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I did an Earth sandwitch today
A really good friend of mine and my first online friend ever sent me a video off Spotlight this morning. It was the first thing I saw after waking up. AND I WAS MIND BLOWN.
“Can we do it??”
“Yeah imma go grab some bread rn”
And he placed his piece of bread down on the floor in his house in Australia, and I placed MINE on the floor in my house on the COMPLETE other side of the globe. We sent each other pictures as proof and that’s the story of how I and my Australian bestie made an Earth sandwitch, as for me that was the first thing I did in the morning.
Felt like a really good start of the day XD
#long distance friendship#online friendship#earth sandwitch#online friend#online friends#funny#lol#fun idea
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me eating a sandwitch with raw ham:
my cat, who is feed the best wet food I can afford alongside raw meat snacks: how. does it feel. to live MY dream!!!
#patxt#hes so dramatic. like baby you also eat that.#btw i created the most humanly possible salty sandwitch on earth haha... mu hahaha...
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Thank you to Glorymoon for this beautiful design!! I have big plans for this gal and her family >: )<
im beginning to think I have too many quiet-type characters in this next gen… but they’re my favorite type of character 🥺 (don’t worry, I have plans for some more…excitable characters)
Name: Orange Chocolate Nicknames: Orange, O’jay, Rango, Chalk, latte, chocolate chip Age: 28 Parents: Big Mac x Cheese Sandwitch
Pronouns: She/They Gender: AMAB demigirl
Race: Earth Pony Build: Stocky and barrel chested, with long legs and muscular body Voiceclaim: Cynthia McWilliams (‘Senna’ in league of legends)
Talent: Chocolatiére
Description: O’jay is a calm, mellow pony, often speaking in low, slow tones. She’s in no rush, and is more than happy to mosey on through life. She’s a very comfortable pony to be around, secure in herself and Their place in the world, and if asked for advice she offers wisdom that is, perhaps, beyond her years. They have little care for drama or dramatics, preferring to keep to herself, and rarely says anything she doesn’t find worth saying. In fact, little O’jay didn’t say ANYTHING until they were 5 years old- where she promptly and succinctly asked her daddy (cheese sandwitch) if she could ‘have a bit of that delicous looking pie, If it’s not too much trouble?’
Orange Chocolate is one of the oldest of 5, being Habenero Jelly’s fraternal twin, and very little shakes her.
O’jay has a work ethic like no one else, and she often spends days without sleep in the name of her business’ success. But it’s worth it, and they would rather be doing little else with their time. Of course, this has left an even smaller amount of time for other pursuits- such as romance, friendship, or even other hobbies. Every second is spent in the service of their craft.
She travels very little, preferring to stay close to her fathers in ponyville, where she has her own storefront. Her chocolate has become something of a household name, highly sought after and held as some of the best you could find.
Orange chocolate is generally very close with her fathers, however she and Big Mac often get into loud, terrible fights over her unwillingness to join the family business- fights which first started and have happened frequently since the age 16, and even more so when they moved out (or as her father says; ran away) at 17. Unfortunately, Their relationship with Cheese sandwich got caught in the crossfire when it was made clear that, while he empathized, he would always take his husbands side on matters.
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The flights as burgers/burger esque food:
Light: lettuce burger. Has lettuce for a bun. That or a wrap of sorts
Ice: chipotle burger. Spicy. Gotta keep you warm somehow
Fire: shredded steak sandwiches like cheesesteaks or a special steak burger
Shadow: mushroom onion swiss burger
Water: fishburger….. or a sub sandwich. Get it. Because subma- *smacked with a brick*
Lightning: crispy chicken sandwitch
Earth: oliveburger or turkey burger
Arcane: hotdog probably or a shredded chicken taco
Nature: the burgers that have a runny egg on them
Wind: walking taco, corndog, sliders. Anything for walking/moving and eating
Plague: kimchi burger. Its a burger but with kimchi on it. They also love their pickles
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an absolutely monumental occasion has occurred
the Earth Sandwich
[fellow sandwitch: @hrtnsolofytube ]
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If middle earth can have potatos then any fantasy setting can
-> becsue Tolkien could conceife of a world with magic and dragons, but not of a world without potatos ... clever man
also, pratchett pointed out that even if you have dough pieces made from the seeds of flowers that grow in the shadows of the hyrulante montains and top them with dried smirch meat, a beast whos hunt is dangerous and mythical
it is still a fucking sandwitch
so just call it a sandwitch and move on, there are adventures to be had
'You can't put potatoes in your fantasy world, they're not from Europe!'
skill issue. write native american fantasy. make latino elves.
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If earth is a forgotten sandwitch, then we are mold, the black one.
spreading and destroying
this was suposed to be funny.
okay, so another take on this could be:
alien kid making wierd potions out everything they could find, putting it somewhere hidden so it wouldnt be disturbed and then forgetting about it.
Leaving us, the wierd potion to just rot and grow new life from the amount of mold it holds.
The alien kid, now an adult comes back, finds this half rotten potion full of mold that has taken over it, and is actively destroying the whole thing.
And they just go like: ...what the fuck?
#i should sleep#what is this#midnight thoughts#just yes#also really fucking ugly#the sandwitch forgotten by an alien kid#made by their mother#rotting somewhere
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Some thoughts on pairings of queens and kings of the same tarot suit
(now it takes a while for me to get to my point but bear with me)
I was doing some spying on my ex friend that got engaged in 2020 during Venus retrograde in Gemini, because I do often think about how she's doing but also my asrology-absorbed brain wants to know how her engagement is doing with that rx Venus glooming over (especially that she's one of the few real-life friends of mine that I have an exact birth time of).
Now, I first drew 3 cards from a classic card deck and asked my mom to interpret that (because I can't read those) and she said cards are blatantly pointing out to a wedding but... with a friend figure, not a romantic figure. So I grabbed my tarot deck to further investigate.
So I was shuffling the cards and what popped up was 4 of wands sandwitched between the queen of pentacles and the king of pentacles. Now that's nice, I love when that happens. A coincidence? I think NOT.
And I was pondering on court card pairings and how I once saw someone having a full on rant on how some pairings suck (wands in particular, which I found a bit annoying). I think often they'll just show people's astrological correspondence, especially if two people match in their Sun sign's element... Or if two people come up as the same suit, that's what they have in common and this is where they match.
Now my ex friend is an Aries Sun with a ton of airy influence. But she came up as the queen of pentacles. I said to my mom "look how she's squeezing and caressing her little pentacle": she was always someone who had a lack mentality, even when she was earning money as a teen or early 20-something while not having to pay for rent or bills cause she was living with her parents (meaning all that money she could spent on whatever she wanted, yet still she was walking around saying how poor she is).
