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[retirement-home-rumble]

Retirement Home Rumble: Preliminary

Tumblr's Token Real Person Pick

Only one can make it in!

[doyouknowthischaracter]

You've been asked before about 2 weeks ago, but I'm wondering if, with the new submissions, there's any new characters who've been sent in more than once (Hopefully by multiple people). Are there any who've been submitted more than twice now

For reference, I'm not going to list the ones that were repeated in previous submission batches, unless they show up again with the latest one, in which case they'll be added to the overall count. Previous list here if anyone's interested.

Let's see:

Ronan Lynch, The Raven Cycle x3

Monkey D. Luffy, One Piece x3

Sans, Undertale x3

Jessica Fletcher, Murder, She Wrote x3

Five Pebbles, Rain World x3

Crowley, Good Omens x3

Granny Weatherwax, Discworld x3

G'raha Tia, Final Fantasy XIV x3

Sam Vimes, Discworld x3

Haruhi Suzumiya, The Meloncholy of Haruhi Suzumiya x3

Murderbot, Murderbot Diaries x3

Captain Jack Harkness, Doctor Who / Torchwood x2

Data, Star Trek x2

Link, The Legend of Zelda x2

Tsukino Usagi, Sailor Moon x2

Eileen the Crow, Bloodborne x2

Zagreus, Hades x2

Olivia Dunham, Fringe x2

Jane Doe, Ride the Cyclone x2

Sylvain Jose Gautier, Fire Emblem: Three Houses x2

Mollymauk Tealeaf, Critical Role x2

Wallace Wells, Scott Pilgrim x2

Daan, Fear and Hunger: Termina x2

Alphinaud Leveilleur, Final Fantasy XIV x2

Nanami Kiryuu, Revolutionary Girl Utena x2

Gladion, Pokemon x2

Sylvanas Windrunner, World of Warcraft x2

Leo Fitz, Agents of Shield x2

Francis Crozier, The Terror x2

Maedhros, The Silmarillion x2

Vergil, Devil May Cry x2

Alex, Oxenfree x2

Tsume, Wolf's Rain x2

Niko, OneShot x2

Halt O'Carrick, Ranger's Apprentice x2

Dirk Gently, Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency x2

Qifrey, Witch Hat Atelier x2

Schmendrick, The Last Unicorn x2

Pamitha Theyn, Pyre x2

Dracula, Dracula x2

Gideon Nav, The Locked Tomb x2

The Audio Tour Guide, The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity, and Mortality x2

N, Pokemon x2

Ginko, Mushishi x2

Hawkeye Pierce, M*A*S*H x2

Merlin, BBC Merlin x2

Vislor Turlough, Doctor Who x2

Roronoa Zoro, One Piece x2

Ishigami Senku, Dr. Stone x2

The Little Prince, The Little Prince x2

Soren, Fire Emblem x2

Blindspot, Marvel Comics x2

Tahu, Bionicle x2

Luo Binghe, The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System x2

Hercule Poirot, books by Agatha Christie x2

Sakura Kinomoto, Cardcaptor Sakura x2

Beatrice, Umineko x2

Jerome Valeska, Gotham x2

Klaus Hargreeves, The Umbrella Academy x2

Abed Nadir, Community x2

Dick Grayson, DC Comics x2

Dante Sparda, Devil May Cry x2

Utena Tenjou, Revolutionary Girl Utena x2

Johan Liebert, Monster x2

Siffrin, In Stars and Time x2

Foo Fighters, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure x2

Snufkin, Moomins x2

Mae Borowski, Night in the Woods x2

Haruhi Fujioka, Ouran High School Host Club x2

Anders, Dragon Age x2

Wen Kexing, Faraway Wanderers x2

Hopefully, I didn't miss any! You'll see some of these sooner rather than later as they're already in the queue, and a couple have already been posted before.

[theanoninyourinbox]

IT BE TIME FOR YMA SIDHE LOOOOOORE!!!!!! THE @mommyclan background Scottish Ghost Attack Grannie!

