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squeakyfir · 2 years ago

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I'm your huckleberry (Tombstone 1993) (Doc Holliday)

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The joys of modern inventions and miracles are often taken for granted. Your hungry or thirsty? Get something from the fridge or make it. You need to go somewhere? Drive or call an uber. Your hurt? Go to the doctor.

Your bored? Watch a movie, play video games, watch videos on the internet, talk to people without ever leaving your house.

Some much time is in our hands... but back in the 19th century... you wouldn't last very long.

Diseases are rampant, gun violence is higher, no modern technology, barely any good medicine, almost all of your favorite food doesn't exist and most of the people are rude as hell. But... That doesn't mean all of them were so bad. Love was not something most people in this time really cared about. At least, in the town of Tombstone, Arizona.

After falling asleep with a nice looking stone you bought at a small stand at the carnival, your whole world becomes the opposite. Six people from the past discover you unconscious and alone in the blistering heat and offer help but it was their help that let you meet the most amazing man you've ever met.

John Henry "Doc" Holliday.

Chapter 6

Previous ~ Next

All that was happening made you start to enjoy the night life here in Tombstone. Everyone was drinking and enjoying themselves. Doc had gotten you a drink and you stood next to him while Wyatt was dealing the Faro table. He was doing a great job with earning more money at each game. "Well, were in the money buisness now" Wyatt said as he was counting his deeds at the bar. "Were turnin' into regular tycoons". Both you and Doc and Morgan were with him. "Think I'll call this one the Mattie Blalock. Mattie'd get a kick outta that one. That's her maiden name".

"And what a maiden. Pure as the driven snow, I'm sure" Doc said and then taking a drink.

"Hey, Doc, come on".

"It's just his style Morg" Wyatt said, "He doesn't mean anything". Wyatt had finished counting his deeds and you all made your way to another section of the bar through the crowd with Doc making sure you were right beside him. "Tell me something, my friend. I'm curious. Do you actually consider yourself a married man, forsaking all others" Doc asked to Wyatt.

"Yeah, pretty much. I mean, I was no angel when we met, but neither was she. People can change, Doc. Sooner or later, you gotta grow up".

"Where the hell is the fun in that" you asked. They all just quietly laughed at that remark. They all did automatically agree that growing up was essential but it also meant losing some things. "I see" Doc said, "And what would you do if she walked in here" Doc asked to Wyatt.

"She"?

"You know damn well who I mean. That that dusky-hued lady satan, that's who".

"Oh, I'd probably ignore her".

"Ignore her"?

"I'd ignore her" Wyatt clarified. "People can change Doc".

"I'll remember you said that" Doc said and then clinked his glass to Wyatt's glass. Wyatt was confused and was about to ask what he was talking about but then heard clapping and cheering. You all turned to look and it was the same woman who played the devil in the play wearing a nice silver dress. "Aw hell" you heard Wyatt utter.

"Oh, watch this, Morgan. This'll be hilarious" you said getting close to him with your newly poured drink. Morgan watched as the actress was being danced around the room and stopped right in front of you four. She smiled at Wyatt, gave a bow and asked for a dance. But all Wyatt did was turn away from her to see you and Morgan watching all this. The actress looked a bit upset at that but Sheriff Behan had approached her from behind and offered her a drink, to which she gladly accepted.

"Satisfied" Wyatt asked to Doc.

"I stand corrected, Wyatt. You're an oak".

You all started to make your way back to the Faro table and you whispered to Morgan, "I can see he wants to get in her pants, so badly". Morgan immediately started laughing and caught the attention of Wyatt and Doc. He wheezed for a moment and couldn't believe you said that. "What's wrong" Wyatt asked.

"Nothin'. Nothin'" Morgan replied and finally got his breath back. "What did she do" Wyatt asked annoyed. You played the innocent game. "I didn't do anything".

"Oh, I'm sure you didn't" he said sarcastically as you continued onward with you and Morgan silently laughing with each other. Once you all got back to the Faro table, more of the actor's had come inside the Saloon and they were cheered for their performances. It wasn't until a few cowboys came inside that things got a bit intense. A man had approached the Faro table and had asked for Wyatt Earps autograph. Just when Wyatt handed it back to the man, a cowboy had snatched the autograph and made the man back off.

"Wyatt Earp, huh? Heard of you".

Another cowboy came over to the Faro table and got close to his face to be all intimidating. "Listen now, Mr. Kansas law dog. Law don't go around here, savvy"?

"I'm retired" Wyatt said calmly.

"Good" said the cowboy who snatched the autograph. "That's real good" and then he placed some playing chips on the table.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's real good, law dog, 'cause law just don't go around here" said the cowboy who was trying to be intimidating.

"Yeah I heard you the first time. Winner to the king, $500" said Wyatt and Morgan handed over said amount of money. One of the cowboys was now staring at you and Doc but he was more focused on Doc. "Shut up, Ike". At this point, the whole Saloon was watching all of this happening and no one barely made a sound.

"You must be Doc Holliday" said the cowboy who was staring at you and Doc. Doc coughed a bit and replied, "That's the rumor".

"You retired too"?

"Not me. I'm in my prime".

"Yeah, you look it". Doc took another drink. "You must be Ringo. Look darlin', Johnny Ringo" he said looking at you and pointing at Johnny Ringo. "The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darlin', should I hate him"?

"You don't know him" you said quietly.

"No. That's true, but, I don't know, there's just somethin' about him. Somethin' 'round the eyes. I don't know. Reminds me of... me". Doc took a glance at you and saw you were getting a bit nervous. "No. I'm sure of it, I hate him".

"He's drunk" Wyatt said to try and keep things calm.

"In vino veritas" Doc said. It was definitely in another language.

"Age quod agis" Johnny replied. Doc perked up and they started to speak to each other in this language and than Johnny placed his hand on his gun which made Doc gently push you to the other side of him, right beside him and Wyatt. "In pace requiescat" Doc said.

"Come on, boys" said Fred White who came over to make sure things would stay calm. "We don't want any trouble in here, not in any language".

"That's Latin, darlin'. Evidently, Mr. Ringo is an educated man. Now, I really hate him".

Johnny then quickly pulled his gun out and aimed it at Doc. You flinched and tried to remain calm. "Easy, Johnny. I hear he's real fast" said one of the cowboys. Johnny reaimed his gun at Doc by twirling it which made some patrons laugh but Johnny then looked at you. Looks like he wants to show off. He started twirling his gun around his hand with ease, making everyone cheer him on to keep going. He made it look so simple as he finished it off by having his gun land in his holster making everyone cheer.

You looked at Doc and after he exchanged a glance at you, he did the same thing. Only this time, with a small metal cup. The same moves that Johnny did only Doc was doing this to mock him which made some people laugh, you especially. He finally finished doing his little show off making people cheer as well and you saying, "Ha! Suck on that"!

The cowboys stopped dead in their tracks since they were about to leave and walked right back to the Faro table. "Now who's whore is this" asked the cowboy who stole the autograph.

"I'm not your mother".

A lot of people gasped at your remark and Wyatt gave you a gentle nudge to back off but Doc was already enjoying this. "The hell did you say to me"?

"You heard me you filthy mother-fucker"!

That cowboy reached for his gun but Doc was much faster than him and drew his gun. "Hang on, Bill. Johnny, that could be the woman for you" said the cowboy known as Ike. Johnny made Bill lower his gun and then spoke to you. "I thought only woman actors wore pants. But you" he let out a breath, "Those clothes really make your feminine side pop out". He motioned to your breasts and he and the other cowboys laughed. You could then feel Doc use his other hand to pull you close to him while still keeping his gun drawn. "That won't be necessary. I'm not a sharin' man" Doc said.

You got as close as you could to Doc and still held onto your bravery to tell these men to leave you alone. "Come on, gentleman" Fred White said. "Let's let this go". The cowboys mentally agreed but before Johnny left, he said to you, "When your done with this fool, come and find me". He walked away and Doc lowered his gun but still kept you close. "Drinks are on me" Bill yelled which made everyone cheer.

"You alright" Morgan asked you.

"Yeah. I'm fine".

"Don't do that ever again" Wyatt said. "If we weren't in here, they would've killed you".

"They deserved it. They're idiots".

"I know they're idiots but they would've killed you. Just stay close to us and they won't hurt you" Wyatt said. Doc had released you but you still stayed close to him. The night had ended and Wyatt had to count the money they earned so he instructed Morgan and Doc to safely escort you back to his cottage. They stood on each side of you like bodyguards and kept their eyes peeled in case any cowboys were out and about. Luckily, none weren't out and they got you back.

Unfortunately, the only place for you to sleep is on the sofa, so after Morgan gave you a blanket and placed the pillows at the end of the sofa for you. You thanked them both and went right to bed by collapsing onto the sofa. They couldn't help but smile. God, you were strange but still enjoyable nonetheless.

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zaenight · 2 years ago

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CHAPTER 2

Luca and José sat in the dugout , cheering as the game was going on , untill Conrad Dean missed by a couple of ft , and his nightmare continues.

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I don't care if he's the captain of the Empires, Im

gonna say it , im gonna say what every one else is dancing around like paris hilton at a greek wedding,

it's time to yank conrad dean from the line up." The news guy said as Dean walked in.

Luca leaned against the wall thinking , José realized he was spaicing out shaking Luca's shoulder.

"give him a night off , what is this pony league that we gotta worry about hurting the guys feelings ?, This is new york!,Im here to tell you that a butt on the bench is the best motivational tool in baseball." The guy continued as Luca scoffed , Dean had his hands on his hips as the guys watched the screen.

"So lets pull dean before he pulls down the team and ruins the season and we're all done!" He exclaimed on tv.

"That's bull!" Luca exclaimed in a whisper,José nodded in agreement.

Lou shut of the television , putting the remote in the bin , as they went back to there buisness.

Luca noticed Pete going over to dean , She nodded to José the two going to continue their chores.

Passing her dad,who swatted both of their heads with a laugh.

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The next day,the guys were pitching at them.

"Yeah! what do you think abou that Rotisserie boy,I bet you could use someone like that on your team!" Ellis exclaimed to brad,the newest bat boy.

"Someone's offended." Luca said nudging José as he was Tossing a ball.

"como un bebe llorando." José laughed.

(like a crying baby)

"Who's your fantasy now!" Ellis exclaimed as the ball went over the wall.

"Little thin skin , Isn't he?" Brad questined the two as the walked over.

"Yo!,Yo!,Yo!,Check out dean over there,he's talking to that grounds keeper again!",thats the third time Me and Luca saw them together this week!" José pointed to Dean,who was speaking to the groundskeeper.

"So what?" Brad questioned,Luca scoffed and wacked his shoulder.

"So the groundskeeper has a wood shop below the stadium." José started.

"That's where they say a player goes to get a bat corked." Luca finished for him,Catching the ball José tossed.

"What's that got to do with Dean?" Pete questioned.

"Are you kidding?,¿Está bromeando?" Luca said with a dumbfounded stare.

"You drill out a bat , fill it with cork,lighter lumber , faster swing!" José exclaimed to him.

"Good bye batting slumps." Brad pitched.

"Yeah if you a cheated,but Dean doesn't cheat." Pete said .

"Oh please!" Luca exclaimed exagerating.

"You foreal?, Wake up little wooden boy!" José said tapping his finger against Pete's head.

"Knock it off!" Pete exclaimed.

"You can't buy everything these guys are sellin' to the public." Luca said with a scoff.

José spat on tbe ground , starting to talk as the four walked.

"You know the best hitter in the history of the gamers?" He questioned.

"No?" Pete said confused.

"No you don't, and neither do we,Cause he ain't been caught." José continued.

"It ain't cheating unless you get caught." Luca pitched , Brad dissapeared somewhere.

"Yeah well I know Dean,And he wouldn't do that." Pete said too them.

"Whatever you say scrub number Two." Luca pitched.

"Hey you know we should take bets in the clubhouse that Dean gets a hit in the series." José pitched to them and brad,who appeared again.

"Im feeling lucky,you in stretch?" Brad pointed to pete.

"What do you think?" Pete said dissapointed.

"Ai'ght Have it your way." Luca said cracking her neck.