So how I actually associate each suit (aka finally getting to the point)
The guy came up as the king of pentacles. No idea what sign he is, technically I don't even know he exists... but that aside. There's a possibility he works at a bank but I say this just because I know someone who saw a similar-looking man at a bank. But I digress. What's important here is that with classic cards he came up as a friend, a provider, someone who takes care of the other person/is a helping hand. This helped me a ton in understanding the king of pentacles in that equasion: he is a provider and all that stuff but what the earth suit is about is simplicity, the day-to-day life. If a person or a couple comes up as pentacle court card(s), they're simple people (and earth signs are usually simple, grounded people as well). They're in a relationship probably because it's convenient. And let's be honest, most couples are like that, not a lot of people even believe in a true soulmate-level love and romantic fairy tales, most just settle for what they have and stick to it because it's good enough... kind of like if it ain't broke, don't fix it, meaning they don't search for the perfect one; they don't question the relationship they're in.
I'm not saying all pentacle couples are together out of convenience, but there is an element of commiting just because that's what you feel like is expected from you. It's about giving stability and working on maintaining that. I guess this can also be a couple where both people are focused on earning money... or who do business together but I feel like that could be a bit of a wands territory, since you're creating something (and wands are about a spark and creation).
The more emotionally-driven pair would be the cups suit. Now I never had a couple straight up coming up as a cups courts but what I've seen a few times was the queen of cups representing someone who guards the other person in a spiritual/emotional way. Kinda like the unseen force that is protecting the other; possibly someone who is connected to the other in the 5D, who's your guardian angel so to speak or simply someone who cares deeply for you and their energy is always present with you. The king of cups I had come up as a person developing mature feelings (paired with ace of cups to be clear). So, obviously because the water element is about emotions, a cup couple will be more emotionally tied together, for good or bad. They just feel each other and are connected through intuition. It's about providing the emotional support but that stems from the deep connection, not because of society's pressure or a sense of duty like the pentacles suit.
The sword couple can be a tricky one cause swords people are known to be more cold and calculated. But as air there can also be a bit of a social tone to them and that can be fun sometimes. I'm saying this just because I had that couple come up in questions regarding how two people are seen in public. So this can be sociable and witty. Like two intellectuals who get into a friendly banter or a heated debate. Or two activists focused on their ideas. There's a mental chemistry there connecting a pair of the queen and king of swords. It's like two friends who end up in a romantic relationship type of situation. The downfall is, there may be an emotional distance.
Now my favorite (obviously) is the wands couple. Mainly because I often come up as the queen of wands (again, probably because I have a lot of Sagittarius and fire in my chart) and, as I always say, the king of wands is the king of my heart, even if some would think it's nonsense to think a wands couple is a good couple because fire burns out quickly. But you can keep the fire glowing, and if you do... there's some magical stuff going on. I see it as the fun couple, similarly to swords they can be a sociable pair, full of creative ideas but also full of passion for each other, which the air suit lacks. They're bold in expressing that as well. Talking about astrological correspondences, I always say fire signs can be as emotional as water signs because they feel everything deep in their bones. Fire signs can be just as emotionally devoted. Constantly evolving and adapting to the other person is what keeps the passion alive and fire people like movement, that's their fuel. So if two people are on the same page, coming up as the queen and king of wands, with the passion they have for one another, you bet that won't be boring. It's the willingness to do things together, to experience things together, not just building a stable home and fitting the norm. Also it's just literally hot. You can say what you want but I'm sure you're gonna admit at least that.
Also, something worth pointing out, in the RW deck the wands suit is the only one where, if you're lucky enough, you can have queen of wands and king of wands directly looking at each other (if the queen is on the left from the king). I think that might be significant.
I'm looking at each suit through the lense of astrology so you could as well apply that to couples who share the same element in their charts but that doesn't have to be the case with everyone (my Aries ex friend being an example). Also obviously I'm talking about the healthy manifestation of each suit. If you use reversals or look at the surrounding cards to get the feel of where and in what way each energy is directed, you can determine if two people really get along. Pentacles can be too stuck in their ways or materialistic, cups can be overly emotional and dramatic, swords can be harsh, cold or argumentative and wands can be too temperamental and shallow.
#this turned out long lol hope someone finds this insightful or helpful#idk how to tag it#never did a proper post on tarot#king of pentacles#queen of pentacles#king of cups#queen of cups#king of swords#queen of sword#king of wands#queen of wands#mercurytrinemoon#tarot
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S10Saxon:
(Because i'm not classifying him as the same as Simm)
Do you want the earth to explode? Yes? Then put this man near 9. Do it. You won't, you coward. Fact is, these two would have the same energy as the Editor and Nine had, I'm actually gonna say that the Editor IS Nine's "master" on a lower scale. They could have done so much more, but they knew it would be too much for us fans. They have the same relationship that every classic "I hate you because we're immortal enemies, so im going to kill you just to shut you up.... but save you at the last minute because im better than you" trope has, but also I can see him calling Rose a pathethic little girl and that? Ooh, that is a no-no.
10 would kill himself trying to fix him, but alas, this sums up bassically everything. Sax is as stubborn as a mule, so his foalish* words aren't going to help him. But that anger? Oh, that anger would be so fun for him to play with. Something about Time Lord Victorious is not fun, though. Maybe it's his merciless behavior. Maybe it's the fact that the doctor is supposed to be "the good one," so him acting more reckless is not something he'd particularly enjoy, or perhaps it reminds him too much of the Doctor that slaughtered Torvic. All in all, I think this sax could make 10 evil. He's less wild, more civil, and older and isn't one for jumping around screaming 'king of the wastelands' so 10 might actually litsen to him. I mean just look at how intrigued 10 was with yana.
He could manipulate 10 so hard...
Out of spite, I can see sax kissing Rory and then acting like it's not a big deal just to freak them out and gaslight them into believing the doctor doesn't like them.
Im not even sure how 11 would react to him. Seriously, I think Sax would bully the hell out of him for no reason at all. Harrass him with mean nicknames, but in a way that only someone terrifyingly close would he able to do. Send very specific threats, send ominous 'I see you' texts even when he can't, etc. In all good fun, I see them having their classic banter of "Come on. Join me." "No im the good guy," speeches.
"Oh? He hasn't given you a proper gallifryian welcome? Ah well thats a shame... He must not like you guys that much then.."
"Doctor...?"
"I-i.. we- I do! We don't snog people to welcome them he-he's just-!"
"Just what? Go on. Say it."
"He's just... insane."
"Mmh see about that. I wasn't the one to be expelled for killing three kids, was I?"
"Doctor, is he telling the truth!?"
"Oopsiess... what? He didn't tell you? GAASSSPP You didn't tell them?? Oh, how rude of you, doctor..."