Sidhe was born in a little cottage in the woods, home to an old punk woman who practiced an odd religion - somewhere on the scale between Wicca and Celtic druidism, with an emphasis on music connecting the planes of existence. Sidhe's mother Morgana raised her to read these text, and learn the family practice of hunting "The Returned", strange beings that dragged cats from the heavens and below to the fiery pits. The pair were very successful, with Sidhe's first kill being the tom that sired her...

Eventually, Sidhe struck out on her own, and after a few successful years of hunting, she found herself with a void. She wanted kits, but every attempt at a romantic relationship ended in disaster - she never figured out if that was a Curse or terrible luck. On one pass through the woods, she sheltered at an old abandoned church dedicated to St Francis of Assisi. Within, she met the local cryptid named Lugosi, a cat of some sort from far away. After a few visits, she asked him to father her kits - but no romance involved. He agreed with a promise to help raise them like an uncle, and soon after she gave birth to three kits - Brahm, Wilma, and Dewey.

The kits grew up in relative peace, and Sidhe and Lugosi grew close like siblings. However, it soon became noticeable that Brahm was...uncaring. Selfish. It took Brahm trying to shove Dewey off the church for Sidhe to act. She took him to a twoleg cat rescue, hoping that they could help. Eventually Wilma moved to a barn a few hills over, and Dewey left to explore his love of reading at the library in the nearby town. Sidhe left too, going back to hunting, but visiting often.

And then she came back to a pregnant molly at the church, and her tale of abuse at the paws of her own son Brahm. Sidhe stayed then - for the pregnancy, and the birth of a little black tabby kit with her looks and Lugosi's fangs. The molly was sent home, but little Dracula stayed with his grandparents - his Grandpops, and his Yma. She stayed, taught him how to use the knife he treasured to defend himself, loved him dearly...and passed away in her sleep.

...which did little to stop her. Within a week of her death, she re-materialized as a spirit, protecting the cat she loved like a heart-bound brother, the grandkit who wore her collar with pride, and the old worn church that held the faith of its parishioners and refugees like trees held the sun. Eventually her grandkit went on to make a new family visiting often...and one night, bringing one of the Returned with him, one willing to harm themselves to save a soul. One she would not let go - @askdoeleaf was HER family now, and no powers below or otherwise could change that.

OTHER IMPORTANT DETAILS

*Sidhe has a strong Scottish accent, thick and wild. Lots of *ye* and *aye* and a strong urge to kill I MEAN bother the British.

*Fond of Scotch and meat pies. Despises blood pudding to the point of physically throwing it out windows. Neutral on tea surprisingly.

*Will terrorize "Brats", usually those who disrespect the hospitality of the church or harm others for cruel reasons. Favorite spot to hang is in the rafters, so she can descend menacingly.

*Makes knives for all the grandkits, with blessings to suit the user. Adds her sigil somewhere, usually small and undetectable.

*Her grandkits can summon her in times of extreme danger. The ghostly neck area looks like space.

[lilaccatholic]

Here to bother you. Pls tell me about your sacraments fic? If you want? Or any creative project you’ve got going

Okay I'm going to tell you about it because I'm so so stuck on how to end chapter one, but I have PRACTICALLY ALL OF CHAPTER TWO WRITTEN IN MY HEAD.

I'm going to be alternating povs (to who knows what effect, because while the illustrious Megan Whalen Turner is able to switch easily between third and first-person points of view in A Conspiracy of Kings, I am not her and merely a loyal subject) between Lucy’s first person point of view and the third person limited pov of Father Frank Carmody, a Canadian, and one of the first priests to brave coming over to England since The Problem reduced to nearly nothing. He's pretty much clueless about ghosts, but he has a whole lot of spirit (pun *absolutely* intended) and fire in his heart for the Lord. He's only intending to be in London for a few years, but I have a surprise for him 😈

The fic is going to cover Lockwood's experiences, either for himself or through other people, with each of the seven sacraments, and also last rites because I've got to make you all suffer (no telling WHO died though :) hehe) as seen through the eyes of Lucy and Father Frank, who is definitely going to become his spiritual father.

Other things I will include:

- George the chastity police!

