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farmergirlimagines · 3 months ago

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Chapter 2: Confessions Under The Stars and A Mysterious Car

Masterlist ~ Through Static and Shock

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As they walked back to the car, the moon high above them, Donna glanced at Joanna. For all her chaos and fire, Joanna had a way of creating these moments—moments where the world didn’t feel so heavy. And as Donna watched Barb laugh at something Joanna said, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she needed nights like this too. When they climbed back into the car and the taillights disappeared down the quiet road, there was a sense of unspoken understanding between the three of them. Childhood friends, navigating the chaos of growing up, but always finding their way back to each other.

The car hummed steadily along the empty streets of Hawkins, the air inside warm with the lingering energy of laughter. Donna sat in the middle seat, her head tilted slightly as she glanced at Joanna, who was gripping the wheel with one hand while drumming the other against it in rhythm to the music. Barb rested her elbow on the open window frame, her milkshake long finished but her hand still wrapped around the cool cup.

“So,” Donna began, breaking the comfortable silence, “speaking of Nancy… Dustin and Will have been at her house all day, right? That campaign Mike planned—what was it? Ten hours long?”

Joanna snorted, a sharp grin tugging at her lips. “Knowing Mike? Yeah, probably. He’s not just a Dungeon Master; he’s a tyrant. Will’s been talking about it all week.”

Barb turned her head, eyebrows raised. “You’re telling me Nancy let those middle school boys invade her house all day? That’s… surprising.”

Donna smirked, folding her arms. “She didn’t exactly have a choice. Mike probably begged her until she caved. He has a way of wearing people down.”

“Sounds like someone I know,” Joanna teased, throwing a quick glance at Donna.

Donna rolled her eyes but smiled despite herself. “Still, maybe we should swing by and pick them up. It’s getting late, and I don’t trust Dustin not to accidentally wipe out on his bike in the dark.”

Joanna waved her off, leaning back in her seat as the streetlights flickered past. “They’re fine. They’ve got their bikes, and Jonathan’s supposed to be home tonight. Besides, my curfew’s later than Will’s. Plus Mom would lose it if he wasn’t back on time, so trust me, he’ll be home.”

Barb shot Joanna a skeptical look. “You’re awfully relaxed about this. Aren’t you even a little worried?”

Joanna shrugged, her tone light but with an edge of defiance. “Nah. Will knows how to take care of himself. He’s tougher than he looks.”

Donna frowned, her worry unshaken. “Maybe, but you know how Dustin gets. If he’s riding home in the dark, he’ll be all over the place. That kid’s got zero spatial awareness.”

“Then it’s a good thing Will’s there,” Joanna countered. “He’ll make sure Dustin stays out of trouble.”

Donna wasn’t entirely convinced, but she let it drop, glancing out the window at the quiet streets of their town. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Dustin or Will, but something about the idea of leaving them entirely to their own devices gnawed at her. Still, Joanna’s laid-back confidence made her hesitate to press the issue.

“Alright,” Donna relented, though her tone still held a note of hesitation. “But if Dustin gets home and complains about scraping his knees or getting chased by a stray dog, I’m blaming you.”

Joanna laughed, a full, rich sound that filled the car. “Fair enough. But if he does, I’ll remind him that he’s a Henderson. Tough like his big sister, right?”

Donna couldn’t help but smile at that, even as she shook her head. “Yeah, sure. That’s one way to look at it.”

Barb, who had been quietly observing the exchange, finally chimed in. “You know, for all your differences, you two are more alike than you think.”

Joanna scoffed, but her grin didn’t waver. “Don’t start, Barb. I’ll kick you out of the car.”

Barb rolled her eyes but didn’t press further, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

As the station wagon rumbled on through the sleepy streets of Hawkins, the girls returned to lighter conversation, letting the tension of the moment fade. The night wasn’t over yet, and Joanna wasn’t ready to let it be derailed. For all her bluster, there was something grounding about this time with her friends—a reminder that, even with all the chaos of their lives, some things didn’t have to change.

The hum of the engine was steady, and the quiet between the girls felt charged, like something unsaid hung in the air. Donna leaned forward slightly from her spot in the middle seat, glancing out the windshield.

“Jo, where are we going?” she asked, her tone curious but calm.

Joanna didn’t answer immediately. Her gaze was focused, her hands gripping the wheel with a certain determination. “You’ll see,” she said finally, a small, mischievous smile tugging at her lips.

Barb sighed dramatically, crossing her arms as she looked out the passenger-side window. “If this ends with us getting murdered in the woods, I’m haunting you, Jo.”

Donna smirked. “Relax, Barb. If anyone’s getting murdered tonight, it probably is Jo. I’ll do it myself if this is one of her ‘brilliant’ ideas gone wrong.”

Joanna laughed, a sharp, carefree sound that seemed to fill the car. “You two have so little faith in me. It’s almost hurtful.”

The road narrowed, the asphalt giving way to gravel. Trees loomed on either side, their branches creating a canopy that turned the world into shadowy silhouettes. The station wagon came to a stop at the edge of a clearing, and Joanna killed the engine.

Donna squinted into the darkness, then gasped as recognition dawned. “Wait... is this—”

Joanna hopped out of the car, her boots crunching against the gravel. She turned back to the others, her grin wide and triumphant. “The old playground. Haven’t been here in years.”

Barb groaned but followed suit, stepping out and brushing imaginary dust off her jeans. “I can’t believe this place is still standing. Didn’t it get condemned or something?”

The three of them walked toward the abandoned playground, their footsteps muffled by the overgrown grass. The equipment was just as they remembered—only older, rustier, and more weather-worn. The swings hung limp, their chains creaking in the gentle night breeze. The slide had lost its shine, the metal dulled and flecked with rust.

Joanna made a beeline for the merry-go-round, giving it an experimental push. It groaned in protest but moved, albeit sluggishly. “See? Still works. Kind of.”

Barb pointed at the slide, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Remember the time you tried to climb that thing backward? You got halfway up, slipped, and landed flat on your back. I thought you were dead.”

Joanna rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a grin. “I was fine. Just had the wind knocked out of me.”

Donna chuckled, the sound soft and nostalgic. “You cried for an hour, Jo. And then you made us swear we wouldn’t tell anyone at school.”

Joanna shrugged, unbothered. “And you didn’t, so thanks for that.”

The three of them wandered further into the playground, their voices overlapping as they shared more memories—stories of daring feats on the monkey bars, endless summer afternoons spent playing tag, and the time Barb got stuck at the top of the jungle gym and had to be coaxed down by Nancy.

Donna stopped by the monkey bars, her fingers brushing against the cold metal. “Remember the pact we made here?”

Joanna and Barb paused, turning to look at her.

“We said we’d always stay friends,” Donna continued, her voice quieter now. “No matter what.”

Barb smiled, the expression tinged with a hint of sadness. “We were so serious about it, too. Like it was a binding contract.”

Joanna leaned against one of the rusted poles, her arms crossed. “Well, it kind of was, wasn’t it? I mean, we’re still here.”

Donna glanced between them, her gaze soft. “Yeah. But it feels... different now. Like everything’s changing.”

For a moment, the three of them stood in silence, the weight of unspoken truths settling over them. Life was pulling them in different directions. Nancy’s newfound popularity, Donna’s growing responsibilities, Barb’s focus on academics, and Joanna’s defiance of everything that felt like a box—each path seemed to diverge more with every passing day.

But here, in this forgotten corner of Hawkins, they were just three girls again, bound by shared history and a promise made long ago.

Joanna broke the silence with a laugh, her tone light but carrying a hint of determination. “Okay, enough with the heavy stuff. Who’s up for one last spin on this death trap?” She gestured to the merry-go-round.

Donna shook her head but smiled, stepping forward. “If it breaks and we all die, I’m haunting you first.”

Barb rolled her eyes but climbed aboard. “If it doesn’t kill us, tetanus might. But sure, why not?”

Joanna gave the merry-go-round a shove, the rusty contraption groaning as it picked up speed. Laughter echoed into the night, blending with the creak of metal and the distant rustle of leaves. For a little while, the weight of the future didn’t matter.

Here, in this moment, they were still together. Still friends. Still spinning.