The way he would treat 13 would be similar to 12 but in a more sexist manner. I don't *actually* think the Master is sexist. I think the master is just a dick and any human is below him, so they are all worth degrading. What is the best way to irrate the doctor, though?
Be sexist. Insult her driving, insult her hair, tell her to smile more, tell her she should make him a sandwitch, brag about how much better Missy is then her, put any other female friends agasint her, call her a scared little girl, make fun of her for not being able to open the pickle jar.
Honestly? They would have similar behavior to SpyDoc, except he wouldn't be so giggly and clap. Hed still cried during confessions, and he'd still shout until he shut up by force. He'd still laugh when tackled and hit. He'd still strangle her. He'd still blow up Gallifrey.
He'd definitely kill one of her friends just to prove a point and ask if it's "that time of the month" when she confronts him about it.
Saxteen and #Retired Time Lords already exists for a reason- The reason being that they are great together.
14 is fed up enough with the world to hold just the right amount of hate but also remorsful and regretful enough about his past to forgive small everyday things. They're the type of couple that SHOULD get divorced but never do. Both are too stubborn to go through with it, and they will be holding hands during full arguments while walking down the street. They are toxic as fuck and kick each other in bed, steal the duvet, hide things from one another, and complain about one another 24/7 but at the end of the day if anyone talks shit about either one of them? They defend the other and refuse to take "Just break up" as advice. They go to couples counciling now.
They're the kind of couple you see old as fuck shouting how much they hate each other but 5 minutes later they're cuddling on the couch and the Doctor is half asleep already because he feels safe enough to know the Master won't actually kill him. (Especially not in donnas living room!! She'd have his head on a spick with that mess!)
They make each other worse and better in the best ways. Some days, sax is a menace. Some days, he naps on the couch like a tomcat. Some days, 14 is pissed off at the world, and it is THIS close to agreeing to bomb someone. Other days, he's cuddled up to him muttering soft stories from their childhood.
Mind you, this only works AFTER the Master realizes that he can NOT stand with the Doctor AND marry him. It's a very large step for him. You can still L word someone AND want to kill them 50% of the time.
In this relationship, Sax could push him down the stairs, immediately run downstairs to help him, and just whisper "For sickness and in health you annoying fuck.." while kissing his bruises.
Im not sure how 15 would go with him. Part of me wants to say they have beef.. part of me thinks 15 would wanna fight him in the sheets. It's very complicated, and sax is particially scared about it, seeing as he hasn't had anyone so energetically eager to care for him and want to be his friend for real since 10.
"Come on! What happened to ruling the universe toget-"
"Yes."
"... wait.... what do you mean yes? You.... you aren't supposed to say that.."
"Well, I said no a lot, and it didn't work. So yes! Lets go babes!"
"..... You're freaking me out.... wheres the real doctor?"
"Realest youll get is right here honey! Now come on where are we going first?"
"..... Yyeeeaaah... No... is this a trap?"
BUT he would be extremely jealous about Rouge to the point of staying with the Doctor specifcally so he can claim his spot as top dog.
"I tried to kill him first! Way before your civilization was born, kid! You aren't special! And you aren't more edgy than me either! I'm the king of edgy! You don't even wear eyeliner!"
*Foalish: Foal-ish.
Meaning: Young and a metaphorical phrase for 'walking on stick legs'.
Can also mean Clumsy or someone who was just born and is just learning to walk in a metaphorical sense.
Related to the word foolish, but is often used as "standing on your last leg" or a response to an argument that is non-threatening.
"My dear doctor, your foalish plans never cease to amaze me. You truly thought that would work? Oh my dear, you've underestimated me."
Regarding my "Switching up the masters and their respective doctors" post.
How I think Nu who Masters would react to being placed with Nu who Doctors that aren't theirs.
(A thread)
(I would include classic, but I couldn't bare the idea of separating 3 from delgado. They're a bonded pair 🥺 This is all in good fun <and over exagerated>, but I can't promise anyone didn't get hurt during this experiment. Someone most DEFINITELY got hurt. It was me. Im in the hospital as we speak.)
Notes: Technecally, since 9 did *meet* a master in the audios but never actually got one, him and 11 are in for a real suprise.
Going in order! Feel free to comment on what you think!
#dr who spoilers#the master#doctor who#the fourteenth doctor#thoschei#ninth doctor#retired time lords#saxteen#spydoc#13th doctor#11th doctor#john simm#saxon master#torvic#10th doctor#15th doctor#i can fix him? no. i can make him worse
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We Live Such Fragile Lives
A Samuel Kiszka/Daniel Wagner fic
Summary: Sometimes singing Dirty Little Secret by The All-American Rejects can lead to earth-shattering events.
Tags: fluff, college au, some angst sprinkled in there, getting together, pining.
A/N: I am very much aware that Samuel Francis is a vegan but I wrote this for a class assignment a while ago and just changed out the names. I couldn't be fucked with thinking of a vegan alternative to a grilled ham and cheese sandwich so he's not vegan for this story. (Edit I have since been informed that he's pescatarian)
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“No way, that didn’t happen,” Daniel cut off, speaking over his lager bottle. The dismissiveness was apparent in his tone and body language.
“What do you mean ‘that didn’t happen’? Why would I lie about something like that??” Sam exclaimed, the violation written on his facial features, hands half raised in the air while resting his elbows on his knees. Daniel was sitting in the leather recliner, Samuel across from him on the worn fabric couch. Everything in their apartment was worn out or nearly trashed, so was the life of college students.
“You’ve always had a taste for hyperboles, Kiszka,” Danny said exasperatedly, taking another drink from the brown bottle in his hand.
“He was chasing me with a taser, Daniel!” Sam was now standing, but Danny was still laying in his chair, unaffected and zoning out looking at the floor. Sam sighed when he knew he wasn’t going to get any further reaction from his roommate and walked towards the kitchen.
“What do you want for dinner? I just got groceries,” he called out in an attempt to rouse Danny. He snapped out of wherever his mind was and briefly glanced towards the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.
“Grilled ham and cheese with pickles,” he said through a sigh, still trying to fully regain his composure.
“That kind of day, huh?” Sammy spoke into the open fridge, searching for the necessary ingredients. Daniel set his beer on the coffee table that had previously separated the roommates and shook his head.
“Garry is trying to kill us, I swear,” Danny cried through his hands, all the stress from his classes bleeding through.
“You knew how bad a medical degree would be,” Sam raised his voice over the sizzling of the ham popping on the pan.
“I know, but I didn’t want to be disowned, ya know?” Daniel was turned towards Sammy, a tired and rueful smile on his lips.