- at least one joke about NFP because I'm nothing if I'm not traumatizing people with talk of cervical mucus

- angst and fluff!

- Holly as wedding planner

- Carlyle sisters!

- so much grief!

- Lockwood being so dad coded

- Easter Vigil!

- statues (insert gif of Sister Michael here)

- godfather!Kipps

-and so much more!

Also, because I've been taking five million years to get this out, here's the (unedited) first few paragraphs (subject to change!!!):

It was a nervous, if excited, trickle of faces that streamed into the parish hall at St. James’s one bright and blustery early October afternoon. Like all parish halls, it smelled faintly of chafing dishes and stale donuts, with a smidgen of whichever bulk cleaner was least expensive at the shops when the annual order was put in as an undercurrent to it all. Coloring pages of St. Francis of Assisi surrounded by animals graced a bulletin board near the entrance, courtesy of the youngest catechism class, with projects by the other classes lining the rest of the wall. The creaky wooden canteen tables which some parishioners swore were as old as the parish itself found themselves pushed to the side in favor of a large circle of folding chairs. Off to the side, a small table with tea, coffee and biscuits sat neatly by itself, ready to be partaken of. This was the scene Father Carmody entered into the day of the first meeting of the couples to be married in the next year at St. James’s.

Two by two, fourteen couples peeked into the room as though they weren't quite certain if they were in the right spot for marriage preparation, or would instead find themselves in the middle of the frowning semicircle of grannies in charge of plotting the advent coat drive and be drafted into their ranks. Relieved smiles bloomed on their faces as they spotted the cheery, sweater-wearing personage of Mrs. Hubbard, the parish secretary, at the attendance table. Once checked in, name tags written askew on, and pinned to shirts, they ambled across the chipped linoleum floors to snatch some refreshments, and mingled together until the newly familiar voice of Father Carmody called them all over to the circle of chairs that a Knight of St. Columba murmured he and his brother knights had a bloody awful time assembling the evening before, and took their seats in curious anticipation.

[roboticchibitan]

A Cottage Witch and her Dragon 19

(You can read the rest of this original story on AO3 here)

The entire street was abuzz with excitement. The rundown, boarded up cottage next to Serenity's own small cottage was being fixed up! The construction crew said the family of the elderly previous owners had sold it, and the new owner was fixing it up to rent it out. All the neighborhood could talk about was the new neighbor, and how much the landlord would charge for rent, and how everyone hoped the neighbor, whoever they ended up being, would be a good addition to the community.

"Serenity, when they move in, you come with me to greet them," Granny told Serenity excitedly over tea. "Maybe we'll get ourselves a cousin to add to our little neighborhood family."

Serenity smiled at the thought. "Okay, but I refuse to bother them until they've had a chance to unpack."

"I suppose that's fair," Granny said in tones of defeat.

Dragon let out a little questioning "mrrp" from his spot in his bed next to the fire, sending a questioning feeling along with it.

"Granny invited me to visit the new neighbor with her when they come!" Serenity told him.

Dragon wiggled excitedly and sent a questioning "me too?" kind of feeling. He was just as excited as everyone else, having told Serenity in his little emotion-sharing way that he was hoping for another playmate like Lucy when the new neighbor appeared.

"I don't know," Granny teased, "I think a big dragon might scare them off. Maybe you'll have to stay home."

Dragon let out an indignant shriek.

"I'm just teasing, you little troublemaker. Of course you can come with us."

Dragon, looking very pleased, nodded as if to say "Yes, good, as it should be," then curled back up in his little bed and went back to ignoring Serenity and Granny.

It was a week after construction had finished when Serenity happened to notice someone leaving the newly renovated cottage. It was six in the morning and Serenity was not awake yet, but she was headed to her market stall with her backpack that shrinks things you put into it. Dragon, as usual, sat draped around her shoulders like a sentient scarf. According to Francis Draflow's Field Guide to Dragon Familiars, a dragon familiar could choose what size they wished to stop growing at, and Serenity suspected Dragon was choosing to be a shoulder dragon for the foreseeable future.