The swings creaked under their weight, the sound blending with the faint hum of cicadas in the cool night air. The three girls sat in a loose line, their feet brushing the overgrown grass as they pushed themselves back and forth with lazy, uneven rhythms. Overhead, the stars peeked through gaps in the clouds, casting a faint silvery glow over the abandoned playground, as if caught in their own quiet contemplation.

Donna was the first to break the silence, her voice low and steady but tinged with the weight of her thoughts. “You know, sometimes it feels like I’m living two lives.” she began, her hands gripping the chains of her swing. “There’s this part of me that wants to be like everyone else—go to parties, worry about boys, figure out what I want to do after high school. But then there’s Dustin.” Her voice faltered for a moment. “He’s everything to me, but it’s a lot. Being responsible for him, making sure he’s okay... it’s like I don’t get to have my own life.”

Barb glanced over, her expression softening in the dim starlight. “That sounds exhausting,” she said quietly. “I mean, I complain about my parents pushing me to be perfect, but at least I don’t have anyone depending on me like that.”

Donna gave a small, humorless laugh, her shoulders slumping slightly. “I love him. I really do. But sometimes, it feels like I’m stuck in this loop, you know? Always thinking about him, his needs, his future. And I can’t help wondering—what if this is all I’ll ever be? The responsible one.”

Barb shifted uncomfortably, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. I get that,” she murmured, her voice tinged with hesitation in a way as though the words were fragile. “Feeling like you’re not enough... or like you’re only one thing to everyone around you. With Nancy, sometimes it feels like I’m just... there. Like I’m part of her story, not my own. Like a prop in her story. She’s the one everyone notices, the one everyone likes. And I’m just... her sidekick.”

Donna turned to her, surprised by the admission. “Barb, that’s not true. You’re—”

Barb cut her off, her voice sharper now, as though she’d been holding the words back for too long. “I know what I am, Donna. I’m the reliable one, the safety net. And that’s fine. But it’s like... no one sees me for anything else. Not even Nancy.” She swallowed hard, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Maybe not even myself.”

The confession hung in the air, raw and vulnerable. Donna didn’t know what to say, and for a moment, the only sound was the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze.

Joanna, perched on the far swing, finally broke the silence. Her boots dangled inches above the ground, her knees pulled up to her chest. “I think I envy you both,” she said, her voice softer than usual.

Donna and Barb turned toward her, startled by the vulnerability in her tone. Joanna avoided their gazes, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees as she stared into the shadows. “At least you know who you are, even if it’s hard. I don’t even have that. I keep running—toward parties, toward trouble, toward whatever feels the loudest—because standing still scares the hell out of me.” She laughed bitterly. “If I stop, I might have to figure out who I am. And what if I don’t like the answer?”

The silence that followed wasn’t empty—it was heavy with understanding. The kind from shared truths that didn’t need to be filled.

Donna reached out, her hand brushing Joanna’s arm. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now, Jo. None of us do.”

Barb nodded, her voice steadier now. “And for what it’s worth, I see you. Both of you. Not as sidekicks or responsibilities or whatever else you think you are. Just... you.”

Joanna glanced at them, her eyes shimmering in the faint starlight. “Thanks,” she said softly, her usual bravado stripped away.

They sat like that for a while, the swings swaying gently as the night deepened. They didn’t have all the answers for each other—maybe they never would. But in that moment, they weren’t alone. Their fears, their doubts, their struggles—they all felt a little lighter, shared in the quiet solidarity of their friendship. The abandoned playground felt like its own little universe, a place where they could just be, untethered from expectations.

Then, headlights swept across the rusted equipment, slicing through the darkness.

“Shit,” Joanna muttered, straightening in her swing. “Is that a cop?”

Donna sat up rigidly, her eyes darting toward the source of the light. “Could be. We are trespassing, you know.”

Barb was already on her feet, nerves kicking in. “What if it’s someone trying to scare us off? Maybe we should go.”

The car rolled to a stop just outside the playground, its engine idling for a moment before shutting off. The doors creaked open, and two figures stepped out, silhouetted against the light. As they approached, the tension broke—it wasn’t a patrol car, just a couple of older kids from Hawkins High.

Joanna leaned back on her swing, her confidence returning in an instant. “Well, this just got interesting,” she murmured, a sly grin tugging at her lips.

The still night air crackled with tension as Scott Clarke’s voice sliced through it like a taunt. “Joanna Byers?” he called out, his tone laced with amusement. He and Neil Baxter, his equally notorious partner in crime, emerged from the shadows, their swagger unmistakable. Scott’s flashlight flicked on and off, casting fleeting, ghostly shapes across the rusted playground equipment. “What are you doing out here at this hour?”

Joanna’s grin was instant, her body language shifting to a confident, almost theatrical posture. She leaned casually against the swing set, appearing completely unfazed by their arrival. “Could ask you the same thing, Clarke,” she fired back, her tone as sharp as her smirk.

Scott’s smirk widened as he took another step forward, twirling the flashlight lazily in his hand like it was some kind of trophy. “We were just out cruising, saw your little gathering, and thought we’d crash the party.”

Donna crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as the faintest hint of annoyance flashing across her face. “It’s not a party. We’re just—”

“—Being boring,” Joanna interrupted with a pointed look at Donna, cutting off her protest. “What’s up, Scott?”

Scott twirled the flashlight lazily in his hand, his confidence radiating, his grin never faltering. “Well, since you’re here, how about a game of flashlight tag? Losers owe the winners milkshakes at The Silver Spoon.”

Barb wrinkled her nose, unimpressed. “Flashlight tag? Isn’t that a little... juvenile?”

Joanna’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she turned to Barb. “Exactly. That’s the point. Come on, Barb, live a little.”

Donna groaned audibly, already seeing where this was headed. “Jo, we just had a whole conversation about not running toward chaos.”

Joanna’s grin turned playful as she shot Donna a wink. “And now we’re running through chaos. Totally different.”

Neil stepped forward, his grin matching Scott’s, a glint of trouble in his eyes. “Milkshakes are fine and all, but how about we make this a little more... interesting?”

Joanna tilted her head, arms crossed, her curiosity piqued. “I’m listening.”

Scott shared a conspiratorial glance with Neil before his grin turned sly. “If we win, you have to climb the old water tower behind the school. All the way to the top. And if you win...” He let the pause linger dramatically. “I’ll give you my entire stash of mix tapes. The good ones.”

Joanna’s brow arched, her interest clearly ignited. “The ones with Bowie tracks?”

“Every single one,” Scott confirmed, extending his hand as if the deal was already sealed.

Donna’s jaw dropped, her voice rising in alarm as she stepped forward. “Jo, no! That’s insane. You’re not climbing anything, let alone that death trap of a water tower.”

Joanna turned to Donna, her grin wide and fearless. “Relax, Donna. I’ve got this.” Without missing a beat, she clasped Scott’s hand, her grip firm. “Deal. Hope you’re ready to say goodbye to those tapes, Clarke.”

Scott laughed, clearly amused by her confidence. “We’ll see about that.”

Barb groaned audibly, her hands covering her face. “Why do I let you talk me into these things, Joanna?”

“Because deep down, you love it,” Joanna quipped, the cheeky grin never leaving her face.

Donna sighed, pressing her fingers to her temples as if trying to fend off an oncoming headache. “And when this ends in disaster, just remember I told you so.”

Joanna turned toward the dark expanse of the woods, her energy unshaken. “If it ends in disaster, at least it’ll make a great story.”

Barb hesitated for a moment, then looked at Donna with a resigned expression. Donna met her gaze, her frustration giving way to reluctant acceptance. “You two are going to be the death of me,” Barb muttered, falling into step behind Joanna.

“Not today,” Joanna shot back, her grin sharp and infectious. “Today, we dominate.”

Donna threw her hands up in mock surrender, her voice dripping with exasperation. “Fine. But if I twist my ankle—or worse—running through these woods, you’re carrying me to the ER.”

Barb gave Donna a wry look, her lips quirking into a half-smile. “We’re in this together, right?”

Donna groaned dramatically but nodded, her steps falling into rhythm with the others. “Against my better judgment, yes. Let’s just get this over with.”

Within minutes, the teams were set: Joanna, Barb, and Donna on one side; Scott, Neil, and a lanky kid named Tommy—a wiry, sharp-featured kid known for his uncanny knack for finding trouble—on the other. The rules were simple—no flashlights for the hiders and twenty minutes to track them down. Stakes had already been set, and the thrill of the game crackled in the cool night air.

