out hotel ensures that such shared spaces exist and are easily accessible.

For example, a beautifully appointed outdoor deck or rooftop café can become the perfect place for evening tea or storytelling under the stars. Even a simple kids' corner or board games in the lounge can transform a short stay into a cherished memory.

Dining That Feels Like Home

Food is a vital part of any family vacation. A hotel with diverse dining options—child-friendly meals, vegetarian dishes, and local specialities—can make mealtime easier and more enjoyable. Parents can relax knowing there's something for everyone, while adventurous eaters can try regional delicacies in a safe and hygienic setting.

Some properties go the extra mile by offering customized meal plans for kids or early meal timings to suit young schedules. It's these thoughtful touches that make a hotel truly family-friendly.

Exploring Lansdowne with Ease

Staying at the right hotel means you're perfectly positioned to explore the beauty of Lansdowne. From nature walks and boating at Bhulla Lake to panoramic views at Snow Viewpoint, everything feels more accessible when your accommodation is well-located.

Hotels that provide travel assistance or curated local experiences can significantly reduce the stress of planning day trips. When you're travelling with family, that convenience can be invaluable.

An Experience to Remember

Every family vacation tells a story—and the right hotel becomes part of that story. Whether it's the warm greeting at check-in, the beautifully maintained surroundings, or the attentive room service, each detail contributes to a seamless and enjoyable experience. A stay at a thoughtfully run hotel in Lansdowne does just that—it wraps you in comfort while giving you the space to explore, unwind, and reconnect with your loved ones.

While many places to stay in Lansdowne few balance luxury and warmth like this particular property. Designed to make families feel at home while on holiday, it's not just a place to stay—it's a destination.

A Closer Look: Zone Connect by The Park

Though the blog maintains a broad perspective on family-friendly stays, Zone Connect by The Park deserves special mention. This stylish property combines contemporary design and personalized service in a scenic location, making it an excellent choice for families. From its well-appointed rooms to its serene ambience, every corner reflects thoughtful hospitality. If you're searching for a family stay that offers both elegance and ease, this is a name you can trust.

For more details, please visit here: https://www.zonebythepark.com/blog/best-hotels-in-lansdowne.html

Lansdowne is more than just a destination—it's a space where families can pause, breathe, and bond. Choosing the right accommodation enhances that experience, turning a simple trip into lasting memories. Among the many lansdowne hotels, some properties stand out for their ability to understand and cater to family needs with sincerity and style.

When planning your next family escape to the hills, choose a hotel that does more than provide a room—choose one that creates an experience.

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DIY Cockroach Control Methods That Work (and When They Don’t)

Let’s face it—cockroaches are unwelcome guests in any home. They’re fast, sneaky, and just the sight of them can give anyone the creeps. Even worse, they’re tough survivors and often signal deeper sanitation or moisture issues. So, what can you do about it?

Before you reach for the strongest chemical on the shelf, let’s talk about some tried-and-tested DIY cockroach control methods. We’ll also discuss when they might not be enough—and when it’s time to call in the pros like Deccan Pest Control.

Why Cockroaches Are So Hard to Get Rid Of

Cockroaches are active at night, resilient, and reproduce quickly. They can survive on very little food, squeeze through tiny cracks, and even live for weeks without their heads! That’s why a few roaches spotted during the day could indicate a much bigger problem hiding behind your walls or under your sink.

DIY Cockroach Control Methods That Actually Work

1. Keep Things Clean and Dry

This is the simplest and most effective first step. Roaches are drawn to food scraps, water, and clutter. By eliminating those attractions, you make your home far less inviting.

What to do:

Clean up crumbs and spills immediately.

Wash dishes right after use.

Empty garbage bins daily.

Fix leaky pipes and taps.

Declutter storage areas, especially cardboard boxes.

Works Best When: You’re preventing an infestation or dealing with a small problem.

2. Boric Acid and Sugar Mix

Boric acid is a naturally occurring compound that’s toxic to cockroaches. Mix it with sugar (to attract them), and you’ve got a basic roach bait.

How to use:

Mix equal parts boric acid and sugar.

Sprinkle it lightly in corners, behind appliances, and under sinks.

Keep away from pets and kids!

Works Best When: The infestation is minor, and you're treating hidden spots where roaches travel.

3. Baking Soda and Onion Bait

Another home remedy involves mixing baking soda (which reacts with a cockroach’s digestive system) and onion.

How to use:

Chop an onion and mix with baking soda.

Place the mixture on a shallow plate near roach-prone areas.

Works Best When: You want a safer, pet-friendly option for light infestations.

4. Sticky Traps

These work like a charm for identifying where roaches are most active.

How to use:

Place them along walls, under sinks, or behind appliances.