The first thing Serenity noticed about the new neighbor was their hair. It was royal blue, shaved on one side, and braided prettily across the top and side of their head on the other. She could feel magical energy emanating from it. They must have gone to a magic hair salon. There was more magic about them, a glamour of sorts, it felt like. But it wasn't any type of glamour Serenity had ever come across before.

The neighbor, who was facing away from Serenity and towards their door, appeared to be struggling with something inside the cottage.

"Excuse me," said Serenity, not at all ready to talk to another human person this early in the morning, but also not able to leave someone who might need help to their own devices. "Excuse me, do you need help?"

The neighbor turned around, looking exasperated. This neighbor was wearing a blue sundress with sunflowers on it, and holding the most ornately carved cane Serenity had ever seen. It was a mass of vines and flowers curling around the central pole. She couldn't tell for sure because it was in the neighbor's hand, but it looked like the handle was carved in the shape of a bird.

Serenity noticed that this person, despite wearing feminine clothes, really didn't give off a sense of being female. She didn't notice anything about this person's body, just their clothes. She sensed the glamour getting stronger as she thought about it. Interesting. The next thing Serenity noticed was the pin on their sundress that said "They/them." Good to know, Serenity thought to herself.

"I'm sorry," said the blue haired neighbor apologetically. "Could you help me pull this wagon over the threshold of my cottage? I'm really weak today and I'm struggling."

"Sure!"

They stepped aside and offered Serenity the handle of the wagon, which she took. She couldn't tell what was in the wagon because there was a tarp over the contents, but it was not light.

With a quick pull, she got the first set of wheels over the threshold, and then another pull got the back wheels over, and the wagon was free.

"Here you go," Serenity handed the wagon back to the neighbor. "I'm Serenity by the way, and this is Dragon. We're your next door neighbors."

"I'm Cat," they smiled at her, brushing a stray lock of blue hair away from their face. "Thank you! I'm flaring after moving but I have to get to the market before it opens. I have a stall there. Today is my first day!"

"Oh, I have a stall at the market too!" Serenity smiled back. "I sell items with enchantments knitted and crocheted into them, and herbal teas with just a little magic thrown in to make them more effective."

"Oh, are you a witch? Then this must be your familiar!" Cat turned towards Dragon and waved. "Hi there."

Dragon waved back, then sent Serenity a questioning feeling.

"I don't think they have kids, Buddy," Serenity told him, then turned to Cat. "You seem a little young to have kids, is all," she explained.

"Yeah, I just graduated from Rodgate University of the Arts. I don't have kids."

Dragon let out an exaggerated sigh.

"He's disappointed because he was hoping to get another playmate out of the new addition to the neighborhood."

"Aww, I'll play with you," they said, smiling. "What kind of games do you like to play?"

Dragon perked up at this, and asked Serenity to relay the types of games he played sometimes.

"Well, he plays dress up with Lucy, the little girl down the street, and he plays catch sometimes."

Dragon sent Serenity an amendment.

"But not fetch. He's a familiar, not a pet. He normally just plays whatever games Lucy comes up with, honestly."

"Can he play board games?"

"You can just talk to him. He's sentient. I just have to interpret. He doesn't exactly speak yet, it's more like communicating through emotions. Witches can sense them. But it's considered rude to eavesdrop."

Dragon tapped her head and added a thought.

"Except for Granny Thomas, the neighbor on the other side of me. She's a retired weather witch. She's allowed to do all the snooping she wants."

"A snoopy old lady, huh?"

"The best snoopy old lady," Serenity corrected. "She'll adopt anyone looking for love, and a lot of people who aren't. She's raised dozens of kids and it wasn't enough. She makes the neighborhood a family."

Cat smiled widely. "I love it. Found family is so important. I've been looking for my own, you know."

"Your own family or your own found family?"

"Found. My own family is gone, now." A look of sadness settled on their face. "My grandma raised me, and she passed away last year."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. My parents died when I was young, and then my aunt died when I was a teenager. My mentor raised me. She wasn't the nurturing sort, but she did her best."

"We're all orphans in the making," Cat said with false cheerfulness. "Everyone's parents die eventually."