"Hey!,but not a word to anyone,We'll be all up in your face,You go it?" José said getting up in Pete's face tapping his hat as the three ran off.

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The team stood hands and hats over there hearts , as the star spangled banner was being sung.

They cheered as the game started.

"Oh shit he got it!" Luca yelled jumping up , José and Luca cheered chest bumping,

José swore he felt padding.

"What?" Luca said as he stared.

"Nothin' ."José murmured as He got Luca in a headlock.

Afterwards they said the wanted to have a look at the bat Dean used,stopping Pete.

Dean ran to them seeing what was going on.

Luca and José watched as Dean argued with them.

"Damn!" Luca exclaimed whistling.

As Dean came into the dugout he grabbed a basket of baseballs and threw it at the wall.

grabbing a bat,he hit the lid off of the container of water.

José had unintentionally pushed Luca behind him,Luca was to busy watching Dean's fit of rage to notice.

"Check this one!" Dean exclaimed as he threw another bat to the ground.

His bat was taken to be examined,the others anxious.

It was now up to Ellis and her father.

"There gonna examine it after the game." Luca whispered to José who shrugged,asking if Luca was gonna stay at his tonight.

"You bet." Luca said.

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"Hey CT , Luca any news on Dean?" Pete questioned the next day.

Luca had stayed over at José's , The two talked about what was probably gonna happen to Dean.

"Yeah the league cut his bat open this mornin'." Luca replied.

"found nothing but solid ash." Her father finished.

"So,So it's over?,Great." Pete questioned relived.

"Yeah , Can't believe thought he was corking." Her father told him as the walked away.

"Yo José! You gotta try this!" Luca exclaimed,The two at the food table,Dean was talking to reporters,once again.

The guys doing there own things.

"Comes mucho hermano, ¿cómo diablos te mantienes en forma? Te va a doler el estómago, déjalo, necesito que vengas a hablar conmigo." José said wacking

Luca's hand away from the food.

(You eat alot bro , how the hell do you stay in shape?Your gonna get a stomach ache quit it,I need you to come pitch to me.)

"Pero, ¡tengo hambre, papá! ¡José me está matando de hambre!" Luca Exclaimed,Being dragged out of the clubhouse.

(But- im hungry , Pops! José's starving me!)

"Your always hungry,You'll live,Just don't eat at midnight,your like a gremlin!" José exclaimed with a laugh.

"You take that back you Ass!" Luca yelled chasing José,the two passed Pete,ignoring him,the two laughed running out onto the field.

"They're asshole's to us , but not eachother,what a couple of tools." Pete murmured to himself.

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whumper-boi · 3 years ago

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@whumpmasinjuly, prompt is “Sleep” 👹💅

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“Whumpee, Christ, you look like shit.” Caretaker pursed their lips, looking the flushed Whumpee up and down. “Are you feeling okay?”

They nodded, staggering slightly from the motion, something Caretaker didn’t miss. “I just didn’t sleep too well last night, that’s all.”

Whumpee’s voice was mumbled, weak, way too unlike them.

“You should have called in then. The buisness will run even if you’re gone for a day.”

They gave a crack-lipped grin. “Will it though? Gotta keep this place on its toes.” Caretaker didn’t find it too funny, and made that clear. Whumpee sighed. “Caretaker, seriously, I’ll be okay. I just need a cup of coffee and a minute.”

Caretaker wasn’t convinced, but ultimately ended up letting it go. “Fine. But let me go get you that cup.”

“You’re the best.”

They walked in opposite directions, Caretaker making their way to the breakroom to grab two mugs. They tried to tell themself to relax, but couldn’t help but feel like something was worse then it appeared.

They’d noticed in the last couple days the way Whumpee was dragging their feet more, slurring their words, they’d just looked more… exhausted. Caretaker asked once before, but Whumpee had shrugged it off and told them that they hadn’t gotten much sleep.

This was weird.

Before Caretaker could figure out a way to bring up the topic of their sleeping habits, there was a commotion in the other room.

“Holy shit, Whumpee!” They heard one of their coworkers yell. “Someone call an ambulance!”

They all but dropped the mug in their hand, running out to find worried faces crowded around an unconscious Whumpee.

Caretaker shoved their way forward, making their way to Whumpee. “Whumpee, fuck, what happened?” They pulled them into their lap, resting their head on their shoulder.

“I don’t know.” The same coworker who screamed said. “I was just walking their way and they looked awful, so I asked what was wrong and they,” Coworker motioned towards Whumpee.

“You idiot,” Caretaker whispered.

Medical help arrived shortly after, pulling Whumpee into an ambulance. One of the EMT’s asked if someone was riding, and Caretaker had quickly volunteered, though upon arrival they were forced into a waiting room as Whumpee was wheeled into another room.

“Caretaker?” Came a nurses voice almost an hour later. Caretaker jumped up, making their way over.

“Is everything alright? What happened?” They had to resist the urge to barrage the helpful nurse with questions, though was offered a empathetic smile.

The nurse looked at their clipboard. “Luckily for Whumpee, there’s nothing too major going on. Looks to just be a collapse from a mix of malnourishment, sleep deprivation, and… caffeine.”

Well they could’ve guessed the sleep deprivation, but they hadn’t been eating? “Oh.”

They nodded. “What’s your relation to Whumpee? I don’t mean to pry, I was just hoping we could find a possible reason as to why.”

“Ha, I was hoping you could tell me that. Er, I’m a close friend. We met several years ago, after I accidentally knocked them into a public fountain.”

The nurse nodded again, giving a small smile. “That’s cute. Did they happen to tell you about any history, mental illnesses, that you can think of?”

Caretaker pursed their lips and sighed. “No, Whumpee doesn’t really talk about their past.” All the memories they had were from since they met.

“Alright. Well they’re awake, and you’re welcome to go see them.” Caretaker thanked them, and (after asking for the room number) nearly ran to go find Whumpee.

When they arrived, Whumpee was hooked up to a machine, IV sticking out of their arm. They looked towards Caretaker, giving an embarrassed grin.

“Hi,” they muttered, eyes unable to meet Caretaker’s.

“Thank god you’re okay.” They closed the space between the door and the bed, pulling Whumpee into a tight hug. They briefly took note of the way they melted into it. “What happened?”

“Guess I didn’t get my coffee fast enough.” They grinned, but it didn’t quite reach their eyes.

“Mm, yeah, the nurse tells me that should actually slow your roll on the caffeine.” They nudged Whumpee’s hip to make them move, before sitting down. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Caretaker-“

They stopped them. “Whumpee. You are my best friend. I just want to make sure you’re okay, and this,” they motioned to the hospital room, “is not you being okay.”

Whumpee bit their lip, looking down at their lap. They seemed to be contemplating, before; “are you sure? It’s- I don’t know if you’d want to, you know, deal with me afterwards, I just-“

Caretaker grabbed their hand, giving a small squeeze.

They sighed, then squeezed back. “Okay. Some time ago, before we met, I knew this person named Whumper.

“We we’re really close, actually, and they liked everything I did. It was like, love at first sight. Looking back now that should’ve been the first red flag, I think.”

“One day, they picked me up from home, and said they were going to take me somewhere, and blindfolded me. I thought we were going to go somewhere, fun, you know?” Whumpee’s voice cracked.

“All I know is, I woke up in a dark room, tied to a chair, and… god…” they broke off, choking on a sob.

Caretaker rubbed their back soothingly. “You don’t have to keep going if you don’t want.”

“It’s fine.” They wiped their eyes. “I’ll spare you the details of what happened, but I was there for almost a full year. A full fucking year.”

“The only reason I got out was ‘cause I managed to shove something in the lock from one of our last ‘sessions’.” Air quotes were used at the word.

“I ran home, to my parents. They didn’t fucking believe me, told me I did it to myself. How could I do all that to myself?!” They were freely crying now, and Caretaker listened, pulling them close.

“So I grabbed what I could, went as far as I could with what I had, and started over. It was okay for a little, but then came the nightmares, and the loneliness. God it was lonely. I was tired man, and I was actually planning to, you know…”

Caretaker pursed their lips. They didn’t know any of that about Whumpee, they always seemed so carefree.

Whumpee let out a wet chuckle. “I was on my way to do it, and here you come, head in the damn clouds, pushing me into a goddamn fountain.”

“The reason I haven’t been able to sleep is because of the nightmares. They’re coming back, and I don’t know what to do. So I figured, I’d avoid them. If I wasn’t sleep I wouldn’t feel them. You can see how well that went.”

Whumpee sighed, wiping at their face once more. “So there. My traumatic backstory.” They looked towards Caretaker, face falling.

Caretaker was stunned, they didn’t know how to feel, but Whumpee was turning away, shame burning on their features.

“Whumpee…”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, hey,” they held Whumpee’s face looking them dead in the eye. “I’m sorry that happened, and I will never leave you alone like that. You are my best friend.”

Whumpee looked down again. “But I-“

“I don’t care, I’ve already made it my problem. I love you Whumpee, and I’ll be here no matter what.”

Their eyes collected with tears again. “Thank you.”

Caretaker smiled. “Why don’t you come stay with me for a bit? I’ll watch over you. Don’t make that face, I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Whumpee rolled their eyes, but gratitude filled their expression. “If you insist your highness.”

“Good, you deserve to get some sleep.”

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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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The Legend of the Three Caballeros: Dope-A-Cabana Review (Commissioned by WeirdKev27)

Salduos Amigos! Since i’m covering a full series, i’d like to welcome any newcomers to the first part of the epic final stretch of THE RIDE OF THE THREE CABLLEROS! For those of you just joining us, a few months back WeirdKev27, easily my biggest supporter as the only one who comissions any reviews from me, asked if I could do a big project for him: a comission of EVERY major american apperance of those three happy chappies in matching serapes. Give i’ve ALWAYS loved the boys ever since house of mouse and had been sitting on Legend of the Three Cablleros for far too long, more on that in a minute obviously, I happily agreed. Plus the rather nice influx of cash from the comissions was very welcome. If your intrested in comissioning your own, hit me up via my direct messages. It’s 5 dolalrs an episode, though I do do discounts on orders of 3 or more, and 10 for a movie, with again discounts for orders of more than one. And yes that plug was very shamless, but again I have no other job than this. Back to the point these reviews have taken me on a wonderful journey: I got to rewatch the movie and revel in the fun songs, acid trips and super horny Donald Duck, got to both revisit one of Don Rosa’s best story and read another all time classic from the man I hadn’t before, took a trip back to the house of mouse to hear some great songs and see some great cartoons.. and some not so great ones, took a small detour to Mickey and The Roadster Racers to be baffled and annoyed though I am proud to say it was my first review back after I came down with Cornovirus and lost a week of work time. And finally I covered the town where everyone was nice, and got to see the boys have a joyous reunion with Donald and be lushly animated while.. Dewey jackassed around in a B-Plot and Webby resisted the urge to throat chop him. It’s been a long ride and you can find all of it is so far RIGHT HERE IN THIS CONVIENT LINK ! CLICK IT NOW IF YOUR CURIOUS. Point is while this was well paid for.. it’s easily one of the projects i’ve been most proud of and while i’m sad to see it winding down, i’m proud of what i’ve done so far, and I just wanted to heartily thank Kevin for the ride and for being so generious as to fund the whole damn thing. Your a good dude man.