“You could always switch. Environmental science isn’t half bad, plus you’d already know a devastatingly handsome lad in the class,” the science major teased, trying to lift the mood. It made Danny scoff but smile genuinely, making Sammy smile as well.
“I think it’s too late for that, about four years too late,” the med student played along, trying to take his mind off of how many papers he had to write and chapters to read tonight. The air had begun to be filled with cooked ham and butter, causing both boy’s mouths to water slightly.
“Well, I tried at least. Hey, could you set the table?” Sam flipped one of the sandwitches and glanced in Danny’s direction, concentrating more on not burning the bread. He got up from the couch and walked a couple feet into the warm kitchen, reaching above Samuel’s head to grab glasses for the both of them.
Their table was right next to the kitchen island that was more like a counter because of its length, and was basically a glorified card table. The yellow wood had turned gray along with finnish that flaked off easily, crayon stains added a colorful addition to the 34 by 34 inch square, compliments of Sam’s older siblings. If they had friends over, they would add the other two chairs, but because both had such long legs, they normally kept the extra stacked in the hall closet.
Danny set the cups across from each other along with the plates, not bothering to grab silverware since they were eating sandwiches. He grabbed about five napkins for both of them. Sammy’s grilled ham and cheese was always on the greasy side, which is why he doesn’t make them that often. When he does, however, they make a huge mess of crumbs and oil. Totally worth having to vacuum after.
“Coming in hot, coming in hot!” Sam warned hurriedly, nearly squished between the counter and Danny while holding the pan and spatula. Daniel slid out of the way swiftly trying not to bump the pan and burn himself.
He smoothly ladled the sandwiches onto each plate and went back to place the cast iron back on the stove to be cleaned and oiled later.
“You’re a god, Sam,” Daniel praised while taking in the smell of grease and fried ham. He pulled some of the spiked lemonade from the fridge and poured it into the glasses.
“Not quite, but I can get your confusion,” the science major replied with fake arrogance. They both sat in their respective chairs and began to eat.
“Alright, so I wasn’t fully listening earlier, what happened with the taser?” the med student inquiries through a mouthful. He felt energized just from that one bite alone.
“Well,” Samuel began and then swallowed, showcasing better manners than his roommate, “you know how I have a talent of making a good situation terrible?” the science major said with a knit brow. Danny nodded, having multiple firsthand experiences.
“So I was talking to one of my classmates Eliza, you’ve heard me talk about her before,” Sam picked up his lemonade and took a sip.
“She’s cousins with Richie, right?” Daniel asked and Sammy nodded.
“Yeah, that’s her. So anyway, I was talking with her about what she missed on Monday and then her boyfriend walked into us. He started to get really angry and demanded to know what was happening.”
Danny absorbed all this while chewing, already getting an idea of where this story was heading.
“I told him we were only talking about class and he completely ignored me, only wanting an answer from Eliza. She repeated what I said but he didn’t believe her. Turns out, he found her active Tinder account where she was hooking up with random guys for about three months.” Sam saw Danny cringe, shaking his head in sympathy.
“Tyler, her boyfriend, thought I was one of the guys she was cheating on him with and started to threaten me. We both tried to explain to him that I was merely in her Impact of Plastics class but he wouldn’t listen to reason,” Sammy sighed, wearing a face that masked his true fear over the memory.
“Since I wasn’t leaving, he started to get physical and shoved me, nearly knocking me over. At this point, I knew that if I wanted to keep my perfect teeth intact, I had to run. He actually helped me by providing motivation. Y’know, just a high voltage taser that could probably send my ass straight to hell. So I ran for my life while thanking my mom for forcing me into track because I was able to outrun him after about three minutes.” He wiped his hands on one of the napkins and then his mouth. He started to laugh slightly. “It’s kind of funny, now that I think about it,”
“So you managed to get attacked by an insane basketball player and outrun him.” Daniel was trying to make sense of Sam’s story.
“Yeah, I kinda feel bad for Eliza, I hope she’s ok,” Sammy admitted, taking another gulp of lemonade. That’s Samuel for you, he can get attacked by someone and not even care about himself, rather for the person who caused it to happen.
“Dude, she cheated on him, like, really badly.” Danny took another bite, the bread crunching along with a pickle, cheese stringing away from his mouth and connecting to the bread.
“I know that, and that’s inexcusable, but she doesn’t deserve to be potentially harmed by Tyler.” Once again, Samuel Francis Kiszka was able to make Daniel Wagner feel like a horrible person because he was only able to see things from one side.
Danny paused for a beat and sighed, realizing he was right. “Yeah, you’ve got a point. No one should have to fear for their safety like that.”
Both boys felt a shift in the mood, causing silence to lace the air.
They both finished their food quietly and then went their separate ways; Danny to his room to do his homework, Sammy to the bathroom to shower. They both wanted to try and lighten the mood, but didn’t know how. So they let the awkward and uncomfortable silence stay until Samuel’s singing ripped it open like a child opening a birthday gift.
“Together, forever, that's how it must be to live without you, WOULD ONLY MEAN HEARTBREAK FOR ME!” Sam belted out barely on key, causing Daniel to burst out laughing while neck deep into reading on the nervous system. He kicked the wall that separated both of them lightheartedly, hearing a chorus of laughs break through the running water.
“I thought you loved Aretha Franklin!” the science major teased through the wall, a smirk on his face.
“Not when you sing it. I think she’s rolling in her grave right now knowing how badly you butchered his song,” Daniel played along, still reading his textbook.
“She’s restless because she’s worried I sang it better than her,” Samuel said in what Danny calls his “Gaston voice”.
“Do you take requests?” the med student asked, knowing in the back of his mind he’s procrastinating his paper. The water shut off and a moment later Sam was in his doorway with a towel around his waist and body dripping wet. Wagner involuntarily swallowed, caught off guard by his roommate half-naked.
“Depends, are you ready to be blown away by my amazing singing?” Kiszka smirked, being his usual larger than life self. But it hit Danny differently when he was in just a towel. Sammy either didn’t notice Daniel’s blush or just didn’t care, but he was back to walking towards his room.
“I-I was thinking Dirty Little Secret by The All-American Rejects.” It was a song both of them grew up hearing on the radio, Sam perhaps more than Daniel due to his older brother Jake’s emo phase.
Danny could feel his eyes were as wide as the Mariana Trench and he was trying to calm himself down. You’re overreacting, it’s just Sam.
“Alright, I see you’re a man of culture. I’ll let you hear my angelic pipes just because you have taste,” Sam yelled from his room, probably finally putting on some godforsaken clothes. That thought comforted Danny and slowed his heart rate slightly. You can’t do that to yourself.