Scott raised his flashlight like a referee’s whistle and shouted, “Go!”

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fallenstuffstuff · 6 months ago

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⁰ fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

⁰ 8. "Are we happy?"

Part 7.

It was a huge hall, or rather a stone chamber. There were a lot of pillars, which had partially lost their shape due to water dripping from the ceiling, which also made it quite damp. Rats were running around here and there. And the only light there was from candlesticks on the walls and ceiling. Sometimes, white wax even fell and stained the floor. But no one paid that much attention to it.

In the middle was a stone table, in the shape of a cross, with two arms and an uneven middle. At the top, at its longest part, sat a person with long brown hair and blue eyes. On the opposite side sat taller person, who had curly hair. Two people sat at the shoulders. On the right, with short blond hair, and on the left, with longer black hair. They had white masks on their faces and each of them had a purple cloak with black fur upholstery and the inscription IHP in gold thread. They waited a moment until after a few minutes the moonlight fell through a hole in the ceiling high above them, illuminating the chamber. It was full.

"Pace a questa casa"

The person with long brown hair said. You could tell from her voice that she was a woman.

"E i suoi abitanti"

The other three answered her, each of whom had a male voice.

"No change in the west."

The long-haired black-haired one began, lifting his head up and looking straight ahead.

"North and south are no problem. I think we should take care of the center"

"You mean Italy?"

The woman asked him, placing her elbows on the table and intertwining her fingers.

"Will you give a reason?"

The long-haired one turned his head towards the blond, who nodded and then spoke.

"Now it's the East that's causing problems. Specifically the Japanese. They've caught wind of our involvement and have come here. But, Donna, don't worry. We have the matter under control."

"Really?"

"Yes. We've locked two of their men in the dungeons. Despite that, I think they can be useful to us, and we don't have to use these cards, Vostra Grazia."

He meant the methods of intimidation that worked on smaller mafias and criminal organizations. They consisted of sending a threat with a piece of the body of a previously kidnapped person, usually fingers or heads. There were exceptions, however.

"If we manage to direct them well, maybe we can convert them. After all, they can give us information that will be useful to us. The Port Mafia is one of those tougher opponents. And we don't want to start a war again. Right, fratelle?"

The silent duo nodded. The moon was still not covered by clouds. It was a good sign. Everything by now was going smoothly. How couldn't they be happy?

#fictober24 #bungou stray dogs #fanfic

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whatilistenedtoatwork · 1 year ago

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From December 11th to December 15th, 2023

11-12-23

ROY BAILEY “Hard Times”; RICHARD THOMPSON “Two Letter Words: Live 1994”; LUCINDA WILLIAMS “Down Where The Spirit Meets The Bone”; DUNGEON FAMILY “Even In Darkness”; SQUAREPUSHER “Alive In Japan”; JULIAN COPE “20 Mothers”; AUTECHRE “Incunabula”; A GUY CALLED GERALD “Black Secret Technology”

12-12-23

GALAXIE 500 “On Fire”; BATTLEFIELD BAND “There's A Buzz”; SQUAREPUSHER “Budakhan Mindphone”; THE SAINTS “Prehistoric Sounds”; STEREOLAB “Transient Random-Noise Bursts With Announcements”; ANDY McGANN & PAUL BRADY “It's A Hard Road To Travel”; JERRY BOCK “Fiddler On The Roof: Original Broadway Cast Recording”; MADONNA “Confessions On A Dancefloor”; LINDISFARNE “Roll On, Ruby”; THE NITTY GRITTY DIRT BAND “Uncle Charlie And His Dog Teddy”; WORLD PARTY “Bang!”; THE ROBERT CRAY BAND “Sweet Potato Pie”

13-12-23

THE PRODIGY “Invaders Must Die”; NICK LOWE “Jesus Of Cool”; GILBERT O'SULLIVAN “I'm A Writer, Not A Fighter”; JEAN-JACQUES PERREY “The Amazing New Electronic Pop Sound Of Jean-Jacques Perrey”; THE PRODIGY “Always Outnumbered, Never Outgunned”; GOBLIN “Suspiria Original Soundtrack”; KYLIE MINOGUE “Aphrodite”; PETER GABRIEL “So”; SQUAREPUSHER “Selection Sixteen”; IRON BUTTERFLY “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida”; YAZOO “You And Me Both”; KATE AND ANA McGARRIGLE “La Vache Qui Pleure”

14-12-23

LEON ROSSELSON & ROY BAILEY “If I Knew Who My Enemy Was”; AMON TOBIN “Bricolage”; WENDY CARLOS “By Request”; JOHN CARPENTER “Halloween Original Soundtrack”; ROBERT CRAY “Take Your Shoes Off”; PINK FLOYD “Wish You Were Here”; EZRA COLLECTIVE “Where I'm Meant To Be”; ELLA FITZGERALD & LOUIS ARMSTRONG “Ella & Louis Again”; RICHARD THOMPSON “Mirror Blue”; CHAOS A.D. “Buzz Caner”; KYLIE MINOGUE “Impossible Princess”; MEGAN HENWOOD “River”; BRITNEY SPEARS “Britney”; PAUL BRADY “Back To The Centre”; QUICKSILVER MESSENGER SERVICE “Happy Trails”

15-12-23

THE WHO “Quadrophenia”; DONNA SUMMER “I Remember Yesterday”; THE VERVE “Urban Hymns”; STEPHEN MALKMUS & THE JICKS “Sparkle Hard”; WEEZER “Weezer (1994)”; VARIOUS ARTISTS “John Peel: Right Time, Wrong Speed”

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overheard-at-lupinia · 4 years ago

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Captain: Sometimes it’s hard leading these rebels, but I still love all of them a lo-

Lyra: um Poof tried to make ramen in the coffee machine.

Poof: CALL 911 I'M DYING!

Ken: I TOLD YOU IT WAS A BAD IDEA!

Donna: IT WAS A PLEASURE MEETING YOU ALL!

Poppy: YOU SHOULD HAVE PUT THE RAMEN IN FIRST THEN- HOLY FUCK IT’S GONNA EXPLODE

Gideon: POPPY PLEASE DON'T THROW KNIVES AT IT!

Captain:

#incorrect dungeon dogs #incorrect dungeon dogs quotes #incorrect quotes #dungeon dogs #ken #lyra #gideon #poppy #poof #donna #rebel captain

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juldayover4 · 5 years ago

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I recently started playing Dungeon Dogs and immediately fell in love with it. So I decided to draw one of my favourite characters from it called Donna. I fucking love her even thou she's not that important in the main story.

I also really like the two sisters Poppy and Poof, their such little fucking gremlins. I might draw them sometime soon :)

#dungeon dogs #Dungeon dogs fanart #Donna #Doggos #Alec's art #My favourite character jbrbjprdj

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thenightling · 3 years ago

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For those who were confused by The Sandman: A Game of you

I recently found out some people got confused by the storyline of A Game of you so I’ll write it out, simplified here.

Barbie is the character who had been ironically married to a guy named Ken in The Doll's House. She’s divorced from him now. Now she's living in a boarding house with a lesbian couple (Hazel and Foxglove AKA Donna), Larissa AKA Thessaly (secretly an immortal witch), and Wanda (a trans woman).

Barbie used to have a fantasy world she'd escape to called "The Land." It's a bit like Wonderland, or Oz or The Labyrinth from Jim Henson's The Labyrinth if you're familiar with any of those. A "villain" named The Cuckoo has taken over this fantasy land. One of Barbie’s friends from The Land, Martin Tenbones (A large, furry creature), comes to The Waking World to try to find Barbie. He hasn’t seen her in a long time and he wants to deliver her the Porpentine (actually the rose quartz dreamstone). This jewel allows the wearer to control The Land, much like how Morpheus controls the majority of The Dreaming.