Check daily and replace as needed.

Works Best When: Monitoring activity or catching the occasional roach.

5. Essential Oils

Some essential oils—like peppermint, eucalyptus, and tea tree—have roach-repelling properties.

How to use:

Mix a few drops with water and spray in areas where roaches are likely to hide.

Reapply daily.

Works Best When: Used as a repellent, not a roach killer.

DIY Methods That Don’t Always Work

1. Ultrasonic Repellers

Despite the marketing claims, there’s no strong scientific evidence that these devices deter roaches effectively.

Why not? Roaches quickly get used to the sound and go about their business undisturbed.

2. Bleach and Disinfectants

While these might kill roaches on contact, they don’t solve the problem long-term.

Why not? Roaches are great at hiding. You’ll rarely reach their nests or egg sacs with bleach alone.

3. Over-the-Counter Sprays

Yes, they kill on contact. But they can also scatter the colony, pushing roaches deeper into walls or other rooms.

Why not? These sprays may offer temporary relief, but they often don’t address the root of the problem.

Also Read: How Dpc Helped Saira Raichuri Reclaim Her Home From A Cockroach Infestation

When DIY Isn’t Enough

If you’ve tried all the above and you’re still spotting roaches, it’s time to call in the experts. That’s where Cockroach Control Services comes in.

Why Choose Deccan Pest Control?

Experienced Technicians: Trained to spot and eliminate cockroach breeding grounds.

Eco-Friendly Solutions: Safe for families, pets, and the environment.

Long-Term Results: We don’t just kill roaches—we prevent them from coming back.

Affordable Plans: Tailored services that suit your needs and budget.

Our team uses a combination of gel baits, insect growth regulators, and strategic spraying to eliminate infestations at the source—something DIY methods just can’t match.

Q: Are cockroaches dangerous?

A: Yes! Roaches can spread bacteria like Salmonella and E. coli, trigger allergies, and even cause asthma attacks—especially in children.

Q: Why do I keep seeing roaches even though I clean regularly?

A: Cockroaches don’t just come for food—they’re also after water and shelter. Even spotless homes can have hidden moisture or entry points that attract them.

Q: How fast do cockroaches multiply?

A: Very fast. A single female can produce hundreds of offspring in a year. That’s why early detection is key.

Q: Can I handle a large infestation on my own?

A: Honestly, no. DIY can help prevent or manage a small problem, but large infestations require professional-grade treatments like the ones Deccan Pest Control offers.

Q: What should I expect during a pest control visit?

A: At Deccan Pest Control, we start with an inspection to identify the infestation source. Then we apply targeted treatments and follow up as needed to ensure your home stays roach-free.

Final Thoughts

DIY cockroach control can be effective in the short term or for very minor infestations. But if you’re seeing them during the day, finding droppings, or smelling a musty odor—they’ve probably made themselves at home.

Don’t let it get out of hand. Reach out to Deccan Pest Control for a free consultation. We’re here to help you live cockroach-free, comfortably and confidently.

Say Goodbye to Roaches—For Good!

Contact Deccan Pest Control today for fast, safe, and reliable cockroach control services in Hyderabad. Because no one should have to share their home with pests.

Call us at [+91 9666648420] Serving [Hyderabad] with pride and professionalism.

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Here's a simple list of the best hotels near Dalhousie Mall Road, perfect for families, couples, and comfort seekers: lets discuss about best hotel in dalhousie mall road

🏨 Best Hotels in Dalhousie Near Mall Road

1️⃣ Grand View Hotel

📍 Location: Close to Mall Road (slightly off the main road)

🌄 Highlights: Beautiful mountain views, colonial charm, modern rooms

👪 Best For: Families & honeymooners

⭐ Rating: Excellent reviews, known for warm hospitality

2️⃣ Hotel Mount View

📍 Location: Near Mall Road

🛏️ Highlights: Heritage decor, spa, garden café

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Best For: Leisure stays with comfort

⭐ Rating: High-rated with premium ambiance

3️⃣ Hotel MGM1

📍 Location: Walking distance to Mall Road

🍽️ Highlights: Rooftop dining, modern interiors, city views

💼 Best For: Business + family travelers

⭐ Rating: Very good reviews

4️⃣ Snow Valley Resorts

📍 Location: Close to Mall Road

💰 Highlights: Budget-friendly, buffet breakfast, kids play area

👶 Best For: Budget travelers and small families

⭐ Rating: Value for money

5️⃣ JK Clarks Exotica

📍 Location: Near Mall Road

🍴 Highlights: Panoramic views, terrace restaurant, luxury feel

🌟 Best For: Luxury seekers

⭐ Rating: Excellent service & facilities

If you want hotel suggestions based on your budget or travel style (luxury, family, solo, etc.), just let me know — I’ll tailor the list for you!

hope this blog about best budget hotels in dalhousie will be helpful for you.