Which brings us here, to the grand finale. The Legend of the Three Caballeros! As the boys first starring roll as a group since the movie, there was really no other way this retrospective could end, and since I have a terrible problem with procastination and really hated this series version of daisy I just kept pushing back watching the series until now. I’m not proud of it but I am happy to correct it and hope you’ll all come along with me. Before we get started I could not find much background on the show. It was directred by Matt Danner who was the character designer for the utter classic Xiaoilin Showdown and currently works on the Muppet Babies reboot, so i’m happy he’s still getting work. Otherwise I couldn’t find much. The most I could was on tv tropes, claming the series was orignally meant for Netflix.. and while I have no proof and this could easily be conjecture.. i’m inclined to belivie it. The series was apparently done long before the Ducktales reboot, to the point Frank Angrones was only vaguely aware of it and it didn’t even remotely impact the series, with Panchito and Jose only debuting in Season 2 because the original idea for bringing them in was scrapped. So while I don’t have proof.. I’m inclined to belivie it since it makes sense: Disney DID have a healthy relationship with Netflix once, setting up the MCU shows and likely being happy there.. but eventually they wanted their own corner of the sky, and likely didn’t want one of their shows bolted to the network like all their marvel shows were. The problem this created though is Disney was CLEARLY left with a show they no longer had a place for. But even with that the show was still done, they COULD have put it on the Disney Now app or just aired it on the Disney Channel. See if there was any fan intrest in season 2 or throw one into production to at least beef up the episode count. I mean the Cabs have a built in fanbase, kids would likely love it... it’s the logical choice. But this is Disney. They’ve had to be drug kicking and screaming into representation, to the point they had to be fought for the gay romance subplot in owl house to happen, try to hide that the Sparkshort “Out” is about a gay man struggling with coming out despite having you know reams of content on the service with either gay subtext or out and out gay characters, and their attempts at doing representatoin to score points in other little ways.. have been pathetic, easily missable bits in movies that could , and have been, edited out in more homophobic countries. My point is yeah i’m still sore about how they and a LOT of the animation industry have to be dragged into doing the right thing over profit, and they often make very stupid decisions for seemingly no reason. They are a good company a good chunk of the time.. but Disney has done fucked up quite a bit. This is one of those times. Instead they dumped the show on the Disney Life app in the phillipines and slowly some other countries, basically the Disney Now equilvent over there, and then just sort of forgot about it until Disney Plus launched. And given how many shows they HAVEN’T put on the streamer for again, seemingly no reason, it is a nice suprise the show finally got a release on there in the US. But before that, and proving what a massive mistake just abandoing the show was, the show did gather a massive fanbase via people uploading the episodes online. So yeah the show was treated REALLY shittily for stupid reasons, but thankfully it still has a fanbase to this day and said shabby treatment, as it always does, just encouraged fans to support it harder. So naturally i’m more than happy to give the series some spotlight as fanbase or no, it badly needs it and Disney sure as hell dosen’t want to do it. So if somebody’s gotta do it, might as well be me. This is the Legend of the Three Cablleros. We open on some narration from Xandra, Goddess of Adventure. Granted she hasn’t been identified yet, and won’t be till next episode.. buuuut it’s easier on me to not have to dance around her name so your learning it now. But Xandra narrates that long ago there were epic battles against the good and the evil and all that by epic heroes, and it’s all cumilated in the Legend of the Three Cablleros. Post title drop we’re treated to the boys, in cool looking armor and with neat weapons, fighting a purple monster man as you do in an really beautiful and epic sequence As this scene illustrates the animation for this show is GORGEOUS, a lavish update of the standard disney style with nice use of shadows. It feels almost film quality in it’s work, and it’s an utter treat to watch and opening at the end was a good call: it both ratchets up excitement and allows the first ep to have some action since this one, as part of a two part premiere, is mostly setup. It’s eyecatching, exciting and makes you want to know what the hell is going on. And since Xandra realizes MAYBE starting the story at the climax was a bad idea, she takes us back a bit.

Okay maybe not that far. No we open properly at Donald’s house, where it’s his birthday! And like the movie, it’s Friday the 13th, an excellent call back. Donald’s making his breakfast, boliling some tea and.. talking with the weird foced warped refelection in the kettle who can apparently only say “right back at you handsome, wink”. Seriously I have so many questoins and all of them are about what this guy is, why is Donald so calm about all of this, and is he still alive after Donald destroys his tea kettle later. Donaldo gets a call from Daisy, whose visting to spend the day with him and is waiting patiently int he bad part of town. I didn’t know Duckburg had a bad part of town but given Glomgold has to get his sharks and bombs somewhere, i’m not surprised. Unless he special orders them, but even then what if he needs a shark or a bomb in a hurry? He’s gotta get them somewhere and now we know where. So there’s that. So all’s going well until Donald’s asshole boss calls and forces him to come in despite Donald having the fucking day off and it presumably being on the schedule. So Donald rushes to work, and we do get some great gags but as you’d expect for Donald it goes poorly and he botches a kid’s haircut despite the mother being very rude.. and also a female version of pete. LIke.. did he remarry after the divorce from peg or is that his sister? Does that mean PJ and PIstol have a cousin I never knew about? I want answers dammit.. and picutures of spider-man. Not for any slander job I just really like spider-man.

Eh it’ll do.As i’m doing a full series this time i’m stopping to talk about the main cast as we go soooo.... Tony Anselmo is naturally Donald, even pitching in to consult the crew on Donald’s characterization here, as really what better expert is there? He’s voiced Donald since the original Ducktales and has stuck with the roll since, only taking a break for Mickey and the Roadster racers and that’s likely because between finishing up this series and the Mickey Mouse shorts, and moving on to Ducktales 2017, he likely simply didn’t have the time for it. Granted given how little he was used in the first season of the show, he probably still could’ve done it but regardless, he’s a legend. Daisy is voiced by Tress Macneile, who not only has voiced the character since House of Mouse and is easily the best voice for her, but is also one of the most storied and legendary va’s in the buisness, having been at this since the 80′s with zero signs of stopping. Just to name a few of her more notable roles, in chronological order; Gadget Hackenwrench, Babs Bunny, Agnes Skinner, Charlotte Pickles, Dot Warner (Which as of last year she’s picked up again and will do the same for Babs, just in case you thought i was exagerating on the “zero signs of stopping” thing), Pookie from Hey Arnold, Mom, Hoodsey Bishop, and Queen Oona among MANY, MANY smaller rolls. I didn’t even realize Charlotte or Hodsey were here, she’s that talented and deserves all the praise.. and way better rolls as Daisy than this one but we’ll both get to that and thankfully much like with Tony, the reboot’s giving her character some depth to work with so she gets to reallys tretch her chops. The woman turns 70 here, will likely keep going until she dies, and is wonderful and deserves more respect.

So because this is Donald, life wont’ stop punching him in the face and it turns out his house burned down, the fire people are destroying everything because their assholes, seriously they destroy both a family heirloom and a picture of his parents despite not being on fire. I’d be genuinely suprised if their general strategy wasn’t scremaing “fire, fire fire” and then going “rock rock rock” while they throw rocks on it. Super brucey bonus prize for the first person who gets that refrence and comments on it. I’ll get back to this in a second but SOMEHOW, beisdes loosing his home, all his possesions and his job... it gets even WORSE and Daisy calls, refuses to listen to him despite him having VERY valid excuses and breaks up with him. Oh and then the fire fighters gladly talk about going home to their in tact houses and partners.

So yeah let’s talk about this. This first 6 or 7 minutes.. is why I didn’t return to the show for a while. My brain has a bad habit of glomming onto certain parts of things, so it remembered the rough to sit through and not very funny first act.. and not the rest of the episode which is very good and likely more indiciative about how good the series is. Thankfully it does get better but this first act .. frames things like it’s DONALD’S fault somehow. I mean yes he did burn his house down.. but even that really isn’t his fault. He was called away suddenly, wasn’t thinking and made a mistake. Hell he proabably woudl’ve had more left if the fire department hadn’t gone crazy with the axes. His being called into work? He took the day off, and his boss was just a dick. His screwing up at the job? he was genuinely trying his best and doing his best and the client was just wholly unresonable. Donald did nothing wrong but the episode WANTS to frame him like some sort of screwup.. which he is, it’s Donald.. but not in this case. It was just a string of uncomfortable to watch bad luck that cumilates in him having nothing left. It’s not funny, it’s jsust really sad and it’s REALLY hard to tell the tone their going for as they seem to awkwardly bounce from jokes to Donald being utterly devistated and alone.

And the worst of this.. is Daisy. Daisy is EASILY the most infamous part of the show, as their portryal.. is pretty bad and apparently gets worse. We’ll see as we go but yeah.. her screaming at and breaking up with her boyfriend without listneing to his side and giving the claim we only have HER word on that he’s always screwing up, ON HIS BIRTHDAY no less, when he’s done nothing wrong, does not make a good first impression nor the fact the show seems to AGREE WITH HER. And look Donald is a trainwreck, this is true.. but the show dosen’t remotely portray him as one until AFTER this scene. As I said nothing that happened was his fault. Donald isn’t irresponsible or a screwup or dating a high schooler or anything. He isn’t Scott Pilgrim. He just has really bad luck. Again, we do see some foibles in the scenes to come.. but we don’t see any that would justify her claims, especially since she seemed perfectly happy earlier with him. Now if she’d say brought up some screwups in the first scene, and gently at that, then this would’ve worked.. but as it stands she just comes off as MASSIVELY unsymapthetic.. especially since Donald later calls her nieces over for help, which is objectively weird not gonna lie.. so she now KNOWS he had to move to a new house and his likely burned down.. yet still apparently has nothing good to say about him.

It didn’t help this rubbed me the wrong way in a very special way. As i’ve made plain before I don’t like THIS version of Daisy, the nagging, selfish, vindictive asshole who will gladly try and cheat on donald, dump him at a moments notice and you know PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE. Which just in case you think i’m exagerating...

She fucking upercutted him..and like here for something that isn’t his fault. I mean this Daisy isn’t physically beating Donald.. but that’s a VERY low bar to clear. And emotional abuse is just as bad, so there. My point is too often in the comics when written poorly, Daisy is a pretty terrible person and I REALLY didn’t want a screen adaptation of this form of Daisy. It took a WHILE to recover from not liking daisy over this version, with help from remembering house of mouse, some good barks story with her and the AMAZING Ducktales version and the suprisingly good Quack Pack version.. I did. But yeah.. this is not a good sign of things to come for the character in this show.

So yeah Donald’s heart is in the basement and his week is at an all time low when a post man shows up and gives him a letter.. well puts it in the box for a good gag but semantics. But the letter turns around as his ancestor Clinton Coot left him an inhertance for his 3Xth birthday: a house of some kind in the swanky neighboring town of New Quackmore. And i’ll also say.. it’s REALLY nice that for once, we focus on the Duck side of Donald’s legacy, or rather the coot but semantics, instead of the McDuck part. Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love the clanmcduck, always will and I love Ducktales exploration of it.. but it’s still nice to acknowledge Donald comes from two sides and while one of those may be humble farmers, they still accomplished a lot, including founding Duckburg in most continuities including presumably this one. It’s also a good way to seperate thigns from other properties including the reboot: focusing on a part of Donald’s lineage that isn’t usually touched on and making THEM just as badass as the other side.

So we get a quick montage as Donald takes a cab there and takes in the rich and fancy sights. It’s also a brilliant way to set up New Quackmore and it’s attached instutite as a fancy, upperclass place.. and thus perfectly clash it with Donald. Donald ends up getting dropped off at a big mansion.. which is not his , but belongs to the insittutes head, Baron Von Sheldgoose, played by WAYNE KNIGHT.

Hell. Yes. I freaking love Wayne Knight. In case you don’t know who the man above is, or at least don’t recognize his face, Wayne Knight is a very funny and talented actor and voice actor with a lengthy career primarily in side rolls, with the rolls that he broke out with being loveable asshole and Jerry’s enternal nemisis Newman on Seinfeld and Dennis Nedry, aka “that guy who got sprayed acid in his face by those horrifying frilled dinosaurs that will never not haunt my nightmares”. Seriously that scene fucked me up as a kid and I could not watch that part of the movie. For the most part he’s been a side character man but he has done a LOT of voice work, most notable Zurg in Buzz Lightyear of Star Command, Dojo for the aformentioned and excellent Xiaolin Showdown, and Mr. Blik for Catscratch and I wish he’d do more. He also recently voiced the penguin in Harley Quin so when I get to that you better belivie i’m looking forward to it. Point is while he may not always get the glory, and had to settle for starring in a mediocre tv land sitcom to get a steady paycheck once, the man is VERY talented, very funny and perfectly cast here.