*This part is only revealed in The Sandman: Overture. A long, long time ago Some Old Gods tried to take over The Dreaming and chained Morpheus in his own dungeon. Morpheus called out to each of his siblings one at a time for help. One by one they refused as they were much prouder and meaner back then. Delight was in the middle of “changing” into Delirium so she couldn’t help. Finally Morpheus was forced to call on Desire who sent him a lover, Alianora. Alianora had helped free Morpheus and kill The Old Ones. From their bones Morpheus made his helm. Over time Morpheus and Alianora fell out of love and Alianora had no where else to go so Morpheus gave her a skerry (a small island) out in the distant part of The Dreaming. He also gave her the rose quartz dreamstone so she could govern it.*

Now it’s many centuries later and lots of women have used this Skerry as their fantasy land. Martin Tenbones unfortunately gets killed just as he finds Barbie.

George (who also lived in the same building as Barbie, Hazel and Donna AKA Foxglove, Larissa AKA Thessaly, and Wanda) turns out to be a minion of the cuckoo and is not quite human anymore (if he ever truly was). He sends terrible nightmares to all of the women to prey on their insecurities. For Hazel it’s because she’s pregnant from a one night stand and she doesn’t know how to tell Foxglove (Donna). For Wanda the dream is about being forced to surgically transition because she’s not being accepted as a woman (the audio drama changes it to just fear of surgery, period).

Barbie is in some sort of coma.

Thessaly (being secretly a two-thousand-year-old witch) figures out that George isn’t what he seems and that he is causing their nightmares. So she kills him, cuts off his face and nails it to the wall... as you do... She then calls his soul back to the face to force him to tell them who he’s working for and why.

The group decide to rescue Barbie and use forbidden magick to open a way to physically enter The Dreaming- something you’re not supposed to be able to do. In the original comic Thessaly claimed the Goddess of the moon would not accept Wanda because she’s not a “Real” woman. Some readers mistook this as fact, that it was Neil saying Wanda isn’t a real woman. In reality this was just Thessaly being what we’d today call a TERF. Remember, she’s really a very old woman and a bit of a bitch.

The thing about the moon not accepting Wanda is NOT in The Sandman audio drama at all. In that version Wanda stays behind to watch Barbie because someone needs to guard her. Foxglove finds out about Hazel's pregnancy and the two decide to raise the baby together.

After Hazel, Foxglove, and Thessaly enter The Dreaming, a terrible storm hits the boarding house where they lived. Wanda sees a homeless woman who is mentally unwell (she has a serious fear of dogs) and who had previously been rude to Wanda. But Wanda rescues her from the storm anyway and dies trying to save her.

Meanwhile in The Land The Cuckoo wants to make Barbie destroy the porpentine (dreamstone) because The Cuckoo accidentally got trapped in Baribe’s fantasy world as her villain. She (the Cuckoo) cannot leave it until the stone is destroyed. The Cuckoo spends most of the story in the form of Barbie as a little girl. It should be noted that the characters in The Land refer to their God as "Murphy." This, of course, is actually Morpheus, but over several thousand years his name got distorted in The Land / The Skerry (island).

One of Barbie’s anthropomorphic muppet-like animal friends (a bird creature) betrays her other animal friends and even pretends to be the Cuckoo to slow down Barbie’s friends. The bird was in The Cuckoo’s thrall. Thessaly kills the bird.

Barbie does, indeed, destroy the dreamstone while under the influence of The Cuckoo. This gets Morpheus’s attention. Morpheus arrives and draws all the characters and settings of The Land back into himself and (though Thessaly REALLY wanted to kill the Cuckoo for what she did) Morpheus tells Thessaly to let her go. The Cuckoo takes off and flies away.

While uncreating The Land Morpheus meets up with Alianora and they have a friendly conversation. She may or may not be a ghost, it’s hard to tell. But he clearly still has some feelings for her and calls her ”Old Love.”

Morpheus scolds Barbie’s human friends for entering The Dreaming unnaturally (physically) and implies he’ll leave them there forever but at the same time he tells Barbie that he owes her a boon. He is pretty much heavily hinting that she should use the boon to save her friends, which, of course she does.

One by one everyone wakes up / returns to The Waking World however behind the scenes Morpheus and Thessaly become lovers.

Barbie attends Wanda’s funeral where Wanda’s bigot family misgender her and deadname her the whole time, including on her tombstone and sadly this still happens with a lot of trans kids. Barbie places a Weirdso comic on Wanda’s grave. Weirdso (a stand-in for Bizzaro) was Wanda’s favorite character. She also writes Wanda’s true name on the headstone in her favorite lipstick.

While dreaming Barbie is visited by Death and Wanda. Wanda is in a pretty dress and finally has the feminine features she always wanted, proving she was always and truly is a woman all along and that the bigots have always been wrong.

And that’s pretty much it.

#The Sandman #Sandman #The Sandman: A Game of you #The Sandman A Game of you

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Supernatural S15E18 “Despair” and S15E19 “Inherit the Earth”

MAJOR SPOILERS

This is going to be my longest posting, so I am going to add a keep reading link.

I am skipping episode 17 because way too much happened since then. Spoilers ahead. Plus a shit ton of side notes.

Come share my pain...

“Despair”

I’m not going to dwell to much on the whole episode. I just want to focus on the main parts.

I’m glad that we got to see Charlie, Donna, and Bobby. Then they get dusted. Fuck you Chuck.

Billie wants to take over as Death and put everyone back where they belong. Anyone that was resurected would die human and angel a like.

Billie sends Jack to the Empty to let off his bomb and kill it.

THE BIG MOMENT...

Billie is chasing down Cas and Dean. She wants to see Dean die before she does. Dean and Cas get locked in the dungeon so he can block her power. Dean then tells Cas that he got them into this all because he wanted to kill Chuck. Then Cas went and made it canon.

Cas finally tells Dean about his deal with the Empty. Once Castiel finds happiness, the Empty would kill him. The one thing that he wants, its something he can never have.

Cas proceeds to tell Dean how pulling him out from Hell changed him. How the way Dean sees himself as a killer, is not the way the world sees him.

Castiel tells Dean that he is the most selfless, caring, and loving human being he has ever know. Everything that Dean did, good or bad, he did it for love. Dean made Cas care about people and the world. That

Dean asks him, “Why does this sound like a goodbye?” Cas replies, “Because it is.”

Cas then tells Dean, “I love you.”

DESTIEL IS CANON!!! (All of us who knew)

The Empty is summond kills Billie and then Castiel.He is taken with a smile on his face. He’s happiness was telling Dean he loved him. Then its just Dean on the floor.Crying. Me too Dean. Me too.

Sam, Jack and Dean are the only ones left on Earth.

Supernatural

S15E19

“Inherit the Earth”

My heart can’t take this.

By the way.... DESTIEL IS CANON!!!!

Damn I guess I’m gone too.

Oh shit! Where is Cas?! NO NO NO!!

This hurts on so many levels.

Lol! “Sudden Death”

Jack praying to Cas is just too much right now.

What the hell is wrong with Jack?

Damn I hate to say it, but Sam is right. He wanted to find another way and the world finally paid the price.

Hearing Sam wanting to give up is hard.

Fuck Chuck!

You damn right bring back Cas.

“The world is this way because you wouldn’t take a knee.” Fucking hell Chuck.

Poor joke.

Dean is drunk and unconcious Dean on the floor. He misses Cas so much that he starts drinking heavenly again.

Jack looks adorable in his pj’s.

*Side Note*

I am starting to think that all the things that Jack did to kill Chuck, that made him God-like? I mean he basically became a super nova with the amount of power he had and then survived. Plus the plants are dying around him too.

Jack can sense life?

Dean found a dog and named it. Talk about a character arc.

*Side Note 2*

I feel like Dean finding the dog relates to Cas dying. Hear me out. Dean doesn’t like dogs. And we were made to believe that Dean was straight and loved Cas as a brother. Then Cas confessed his love for Dean. Dean may now be open to things he “THOUGHT he didn’t like. Because you don’t miss it until it’s gone. Like Cas.

OH SHIT!!! THAT WAS SO FUCKED UP!! Chuck took the damn dog then smiled at Dean. Man FUCK YOU CHUCK!!!!

Chuck really just fucking with them now.

I feel like I’m watching the movie “The Prophecy”, when they were at the gate.

Okay...So Michael is the one who had the humans believe that God was an all loving, all caring God. After Chuck left, so heGod would feel the love. Talk about a plot twist.Michael and the Winchesters working together.

Dean looks so scared.

WHAT CAS!!???!!!

Dean ran so fast up the stairs to get the door!!??

GOD DAMN IT LUCIFER!!!!!