Next thing he knows, Sam comes sliding into view wearing his gym clothes that consisted of a tight shirt that accentuated his muscles and running shorts. His socks were a picture of the Swedish Chef from the Muppets and came to the middle of his shin. In his hand was his can of spray deodorant that he was using as his microphone.
“Let me know that I’ve done wrong, when I’ve known this all along.” A big grin was on his face as he was tapping his heel in time with the song. Daniel threw his pencil down onto his textbook to give Samuel his full attention.
“I go around a time or two, just to waste my time with you,” Sammy sang, spinning around and dancing, trying to both entertain and distract the med student hoping to ease his stress. The smile on Danny’s face indicated that he was succeeding at least slightly. It was half pure anxiety and half heart-eyes. The last part confused the hell out of Sam, but also struck the slightest bit of hope into his heart.
“Tell me all that you’ve thrown away,” Sam kept singing, getting progressively closer to his roommate, turning his actions into an overly dramatic serenade, going so far as to get down on one knee.
“Find out games you don’t wanna play.” Sammy got up from off the floor and reached for his laughing friend’s hand, setting down the spray can. He pulled him up from the chair and into a traditional classic dance form, holding hands and the other on Danny’s waist.
There was a certain charge that filled the air when the two took this stance. Both noticed it but prayed that the other one didn’t, continuing to ignore it. The color that flushed both of their faces and ears was also noticeable, but Daniel wrote it off on the spiked lemonade they drank with dinner.
“You are the only one who needs to know.”
Daniel got chills from Sam’s line delivery, seeing as he whispered it into Danny’s ear, very close to his neck. He wanted to lean into it, to feel his warm breath on his skin more, but Sammy pulled away, breaking the spell.
“I’ll keep you my dirty little secret,” Sam put his index finger to his plush lips, his green eyes sparkling like amber in the sun. Danny couldn’t tear his eyes away from Samuel’s and a voice from the back of his mind was screaming at Daniel to get away from him.
He’d seen this happen before, they would go to a party and after a drink or two, Sam would be dancing with a beautiful girl in his arms, her unable to resist him. To feel this first hand was like a dream and a nightmare all rolled up into one giant, confusing swirl that both enticed and terrified Danny.
“Don’t tell anyone or you’ll be just another regret.” Sam’s hand traced out Daniel’s jawline, landing on his chin. He wanted nothing more in that moment to know what was going on in that beautiful plotting mind, his amber eyes betrayed nothing of what the science major was thinking.
“My dirty little secret,” Samuel breathed, holding Calvin’s chin softly. But it was clear he wouldn’t let Danny escape if so tried - which he didn’t want to do.
Daniel’s mind was too muddled by the alcohol going through his mind to completely register what was unfolding before him. However when his lanky yet muscular roommate leaned in and stopped inches from his lips, he sobered up pretty quickly.
“Who has to know?”
He could feel Sam’s breath on his face, his lips so close to his own. The sinful look in his eyes and the sultry way he spoke the line all made Daniel Wagner weak at the knees. He was completely controlled by Sam Kiszka.
The move Sam made next was so infinitesimal but it completely and totally shifted Danny’s entire life. The feeling of Samuel’s soft bubblegum lips on his chapped and dry lips was the most addictive drug ever created. The levee had broken and Danny knew he was in trouble, but he didn’t seem to care yet.
They both started to enjoy it more and more, needing each other in ways that they had never even dared to experience lest they ruin their lives. In the end, it was Danny that pushed Sam away, both needing but cursing the space between the two.
“Sam, I can’t do this,” Daniel croaked out, tears trying to force their way out of his eyes.
Sammy’s mask had finally broken, betrayal cracking through.
“What do you mean? I thought you were enjoying it.” He tried to take a step forward but Daniel took a step back. If he got any closer, Danny would lose his composure and restraint.
“Look, we’re both pretty drunk right now, let’s just pretend this never happened and go back to being roommates,” he pleaded, turning away from Sam, not willing to look into his eyes and see his broken expression.
“You’re not making any sense here, Daniel.” Samuel had confusion laced into his words, probably on his face as well.
“This isn’t really you and me, we’re both drunk and not ourselves. I don’t want us to wake up in the morning and both regret this,” Daniel squeaked. Sam sighed, he understood what Danny was talking about.
“The lemonade wasn’t spiked, Danny. We’re both sober. And that beer you had doesn’t count because we both know you have a higher tolerance than that.”
He was lying, he had to be. He’s trying to use any excuse to kiss me again.
“Don’t lie to me, Samuel,” the med student snapped harsher than he wanted to.
Sam was taken aback, he wasn’t expecting that reaction.
“I’m not,” Sammy emphasized, trying to save the situation. He was internally cursing his poor social recovery skills. This always happens, goddamnit.
Daniel backed up into the wall, really desiring the floor to envelope him. The dark and empty call of the abyss seemed so much more comforting than being in the same room as Sam Kiszka.
“Daniel, please, I-” Sam’s voice hitched, his tone slightly desperate and his face twisting to a pleading mask.
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed deeply, trying to find composure and the right words.
“I can’t believe this is about to happen…” Sammy whispered so quietly that Danny just barely comprehended it was audible.
“I've been in love with you, Daniel Wagner, ever since that formal banquet we had to attend sophomore year.”
This made Danny freeze. No way in hell is he confessing to me like some kind of romcom.
All he could do was look at his roommate as he was pouring out his heart, his own brain short circuiting and in a state of high panic.
“You wanna know why?” Sam chuckled, but there was a hint of disbelief to it.
Danny just stared at him, unable to form words himself. Samuel continued anyway, taking the silence as a que to continue
“It wasn’t because of that suit you wore - well that could’ve been a factor. No, it was because the entire night I couldn’t find myself wanting to be with any other person in the whole goddamn room - hell, the whole world. I just felt so drawn to you in ways that I’d never felt before and I thought I was going crazy. I couldn’t help but feel a deep rooted jealousy when I saw you talking to other people that night, I only wanted you to spend all your time with me. Just me. But when I look back at that cold autumn party every night before going to bed, I realized that it wasn’t one singular moment that made me fall for you, it was the little things. The time you adjusted my tie for me, when you would crack jokes with me during the speeches to keep us both entertained, how you lost yourself to the music when dancing, when you poured extra pasta on my plate because I needed to ‘stop acting like I have a normal appetite’. I could go on for hours, but frankly, we both don’t need that. Bottom line, I’m in love with you, Daniel Robert.”
Samuel looked like a gargantuan weight had been lifted off his soul and he was finally able to breathe again. Danny, however, looked like a speeding train was about to demolish him.
He didn’t know how to react. No one, it seemed, ever really wanted him. He was never anyone’s first choice nor anyone’s favorite.