"Very true."

"Well, will you walk with me to the market? We're going to be late!"

"Oh drat. Yes, let's go."

Serenity matched her pace with Cat's, which was slower than her usual gait but not painfully slow. She noticed her new neighbor grimacing as they walked, and thought perhaps a free sample of joint tea might be in order.

"Should I pull your wagon for you? It's pretty heavy."

"Oh, but you have your backpack already," they objected.

"Don't worry about that, it's very light. I cast a spell on it to shrink everything inside. I can fit an army in this backpack and it still wouldn't be very heavy."

Cat's eyes widened with excitement. "Woah! That's so cool! Do you by chance sell those?"

"I sell smaller bags with the same enchantment. And I take commissions. That enchantment takes a lot of work, though, so it's a bit expensive."

"Do you think you could make it wide enough to hold paintings?" They asked.

"Paintings? You're a painter? That's awesome!"

"And a sculptor. I dabble in a lot of different arts. This wagon is super heavy. I thought I could handle it, but I'm not really sure that's feasible on bad days like today."

"Why don't you let me pull it for today, then. And we can make arrangements for later on the way."

"Okay, thank you," they said, their voice full of relief.

Serenity took the wagon and started pulling it behind her. Cat walked a little bit faster, and together they headed towards the Valley Commons market square.

"How much would you charge for a large bag?" Cat asked.

"Well, it would depend on the size of the bag and how big the things you want to store in it are. For something that could hold medium sized paintings, I would probably say 75 crowns. If you want it to fit larger paintings, then 100."

Cat looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, I can't commission you right away, because I just spent most of my savings on moving, but that would legitimately be a matter of accessibility for me, so I will save up for it. I'll show you my paintings when we get to the market and you can tell me whether it would be a medium or large bag."

Dragon sent Serenity a feeling of concern and the familiar feeling that meant, "please help."

"Dragon says I should pull your wagon in the meantime," Serenity said, smiling. "I am at market Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I can pull your wagon on those days, since you're right next door and we're going to the same place."

A look of absolute relief crossed Cat's face. "That would be so incredibly helpful. Those are my days at market too. I have bad joints and a disorder that makes my sense of pain be a lot stronger. If I exert myself too much like with moving, or sometimes when there's bad weather, I end up very weak."

"Oh, you should try my joint tea then! It's... it won't cure anything. I don't do false advertising, it absolutely won't cure anything. But it's got a lot of herbs that help with inflammation, as well as a few that help with pain, and I've added just a little bit of magic just to make those ingredients work better and harmonize together. Most of the neighbors buy it from me regularly, so while I don't know if it would work for you, it does work for some people."

Cat smiled. "It's worth a try. I've tried pretty much everything. Some things help, but it's never enough."

"I can't promise my tea will be enough either, but like you said, it's worth a shot."

They chatted as they made their way to the market. Cat's stall was at the end of the row that Serenity's stall was on. Serenity helped them unload some stands and put up some paintings, as well as putting some wooden animal sculptures on the display table. The paintings were beautiful stylized landscapes, and the sculptures had a lot of swirls and flow to them. Serenity's favorite was a sculpture that depicted an otter in water. The way the waves of wood looked like real water was almost magical.

Lastly, Cat set out several hand carved wooden canes. Several were plain on the shaft, with ornately carved handles. One was a crow, another was a snake. Serenity liked the thicker cane with floral carvings that seemed to grow up from the ground the best.

"You made these?" Serenity asked, though it was an obvious question.

"I did! My major specialty was painting until my grandma started going blind. I switched it to sculpture halfway through my freshman year so she could still experience my art in the time she had left. So I do a bit of both."

"That's lovely. I'm sure your grandmother was grateful."

Cat looked a little far away. "She was. She was there for all my terrible first attempts, and I'm glad I got to show her things I was actually proud of before she passed."

"What a great memory."

"Yes, it is. Well," said Cat, changing the subject, "Now that you've seen my paintings, what size bag do you think I would need?"

Serenity pondered the paintings for a moment. "I could fit all but the largest ones in a large bag. It would be 100 crowns, but for a neighbor I can take installments."