....I need a break....

The Empty sent Lucifer to get God’s death book.

He brought a reaper then killed her. Making her the new Death and can read the book.

It’s way too many plot twits!! Chuck let Lucifer out?!

Kill his ass Michael!!

Watching Lucifer dying again is so satisfying.

What’s wrong with Jack?!

Dean caring for Michael is another storyline arc.

Sam is going to use the Book of the Damned to read the book.

This shit is intense.

WHOA!!

OH SHIT MICHAEL TOLD CHUCK!!

OMG!!! MICHAEL!! HE DIDN’T HAVE TO DO THAT!!!

I feel you Sam. If I’m going to die, at least let me get a hit in.

CHUCK IS GOING TO FIGHT THEM!!

OH SHIT...

This is painful to watch. My babies!!

Sam helping Dean up is too much.

Hell naw they won’t stay down. FUCK YOU!!!

I’M DEAD...

WHY ARE THEY SMILING???!!!?!?!?!?!?!

JACK!!!!

Chuck laying in the dirt, scared is everything.

“Dean Winchester, the ultimate killer.” “That’s not who I am.” WHO WROTE THIS!?!?!?!?!?

THAT’S RIGHT CHUCK!! FUCK YOU!!

WOW!

Jack brought the people back!!!

I’m so proud of Jack.

Jack is the new God and Amara is inside of him. They are both in harmony with each other.

Sam, Dean... Jack isn’t coming back to the Bunker.

I’m confused.

Damn it Jack.

He will be such a good God.

NOT...THE...HAND!!! FUCK!!!

Dean in maroon.

So are you going to talk about Cas now???

Wow. they are really free.

They carved they’re names in the table.

...Okay... This is too hard to watch. I’m a huge fucking mess. This was so bittersweet, but I’m scared for next week.

WHERE THE FUCK IS CASTIEL?!?!?!?!?! I NEED TO RELIVE THIS MOMENT!!!

Promo

S15E20

“Carry On”

...Son of a Bitch...

*Side Notes*

Michael’s death was beautiful, yet tragic. All he ever wanted was Chuck’s love. When Chuck was killing him, I noticed that Michael’s heart was exploding. Basically his heart broke.

I love how they made Jack into the new God. The concept of it was amazing to me. Because Kelly and Cas told them that Jack would bring paradise to the world. Jack telling Sam and Dean that he is always with them.In the rain, the wind, the sands on the beach. You could tell that Jared was really crying. Me too Jared.

Its beautiful that Sam always believed in Jack. He knews he wasn’t evil . Sam Winchester raised GOD and a good man. God is a 3yr old.

If Castiel doesn’t come back the next episode I am seriously going to throw hands.Cause honestly, just because Jack brought back everyone, (Did he bring the monsters back?) why is Dean happy? It feels like they are just forgetting about Cas.

Becky was right!!! 15x04 When she reads Chuck’s ending, she was us right now. That shit really hurt.

I have never been more proud of Sam and Dean than I was this episode. Even though they had planned the attack on Chuck. Jack is absorbing the energy that Chuck is releasing fighting the boys. Chuck is beating them breaking bones, making them bloody. They continue to fight him. Fighting him through broken bones, blood, sweat, and tears... THE WINCHESTERS NEVER STOP FIGHTING!!!

Instead of killing Chuck, they leave him. To become human. To die, old and alone. No one remember him or care about him. Leaving him in the dirt in “despair” that we have.

They did Dean dirty in this episode. The dog was so hurtful and wrong as hell. Then Lucifer pretending to be Cas that was the most hurtful scene to me. The hope and happiness Dean had when he thought Cas was there. The way he ran up the stairs, 2 at a time. The looks of horror and disappointment on his face was heartbreaking.

I know this was a lot to read if you made this far. Lol! This was the best epsiode in the series to me. It has surpassed; “Swan Song” and “Black”. I know as soon as I hear “Carry on my wayward son...” I will have a panic attack.

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The Chronicles of the Dark One: The Dark Curse

Chapter 10: Unplanned Results

He may not have understood how his power of foresight worked after all these years, but his magic, on the other hand, he was perfectly in tuned to. In using golden thread for the magic he'd given Jiminy he'd managed to place a tracker of sorts on it. It was a simple spell, just a little one to let him know first that it was used and second, where to pick up the remains.

He wasn't foolish; he hated Myrna and Martin, they were irritating beyond belief, but every time he went through the bags of goodies that they brought to him, he had to admit that they did have their usefulness. Trinkets were important. No, they might not be something so special as to get him from this world to a Land Without Magic, but if having the gift of foresight had taught him anything, it was that even the smallest of things could serve as stepping stones. One deal could lead to another, one piece of the puzzle would solve another. Jiminy had no idea who he was really dealing with, nor did he know about his son, but his association with him was key to finding the dark-haired man who knew him. One step, then another, that was how he was going to get back to Bae. Step after step after step…and now, the active magic sent a tingling ripple through his scaly flesh that told him he'd be keeping those smaller steps intact and in a much more sensible, much less mouthy, way.

Jiminy had used the potion. The spell had taken effect. But where it was…

He didn't need to, but he moved to the window anyway and let the chilly breeze take him over. Winter would be coming on soon, making the castle unbearably silent, dull, and cold. He'd need to move on, find something to occupy his time. Perhaps if he found Myrna and Martin, it wouldn't be such a bad winter after all. Perhaps…

They were moving. He felt his brow furrow in confusion. If he'd done his job right, there was no reason what he'd created was moving. And quickly too, as if…as if on horseback? Or maybe in the cart? He was stumped. Jiminy was a good boy who knew to fear him, he'd told him to leave what he'd done behind when he left, but the only logical explanation for the motion was that he'd taken his parents with him! Unless, of course, he'd failed!

No. No, that wasn't possible! The Dark Ones of old laughed with him at that thought, and it was well deserved. He knew this magic. He had been the Dark One longer already than half of them and had all of their combined knowledge. He hadn't made a mistake. So then how were they moving? How had he misjudged Jiminy so poorly?

Desperate for answers, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and concentrated.

Nothing happened.

After a growl of irritation, he took another deep breath, closed his eyes again, and concentrated…harder.

He saw flashes, glimpses.

A cricket in a suit.

An old man with bags under his eyes.

He saw a little boy with a hat beside the old man.

A polished stone with the name Archibald Hopper written on it.

Jiminy, in the woods with strange clothes and a scarf around his neck.

A white dog with black spots?

The dark-haired man who knew Baelfire, smiling this time…

He felt queasy when he opened his eyes as he always did when he forced the gift too much. Nothing, it had given him nothing! This power was nearly useless! It was just piece after piece after piece of a never-ending puzzle. He picked a glass vial off his desk and threw it at the wall. The resulting crash was so satisfying he turned back to the table and quickly pushed the rest of it off the table until he was surrounded by nothing but shattered pieces of glass. He'd been stupid and ignorant to take this burden himself. What he should have done was taken that Seer and locked her away in a dungeon so he could have used her to decipher it all. What good did images without explanation do him? And what good would it do him to go after something in motion?!

He'd learned that lesson once before when he'd gone after another prized item in motion and horses had nearly trampled him. No, he couldn't succumb to weakness now. He might not have been able to see or understand, but he would if he only had patience! He had the magic in his very skin; he just had to wait for the moving to stop. And then…

It was well after midnight when everything came to a screeching halt. And not just a momentary stop. He waited for a solid ten minutes without feeling any kind of movement before he let himself be drawn to the magic. It was only half what he expected. He'd figured that if Jiminy truly had been the one to take his prize then he'd end up in the back of their pathetic wagon. What he didn't expect was to encounter Myrna and Martin having dinner…in the flesh.

"Oh! Rumpelstiltskin!"

"Dark One"

"Sir!"

"We didn't expect to see you so soon!"

"Welcome to our home!"

Ramblings. Nothing but pitiful, stupid, irritating ramblings that should have been nothing came from their mouths, and yet he could feel his magic in this wagon somewhere. Something hadn't gone as he'd planned!

There. A small compartment with a lock on it, just behind Martin.