So Donald makes himself home, finds out it’s not HIS home and gets thrown out by the snooty rich asshole’s bodyguards. As you’d expect. Donald does find HIS home, a run down cabana next door to the mansion with caution tape all over. Still Donald takes it best he can as it’s better than no home at all> What he doesn’t take well is finding out from the executor of the will that he’s not the only one inheriting the house... which is absolutley fair. The guy just had the worst day of his life, and this lady didn’t bother to put in the letter to any of them that they were sharing the house. The Sheldgoose thing was just an average Donald screw up. This is just this lady going...

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But yes we meet our boys.. and the introductions are naturally given this series is about them the best we’ve gotten so far: Jose is thrown off a bus, having ran out of fair, and having wooed all the ladies on board, and quickly charms the executor and is perfectly cordial to Donald, while Panchito parachutes out of a plane and marvels at how he went from nothing to having two new best friends, a run down shack and a sleezy lawyer! In short the two make a great first impression, helped by wonderful casting. Jose is voiced by Eric Bauza, a talented voice actor whose had WAY too many roles to list here, but two of the most notable are being the current voice of Bugs and Daffy, and his most notable role outside that recently has been playing Splinter in Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. But the guy is endlessly talented, seems really nice, and is easily one of my faviorite Jose’s so far after just one episode. He just.. gets the character perfectly and is thankfully NOT another white guy stepping into the role, so that’s nice. He easily oozes the charm and layabout nature Jose and was a natural in the role and i hope he gets to take it up again at some point. Speaking of naturals we have Jamie Camil as Panchito, who easily steps into the guys boundless energy and the sterotpical bits are swapped out for making him a cloud cuckoolander instead, which I genuinely love and fits the character perfectly. He’s best known for CW Soap Jane the Virgin, where his charcter Rodrigo just sounds like a delight, but has recently picked up a pretty good voice acting career, vocing Don Karnage in the Ducktales reboot, Globgor in Star vs the Forces of Evil and Todd’s Stepdad George in Bojack Horseman. I only hope he gets more voice work as he’s really damn great at it and it’s wonderful to get to see him in a role that’s not limited to a few episodes at best for a change.

So Donald’s less than happy about this, again it’s hard to really be that mad at him when he’s had a really, REALLY bad day and wasn’t told about this, but it’s kept to just the light level of grumpy as to not make him unlikeable. Granted after that intro it’d take a LOT to make him unsympathetic, but after their version of Daisy I really dont’ want to test this series. Our boys also find out they have a groundskeeper, ari, aka THE ARCUAN BIRD! He’s just a delight any time he pops up, doing his usual “ya ta ta ta” bit, and being adorable and hilarioius as always.. and also hilariously failing to fix the boys door. So Donald ends up just accepting he has roomates now, nothing he can do, and the three explore the house finding all sorts of cool old artifacts, feeling they’ve stumbled onto something specail. And you know what that means: YARD SALE! Seriously it feels like a bit out of Wet Hot American Summer or Stella, a series from the same creators you really should check out and that is high praise, trust me.

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I wish this series was streaming somewhere.. I mean we finally got Clone HIgh streaming Viacom, get on that. Anyways, it’s just.. fucking hilarious, and a LOT of this episode is once we walk back from the writers kicking donald in the junk and acting like it was his fault. Once Donald gets his inhertiance, the episode picks up immensley and we see the shows real charm and hilarirty fly, with jokes coming at a rapid and wonderful pace. The show really did impress me with the second half and made me utterly excited for tommrow.. or I guess today’s, look at the follow up. But we’re still in this episode and being a rich asshole, Sheldgoose isn’t happy about a yard sale, though given this series standards, we not only get some great deliveres from Knight of an outraged “A YARD SALE?!”... but a wonderful gag where Sheldgoose out to white guy it up and yell at them over this..accidently takes a wrong turn in his massive house, and turns around, not loosing how upset he is once. Meanwhile, we meet.. April, May and June. Yeah apparnetly Della isn’t dead or lost in this continuity, so the boys are MIA, and are instead replaced by Daisy’s Nieces, who I hope show up in the reboot before it ends. Especially since the show makes them WAY more tolerable than classic huey dewey and louie and instead enjoyable like Ducktales HDL. While not as indvidual as those three, the three are still idendtical outside of outfits, their voice actress Jessica DiCicco uses her consderiable talents and experince to give each one a unique voice, so while they all share a voice actress, none of them sound alike. And to round out our main cast for now, as our last members will be joining us fully next time, let’s talke about Jessica DiCicco. Jessica is a very talented and increasingly prolific voice actor and if you haven’t heard of her, and you probably have, you’ve defintely heard her voice. Starting out with Disney, hence why the probably called on her for this, she did the voices of Maggie for the Buzz on Maggie and Melina for Emperor’s New School before breaking out as Flame Princess on Adventure Time, whose both one of my faviorite characters from the show and one we’ll be digging into starting next month. And not one to rest easily she picked up a second set of iconic rolls vocing Lynn and Lucy Loud on The Loud HOuse, and funnily enough using those voices for two of the girls here. And along with Loud House she’s also currently starring in it’s Pony and is int he main cast of Close Enough as Candace. My point is she’s exceedingly talented.. as is this whole cast, as it’s a DAMN excellent cast and just further sells that this series deserves better. We’ll get into the girls more next time as they don’t do much here other than get called in by Donald for help, with what I saw of episode 2 fleshing them out more. Point is Sheldgoose offers a million dollars for the cabana and all it’s stuff and the boys are glad to sell.. they just have to find something Sheldgoose desperately wants, a mysterious golden atlas encrusted with Jewels. Our heroes head in to find it with Panchito finding it, and being very specific about it. We also get a nice call back to Ari destroying the door as Jose cleverly calls on him to destroy the lock. So our heroes open the book... and a goddess pops out and threatens to kill them all.

Final Thoughts: Dope-A-Cabana is a decent intro the series, but as i’ve said it’s heavily hampered by a weak and mean spirited first act. But once it gets going it REALLY gets going and as part 1 one of a two part pilot, it does it’s job well once it does get going: introducing our three boys and one of our antagonists well and setting up the side cast and preparing for our last to major additions Next Time: The Boys go on their first adventure, Sheldgoose finds a boss and the girls find their voice. Thanks for Reading, Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye.

#the legend of the three caballeros #The Three Caballeros #donald duck #Jose Carioca #panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzalez #panchito pistoles #xandra #april duck #may duck #june duck #baron von sheldgoose #daisy duck #pete pete #disney plus #disney channel #animation #disney

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eternitas-archive · 4 years ago

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Oh one more thing before I leave

It’s just my two cents but I really gotta speak it into the world.

This is gonna be LONG so here have a read more

You all are hypocritical cherry pickers that want fandoms and communities to cater to your interests and morals

And let me tell you honey, that is gonna ruin not only your own experience, but everyone elses.

Lemme adress some things

Why y’all so ready to cry wolf when someone ages up a character?

The discourse is probably as old as this fucking community. It happens every other month and I am sick of it. “If you age up characters you are a pedo uvu sorry I don’t make the rules.” yes you do. You literally made up your own fucking rules about this. “Well you are shipping with a minor!” they’re aged up. “But you still ship with a minor!!”

Okay by that logic, why are we allowing all these other shippers doing their thing? The people that ship with Sans from Undertale that is a skeleton? I mean he is still just a skeleton linking him strongly to the image of death so necrophilia much?

What about the people shipping with inanimate objects? The people shipping with transformers? Those are aliens and or vehicles? Yeah that is mechanophilia.

What about people who ship with f/os that have animalistic features? I mean they are mainly antropomorphic but they still are animals. Beastiality

“No wait that is all dif-”

How about the people shipping with villains and criminals? Clearly that means they endorse that shit irl.

What about the people that ship with people MUUUCH older than them? some millenia or hundreds of years? or just 20? clearly endorse predatory behavior

While we’re at it what’s up with people shipping with divine beings? Angels? Demons? Sounds like blatant blasphemy to me

Do I want you to double down so you can prove yourself right? NO! I want you to understand that you guys are cherry picking and not understanding correlation between topics! Are there legit pedos on tumblr? yes. is it a strangers job to care for all the minors out there? no? If I go into a park it is not my job to hold an eye out for all kids that there are. I am not their parent, guardian or otherwise a person with any responsibility towards them. Same for people on the internet. I will do my shit and keep to myself. and if I happen to enjoy stuff for myself that is my right. Do I halt at a red light bc I want to be a good example for kids so they don’t learn bad behavior? Can I stop every person that crosses a red light and hold them a long ass lecture about how they endorse dangers in the streets? No.

“But there are minors on the internet!” Yes, I am aware, they will always be, always have been, your point?

“We need to make a safe space for the kids!” No we don’t? people need to follow the Terms of Service of a platform and honestly most people that reblog nsfw stuff even clearly state that minors should not interact.

“No like, YOU need to be on your best behavior bc there could be a minor anywhere!”

Since when did I become these minors parent? Since when did someone push these kids into my lap and say “your responsibility now”?

You need to understand that you can’t always just get upset at stuff EXISTING

nsfw fics are usually tagged and marked accordingly, most people that engage in a lot of nsfw stuff usually have “minors don’t interact” on their blog somewhere. Some even BLOCK people that follow them and are clear minors, that’s some DEDICATION.

But I have seen posts catering to FUCKING WRITERS saying “pls keep nsfw out of ur imagines and reader fics :)))) for the minors, otherwise I cant reblog it.” If you want to cater to your minor audience sure, but I can not stress enough how you can not tell others how to run their shit. Yes, you can suggest that to the imagine writers or writers in general but it is their right to say “no I run it like I want to” and proceed with their shit. And there is nothing you can do about it. Besides if minors really want some nsfw, trust me they WILL find it. Should we therefore police everyone and stuck them into horny jail? No.

“haha look at this lame ass adult getting upset they can’t be predatory anymore bc they are being called out on their pedophilia”

Idk how to tell you that it’s none of your fucking buisness what my personal history is and that you have no claim outside of “aging up is pedophilia” but sure go off, bc I am “upset I can not be predatory” anymore and not just outraged people are throwing around unreasonable claims.

Why would I even age up a character if pedophilia is about being into MINORS? Why would I age a character up if the WHOLE THING about pedophilia is that they are kids????

“Okay but then it’s predatory!” There is a point that depictions of an adult dating someione who is “barely legal” normalizes predatory behavior, but honestly, why is that MY responsibility? And who says I age them up to be barely legal? My social media/tumblr/ selfship experience is a very private thing. It’s a very personal thing, so why tf do I need to cater it to people who are NOT ME? When I do that it’s because I want to do it, not because I need to fill some moral obligations. (and yet I can say that YES caring about lgbt, other religious, non white selfshippers and boosting them is something generally people should do)

Like there is a thing about fiction. It doesn’t age like normal people. When I started to love one of my f/os we were the same age. The series eventually ended, it didn’t progress in real time, so I grew up while they stayed their age. And guess what! none of this backstory is any of your god damn buisness!! I don’t OWE it to you as much as writers and others don’t owe their trauma to you just so you can “give them permission” to deal with their trauma through selfshipping or writing. Who do you think you fucking are?

Fiction is not reality. And I am sick being stuck in medevial dark ages europe where people believed everything on a stage to be real life. Where actors were not allowed to exist and the people that did act and depicted a bad guy were generally shunned and hated by everyone bc they didn’t distinguish between fiction and reality.

Does fiction have an effect on reality? Yes. Jaws had repurcussions. Even the german novella “Die Leiden des jungen Werthers” had about a dozen suicides following the lead of the main character. 50 shades had an effect. 13 reasons why had an effect. But that doesn’t mean what you believe it means.

In the end I can not take the role of these minors parents to educate them and look after them. It shouldn’t be my job. And yes there are a lot of scummy adults on the internet. Like a LOT. But you need to understand that the internet will NEVER be a child safe place. And most adults take precautions already!

But fics aren’t for morality lessons. Fics aren’t for sex education. Fics aren’t there to be a fucking HOLY BOOK. Fics are just creative writing. And selfshippers are just there to have a bad time. And if they act out SURE call them out but otherwise just leave them tf alone?