"Oh, would you?" Cat replied in tones of relief. "I moved into Valley Commons because so much of my monthly budget goes towards my gender glamour. It's expensive, but it really helps my dysphoria. I consider it a necessary expense."

"That makes sense. I've had trans friends, but I've never been close to someone who was nonbinary. If that's how you identify?"

"Yes! I ID as nonbinary and queer. I use they/them pronouns and I have masc days and femme days; the glamour allows for acknowledging that but not gendering me."

"That's a really fascinating glamour, professionally speaking. It must be energy intensive for the witch who does it."

"Yes, there's a whole coven who works on these types of glamours. They take on individual people as their clients. It's expensive, but it makes life worth living, so I continue. They actually give me a discount, but it's still a lot of money."

"That makes sense. It's a strong glamour. I'm glad they give you a discount, though."

They were interrupted by Mr Cuttle, the leather worker who made Dragon's prosthetic wings, coming across the way to introduce himself.

"A new face at the market, I see!" Was his opening line.

"Good morning, Mr Cuttle," Serenity greeted him. "This is my new neighbor and our new market-mate, Cat!"

Mr Cuttle extended his hand to Cat in a gesture of friendship. "Nice to meet you, Cat. I'm Timothy Cuttle. I do leather work and my stall is right across from yours."

Cat took his hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you, Timothy. I'm new to the neighborhood, but everyone is so friendly. Serenity helped me get my wares here today. I almost got stuck at my front door! She really saved me this morning."

"Serenity here is a good egg," Mr Cuttle agreed. "We have traded goods on occasion, and her work is top notch."

"So is Mr Cuttle's," Serenity responded. "Dragon still practices flying with your prosthetic wings! And they're really a genius design."

"Does Dragon have limb differences?" Cat asked, looking over at Serenity's stall where Dragon laid curled up in the bed she brought to market with him. He wasn't a morning person either.

"Yes, his wings haven't grown with the rest of him. Dragons don't technically need wings to fly. It's all magic that keeps them in the air because they are actually too heavy to fly on wing strength alone. But if the wings do not grow in properly, sometimes they need prosthetic wings to trigger their flight instincts. Dragon is still practicing flying, as his magical energy is very strong and he has trouble controlling it, and it can negatively affect the people around him if he can't control it properly."

"So that's why he hasn't been flying around all our heads," Mr Cuttle said cheerfully. "Once he gets it, he'll be unstoppable!"

"He'll be a menace, Granny Thomas says," Serenity laughed.

"And Granny Thomas is always right," Mr Cuttle acquiesced.

"She is, it's true."

"I can't wait to meet this person," Cat said. "She sounds like a character."

"She is the kind of person that you can't get angry at, because no matter what she does, she means well and she shows it."

"I like her already!"

"Well, folks are starting to come out of the woodwork, so I better head back to my stall," said Mr Cuttle. "It was nice meeting you! Your sculptures are absolutely beautiful!"

"Thank you!" Cat replied, waving as he departed.

"I had better go too," Serenity added. "I'll walk home with you this evening! Let me pull your wagon."

"I would appreciate it. I hope you make lots of sales today!"

"Thank you, me too," Serenity said wryly.

Serenity departed for her own stall, where Dragon waited in his little mohair sweater. The day passed by quickly. The market wasn't just a place for buying and selling. It was also a place for residents of Valley Commons to connect and keep each other up to date with the various workings of their personal lives, the neighborhood, and the city. Serenity visited with several friendly market-goers and some of her regular customers. Her joint tea and sleepy tea were both very popular, and she had a couple blends that were primarily made for flavor, rather than effect.

Finally, 6 pm rolled around, and it was time to go home. Serenity gathered her wares and stored them in her backpack, then made her way to Cat's stall to help them pack up.

"How was your first day?"

"Everyone was really friendly! I sold a cane and some smaller carvings, and one painting. It wasn't a lot, but this actually isn't my main source of income. I have several gallery shows going on right now, and a fellowship with the Rodgate Art Association. I just have the market stall for something to do with myself, because if I don't have somewhere I need to go I will just stay home all day every day and it's bad for my brain."