"You…move!" he growled, charging across the small wagon. They barely had time to scramble away before he grabbed hold of the lock, called on his magic, and pulled. It snapped off easily. When he opened it, he knew he had the right compartment but was utterly confused by what he saw. Myrna and Martin suckered people in by putting on puppet shows, and those puppets had been the inspiration for the spell he'd given Jiminy. Magic oozed out of the puppets on top, calling to him, telling him they were the ones he needed and yet…

"Now where did these come from?" he questioned, grabbing them out of the trunk. He turned to face the couple who had been thorns in his side ever since he'd first laid eyes on them! Their faces screamed "guilty" before they did.

"Nothing!" he said.

"Nowhere!" she agreed.

"Just new puppets for the show!"

"Donna and Stephen!"

"We're thinking of putting a new twist on our current tale."

"Sort of a child fails parents kind of thing."

"Enough!" he cried, raising one hand that wrapped magic around both their necks like the noose they should have been in long ago.

Myrna and Martin and their son had been wonderful accomplices for the last few years, but they'd also been reckless and moronic. Keeping them out of prison and safe from the authorities sometimes felt like a full-time job while he'd had so much more to do. They'd been beneficial, and he'd let them get away with far more than he should have, but staring at two dolls that very clearly did not bear their faces brought to light just how much he was looking forward to not dealing with them ever again. And suddenly, he didn't care if they lived or if they died. They weren't his concern anyway, the boy was. How all this had happened was beyond him, but all that mattered now was that he find Jiminy and the dark-haired man.

"Do you think me a fool?" he questioned as they sputtered. "Do you think I wouldn't recognize my own magic when I see it? Magic that I gave to your son when he wanted free of the two of you?"

Their eyes widened in fear with every step closer he took to them. For the first time since he'd known them, their vicious little smiles were wiped clean off their faces. The woman actually shook now as she groped at her neck for something she'd never find. Their eyes were bloodshot. They were dying, and he couldn't help but think of the better place the world, and Jiminy, would be without them.

"Where is the boy?"

"I…I don't know," Martin stuttered out.

"Where is your boy?!" he screamed.

"Outside! Outside!" Myrna cried as she squeezed her eyes shut tight. That might have even been a tear that escaped the corner of one. He didn't care, the only thing on his mind as he walked away and heard the bodies of Myrna and Martin fall to the floor after a crack of their necks was that he was going to get to the bottom of this failed endeavor. Who better to ask than the boy who had started it all and-

There was no one outside. Nothing but quiet. Quiet and something else.

He smelled magic. Light magic. A very distinct, very familiar brand of Light Magic.

Dolls in hand, he immediately cast his eyes up to the sky. There, clear as day, he saw a blue star.

"No!" he roared. "Jiminy! Jiminy Stromboli!" he called out, hoping that the boy would appear or race back as he was certain he would. But there was no noise, no huff and puff of breath, no heartbeat…

He closed his eyes and listened. He listened to the world around him. He used a spell to enhance what he heard until he heard nothing but his own heartbeat, the beat of the horses resting nearby, a fox, a few dozen squirrels, and the crickets. The only human heartbeat was his own. If he could call it human, of course, and right now, he wasn't entirely sure he could. As he looked up at that Blue Glowworm in the sky, the anger he felt had him feeling far more like a raging black volcanic monster than a human. In fact…

In anger he tossed is magic over his shoulder, aiming for the wagon behind and then, with a powerful bang, he felt the force of an explosion and the heat of a fire. His magic shielded him from the debris that now littered the space around him. He didn't feel any better.

Three times…he could count three times that blue bitch had interfered with his plans to find his son! Of course, she'd said he would never get to him. It wasn't fate that had driven her answer; it was her own sick desire to see him fail, to make his son go through life without him. She wanted him never to find Bae, and it was clear that she was going to stop at nothing to make sure that happened.

But not even that little witch had gifts like he had. She couldn't see the future the way he did. She didn't have the prediction of the Seer. She would lose, and he would win. That was all that mattered. He was going to get his son back, and he hoped, prayed even, that she would be around to see the reunion just so he could rub her nose in it like the mutt she was! But in the meantime…

He'd be patient, he'd find Jiminy, he'd find the dark-haired man, he'd find Bae! And he may not have Myrna and Martin the way he'd intended. But the figures he held in his hand reeked of his own magic and confirmed that his spell had been successful. Who they had been didn't matter, what they were now was all he needed.

"You'll both do just fine. I have plans for you…"

#rumbelle #rumpelstiltskin #rumple #jiminy cricket #fanfic

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Cold: Okay, Dad I need a favor from you.

Gideon: Sure kid, anything, just name it.

Cole: Okay well, you see, [sighs] I have a field trip tomorrow-

Gideon: Okay, go on.

Cole: -to here. So like please don’t embarrass me, Dad.

Gideon: Of course not, kiddo, why would you ever think that? [starts thinking of every way possible to embarrass him]

Cole: Whew, Okay thanks! I really thought that was going to be harder.

[Next Day]

*On field trip*

Cole: [Gets pranked by Poppy, has Lyra and Donna baby him, has Lan call him embarrassing names like “Earthdweeb”, and “Gideonson”, gets cookies from Anubis made by Dina, has Will comment about how cringy his outfit is, has Speedy mothering him by fixing his hair, has Poof giving him sympathy looks]

Generic bully: How do you know them, Penis Fang?

Gideon: [Smashes through wall] WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!!

Cole: Shit!

Ken: [Somewhere in the camp] Language!

#incorrect dungeon dogs #incorrect dungeon dogs quotes #incorrect quotes #dungeon dogs #gideon #ken #lyra #poppy #poof #speedy #donna #dina #lancelot #anubis #cole

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CJ and Danny for the meme! (Although, soooo tempted to say CJ and Josh)

ULTIMATESHIP MEME!

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out aboutthe ship!

General:

How long will they last? – Forever and ever AMEN

How quickly did/will they fall in love? – He was head over heels on day two and she realized he was the one for her slower than she should have. But then her heart was in it but she was conflicted about work. And then she didn’t realize she could have work and a personal life until he reminded her that it was possible and she noticed he was always there. TL;DR longer than it should have.

How was their first kiss? – SO damn good. Like… thank god we got to see it because it was even better than I could have imagined. She walked into the door for god’s sake! *sigh*

Wedding:

Who proposed? – I would love to say it was Danny making a huge gesture but I really think it was just a matter of, hey, we’re moving to California so why not make it legal? Nothing spectacular, more like it’s a given? Not romantic, I know…

Who is the best man/men? – Danny’s best friend from college (OC), Josh, his 7 year old nephew because Danny loves family and the kid got a huge kick out of it (OC)

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? – Hogan, Donna, Carol

Who did the most planning? – Danny (but CJ helped. A bit)

Who stressed the most? - CJ

How fancy was the ceremony? – Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.*People pushed for it to be big and they only got married in a church because they were raised Catholic (so it’s a technicality, really) but then they had a reception outside in either wine country or by the beach.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? – HOYNES!! (that’s the only guy who comes to mind?) Because DUH!

Sex:

Who is on top? – They switch. It all depends on the time and place and mood, etc.

Who is the one to instigate things? – You probably think I’m going to say Danny but I think CJ does because she realized what an incredible lover he really is and feels the need to make up for lost time. (Actually, I think it’s an even split)

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks,nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now*It’s extremely healthy (the last option doesn’t make it sound healthy. It makes them sound like nymphomaniacs and that’s not healthy. So HA) And it’s an incredible experience

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head *And I’ve got fic to prove it!!! And that’s not to say they don’t enjoy vanilla sex, because they do!

How long do they normally last? – It all depends. They can do quickies or 3 hour making love sessions. I guess, on average, from end to end, I want to say at least 45 minutes?

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? – Of course. But then again, sometimes they do for one another and don’t expect anything in return (*cough cough* healthy relationship)

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. *All of the above. It all depends.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.*Again, all of the above (not a cop-out, they’re versatile)

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - *sigh* 2 (I really didn’t think they’d have kids but I do LOVE the prospect of them having at least one curly redheaded wee one)

How many children will they adopt? – They considered it but then the second one came along so they chose not to

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? – Stuck? I feel like they’d equally share the duty (LOL! See what I did there?!??) But then I feel like Danny would try to do it more often?