Next thing either of them know, tears start spilling out of Danny’s eyes like raindrops on a window in a heavy northern downpour. Sam felt all of his internal organs plummet thirty feet, once again not the reaction he was expecting. In all fairness, he didn’t know what he was expecting but it definitely wasn’t that.
“Oh my god, Danny, I’m so sorry. Please don’t cry, oh my god I’m so sorry,” Sam panicked, once again displaying his ineptitude with bad situations.
“No one’s ever wanted me like that,” Daniel whispered brokenly, hitting Sammy right in the chest.
Sam struggles for words, his mouth opening and closing.
“I’ve never been anyone’s first choice, Sam, not even in my own family. So you better not be fucking with me or I swear to any god out there that I will personally make sure I’m the last face you’ll ever see!” Daniel lashed out, his emotions getting the best of him and not being able to apply his filter.
He’d been deeply hurt by this, Sam noted, and wanted to do everything in his power to help him.
“I swear to god I’m telling you the truth, Daniel. I want you, you’re my first choice. I love you.” The science major was walking slowly over to Danny like he was a scared animal, speaking softly to try and soothe him.
The med student pulled his roommate into a tight and loving embrace and sobbed into his chest. There they were, the words he’s been longing for his entire life, needing since he first realized that his parents never actually wanted him at such a young age. All the memories of his lonely childhood were resurfacing, never being allowed to touch his parents or even speak to them unless spoken to, being raised by tutors and nannies. Then he heard the words that he’d been wanting to hear the most in his life.
“I’m proud of you, Daniel,” Sam whispered intimately while stroking Danny’s curly, dark hair. It was too much for Danny, he was sobbing uncontrollably while allowing himself to finally indulge in his feelings for his roommate.
He finally broke out of the hug and pulled Sam down to his lips, sharing a tender kiss that told the other that they were willing to take on the world together.
“That was great, Sammy, but I need to do my homework now,” Dany laughed, using his hoodie sleeve to wipe the tears from his eyes.
Sam had a huge grin on his face.
“Well, I hope you’re ready to write your paper with me cuddling you, because that’s the only way I’m letting you do anything,” Sammy informed, a smile still across his lips as he spoke.
“Fine!” Daniel laughed, tears still falling from happiness.
Sammy grabbed Danny’s hand and they walked into Daniel’s bedroom to cuddle and try to get some homework done, feeling like they finally both belong.
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mixing tea and a sandwitch it's so good it's the tastiest thing on EART!!! the sandwitch has to have butter and ham everything else can be customized but if it has butter and jam then mixing it with tea will make the tastiest thing ever. I always take a perfectly sized bite of my sandwitch and then take a precise sip (if there's too much or too little tea it won't work) and then i chomp it together and somehow the texture and taste are just so perfect. it tastes like my childhood whimper. the tea has to be black AND with sugar. even tho I normally drink non sugar green tea for my sandwich I always make Lipton Earl Gray and WAIT till it's room temp and then i go om nom... :')
#patxt#worlds most boring woman on earth talking abd eating a sandwitch and tea like it's revolutionary
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What if Pearl had another replicator and S/O was in her room looking at her stuff and found it and S/O replicated herself and now there two S/Os. What would pearl? What will happen?
Can this be a oneshot?
I got inspired by the Onion Trade Episode
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tittle:double trouble
y/n where y-
pearl froze. if she had a heart then it would have stopped right then and there
standing in front of her were... of you? she had to blink and rub her eyes a few times to make sure she wasnt seeing things. no her vision was fine there was now two of the most beutiful person on earth
y/n said pearl
pearl pease i- we didnt- i didnt think-
pearl ignored their words strideing towards them and grabing the replicator out of their hand a puting in her gem with a smile spreading across her face
and she had the most wonderful idea
pearl looked down at the two of them it had takena bit of convinceing (and a bit of intimidation) laying down inbetween the two of them tied up and asleep she carefully crawled inbetween them pulling them twards her on either side so they were sandwitching her. she thought if she blushed any harder then she woulb poof maybe she could clone her a few more time so she could be completely sorounded by them while sleeping or even better maybe she could clone herself so that she could have dozens of her constently admering and “protecting” her darling constently
so many ideas so many things to do how had she not thought of this earlier
but it would have wait right now all she wanted to do right now was sleep
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#yandere pearl#pearl#yandere pearl x reader#yandere#yandere ask#clone#yandere steven universe#yandere steven universe x reader#steven universe#su#yandere su
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Genuinely believe that light dragons were the first to harvest grain and bake bread
Plague was the first to use it for sandwiches
Earth made flatbreads
Ice was the first to dip it in soups and broths or even make bread bowls
Nature made the first fruit and nut breads
Arcane made the first sweetbreads and yeast rolls
Fire made them into biscuits. Twice baked. Often paired with greasy meats and used to get all the flavor off your plate
Wind made crackers and spiced breads
Water definitely made bread with salted crusts and fish sandwitches or even seaweed breads
Shadow dragons invented potato bread
Lightning just likes garlic bread and or toast but they did invent the panini press
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📖+ AU where Diggy and her family were born/created in the Bravoman universe 8)
"...What're you looking at?"
Robot henchman n°263, tunneler pattern or "Digbot" as she'd had the brilliant idea of calling herself (-itself? no matter), paused in what she was doing - presently, tunneling herself a new little burrow, and stared at 𝕪̷̶̢̼̟̲𝕠̷̷̶̢̢̪̘̲ͦ͜𝕦̷̷̶̡̡̠͇̠̦̲ͧ.̷̶̺̝̺̲.. She frowned, sitting up before putting her oversized mole claw hands on each side of her hips, eyelids furrowing in her best scowl despite her limited features.
She was well underway - and with any luck, she'd have her own little base of operations within the week! A hopefully comfy, safe, completely isolated little nook! The world was cruel to the odd henchbot that gained sentience after any number of weird, random occurences, and while being named was a bit of a cheat code to not get offed, bad things could happen. In her case, a grilled cheese sandwitch triple backflipped onto her hard drive before insertion. Not the most riveting backstory around, but Digbot made do.
Of course, it didn't explain why she even COULD pick a name at all. Henchpeople just... didn't do that. Naming someone else in earnest was also a thing she could do, if the "Speed" pattern of henchman was still around. Okay, maybe Speedbot wasn't original, but it was the first thing she'd come up with before running like hell to escape her fate of being fed into the eternal metal grinder that was super-heroism. There was a lot of things her backstory couldn't explain. Least of all, her being able to see... that.
"Don't ya' have some OTHER, more interesting thing ta' look at? Ah'm litterally diggin' myself a hole ta' get away from people like you! There's nothing interesting for you to look at here!" Digbot shrilled furiously, waving her hands at 𝕪̷̶̢̼̟̲𝕠̷̷̶̢̢̪̘̲ͦ͜𝕦̷̷̶̡̡̠͇̠̦̲ͧ with added fury.