"I know what that's like," Serenity replied. "You should meet Granny, the neighbor on the other side of me. She'll make sure you're never lonely. Mr and Mrs Roberts across the street are very nice, too, and will lend you an egg or two if you realize you're short right in the middle of making cookies."

"It sounds like the neighbors all get along well! That's really nice. I lived in a more upscale part of town growing up, and we didn't talk much to our neighbors."

"It is nice! And if you like kids, Lucy will be happy to come and ask you a million questions about your art. She's a bit of a loud little kid, but she's so funny. Her and Dragon are best friends."

Here Dragon nodded emphatically, as if to say "Yes, best friends."

"She sounds delightful. Loud little kids are the best. They're so enthusiastic about everything."

Dragon nodded again, this time giving off a sense of "Yes, good, you understand."

"He's glad you understand how good loud little kids are. He's a bit of a loud little kid at times, himself."

Dragon frowned and sent her the emotional equivalent of "You take that back."

"You are!" Serenity exclaimed to him, "You shriek!"

Dragon, who was sitting on Cat's table, slowly and deliberately folded his arms and looked away from Serenity.

Cat laughed. "I don't need a translation for that one."

"Let me help you pack up," Serenity said, clapping her hands together. "We can head home and I can introduce you to Granny!"

"I’m looking forward to it!"

With Serenity's help (and Dragon's very important supervision), the booth was quickly packed up and the trio headed home.

As they turned the corner onto their street, Serenity spotted Granny waiting outside her door. Dragon gave an excited yell and jumped down from Serenity's shoulders, using a tiny bit of magic to float down slowly. He ran to Granny's side, excitedly tugging on her dress as he told her "Neighbor! Nice! Honey! Share!"

"You rascal, you just want honey," Granny said in tones of exasperation.

"Good evening, Granny," Serenity greeted the older neighbor. "I met our new neighbor today! Cat, this is Granny Thomas. Granny, this is Cat. They are an artist!"

"An artist, huh? How exciting! And Cat is a lovely name. Is that short for Catherine?"

"No, actually. It's short for Catnip."

"Catnip? That's an unusual name."

"My grandma used to say I was like a cat on catnip when I was little, and eventually it stuck as a nickname. When she died a year ago I changed it. I go by Cat on femme days and Nip on masculine days."

"Oh, that's very sweet. I love that!" Granny said enthusiastically. "It's so unique!"

"Thank you! It's a bit silly, I'm aware, but I like it, and that's what matters."

"I think it's so neat that young people in the community are picking their own names. I don't understand the pearl clutching about it. I make everyone call me Granny instead of my name, because that's what I am. So it makes sense to me that young folks would want that bit of self actualization too."

Dragon tugged on Granny's dress again, causing her to look down.

"You want honey, do you? Pest!" She said it in tones of complete fondness. "Alright, why don't you two put your things from market away, and then come over for some tea and a snack?"

"That sounds nice," Cat said. "I get lonely living alone."

"Well you are welcome to come knock on my door any time those four walls get too loud," Granny said cheerfully. "I don't work, and if I'm not home I'm usually at Serenity's. We're like family."

"That sounds lovely, thank you," Cat replied.

Serenity helped Cat deposit their wares in their tiny cottage, which had the same one room for kitchen and living and one bedroom layout as Serenity and Granny's cottages, and then they scurried over to Granny's for the promised tea and snacks.

[colleenmurphy]

"Yaaa!"

"Mammaaaa!"

"Mar Bear!"

"Saint Mary!"

The cacophony of sound that hit Mary Flannery as she walked up her small patch of lawn and up the gravel path towards home startled her nearly to her wits end. Her head buzzed as she staggered for a second before catching herself and leaning against the hood of Frank's blocked up clunker he tinkered on. Being hit by a wall of sound from your loved ones at 2AM after being put through the emotional wringer washer of life sets one on edge. Frank was in the drunk tank again but not before he'd been booked for battery and assault, his third strike and would be headed Up River to the lock up in the morning once he'd slept off the whiskey anger, rum strength and the possible concussion she'd given him. Her lip was busted, her left cheek sported twelve stitches as her head was ringing and her left eye was a dusky shade of blue black. She felt a cold shiver of satisfaction knowing she'd fought back this time. She'd given him hell and managed to gouge out his eye and make him swallow two of his own teeth. The back window of her Monte Carlo was busted out, her driver's side scraped and dented and smeared with her own blood. She'd left nail scratches in the paint. It had been one hell of a night tracking down Francis Patrick Flannery.