Who is the stricter parent? – CJ (it’s for their own good and she feels sort of bad later but only lets Danny see that side of her)

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? – Danny. Been there, done that, not a fan of the ER.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? – Mostly Danny but CJ does every once in a while (OOH! And while she’s at it, she makes him one, too. And even writes a love note on a napkin)

Who is the more loved parent? – Ew. I don’t like this question. Not applicable! They’re both awesome

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? – They both make a point to show up because education is important

Who cried the most at graduation? – CJ (well, they both do, but mostly her)

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? – I feel like they’d take a stance on this and let the kid sit in jail overnight. But, maybe Danny? Like he’ll be the one to say “okay, but first thing in the morning”

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? – Danny. CJ is learning, though

Who is the most picky in their food choice? – Um, neither? They’re both well-traveled and are open to trying new foods

Who does the grocery shopping? – They make a point to do it as a family

How often do they bake desserts? – Special occasions (holidays, parties, birthdays, first day of school)

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? – Both.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? – Both (again). They’re busy but they try to do small, spontaneous things for one another whenever they can

Who is more likely to suggest going out? – Danny. CJ goes out a lot to schmooze folks for work. Then again they both ate out a lot while in DC so I think they like eating in more often than not

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? – CJ. But she’s learning, remember?

Chores:

Who cleans the room? – They do different rooms. CJ gets the bedroom, Danny gets the kitchen.

Who is really against chores? – Neither. Kids need structure!! It’s something they agree on

Who cleans up after the pets? – CJ, but Danny steps in when need be. Until the kids are old enough, then it becomes a chore the kids share

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? – CJ. He knows it’s there so Danny goes behind her and vacuums under it once a month. And she knows he knows so it’s all good

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - CJ

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Danny

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? – CJ. She’s discovered the beauty of quiet, lavender-laden, relaxed baths. And when they shower together, it’s amazing (although I’m not sure who initiates it more often)

Who takes the dog out for a walk? – Danny. With the kids. It’s kind of a bonding thing they do (it started with CJ discovering the beauty of bath time. Now it’s an at least once a week thing)

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? – Always. Danny started the tradition but CJ’s gotten into it, especially because of the children, and now they do it all the time

What are their goals for the relationship? – Never go to bed angry. Agree to disagree. Happily ever after

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? – Hmm. I want to say CJ but I feel like it could either way

Who plays the most pranks? – Danny. It starts as a reminder to loosen up but then it just kind of becomes a cute thing she looks forward to (obviously, they’re not mean pranks)

*Thank you for this! And, BTW, I’m TOTALLY doing CJ/Josh next!!!*

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dragonpressgraphics · 8 years ago

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SPN Tag Thingy

I was tagged by @rosemoonweaver and @deadlykittenkay

1. what season did you start watching supernatural? Nine I think

2. who was the first character you fell in love with? Cas

3. who was a character that you hated at first but grew to love? Rowena

4. which character would you most want to be in a long-term relationship with?

umm...maybe Charlie?

I mean, she's probably the healthiest, most fun of the characters, and we have a lot in common geekery wise.

This is probably a weird answer cause i'm not actually into girls that way, but i just love Charlie. So...not sure how that works? lol. then again, i’m ace so...???

5. if you could go on just one date with one character, which one would you choose? well, i'm not sure how this would change from the answer to number four?

6. what would you do on the date? mini golf and board games most likely :D

7. which character would you most want to be like? *blink* um...WANT to be like? erm...with so many self destructive tendencies and self -esteem issues? Probably not. Maybe Jody?

8. which character would you most like to see brought back from the dead? SO MANY! Bobby, Charlie, Ellen, Benny - just to name a few

9. which character would you most like to punch? John. i get a lot of what he did and why. i still wanna punch him.

10. who is your absolute favorite character? didn't i answer this already? Cas :D

11. which “big bad” do you think was the worst?

My answer would depend on what you mean by the worst. Worst as in, he/she was lame? or worst as in, so goddamn evil?

Becuase if it's the second I'd have to say Alistair and i know he wasn't a 'big bad', more of a supporting character. But it's so bad that when i recognize the actor in something else, no matter how benign the role, I get completely creeped out.

12. which character are you most like? um...i dunno? Maybe a mix of different things from all Team Free Will.

13. what death hit you the hardest? god...i mean...the first one that hit me as hard as it did was Bobby, followed by Charlie. And then i tell you, my heart was in my throat the episodes just after Charlies when I thought for sure Cas was gonna bite it.

And then, whaddya know, a couple seasons later and he did anyway. *Sigh* But i'm positive he's coming back, so i don't think it's hitting me as hard as it should be.

14. what season finale hit you the hardest? Right now, Season 12

15. what are your ten all-time favorite episodes?

Free to be you and me

Hunter Heroicii

Fanfiction

Ask Jeeves

Changing Channels

Mystery Spot

Regarding Dean

As Time Goes By

Everybody Hates Hitler

The Girl with the Dungeon and Dragons Tattoo

Hibbig 911

Ghostfacers

In the Beginning

The Monster at the End of This Book

Weekend at Bobbys

Dog Dean Afternoon

Baby

The Vessel

Don't Call Me Shurley

Stuck in the Middle with You

whoops...i gave you twenty....be lucky and glad there wasn’t more cause there were others i wanted to put on the list, lol

16. what’s been your favorite season? I don't have one. I mean, I bingewatched 9 seasons in a few months. they all kind of blur together. Its easier for me to pinpoint episodes. Oh, look at that! I already did :D

17. who is your favorite angel? Again, answered. Castiel

18. who’s your favorite demon? Meg 2.o

19. who’s your favorite evil character? Again, this answer depends. I love Crowley because of the fun they have, the banter and the oneliners. but i dont really consider him as evil these days. more like, evil-adjacent.

as for fave evil character that is just so evil he freaks me out...yeah, *points up to a previous answer* Alistair will always be on the top of my list for that

20. do you have any supernatural ships? Yup. I heavily ship Destiel, i enjoy Denny and DCJ as well. I'm also kinda partial to Saileen. Sabriel is fun, though I don't particularly feel it. other than that, I can usually take it as it comes

21. who’s your favorite supporting actor?

is this counting Misha and Mark? Cause then i'd say Misha with Mark close behind. But otherwise, I'd have to say Jody and Donna :D I wish i could see them in more episodes together.

22. what’s your favorite quote from the show? Y'know, i have no idea. there are so many great ones! "My 'people' skills are 'rusty'." "I don't understand that reference." are both great ones because often times i just relate to them so much.

23. if you could cast one famous actor in an episode of spn, who would you chose? John Barrowman

24. if you could write your own episode, what kind of creature would you like to see included? So many mythological creatures to choose from! Selkies would be cool

25. who’s your favorite girl that dean’s hooked up with? Cassie (though I like Lisa too)

26. who’s your favorite girl that sam’s hooked up with? I think it would boil down to Jess (and her potential that we never got to see) or Madison (but if he'd ever actually hooked up with Eileen, you know my answer would change in a heartbeat)

27. what are some of your favorite convention moments? Watching Misha interact with my kid. other than that, i have to rely on youtube and i'd have to say the Resume Off

28. if you were going to guest star (or be a recurring guest star) on spn, how would you want your character described? Described, hell, i'd probably be dead in the opening sequence before i had a chance to be described!

29. what do you hope to see in the next season?

Jack is not the big bad

Cas is alive

Destiel is real and out (Whimper)

Some old characters returning because of the AU. i mean, the potential there is amazing.

Two Cas's on the same screen? Because of Said AU

30.-40. if you had to choose…

bobby or john? Bobby

bela or ruby? umm....i dunno?

jess or madison? Jess

jo or lisa? Jo

charlie or kevin? Charlie! (sorry Kevin)

balthazar or ash? I don't know?

cas or crowley? Cas

ben or claire? Claire

jody or donna? Thats like having peanut butter without jelly

sam or dean? Same deal.

Tagging: @jdragon122 @unforth-ninawaters @formidablepassion @buffenator @feartheophanim

#season 12 spoilers #supernatural #tag game #supernatural tag game

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escriimatiic-archive-blog · 8 years ago

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Donna and Dick for the ultimate ship

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME!