The ground shook with a distant boom, hard enough to make Digbot's butt, once comfortably making contact with the ground, take off a couple of inches away from said ground. The small 'bot's head rapidly shot from left to right, attempting to catch a glance of what had made such a sound. Only for a suspicious shadow to rapidly creep along the ground, before planting itself smack dab above the little robot.
Digbot looked once again forward, expression slowly souring as she realized that she, in fact, was in the spotlight for a reason.
"Gosh darn'-" And before she could complain about it, there was an earth-shattering THWOMP as what looked like a giant, robotic kangaroo made landfall where she once was peacefully sitting. The anomaly didn't overstate its welcome, choosing to bound away without a care in the world, and leaving in its wake a Digbot-shaped crater on the floor.
From which came a distinctive, grumbling noise.
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Life And Times of Scrooge McDuck Retrospective: The New Laird of Castle McDuck! “And I’ll Remember It Poppa! There’s Always Another Rainbow!”
Hello all you happy people! And welcome back to my look at the Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck! And to make up for lost time im’ doing two instalments this month, and with luck and my schedule holding out I plan to finish the main series in September, doubling up again for the last two months to finish this up.
Background wise there’s honestly not a lot this go round, as it’s less rooted in history and more Don Rosa’s need to settle an annoying flaw with continuity. Man oh man do I relate to that and having read comics for at least half my life, i’ve seen writers do this by the bucketload to fix decisions from other writers. Sometimes for the write reasons and sometimes because EVERYTHING WAS BETTER ON MY EARTH. Don Rosa, like most writers.. has done both.
Here though it’s for the good and for understandable reasons: Barks had Scrooge’s origin as a poor shoeshine boy from Glasgow.. but also had a rather famous and awesome story, the Old Castle’s Secret, that also gave them a giant ancestral castle. Rosa fixed this by having the McDuck’s having lost it due to a combination of being driven off the land by a fake ghost dog and poor turns of fourtune meaning they coudln’t pay the taxes to live there and were behind on taxes on it, hence the Whiskervilles having taken it over in part one.
But obviously the Whiskervilles coudln’t KEEP the castle as Scrooge owned it in present day, thus this chapter explains how he got it. It was a stroke of genius plot wise too as it allowed him to open each act in Scotland and using the castle to measure where Scrooge is in life: As a boy dreaming of getting it back, as a young man who while not a success succeeds at this, and as an older hardned man who realizes he simply doesn’t belong here anymore who has to leave his family’s legacy here behind to start a better one in America.
The only other real story is that a sequence here was based on the film A Matter of Life and Death, and Rosa detailed in his notes his quest to get a copy as the distribution rights here were a nightmare at the time. Thankfully that’s clearly changed as a quick look on Amazon shows both a standard DVD release, mentioned by rosa in the book and a snazzier release by the Criteron Collection are both easily available. He ended up getting a copy from Canada, and while he didn’t get any insight at least got a neat addition to his collection. Admittedly this dosen’t add much to the story, I just thought it was neat. So with all of that settled, join me after the cut as Scrooge tries to buy back his family’s legacy.
And Scrooge has already arrived in Scotland, having reunited with Downy and Matilda, who as a refresher is more responsible and straightlaced here versus the 2017 incarnation. Part of me DOES wish they hadn’t glossed over the reunion especially since this chapter is the last time we’ll see Scrooge and his Mom together before her utterly heartbreaking passing a few chapters down the road. But I get why we opened here instead: it’s a captivating open, with Scrooge speeding to the castle, his mother and sister trying to stave the rain off and time clearly of the essence. It sucks you in as we don’t know WHY Scrooge was summoned last time, only that it was bad enough he needed to come home, and thus ratchet’s up the tension until we find out shortly.
It turns out the back taxes on Castle McDuck are up and the castle is being sold., doing so with some glasses, foreshadowing his iconic specs wearing as the snow and brightness of the praries in various seasons mean his eyes are all done fucked up like mine. The Whiskervilles are naturally not only the prospective buyer but already trying to take the property prematurely, with Fergus and Jake holding the line, because love isn’t always on time. But Hortense is and when the Whiskervilles mock her daddy and uncle, planning to tear down the castle out of spite, her response reminds us why donald is a ball of rage and badassery...
Have I mentioned she’s my favorite part of this story? Because she is. Her response to scrooge being back is also just pure adorable.
Scrooge does get a big reunion with his dad and uncle, getting a big hug from Fergus, if squshing his cream cheese sandwitch... and yes that’s apparently a real thing. I mean I do love me some cream cheese don’t get me wrong, but it just feels weird to put it on bread as the only thing, but I guess i’m a bit spoiled with crackers and bagels in my day and age or putting it on tosat with salmon and.. saying all of this both makes me very hungry for cream cheese. So I guess i’ts not all bad it’s just weird to me, especially since I don’t think it’d keep all that well unregrigrated but I also don’t know the times that well. Or maybe when your that poor and hungry, it dosen’t matter how good it is and maybe i’m just spoiled by my upper middle class existance. I dunno. The point is i’m going to go get me some cream cheese be back in a minute. Here have some music.
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For all two of you that didn’t clear out, Fergus naturally for the time, turns out to be sexist, insisting Jake get “The Women” home.
Though Rosa gets a great joke out of it by having Jake wonder if he can even reign Hortense in. And I do love Hortense’s character. Whlie i’ts simple, she’s simply an angrier version of her son without the penchant for half-assed schemes, it works and makes her stand out against the more subdued rest of the McDuck family outside of Scrooge.
Fergus explains HOW it got so bad to Scrooge: While the McDuck ancestors pooled resources to automatically pay the taxes, eventually only having two poor old men who could barely keep their family fed and a slightly less poor pulp fiction writer somewhere in America meant the taxes piled up and the Whiskervilles are within a whisker’s reach of gettng the castle, something mentioned in part 1.
It also provides a great payoff to the first part of Scrooge’s journey: while the boy bemoans only having gotten the 10,000 dollar check from the mine sale, and that will only just about cover the castle’s taxes, he feels disheratned as it’s ALL he’s accomplished.. but in a nice moment from Fergus he points it WASN’T all for nothing: Thanks to his work they get their home back. His family can move from the cramped confines of Dismal Downs back to their ancestral homeland like they always deserved. While he may of not achieved his goal of being rich yet.. he still achieved his goal of buying the castle back, the very thing that set him on this path in the first place. It’s telling though that it takes a reminder of that, that Scrooge is loosing sight of the very human, for lack of a better term, reasons he set out: while he’s finally built a better life for his family, if just so.. all he can see is that he’s not RICH. The money is starting to cloud his judgement.. and i’tll roll over him entirely before the series is over.