“No no, what you write is what you actively endorse uvu”

Then say good bye to Horror and thriller. Say good by to books involving cheating. Say good bye to books in which anyone ever gets harmed. Say good bye to books ever even mentioning any problematic topic that isn’t 100% uwu pure

“Wait no that is different-”

How is it? Is it only problematic when you get off of it? Is that your argument? Are we going the christian route of condemning being sexually free and enjoying something that is legit a very important thing to a lot of people? (yes to asexuals their LACK of sexual attraction can also be a very important topic bc they have the right to express that without being condemed for not wanting to BONE or not being able to get horny by looking at bodies.)

Yes the over fetishization of certain topics is problematic, yes there is a lot of toxicity when it comes to porn and that shit, but kinks are just kinks.

“So you say pedophilia is just a kink!”

No. Pedophilia is aweful and no child should ever suffer through that sort of exploitation.

“But you say rape is just a kink!”

No. Real life rape is aweful and whoever rapes another human being deserves death full stop.

“You just said-”

YES! I know what I said! A lot of people hate real life stuff that they endorse in fiction. Some people are into pissing and shitting into each other! Some people are into hardcore bondage! And they all have their own histories, their own lifes and it’s their fucking thing? Do I want death on all rapists? Yes. Do I sometimes have questionable fantasies that might involve non con or dubious consent? Yes, so? Do I have my reasons for that? Yes, it’s none of your gd buisness?

It all always boils down to entitlement. Y’all need to understand that you can’t just run around demanding everyone to cater to your bullshit. You can not run around accusing people of pedophilia just because they would like to see themselves date a fictional character, but in their age.

If it makes you uncomfortable then don’t follow and interact with those people but you don’t need to pretend to have some moral high ground so you are the better person. You can just... have dislikes?

Even so, as I make this post I can not speak in broad terms because each case, each person is individual. Maybe some get off on shit and endorse it, how should I know? Maybe someone out there is fighting for not policing and censoring stuff because they actively want more pedo content, I don’t know, I am not the CIA or FBI?

It’s also none of my buisness. Is it aweful that these people exist? yeah. Are they prone to be on tumblr? probably? Are they that selfshipper that ages up their f/o so they can smooch? Unlikely.

People have their reasons. Their backstories, and none of that should have to be layed open just to get a strangers “okay” for shipping with the fictional character that makes them happy.

so uuuh before I leave

tldr: y’all full of shit and aging up is not pedophilia, you are just trying to give yourself some moral highground. you sound like a flatearther lol.

Gates closed, bitches

#and with that I abandon this sideblog for good. gbyeeeeee y'all insufferableeeeeee #except for aurora #she is a sweetheart and i support her

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suilinbride · 5 years ago

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For shufflemancy I would appreciate some clues or insight into my plans for future employment, possibly self-employment. Thanks!

Hey there!

I hope you didn’t think I forgot about you or anything like that! I apologize for how long it took me to do this reading and to get back to you with it. Things has been so crazy between the moment you asked me for a reading in kind and now.

I had to help my mom to the hospital and we almost lost her at one point.

Thankfully they caught what was wrong in the nick of time and she’s now all but fully healed from the same thing that took the life of her sister almost an exact year prior.

And because of that, I spent a good while taking care of her while she was healing from her health problems.

And I fell sick with something along the way as well.

And in the middle of all of that, my brothers and I started working on tearing down and rebuilding bathroom as the tiling was coming a part before our eyes, the shower was falling a part, and it turned out that the wood in that part of the house was rotten almost down to the foundation.

So as you can tell, I’ve been super busy.

And, somewhere along the way, my computer sent the original version of your reading that I had finished and half typed straight into oblivion. So I had to start from scratch all over again.

I was also doing the same kind of reading for someone else at the same time, shufflemancy I mean, so I was going back and forth doing bits and pieces of each of your readings as I found time between all of the recent chaos and crises. Well when I was well enough anyway.

Honestly, I’m not quite happy with how this reading turned out. It’s not my best work I can say that for sure and I was struggling with parts of it. I apologize about that.

I’ll also go ahead and apologize in advance if Tumblr smashes all the paragraphs together. It tends to do that to any of my posts when I’m answering asks. I can fix it if I answer them and post them publically but I’m unable to do that privately.

I know this reading is rough. I only have wordpad to work with until I can get my hands on a much better word processor.

Anyway, regarding any insights or clues about any future occupational oppertunities, be they working for someone else or instead working for yourself, I listened for and received the following songs for you:

“Talking to God,” by Hurt. “What a Shame,” by Shinedown. “Polly,” by Nirvana. “Phase,” by Breaking Benjamin.

“Natural Life,” by Breaking Benjamin. “Intro,” by Staind. “Live you Life,” Tantric. “Gasoline,“by Audioslave.

I divided the songs I received for you for your reading into two groups, with the first group of four songs dealing more with possibly being employed by someone else, while the second group of four songs deals more with the possibility of you being self employed, as it were.

For the first song of the first grouping of four songs I received for you, I listened for and received the song “Talking to God,” by Hurt.

An interesting note regarding this song in the context of your reading, I received this song twice, with this song coming up as the first song for the series of readings I did for you, the first one my computer sent to oblivion while I wasn’t paying attention, while the second time was when I listened for the songs for this second attempt at doing a reading for you.

While this song is generally about family abuse or at least family neglect, specifically in the form of a religiously obsessed mother neglecting or abusing her son or daughter, prefering to pay more attention to and invest more time and energy to her obsession of deity and faith then to her child, I feel very strongly that this song has a different meaning when applied to the context of your inquiry.

This song tells me that there is a business, non profit organization or foundation, or something along those kind of things, that fronts for a really good cause. Maybe they stand for enviromental or social rights, or maybe they claim that the business donates a certain amount of their profits to some kind of fundraser or similar cause. And while they are sincere and honest about what they are doing and why they are doing it in the first place, their obsession of holding themselves as a business or organization becomes an obsession. They cristialize their obsession into a self righteous furor.

Regardless of whatever form this may take, it tends to neglect or even outright abuse the people working for them. Maybe they over work their employess and volenteers to the point of exhaustion and illness, maybe they harass and haze their members of employees for not being perfect in how they act as repersenting then. Maybe they even go so far as to humiliate and ruin the lives of people who work for them for not fulfilling or measuring up to their more than impossible standards.

The fact that this song came up as the first song for the being employed by someone or something else portion of this reading tells me that this is something that is more likely than not to show up and rear it’s ugly head for you.

I don’t know if you already have a new job in line or in mind or you are looking still but there’s this one possibility, regardless of if you are currently aware of it or not, that is waiting for you and will most likely show up either as the first option or will appear as the easiest and best option to take in whatever catagory of job you are looking to work for.

Be careful, because they’ll play a good game with a good face and will be all nice and supporting and helpful at first, but will revert to this ugly and toxic side of their true nature the moment you don’t step completely in line with what they say and think and believe, or you try to express yourself even just a little bit differently, or if you try to call out any thing you see happening that turns out to be problematic. At best, they will ignore you and your attempts, or worst they will make your life a living hell.

"Mother is busy, she won’t even miss meAnd so busy praying and wouldn’t see me waitingI hate all your reasons they just point to JesusYou can’t be awakened if you’re not mistakenAnd i hate your voice and that fucked up noiseAnd your cliches and the things that you’d say to meWhere they burned me then, it still seers todayEmbedded in a memory that won’t change

How can you talk to God [3x]When you won’t talk to me? [repeat]

So i begged you just for a wordThat through the day you might have heard and…She wouldn’t listen to my wordsAlways i’ll remember some good times,Some winters in times when i wasn’t too dirty for mud.

When you’d hit your boys in that fucked up voiceOn your black days, oh! the things that you’d sayTo me when they burned me, yeah they burned meOh they burned me, yeah they burned me

So how can you talk to God [3x]When you won’t talk to me?

I know every little wordOf all the things that I have heardSo how can you talk to GodWhen you won’t talk to me?When he won’t talk to meSomeday you will be better than me [2x]But you won’t talk to me.”

Next, I received the song “What A Shame,” by Shinedown.

“Two packs of cigarettes a dayThe strongest whiskeyKentucky can makeThat’s a recipe to put a vagabondOn his hands and kneesI watched it all up close,I knew him more than mostI saw a side of him he never showedFull of sympathy for a world thatWouldn’t let him be

That’s the man he was,Have you heard enough?

There’s a hard life for every silver spoonThere’s a touch of grey for every shadeOf blueThat’s the way that I see lifeIf there was nothing wrong,Then there’d be nothing rightAnd for this working man they say couldBarely standThere’s gotta be a better place to landSome kind of remedy for a world thatWouldn’t let him be

That’s the man he was,Have you heard enough?

God forgive the hands that laid you downThey never knew how much a broken heart can break the sound and change the seasonNow the leaves are falling faster,Happily ever afterYou gave me hope through your endeavorsAnd now you will live forever

[Chorus]What a shame, what a shame,To judge a life that you can’t changeThe choir sings, the church bells ringSo, won’t you give this man his wings?What a shame to have to beg you toSee we’re not all the sameWhat a shame, what a shame‘Cause we’re not all the sameWhat a shame, what a shame‘Cause we’re not all the same

There are a couple of whays I can read this song with the context of how the reading is unfolding for your situation.

On one hand, it could be that one of, if not the main focus, of the business or organization that is wanting to hire you deals with people in poverty situations, people who are homeless.

On the other hand, it could be the man being talked about in this song is what happens to people who cross, step out of line, or who gets on the wrong side of the business or organization.

I feel like it’s a bit of both, though more of the second possibility than the first.

The sense I’m getting is that the business or organization most likely to want to hire you and most likely for you to cross paths with, helps people who are suffering from terrible situations like homelessness but I feel like that it’s a side effect of their main support or humanitarian efforts. Sort of. But I also feel like that this is the fate of those who end up facing the ugliest side of this buisness or organization and what happens to them afterward. The feeling is a very twisted and hypocritical in it’s essence.

Next, the third of the four songs I received for the first grouping of songs for your reading, I received the song "Polly,” by Nirvana.

“Polly wants a crackerI think I should get off her firstI think she wants some waterTo put out the blow torch

Isn’t me,Have some seedLet me clip,Dirty wingsLet me take a ride,Hurt yourselfWant some help,Help myselfGot some rope,Have been toldPromise you,Have been trueLet me take a ride,Hurt yourselfWant some help,Help myself

Polly wants a crackerMaybe she would like more foodShe asks me to untie herA chase would be nice for a few

Polly said

Polly says her back hurtsShe’s just as bored as meShe caught me off my guardIt amazes me, the will of instinct

This song is about a girl being kidnapped, tortured, and raped and is based on a true story, though the girl this song was written about thankfully was able to escape the monster who had captured and violated her and the bastard was arrested and jailed. The singer and songwriter of Nirvana added an even more sickening twist to the song, as he had the girl in his song, not the real life girl this song was based on, trick her captor and raper into allowing her to escape by pretending to enjoy what he was doing to her. Also, this song was written as if in the perspective of the disgusting monster doing the vicious and atrocious act.

In regards to your situation, I believe that this business or organization knows fully well exactly what they are doing to people, despite the good they claim they aim to do, and don’t care about what harm they cause people in the process.

I also get the sense that is hired by them will have to do some fast talking and clever moving and acting to escape any harm they might cause them if they say or do anything the business or organization doesn’t approve of or agree with.

Finally, for the forth and final song for the first grouping of songs I received for you, I received the song “Phase,” by Breaking Benjamin.

This song is very much about shrugging off a brief or short period of time that worked well enough while it lasted but didn’t fulfil, help, satsify, or allow you to succeed in the end. It’s the kind of thing that worked only enough to keep you going at that point in time but you need to let it go, shrugg it off, to move onto something that is bigger, better, will make you happier, fulfill you more, and allow you to succeed.

I feel like this song is saying that if you end up getting hired by this business or organization, it was because it was the best of the few options you had or have at the time, but will only last you long enough until you can find or get to the place where you want and need to go and be to be fulfilled and succeed in a more long term kind of way.