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship || accepting

@troia-donna-troy

General:

How long will they last? - we keep plotting them getting married, so his whole life obvs

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - it took a few months of the titans in his scaly panties

How was their first kiss? - considering how old they were when it actually happened, probably way better than most other first kisses. It was probably pretty sudden

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Dick

Who is the best man/men? - Wally with a Robin gaggle

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - idk Diana and Cassie? I don’t really know who’s her close friends

Who did the most planning? - Donna tried to do things alone way more than dick wanted

Who stressed the most? - also donna

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - criminals and assholes? They said if Roy through a fit they weren’t inviting him

Sex:

Who is on top? - Usually Dick but she has her dominant moments

Who is the one to instigate things? - Dick usually but when she does he melts and it instantly works

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Given the amount of times they’ve done it since they started dating, probably a decent amount of time

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - that’s huge for them, especially Dick, they always make sure it’s just as good for the other person

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 2, the girl we haven’t named and Wally

How many children will they adopt? - none

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - donna is probably home more so her

Who is the stricter parent? - donna usually has to be

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - dick, he doesn’t care if they can fly and shit, he’s gonna panic

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - donna

Who is the more loved parent? - both? dick because he’ll let them get away with anything and donna cause she’s like world’s greatest mom

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? they go together

Who cried the most at graduation? - neither of them strike me as criers

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - dick has pull with the police

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - donna does ALL the cooking so dick doesn’t kill people

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - donna, dick will live on a bag of sugar if he needs to

Who does the grocery shopping? - they go together and flirt in the aisles and throw cereal at each other

How often do they bake desserts? - pretty regularly, it’s the only cooking dick can manage and they just throw batter everywhere and dance in the mess. also CAKE BATTER KISSING

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - in the middle?

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Dick is forever surprising her with fancy dates at least monthly

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - dick feels bad that she always cooks so he suggests it at least once a week

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - dick

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - they do it together

Who is really against chores? - dick whines and pouts and will nuzzle into her neck to get out of it but does it in the end

Who cleans up after the pets? - i doubt they have pets but it’s a shared thing

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - dick did once but now mad donna scares him so he won’t ever do it again

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - donna, but it’s just bruce or the titans so dick is chill

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - dick has a heavenly gift for finding money no one lost

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - they’re both pretty quick unless one jumps in with the other (which is like always)

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - they go together

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - just christmas

What are their goals for the relationship? - be happy? i dunno

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - dick tries every day

Who plays the most pranks? - dick

#troia donna troy #Something else I can help you with? (answered)

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luckystarphoto · 6 years ago

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A Brief History of Clogs

Amy Jeanchaiyaphum

The Clogs fit, wear them. The Year of my First pair of clogs was 1978, It was summer and I was really ready for Clogs…My mom had worn clogs with soles constructed from some light grained wood with the upper shoe either made of upholstery fabric or of leather. They were part of what I considered her “Uniform” it was an artist uniform if anything- consisting of any of her twenty-five or thirty hand sewn moo moo esque dresses in a variety of brightly colored flower motif Mari Meko material. Complimented by her white tights and the clogs I thought mom looked the part of the artist. When I wanted to feel tall and important I would slide on her size nines and try to navigate Clonking my way down the steep steel spiral stairs of our A-frame home.

Coveting Clogs

In the nineteen seventies, men and women wore clogs; When we had company our houseguests would slip off their clogs before they made their way down the black spiral that led to our main living area. None of them were brave enough to clog down the unfinished steps. So I was fairly proud when I could safely navigate in clogs four times to big for me. I admired the collection of Scandinavian slip-ons as I arranged them into neat-partnered rows like a shoe parking lot. I longed for some clogs of my own; they added height and a loud foreboding sound to your step, Clogs announced you were coming before you arrived. I loved the sound of clogs- the distinct clicking on a cement footpath, clacking on stone, clomping on wood and the clanging on steel steps. I was through with the silence of sneakers they were for athletes and babies. People with the patience and stamina to enjoy the process of tying shoelaces. There could be no sneaking in Scandinavia. The feet of the Swedish band Abba proved this I imagined Benny, Bjorn, Frida, and Agnetha leaping from their “arrival” helicopter in their bell-bottom jumpsuits and clogs. They knew how to make an entrance.

One of the most appealing benefits of clogs was the ease with which you could just slip them on your feet. There were no utilitarian buckles or cumbersome laces to struggle with. Like sandals, you could slide your clogs on and clickity clomp off into the sunset.

I expressed my extreme desire for clogs to my Mom and my Grandmother. My Grandma tried to appease my craving for clogs with some Dr. Schols orthopedic exercise flip-flops. These shoes were also very appealing with their buckle that worked like a lock on a diary. but there really could be no substitute for clogs. I needed them and desired them.

My grandma was suspicious of clogs saying that high heels were for ladies she suspected that clogs would make me appear more grown up than I was. I wasn’t hoping to look grown up I just wanted to feel taller. I never considered clogs as “High Heels”. I knew that Prostitutes and disco divas wore High Heels but I didn’t imagine that they clomped the streets and clogged their way silly to the bee gees and Donna Summer. From my personal experiments wearing mom’s clogs, I had found dancing to be clumsy although pleasingly clip- cloppity. The clogs worked like a cumbersome tap shoe. I danced in the living room and on our deck listening to Andy Gibb and his big Bee Gee Brothers, taping to disco was complex but my brother and I worked out some decent routines to “The Copa — Cabaña” and the Saturday Night Fever rendition of “ Night on Bald Mountain” and The Cantina Band Song from Star Wars.

The Quest For Clogs.

We Drove to Cloquet for my clogs. It was a surprise. My mom decided to take me to Berquist’s Scandinavian gift outlet that smelled of cedar wood and bayberry scented Candles. It was a store filled with sheep made out of grain Gnomes and Troll figurines, and magic rose-malled Bright orange carved ponies. Every summery mom would take me on a buying trip for her Boutique. This time I was allowed to select a pair of clogs. I chose a beige pair of clogs decorated with a strap and buckle. The leather was raw inside and the wood of the sole felt cool on my feet as I slid them on. After that day, I wore my clogs or nothing. Even though I discovered that when I tried to run often one of the clogs would kick off of my foot and go flying ahead of me leaving me to chase it down in an uneven Frankenstein Gait. I considered my self-fortunate when the clog didn’t inadvertently whack someone or something while it flew forward. When I got home each day flinging them off my feet became the norm.

My clogs stayed with me for years, I wore them riding horses and walking to the lake. I wore them to visit my Grandparents country club in Milwaukee and to church with my disapproving Moose Lake Grandmother. Wherever I was I would flex toes on the inner wooden sole clinging to my precious shoes slipping them on and off when I was restless. The clogs were a constant source of joy.

The Demise of the Clog

The era of the clog came to an abrupt end on a crisp autumn day in the suburb of Edina. We had come to visit and stay with our friends the Halverson’s, my brother and I played with Seth, J.D. and the cute friend Jeremy in the basement domain of these boys. We watched Cable TV and played Dungeons and Dragons in a basement that smelled of Pizza, smelly socks, and a combination of musty shag carpet and boy sweat. I had removed my clogs before I descended into the basement to exist in the realm of preteen pre-men. It was 1980

My heals had grown to the edge of the clogs they sat at the top of the steps waiting patiently for the return of my foot. To go hit the road together again. But it was not to be. Upon my assent from the land of boys I came to discover one of the Clogs had gone missing I was distressed and blamed the boys. Surely someone was messing with me. I looked everywhere only to find to my great horror beneath the kitchen table Chinook the blue-eyed Malamute husky looked up at me innocently, licking and chewing what was now a small flap of leather with a buckle attached to a clump of foot stained wood. I wailed and mourned for my shoe as the boys laughed themselves silly.

Barb offered to replace my clogs when she found out what had happened but it was the eighties now and clogs had made their way back into the archives of fashion. Barb offered her pair of Dr. Scholl’s Exercise sandals to me but I decided to accept Jeremy’s offer of sweaty sneaker. Slipping my foot into his sneaker made us a little more

Intimate after all. We all snuck off silently into the eighties.

My First Clogs came

Clogging on the dance floor. Buffalo house

Or Perhaps thinking of clogging at the polka fest…

Clogging to hair…

Clogs on the Olympic Peninsula.

Slipping and Cutting my knee open.

Pants on fire

The Dog ate my clogs

Shoes

Fashion

Creative Writing

Fiction

Short Story

#stories clogs 1980s memoire shoestories 1970s fashion amysundby thedogate my shoes

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