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Looking for a 3 BHK Duplex in Bhopal? Discover Premium Living Today

Looking for a premium duplex bungalow in Bhopal that offers the perfect blend of luxury, comfort, and location? Your search ends at Hoshangabad Road — a fast-developing corridor that has become the most desirable residential area in the city. Among the best offerings in this locality are the 3 BHK duplex homes crafted by Bhojpal Builders. Designed with precision and built with passion, these homes redefine urban living in Bhopal.

Nestled in the thriving neighborhood of Bagmugaliya Extension, Bhojpal Builders’ duplex projects are not just residential structures but carefully planned spaces that cater to the evolving lifestyle needs of modern families. If you're searching for a 3 BHK duplex in Hoshangabad Road Bhopal, you will find that these homes offer the perfect combination of accessibility, affordability, and aesthetics.

Why Choose a Duplex Bungalow in Bhopal?

The real estate landscape in Bhopal has seen significant transformation in recent years. Among the most sought-after housing formats today is the duplex bungalow. These homes provide a unique advantage of living in an independent structure while still being a part of a well-planned community. From open spaces and private gardens to multiple levels of privacy and functionality, duplexes bring the feel of a villa within a manageable and cost-effective footprint.

What sets a duplex bungalow in Bhopal apart is the sense of space and exclusivity it offers. Unlike typical apartment living, you are not limited by shared walls or confined balconies. You have your own entrance, parking, garden, and the ability to customize your interiors. It’s a smart choice for families that want space for everyone, be it children, elders, or working professionals who now prefer work-from-home comfort.

Hoshangabad Road: The Prime Address for Premium Duplex Living

When it comes to prime locations in Bhopal, Hoshangabad Road leads the chart. Its strategic connectivity to major landmarks like AIIMS, Ashima Mall, BHEL, and the Rani Kamalpati Railway Station makes it an ideal choice for residential investment. The road infrastructure is excellent, and the area is dotted with educational institutions, hospitals, and shopping hubs.

Choosing a 3 BHK duplex in Hoshangabad Road Bhopal means you get to live close to all urban conveniences without sacrificing peace and privacy. This location also offers excellent future appreciation, making it a smart investment for both homebuyers and property investors.

Premium Duplexes That Redefine Urban Living

Bhojpal Builders offers premium duplex in Bhopal that exemplify modern architecture and functional design. These duplexes are spread across two spacious levels, with thoughtfully laid out rooms, natural ventilation, and contemporary finishes.

What makes these homes stand out is their architectural finesse and material quality. Every home is built with an eye for detail, using high-grade materials and fittings that add long-term value. Be it the stylish elevation, the landscaped gardens, or the premium fittings inside — everything speaks of superior craftsmanship.

Whether you’re a first-time buyer, a growing family, or a couple looking to upgrade from an apartment, these duplex bungalows in Bhopal are tailored to suit all your aspirations.

Community and Lifestyle at Its Best

A home is not just about walls and roofs — it’s about the lifestyle it brings. Bhojpal Builders’ projects are located in gated communities that offer a secure and serene living experience. These residential colonies are well-maintained, have 24x7 security, and feature amenities like internal roads, green parks, and proximity to daily needs.

Being part of such a community ensures that you not only own a premium duplex in Bhopal but also enjoy a lifestyle that is enriching and peaceful. You can walk your dog in the morning, let your kids play safely in the evening, and interact with like-minded neighbours — all within a safe and beautiful environment.

Why Bhojpal Builders?

Bhojpal Builders has earned its name in the Bhopal real estate sector through years of dedication, transparency, and customer satisfaction. With several successful residential projects under their belt, they are known for their quality construction and timely delivery. Their duplex homes in Bagmugaliya Extension and surrounding areas are among the most recommended by locals and real estate experts alike.

When you choose Bhojpal Builders, you are not just buying a house, you are investing in a long-term asset and a better quality of life. Their commitment to excellence, design innovation, and customer support make them one of the most reliable builders in the city.

Book Your Dream Duplex Today

If you’ve been searching for a 3 BHK duplex in Hoshangabad Road Bhopal, now is the time to make that dream a reality. Visit and explore available options, view layouts. Experience the lifestyle that a modern family deserves — spacious, private, and secure.

These duplex bungalows in Bhopal are not just homes; they are your future. Whether for end-use or investment, their value will only grow with time, thanks to their location, design, and the trusted name behind them.

Make a smart move. Choose a home that reflects your dreams and aspirations — choose a premium duplex by Bhojpal Builders.