“The light is dead in your eyeSo I’ll keep living my lifeI only wanted to tryTo find my way back insideMy imitation of lifeMy litigation of lifeIt’s something easy to findInside the shade of your eye

[Chorus]Out of the ground I rise to graceNobody knows it’s just a phaseHelp me I’m out of breath againNobody knows somewhere to make it go away

Phase [x4]I find it hard to decideThe way to make up your mindYour lips are better than mineSo you can kiss this goodbyeMy imitation of lifeMy litigation of lifeIt’s something easy to findInside the shade of your eye

[Chorus]It’s just a phaseAnd I can’t waitPhase [x3]I know [x3]It’s just a fucking phase

It’s just a fucking phaseI’m drained time to fake and delayWatch the penny dropLet it go up and in dropThen watch it rollLet’s all mourn tillI survive inside you”

Wow, that first half of your reading was pretty rough. It looks like the most likely place that will hire you in this present period of time moving towards the near future will more likely than not be filled with a landmine infested field of problems. If you do end up getting hired by them however, do what you can to take care of yourself long enough to transition to to a business, organization, or career situation that will be better for you more so in the long term and thus last a lot longer and be far more sustaining than the business or organization you might end up dealing with and working for in the mean time.

Okay, time for the second grouping of songs focusing more on the possibility of you working for yourself instead.

For the first song in the second grouping of four songs, I listened to and received the song “Natural Life,” by Breaking Benjamin.

An interesting thing of note, this song is not only created and performed by the same band that created and performed the last song from the first grouping of songs for the first half of your reading, but it’s also from the same exact album, which is Saturate.

I tend to look at songs that come up in a shufflemancy reading that were created and performed by the same artist or band, especially so if they appear on the same album as one another. To me this adds an extra layer of meaning and possibility of one song influencing the other.

To me the ordeal of having to work for this possible business or organization riddled with issues and toxic problemsis a step to lead you where you want and need to to go and be. I feel like there’s a particular line of work that is the career for you, maybe even ties into a bit of life work, and if you aren’t able to get into it right away at this point of time, you’ll be able to walk away from the festering mess as a stepping stone to this instead.

As for the song in of itself, I feel like there is a particular line of work that you want to do, need to do, or should do. It’s something connected directly to your nature as a person and it’s something that that you can do while being self employed.

It will take a great amount of work and effort, along with sacrifices needing to be made in your life to be able to do this kind of work and flurish and thrive with and from it, but it will be vastly rewarding for you if you are able to get to doing it, get to the point where you can set it up, dive right in, and make it your own thing.

hold stillall of my lifeall of my timeI don’t wanna come back around tonightand all that I needis serenityI don’t wanna feel your new disease

[chorus:]the natural lifeyou’re born, you diethe natural lifeyou’re wrong, you’re rightthe natural lifeyou’re born, you diethe natural life’s a lie

“all of my liesswallow your prideI don’t wanna come back around tonightand all that I needis serenityI don’t wanna feel your new disease

[chorus]

rightyou’re rightI can never lielet me gotry to find a homeI can’t waittry to stay awakedead insidebothered by the lieyou’re right

[chorus]

a lie”

Next, as the second of the four songs from the second grouping of songs I received for you, I received the song “Intro,” by Staind.

In order to be able to let go of any destractions, make the needed sacrifices, and put in the work to get this particular self employed career up and running from the ground up, you are going to need to rely on the important, precious, and vital people in your life - be they family or friends. With their support you will be able to make this possibility a reality. Keeping them in mind as you plot and plan and establish this career on your own terms will allow you to be far more successful than if you had no support from any family or friends at all.

“thank you to the people in my lifefor putting up with meand thank you for the time you sacrificedall on account of me

[chorus]

for all the times i didn’t saythe times i didn’t sayfor all the times i didn’t saythe times i didn’t say

fuck you to the jaded and the fakelike to see what you would dofuck you and the judgements you makewe’re not all perfect just like you,like you, like you

[chorus]

all the times i didn’t say [x2]thank you to the people in my life for putting up with me”

Next, with the third song from the second grouping of four songs, I received the song “Life Your Life (Down),” by Tantric.

I said earlier in this half of the reading that some sacrifices would needed to be made in order to make this self made career happen and be successful at it.

There are things in your life, some minor, maybe some major, probably some people that have been holding you back from seeing this entire thing take root, take place, grow and flurish. They are the things in your life you will most likely need to let go in order to put all of your heart, your might, your essence into this career ahead of you.

“If you live your lifeIf you live your life this wayIt’s gonna change [Repeat]

Time and time again I cannotFind the reason why my life is all rightBut I just can’t stop the pain

Look into your heartLook into your mindLook into your soulLet it goAnd you don’t know what to say

Run away run awayWith the painThat I told you once I could not spareIts only satisfaction nowThis time of the year

Run away run awayWith the painThat I told you once I could not spareIts only satisfaction was fear

If you live your lifeIf you live your life this wayIt’s gonna change [Repeat]

Always breaking offI would forget it awayTrying to run from myselfAnd at the same time fade away

Never bothered toNever bothered youNever bothered meWhen I leftAnd I said what I had to say

Run away run awayWith the painThat I told you once I could not spareIts only satisfaction nowThis time of the year

Run away run awayWith the painThat I told you once I could not spareIts only satisfaction was fear

I told you before I opened you upAnd then youShut me down [Repeat]

If you live your lifeIf you live your life this wayIt’s gonna change [Repeat x5]”

Finally, for the last song for this second grouping of songs for the second half of your reading, I received the song “Gasoline,” by Audioslave.

The effort and energy required for you to set this up and get it running will be immense. It has the potential to be one of the most intense and hardest things you ever do. Be careful, pace yourself so that you don’t end up harming yourself and burning out in the process. Otherwise you will most likely say “fuck it,” and attempt to let it go, give it up, and walk away from all the intensity of what must be done and given to go into creating this career.

“House is hauntedI just want to go for a rideOut and onBefore I set this room alightLeft alone forever and for crimes unclearWith my patience goneSomeone take me far from here. Yeah

Burning that gasoline, yeahBurning that gasoline

New day yawning, another day of solitaireHouse is honest, clearly more than I can bearDrag me off, before I set my world on fireOut and gone the sun will never set tonight. Yeah

Burning that gasoline, yeahBurning that gasoline

No what for’s, only a canOf red says danger on itI have found another way

Burning that gasoline, yeahBurning that gasolineBurning it all away, burning it all away”

It sounds like the route you would most likely need to take in order to become self employed would be a long and hard road that would be rewarding in the end.

With both halves of the reading now finished, I decided to listen for two more songs to see which route is the most likely of the two for you to take in this point in time or coming up in the near future.

For the first song regarding if becoming employed for someone else would be more likely than becoming self employed, I listened for and received the song “With You,” by Linkin Park.

Becoming employed by someone else, specifically by the business or organization that has so many problems with it lurking deep down inside, is a very likely possibility at this point in time. Not only that, but I feel like going into it, you could or will realize that you are so close to realizing your desires, your wishes, your dreams, but you must put up with the toxic and problematic insanity long enough to become a little bit stable to get you to the point where you feel like you can let go of this business or organization and finally stop away and move on to where you should be.

“[Mike Shinoda:]I woke up in a dream todayTo the cold of the static and put my cold feet on the floorForgot all about yesterdayRemembering I’m pretending to be where I’m not anymoreA little taste of hypocrisy

And I’m left in the wake of the mistake, slow to reactAnd even though you’re so close to meYou’re still so distant and I can’t bring you back

[Chester Bennington:]It’s true the way I feelWas promised by your faceThe sound of your voicePainted on my memoriesEven if you’re not with me

[(Chester Bennington) Mike Shinoda:](I’m with you)YouNow I see keeping everything inside(with you)YouNow I see even when I close my eyes

[Mike Shinoda:]I hit you and you hit me backWe fall to the floor, the rest of the day stands stillFine line between this and thatWhen things go wrong I pretend that the past isn’t real

Now I’m trapped in this memoryAnd I’m left in the wake of the mistake, slow to reactSo even though you’re close to meYou’re still so distant and I can’t bring you back

[Chester Bennington:]It’s true the way I feelWas promised by your faceThe sound of your voicePainted on my memoriesEven if you’re not with me

[(Chester Bennington) Mike Shinoda:](I’m with you)YouNow I see keeping everything inside(with you)YouNow I see even when I close my eyes(with you)YouNow I see keeping everything inside(with you)YouNow I see even when I close my eyes

[Chester Bennington:]No, no matter how far we’ve comeI can’t wait to see tomorrowNo matter how far we’ve comeI, I can’t wait to see tomorrow

[(Chester Bennington) Mike Shinoda:](with you)YouNow I see keeping everything inside(with you)YouNow I see even when I close my eyes(with you)YouNow I see keeping everything inside(with you)YouNow I see even when I close my eyes”

For the second song in regards to the possibility of you being able to take the great risk of stepping out into the world being self employed, I listened for and received the song “My Sacrifice,” by Creed.

While this path is possible as well, I feel like it’s much riskier for you at this point in time. You’ll more likely than not need to make a further sacrifice up front and right away in order to be able to make it happen, without knowing if it will work out in the end or not because you jumped into it right away.

The key to success lies in relying on and trusting fully into someone. Some person who has your back that will help you get things started and help you along the long and rough road ahead.

“Hello my friend, we meet againIt’s been awhile, where should we begin?Feels like foreverWithin my heart are memoriesOf perfect love that you gave to meOh, I remember

When you are with me, I’m freeI’m careless, I believeAbove all the others we’ll flyThis brings tears to my eyesMy sacrifice

We’ve seen our share of ups and downsOh how quickly life can turn aroundIn an instantIt feels so good to reuniteWithin yourself and within your mindLet’s find peace there

When you are with me, I’m freeI’m careless, I believeAbove all the others we’ll flyThis brings tears to my eyesMy sacrifice

I just want to say hello againI just want to say hello again

When you are with me I’m freeI’m careless, I believeAbove all the others we’ll flyThis brings tears to my eyesCause when you are with me I am freeI’m careless, I believeAbove all the others we’ll flyThis brings tears to my eyesMy sacrifice, My sacrifice

I just want to say hello againI just want to say hello again

My sacrifice."

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mylifelived · 7 years ago

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Seriously thinking about starting a clothing brand.....

#advice welcomed #entrprenuer #small buisness #small brand #gotta start somewhere #penny for your thoughts #fashion

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onlyshipme-blog · 8 years ago

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IMAGINE: the boys finding out what your about to do but stop you “how can you care so little about yourself?..”

Reader x winchesters

Reader is there sister….

(S/c) hands had hastily grabbed weapons, clothes and a wad of cash into the duffle bag.

Blood stained cloth on the table along with a broken into pecies cellphone.

Before swinging the army green bag over her sholder she had grabbed hold of her dark jacket to conceal her wound.

Now ready all she needed was the keys to her moter bike. Her hands had fumbled with the keys as they made a loud thud against the carpet.

She quickly picked it up. Making a mental note to tear out a page from her dad’s journal.

On her way out she had picked up the bat and clipped it to her douffle bag, made her way on the moter bike to hear the engen hum as she was on her way.

Highway 39 speed limit 46.

She was so close to her destination with determination in her (c/e) eyes. Her hand gripping the handle making the mobile go faster.

The boys had found out what was going on moments before you had left.

Dean hadent noticed the hidden blooded cloth on the table thinking that you would be back.

He couldn’t wait to see you, tell you how he put in his words, ’ those basterds in there rightfull place.’

“Dean take a look at this.” His face turned into a worried expression from the sound of his brothers voice.

Sam had handed the oldest winchester the journal. “ do you see that dean, ” He said as he pointed to the riped page.“ She’s hunting for the-”

“She’s gunna get herself killed , shit we gotta stop her.” They gave each other a worried glance as they stormed off.

“No.no.no.no.no… oh baby who did this to you!” Dean was now hugging the car whispering soothing words into its headlights.

“Dean now isn’t the time, we have to find our sister.(y/n).”

” We sure as he’ll ain’t getting anywhere with baby’s tire all slaped up.” Dean had said in a more angered Sarcastic tone.

“Damn it I’m going to kill her.” Dean had stated as he huged his most prized possession. “Don’t worry baby you’ll be good as new. I’ll make her pay.”

The circle enlighted when (y/n) had light the match and watched it fall.

Everything was quiet all she had to do was hope that the riped page had created a diversion to lead them of her trail.