The Head of the Whiskervilles shows up with the Sheirff.. whose also a Whiskerville lest you thought unfair and crooked policing was a strictly american thing. But Fergus points out their too early.. and Scrooge flashes his check. And when the Head Whiskerville scoffs at a mcduck having money... Scrooge points out he didn’t believe in ghosts either and brags about his awesomeness in the first chapter, revealing what he did and leaving The SHierff pissed and the older whiskerville ready with a plan: he decide......
Sadly not with children’s trading cards but with swords, and gets past the legality issue by simply challenging Scrooge’s pride and angering him into accepting. Argus, the head whiskerville whose name I just got from the comic, reveals his plan to the Shierff: While he’s dueling Scrooge Sheirff can snatch the bank statment.. though why Scrooge didn’t you know, cash it before coming and how an american banks tatment is valid in early 1900′s Scotland...
So the Duel is on.. and like the money he’s made, the Duel is another Marker of how far Scrooge has come and how despite still not having made his fortune yet he’s rich with EXPERINCE. His experince fighting cattle rustlers and pirates means he has the reflexes to easily outfight his opponent.. though him saying he learned how to fight “Injun Style from Buffallo Bill”, i.e. learned how to fight like a native american from a white guy and beat Sitting Bull with it just makes me feel like i’m watching that episode of Saved by the Bell where Zach has to learn not to be racist but then thinks this outfit is acceptable.
Scrooge also tracks the guy using the tracking skills he learned from the blackfeet which again feel like the picture above , but send Argus running.. only to lure Scrooge into a fight on the castle battlemnt in the pooring rain and disarming him. Luckily the spirit of Sir Quackly gives the lad his sword back and Scrooge wins the fight.. but promptly gets hit by lighting while celebrating Caddyshack style.
No really Scrooge is.. or close as he got knocked into the water and is now in heaven. Sir Quackly naturally doesn’t want to see the last hope of the Clan McDuck dies and goes to talk to the tribunal of McDucks to sort it out hence the Matter of Life And Death connection.
The Tribunal is made up of former McDucks.. it turns out Scrooge is here because of Quackly: the lighting was SUPPOSED to hit the tower, distracting Argus, and they prepare to write Scrooge off because their more concerned with golf than the fact that their whole clan’s future is on the line.. which I do not get because unless you are Tiger Woods or the Film Caddyshack, golf usually is the boring garbage water of sports and this is from someone who dosen’t like sports to begin with. I do like the Missing Links of Moorshire though so there’s that. And golf episodes of shows are usually good.. the sport itself is just incredibly boring. And I sat through Mank. I know boring. I know wanting hours of my life back. Golf is the Mank of Sports.
What we get is a pretty tiresome sequence honestly: Quackly points out the tribuanls faults while their just dicks who only care about golf. Which again, Mank of sports. Or if you prefer the Cloud Atlas of sports but with SLIGHTLY less untetionall racisim and sadly much less Tom Hanks and Hugh Grant. The point is golf sucks and while I ilke the REST of this chapter this bit just dosen’t work for me and was clearly funnier in Rosa’s head, with the assholes not thinking much of Scrooge’s achievements and only liking him when they find out he’ll be a tight wad, the only funny joke in these draggy as hell three pages, not counting the start and finish of the sequence which arnet bad, as they send him back to earth with Quackly mentioning the dime, but not giving out WHY it’s important. That he has to figure out on his own and all that good stuff.
So Scrooge uses his dime to unscrew the bolts and back at the castle while Argus TRIES to pawn it off as Scrooge being a coward and depart with the bank draft....
Damnnnn that’s badass, he gets the bank note back (only knowing because one of his ancestors mentioned it, though with his memory of the dying dream gone he dosen’t know WHY), and has Fergus run into town to pay the taxes tonight before any other shenanigans happen while he keeps the two scheming dogmen captive long enough for Fergus to get too far for them to catch up. Argus plans to go with plan “Do a murder on Scrooge”.. but fines Scrooge is far from unprotected and not the only badass in his family.. I mean Hortense exists but I mean that ther’es more than two... you know what jut look at the ghost heads.
So the two run for their lives..... also they forgot you know Hortense exists.. she’d revenge murder all of them and they both know it.
So with the land safe and the taxes paid so the Family can implicitly move in, we end on a beautiful sunrise as Scrooge prepares to leave soon. Despite all the setbacks and hardship Scrooge is deterimend to still make it and knows he won’t fail forever. When Fergus mentions Gold at the end of a rainbow, Scrooge takes that, and the golden dawn as a sign. WHen Fergus understandably asks if he’s sure he’ll make it this time.. we get a nice nod to Bark’s best and most notable painting “always another rainbow to close us out”
It’s a beauitful and inspiring statment.. no matter what you face.. there’s always a light at the end of it. Always another opportunity, another goal to reach, another hill to climb.. and life to live... and it’s one i’ve taken to heart and always will.. and one that will land Scrooge his fortune yet.
Final Thoughts: This chapter is alright but like I said the two page sequence in heaven dosen’t really work for me. It’s just not funny enough and really shoudl’ve been trimmed down a page so we could get more character stuff with Scrooge and his family> Otherwise it’s a tightly paced thrilling chapter in Scrooge’s life, showing just how far he’s come and how far he has left to go. The DIsmal Downs chapter serve as a good marker of where Scrooge is and where he’s heading as I mentioned earlier, with this one showing that while he’s not hit his goal yet, he still got his family their true home back, beat his enmeis and is a legend to be. Ther’es always another rainbow.. and he just needs to find it. All in all a decent chapter outside those two pages, and a good setup for the next three glorious chapters.
Next Month on LIfe and Times: One is Scroogey and the other is FLINTHEART GLOMGOLD, as Scrooge meets his arch enemy and rides a motherfucking lion. And if “rides a motherfucking lion” doesn’t make you come back I do not know why you read this. Next Time On This BLog: What is that, that Freaky Thing? It’s A naked Mole rat as we return to Kauai this time with Kim Possible and Co as Drakken tries to capture stitch and Jumba wonders if Rufus is one of his or not.
See you at the next rainbow
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Could you please settle a debate between a friend and myself - do sandwitches exist? My thinking was that they fell under Earth/glass witchery, but my friend claims otherwise. Thank you!! ^-^
HA. I hadn’t really considered Sandwitches as an actual possibility...and I feel like they’d actually be either Stonewitches or Glasswitches. But hey, if someone wants to write fic about a Sandwitch, I ain’t stopping ‘em.
I WILL however stop them if I hear that joke one more time. “I know what you should name the next book. Sandwitch, haha!” *glares*
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