“I wanna make a deal.” Her head heald up high with the last remaining dignity she had.

“She’s not here sammy!” Dean had yelled as he slamed the car door.

Both now out of the car began to look threw the abandoned house.

“Don’t you think that maybe (y/n) is already done with the hunt?” Sam had suggested as his voice became strained.

“No she wouldn’t do that unless…” Dean didn’t get to finish as both boys started to slam the door of there impala.

“ It was a diversion why am I not surprised, Dean.” Sam had stated.“Then where is she?”

“I think I might know, damn it kid whyd ya gotta be so stubborn.” “She gets it from you dean.”

The cross roads demon had finally apeared.

“Why am I not surprised? Always with you winchesters and making life threating deals blah blah blah… well you get the jist of it.” In a annoyanced tone.

“ listen I didn’t wait here for half an hour to listen to some grade A demon in a tramp of a girl meat suit, talking shit so I would like it if you cut the crap and get down to buisness.” The (c/ e)‘ed girl said as she rolled her eyes.

“Fiesty I like it. You’ve got the balls for a girl. And if you must know this is what my clients like.” The demon In the meat suite had stated as she twirled around and crossed her arms.

“all middle aged guys ready to lose there soul and virginity to a good fuck. Wow how remarkable I didn’t know demons were going into the prostitution buisesness I would have called sooner.” (Y/n) had a hand on her chest as she gave a fake apollagetic smile.

“Don’t worry you could never afford this.”

“Like I’d want a peice of that moldy ass.”

“Ugh, I normally don’t give deals like this to a winchester but, if you must know I’ll make an exception since I’m probably gunna get tortured and my sweet body will pay for it and that’s what my deals depend on.”

“Glad we have an agreement. Now hurry your ass up I’m getting tierd of waiting.”

She dropped her duffle bag and kicked it to the side.

She had made the deal.

The impalas lights were still on as the boys rushed to there sisters side.

Her body was thrashing and foam was coming out of her mouth blood everywhere.

Sam tried to regulate her breathing as the deal was coming to a process. Everything happend so fast Dean killed the demon in resulting the deal never happening.

(Y/n) had passed out in loss of blood.

Beep….Beep……Be…..

Sam didn’t dare leave his sisters side. He stayd there holding her hand in the hospital wing till she awoken.

Dean on the other hand was somewhere else.

Her eyelids begain to rise…

Everything was blurry the only thing she made out was a outline of a man.

“Oh thank God your awake (y/n), what were you thinking?” His eyes focused on her awaiting an answer.

“That I could….” Knowing her she wasn’t going to finish her sentence.

“How can you care so little about yourself?” He had asked.

“ I don’t I’m not stupid sam!” How could he think of such a thing? She had thought.

“Then why?”

Sighing she opend her mouth,“ I was tired of sitting on my ASS like a princess waiting to be saved. I saw an opportunity and I went for it. The only thing that matters is what’s left of my family’s saftey.” (C/e) stared striat into his orbs.

“ Your wrong kid.” A voice came from the doorway.

“ I’m the only one who knows what happend that night Dean, I know how you look into the mirror and hate what you see you think your fooling everyone with that Bullshit but your not.”

“Dean, what is (y/n) talking about?” Sam had left his sisters side slowly walking towards his older brother.

“Nothing sammy stay out of this!!” Rage in his eyes, (y/n) had already made her way to the both of them feeling weak.“ He has a right to know dean.”

“Dean sold his life for you Sam, in the process he got fucked and now you and him only have three weeks to live…I was the only one who killed (demons name) so there was a high bounty on my head. I knew that if I traded my life you guys would live….I’m sorry sammy.”

“ is it true Dean?” Sam hopping it wasn’t but deep down knew.

Dean couldn’t face him a weak yes was pulled from his mouth.

“ I can’t believe it, I knew I died and you had me convinced I saw going crazy!” His balled up fist raised as he pushed the eldest winchester.

“Im sorry sammy but what ever happens were family I was supposed to protect you not have our sister do it. The only reason were here is to collet… I needed more time so I made up this whole plan. I wanted to protect you both.”

“Like you said Dean no chick flick moments. Well figure this out together. And kick ass while doing it.”

“Damn it you were right Sammy she is stubborn like me.”

#dean winchester #sam winchester #winchester reader x winchesters #snp #supernatural

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mariahsparkle206 · 8 years ago

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Just a huge fucking vent post before I go back to my happy place.

Ugh were do i even begin? Well first of all, do not ever play that fucking “ive missed you, we should hang out” card if you’re not going to follow through. I understand that life gets in the way. Life is busy. And people change, therefore friends and relationships change (wow, weird concept right???). Anyway, im fine with loosing friends. I understand its life. but dont fucking bother me about we need to hang out and then completely act like IM supposed to drop everything to hang out with you. I gave this person my whole fucking schedule and said if you have free time and i dont have stuff planned, call me. They completely ignored my schedule and acted like i was being the dick. so i moved crap around for them, and they never showed cause they rather fuck their boyfriend. and lied about it. Fine. But i wasnt going to change my schedule again. And lets rant about this stupid ass schedule. I told my family, look i have a lot i need to do for my courses so dont plan a lot. what do they do. every damn day i have something i gotta do on top of running to the store on a daily basis cause they wont just let me do a big shopping trip ??? which i dont understand at all. i now personally know two of the checkout people. very well. Dont get me wrong, im happy to help out but then they wont even let me throw out expired food to make room in the fridge for the new crap. and im constantly cleaning just to have to do it all again tomorrow cause they wont throw their crap away or even put it in the sink. Im just so tired of trying to understand people when its so obviously apparent i never will. i always feel like im thinking completely different than others and on top of that i must also be speaking a different language cause the few times i do talk, no one listens. then lets start with my father. he literally said on my birthday at 5 in the fucking morning that he’s happy he was a shitty father to me. ????? what the hell was he thinking. then i stopped by on my brothers birthday and accidently stayed too long and he acts like he actually missed me and blah blah blah all because his bitch of a new girlfriend was there. but shes obviously messed up on drugs and i dont want her around any of my brothers or sister. then they both left super quickly. like weirdly quick. idk. my siblings deserve so much better. and im so tired of people using me. like now all of a sudden when its convient for others thats when they act like they care. ??? just stay away from me if you dont give a shit. im tired of being polite and playing along. then my mother. shes so ungrateful for everything. shes always complaining and complaining. then she wonders why im always mad. wow cause i never do anything right. no one can. youre never happy. and shes constantly telling me about these people i dont care about and all their problems and expect me to get all pissed about something that isnt my buisness. if they wanna screw up their money and life, let them. not my buisness so i dont care. then my grandma really wants to talk to me but she asks the same exact questions over and over and then doesnt even bother to listen to my anwsers. then my grandpa treats me like im an infant and have no clue about anything. then the people i went to the concert with (paid for the tickets months ago so had to go) kept asking me what others ones im going to and blah blah. they dont have money to go out to a concert every week like they are doing. they should be paying off their debts and bills, but thats not my buisness. but they kept getting pissy with me when i said look i dont have money right now, maybe this summer i’ll go to another concert with you. ?? what am i supposed to do? pull money out of my ass?? then this one friend. i love her but damn. she has all this money and a pretty easy life but she doesnt care because shes too boy obsessed to pull her head outta her ass. im tired of hearing about it. im just tired. people are tiring. i need a month alone in a cabin somewhere far away. im not a happy or people person. im a depressed piece of shit introvert.

#ugh #ugh ughhhh #ughhhhhhh #about the blogger #rant #vent #ignore me

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lostboylefty · 8 years ago

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Old but still holds true....fuck your opinion

I'm going to post something i wrote. And its got a lot of meaning for me. So if you read it, read it all and if it makes you feel a certain type of way then you should probably stop following my wall. Things are changing around here and the first order of buisness is honesty. Communication isnt something i am good at but writing apparently comes a little easier. I got to start somewhere no better place than here. I love you regardless of whether or not you feel the same about me. This is my path and im going to own the fuuck out of it. No longer care who sees my vulnerabilities or insecurities. My wall used to be locked up tight but know its public so the whole world can see the fucks i dont give for your opinion of me...... Here i go again Lord, livin in sin List so long i dont know where to begin Sometimes it seems like my only friend Is this paper and a couple of pens. How did I get here and why wont you just get to the end..... Dying ever so slowly my brains out to get me Put me in a box that i created only thing manifested is pain and misery Why did it have to be this way, why cant i find the words to say, why did i chose this life and what would it of looked like if i really tried yesterday? See you cant return something that you havent paid for Just like you cant transmit what you dont have anymore Pens flowing, minds going, thoughts are racing and everyone is pacing. As everyone is watching wondering when this insanity is going to end Im sitting over here like whens my life going to begin....... When am i going to drop this bag of resentment and self hatred and walk away? when am i going to grow some balls and say everything i need to say? How is it that im afraid to dream when my imagination is all i have it seems. And even though I apologise for it all in my dreams, my reality proves that im just another peice of shit dude coming apart at the seems. See ive always been told life is what you make it, lift your head up, see the beauty and know your what God created But if this is what God intended than i tell you now I'm quite offended that he wasted the time he did Its pretty dark when you sit here wishing you would of died from sids. Let me stop right there because thats not the truth. The truth is not everything is up to Him, sometimes its up to you. See he gives us free will to see what well do. And it never fails I take it, light it on fire and walk away, shrug my shoulders pack my bags and create another dragon to slay. And although i have always cared in every situation, my mind is always against me. Im trapped in this insanity......... so damn coach why the fuck wont you bench me. Lets wipe the slate clean and start a new, but you cant because tomorrow's already here and you will still be you. So i keep praying for all this to end, please lord dont let me keep hurting all the people I chose to call friends. Please let me see the light and finally grasp ahold of something that I can be proud of Let my family see that their boy grew up and finally became a man instead of what i see; the little boy impersonating me and wasting such untapped and raw possibility Let my friends know that there isn't a night that goes by that i dont wish i could be the person I was intended And I have moments when all i do is try But it never fails it always ends with me being defriended and the ones i love thinking it was intended. But its what i deserve, how could i even begin to get offended. So I pray for them everyday, I hope they know that it was never anything against them. Reach their hearts and minds let the sunshine in. Let them know that im sorry for the way i am and im trying as hard as i can To fight these demons i carry with me everyday. Its a battle that i will more than likely win but i just might be standing on my own in the end. But i guess i would rather stand alone in my authenticity than have a thousand friends who unfortunately get fucked over by the dude that pretends to be me. Honestly and with all sincerity I pray That you show up and show out in my life today. Enter my heart truly and make the guy in my mind go away. Because it seems that You are the only one that can make that happen, so im ready Lord please come give me that much needed spiritual bitch slapping. The only thing beautiful about this lostboy im afraid Is the desire to be the boy who strayed Away from the desperation to die And just be willing to give it a try. Its gotta be better than a life stuck living a lie. I know im worth it to you, see....., i want to believe that too......

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squeakyfir · 2 years ago

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I'm your huckleberry (Tombstone 1993) (Doc Holliday)

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Your bored? Watch a movie, play video games, watch videos on the internet, talk to people without ever leaving your house.

Some much time is in our hands... but back in the 19th century... you wouldn't last very long.

John Henry "Doc" Holliday.

Chapter 8

Previous ~ Next

It was now the next day and it was now night time. Wyatt was still doing the Faro game and still had Morgan by him. Doc was there too and was playing the piano with you sitting beside him. Doc really seemed to enjoy having you by his side and also enjoyed your crazy personality and sarcasm. He played the piano so beautifully even though he was drunk. You had a drink too but your not as much of a drinker anyways. Only socially.

There were cowboys inside the Saloon and they started to make you uncomfortable. "What's she doin' with that lunger" was a question one of them asked to each other. Doc could feel your nervousness and gave you a smirk to have you focus on him. "Hey" a cowboy said and you could hear how drunk he was by the sound of his voice. "Hey! Is that "Old Dog Trey"? That sounds like "Old Dog Trey" to me" a cowboy said to Doc.

"Pardon" Doc asked.

"You know, Stephen Foster. "Oh! Susanna". "Camptown races". Stephen stinkin' Foster"!

"Uh, yes, well, this happens to be a nocturne".

"A which"?

"You know, Fredrick fucking Chopin". You couldn't help but laugh and Doc gave you another smirk. "Hey! Pretty lady" the cowboy said to you. "Whatcha doin' with him? Come with me" he said with his slurred speech. Wyatt and Morgan jerked their heads over and could see that the cowboy was indeed talking to you. Doc didn't look over, he just smirked and kept on playing the piano. "I'm good" you said dismissively.

"Mm-hmm, I bet" he said and then licked his lips. Doc stopped playing the piano and put an arm around you as Wyatt and Morgan quickly stood up. "Leave her alone, boy" Wyatt threatened.

"Oh! She belong to you" he asked.

"Get away from me, you dumb son-of-a-bitch"! Doc looked over now and the cowboy only laughed and tried to slap you but he was so drunk he fell over onto the bar. He got back up and saw that Doc had his hand on his gun and even though the cowboy was drunk, he knew that Doc was being serious and backed off. Doc gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze and went back to playing the piano. Only two minutes went by and you all heard gunshots coming from outside on the streets.

It made you jump and no one else seemed to be fazed by it until Sheriff Behan came inside. "Do you see what's goin' on in the street? Someone's gotta do somethin'".

"I believe your the sheriff" the Mayor said.

"No, no, no, no. This is not county buisness. This is a town matter. Marshall" Sheriff Behan said.

"Why don't you just leave it alone" Wyatt suggested.

"No, I, uh... I gotta do somethin'" Fred White said in a defeated tone. You all could hear the assailant yelling in glee and you could tell it was one of the cowboys by the sound of his voice. Fred White left the Saloon to take care of it and you, being curious, got up and followed after him to watch at the doorway. It was the cowboy known as Bill and he was shooting his gun all over the place, looking like he was high as a kite. Fred took out his gun and called out to him to get his attention.

"Curly Bill"!

Bill turned around and saw Fred. Fred walked over to him cautiously and still aimed his gun at him. "Come on now".

"Well, howdy, Fred" Bill said like nothing was wrong.

"Hand those over, Curly. Hand 'em over". Bill looked at his guns like he was about to make a big decision and only laughed. "Why, sure, dad". You tried not to laugh at that but that was kinda funny. "I'm only funnin'. Here you go". Fred had holstered his gun and reached for the guns but what happened next had scarred you. Bill had shot Fred White through the chest and you screamed in terror. Everyone in the bar heard you and Wyatt quickly got up and rushed over to you. He didn't have to ask and drew his gun as he ran towards Bill and pistol whipped him.

You were sobbing and Doc got up to take you by the shoulders. The whole town heard your scream and came outside to see what the commotion was. Everyone was starting to crowd around and Wyatt took Bill by the collar of his shirt while Doc held you tightly as you continued sobbing. "All right, back off" Wyatt said to the locals.

"Get a rope! String him up"!

"Nobody's hangin' anybody" Wyatt said.

"He just killed the Marshall"!

"Then he'll stand trial for it. Now get back! Move"! Wyatt had aimed his gun at the locals to make them stay back but the cowboys started to gang up around him. "Turn him loose" said the cowboy known as Ike.

"He said to turn him loose" another cowboy said.

"Well, I'm not; so, go home".

"I swear to god, law dog, you don't step aside, we'll tear you apart-" Wyatt then stepped forward and rested the end of his gun to Ike's head and spoke deeply. "You die first, get it? Your friends might get me in a rush, but not before I make your head into a canoe, you understand me"?

"He's bluffin'. Let's rush him".

"No" Ike said anxiously, "He ain't bluffin'".

"You're not as stupid as you look, Ike. Now tell them to get back".

"Go on now, get back" Ike said fast. "Go on"! One of the cowboys tried to walk forward but Ike quickly told him to stop. "Billy! He'll kill me".

Doc then gently said to you to get behind him and you complied. Doc took a step forward toward the scene and spoke to the cowboy who was in the Saloon that was harassing you, known as Billy. "And you, music lover" Billy turned around and saw Doc with you behind him. "You're next".

"It's the drunk piano player. You're so drunk, you can't hit nothin'. In fact" Billy then drew a hunting knife. "You're probably seeing double".

"I have two guns" Doc said as he drew his other one and twirled them both across his hands. "One for each of ya". More gunshots were heard and you all saw that it was Morgan and Virgil with shotguns who came over to make things easier. You were still sobbing since you thought Fred was a nice guy and he treated you nicely but now he's gone. Morgan and Virgil saw Fred's corpse and heard you sobbing and even though they knew right away that Fred was dead, they were more concerned with you.

"All right, back it up now" Virgil yelled and aimed his shotgun at the cowboys with Morgan doing the same. "Go home now"! The cowboys knew they were outnumbered and had no choice but to back off. "I'll see you soon. I'll see you soon" Ike said.

"We'll meet again" Billy said. The cowboys all dispersed and Wyatt took Bill to the jail, leaving two people to take care of Fred and you with Doc and the other Earp brothers. You were still sobbing and tried to stop but it was nearly impossible. Doc had you walk with him and holstered one of his guns and had you be in front of him to hold you close because some cowboys were still standing in the middle of the street. "Cover your ears, darlin'" Doc said quietly and soothingly to you.

You covered them and heard a still loud gunshot. It was Morgan who shot his shotgun into the air and he shouted at them to leave. They hesitated to but still left on horseback. They all lowered their guns and Doc could feel your heart beating fast out of anxiety. "Don't look behind me, just breathe".

You tried to breathe and calm down but it wasn't working. Doc escorted you off the street with Morgan and Virgil following as well but you accidentally took a glance and saw Fred's corpse which made you flinch and bury your face in Doc's chest and Morgan reached out to rest his hand on your shoulder in an effort to comfort you.

"Take her back to the cottages. She don't need to deal with anything else" Virgil said. Morgan and Doc agreed and walked you back to the cottages with you holding onto Doc tightly and still crying. "It'll be alright now, darlin'. I'm right here". You made it inside Wyatt's cabin and all of the wives were there enjoying some tea but we're quick to notice the door opening quickly and to see Doc have you so close with tear stained cheeks and Morgan as well. "What happened" Allie asked frantically.

"The cowboys killed Fred White and she saw the whole thing".

The women were shocked and Allie quickly rose to her feet to offer assistance. "Oh dear! I'm so sorry. Here, let me get you some tea-"

"I don't want any" you managed to say. Doc sat down with you on the couch and you only held onto him. Allie still brought over a plate of tea, trying to help any way she can. Doc and all of the Earps and their wives stayed beside you all night until you eventually fell asleep. "She saw that man get shot by Creek but this scarred her" Wyatt asked.

"Maybe she was in denial" Lousia suggested.

"Maybe" said Morgan. Doc still held you as you were laying on his lap. You weren't thinking when sleep was coming onto you and you only accepted it. Wyatt looked at you and then looked to his brothers. It was like they were communicating with each other. And then Wyatt looked to Doc, who also returned the look. They were all mentally agreeing on one thing.

Protect her at all costs!

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whumper-boi · 4 years ago

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Caretaker grabbed their drink

And stood to the side, sighing.

They had been a plus one of their friend who’d gotten an invite to some big gala thrown by a pretty famous entrepreneur, Whumper.

Caretaker was excited. They had heard that Whumper was a very friendly, people orinated person, and as someone who wanted to start their own buisness, they wanted to ask for a few pointers.

The problem was, while everyone seemed to fawn over Whumper and throw themselves at their feet, Caretaker couldn’t help but want to leave.

Whumper, for a lack of better words, creeped them the fuck out. Their posture, sickly sweet words, and overtly... positive attitude made Caretaker want to get as far away from them as possible.

That’s when they noticed Whumpee. They were sitting alone at a table in the corner, drink untouched. They looked like they’d rather be anywhere else.

Caretaker tried to remember where they’d saw them, then it clicked. They were Whumper’s personal intern.

‘What are they doing over there?’ Caretaker thought. Whumper literally regarded Whumpee like their own child, speaking very highly of them. Shouldn’t they be up there with them?

Caretaker considered it for a moment, then made their way across the ballroom to where Whumpee was sitting.

They didn’t want to be rude, so they gave a greeting. “Er, hello.”

Whumpee didn’t respond.

“Hello?”

This seemed to snap them out of whatever stupor they were in. “Oh, uh, hi?”

They looked at each other awkwardly for a few moments before Whumpee motioned to the seat next to them, inviting them to sit.

“How are you enjoying the party?” Whumpee asked, paying more attention to the glass in front of them rather then anything else.

“It’s fine, I guess. I’m having more fun in this conversation then I have doing anything else.” They hadn’t meant to be so honest, but luckily Whumpee laughed.

“I’ve gotta agree with you on that.”

Caretaker took a sip of their drink, then asked: “why aren’t you up there? I mean, I’d suspect that you’d want to be up with your... employer? Mentor? Whatever the fuck they are to you.”

They looked at Whumpee, who had their lip between their teeth. “Ah... well, I can’t say I’m all for... the attention?”

“That sounded more like a question.” That’s when they noticed. Whumpee’s sleeve had shifted a bit, and there were dark fingerprint bruises sticking out from skin. “What happened to your wrist?”

They instantly regret their question as Whumpee pulled their wrist back, making sure the sleeve was covering it. “I’m sorry, I need to leave.” They got up, as Caretaker mimicked.

“No wait, I’m sorry I asked. Just- just please don’t leave.” Whumpee raised an eyebrow, but still sat back down in the chair. “I’m sorry, It just came to me and I was curious.”

“It’s alright,” Whumpee said, cradling their arm. “Forgive me if this is sudden, but why do you want me to stay?”

Caretaker opened their mouth to answer, then stopped. “No wait, you have to answer what I asked you first.”

“That’s hardly comparable.” They stared at each other again. “Alright fine, I’ll answer if you answer first.”

They raised their eyebrows. “Uh? No. I asked first.”

“It’s my party.”

“But I asked first.”

“I can find somewhere to be-“

“No, alright fine.” They sighed. “But you have to tell me what happened to you afterwards.”

Whumpee nodded. “Deal.”

“Alright so.” Caretaker thought about it for a moment. Did they really want to speak ill of Whumper in front of their intern? Whumpee looked at them expectantly. “Right, uh. It’s about Whumper.”

Whumpee’s face grew concerned. “Why, what’s wrong?”

“No, no... I just... I can’t be the only person who finds them a little weird. Like creepy.” Caretaker saw their face change, into what wasn’t anger, like they suspected. They most definetly did not expect Whumpee to lower their voice and ask:

“Did they do anything to you?”

They blinked. “Oh no, I just- they make me really uncomfortable, and I feel like an asshole cause I’m literally the only person who thinks that.”

“You’re not the only one.” The mumble was so quiet that Caretaker almost missed it. Wait...

What?

“Wait what?”

Whumpee was playing with their sleeve, once again laser focused on the glass.

“Uh... did- did Whumper do that to you?” Whumpee didn’t say anything, but them biting their bottom lip and shifting slightly was all the answer they needed.

“No one believes me..” they whispered quietly. “They keep saying I’m ungrateful and an attention whore, that I’m doing it to myself.”

Caretaker put a hand on Whumpee’s shoulder, pulling back when they have a small flinch. “I’m sorry.” Then, “you deserve better.”

They turned towards Caretaker, looking them in the eyes for the first time since they met. “You’re the first person to think I’m telling the truth.”

They thought about it for a moment. “I want to help you.”

Whumpee looked up, confused. “Excuse me?”

“I want to help you expose what Whumper is doing to you.”

“Why?” They asked, raising an eyebrow at Caretaker.

They shrugged. “Because, like I said, you don’t deserve that, and Whumper shouldn’t get to stay powerful like that.”

“It’s gonna be hard.”

They shrugged again. “Well it’s a good thing there’s two of us.” They held out a hand. “I’m Caretaker.”

They looked at Caretaker’s extended hand, in thought. Then finally, they reached up the non-injured wrist and shook the hand. “I’m whumpee.”

#whump #whump blog #whumpee #Whumper #caretaker #powerful Whumper #buisness #tw implied violence #tw bruises #tw cursing

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