"I'm gonna fucking kill-

"Shut up, Mike. He's locked up. I've got a protective order filed. He's going up River a while."

Her feet had carried her back into the trailer and the tattered pieces of the life before he'd stormed out. She had just gotten it set to rights after Frank's last temper tantrum. There was a her sized hole in the sheetrock and she felt her head spin. The shelves that had stood the very test of time and many of Frank's emotional tornadoes was smashed to pieces. The dainty carnival glass figurines her Granny Delaney had gifted her as a child and the ashes of her first best friend, the former junkyard pup, Elvis lay scattered and wet. The hope chest her grandfather had built for her lay amongst the rubble, the baby blankets their daughters had been brought home in that her great granny had made for her before she passed away covered in the remains of the bleeding heart flower she kept in Great Granny's memory ground in all over the burnt orange shag carpet. The framed photos that lined the tidy little hallway leading to the bedrooms were smashed and their wedding photos were ripped apart. Her gown, made by her own two hands because they were young and in love and broke..and because it was what her Mama had done before her lay scattered on the back side lawn as the backdoor was left wide open. Ironically her mother-in-law's dog, Buck was currently taking a wicked piss on what looked like the back panel; this she knew because of the embroidered Claddagh she'd spent two months making.

The reality of her situation hit her full force as she felt her blood pressure spike as she grabbed the bat she'd defended herself with only five hours before and marched out onto the back porch.

"CYBIL GRACE FLANNERY GET YOUR GODDAMN DOG OFF MY FUCKING LAWN!"

Buck was a trashy mange covered mutt with a bad attitude much like his mistress these days. Cybil's head popped out the back window of her mobile home, a pastel Easter egg nightmare just behind Mary's own place. Frank had absolutely insisted on setting up their family home right next door to his beloved Mammy.

"Don't you got go hurting my dog! Bad enough you got my son locked up!"

Making a swift move passed the would be guard dog he let out a low growl to which Mary matched him look for look. Bucked backed away with a whimper for the shelter of his kennel a few yards away. Mary kept her pace as she marched put to Cybil's front door and knocked politely.

'1...2...3'

The thwack of the bat met the cheap plastic covered metal sheeting leaving a horrid dent and scrape. Followed swiftly by two more.

"Open your door you fucking coward! Look at what your son did!"

Dead silence from inside. A plan was wheeling away inside her mind as she came to the conclusion that she'd never get the apology she was owed. If she had known what a monster Cybil had managed to bring into the world she never would have accepted his marriage proposal.

"Boys! I need your help."

Her collective herd of half siblings, or half of them, looked at her seriously.

"Anyone know someone with a dolly system and a valid CDL?"

Denny casually raised his hand and looked at her through those impossibly thick eye glasses he needed.

"Yep! He's only a call away and he's home for the next two weeks. Cost ya a case of beer and an ounce of weed."

Mary raised an eyebrow and winced remembering the scratch at eye level. She hadn't thought it was going to be this easy.

"I'll throw in some shrooms and $150 out of the Squirrel fund if he can take her over the county line and dump her trailer and all."

Looking towards the elder of the Flaherty brothers she sighed.

"Mike..I'm calling it in."

"No. No you're not."

Studying her over the rim of his beer bottle Mike shook his head. He knew about fifty people that wanted Frank's tool collection and not to mention his pride and joy of a truck he treated better than his wife and kids.

"I want you to take that stupid fucking truck apart and sell it piece by piece for the highest bidder for cash only. If anyone has a problem they can talk to me."

Mary was well and truly apocalyptically pissed the hell off and fed up, this much her brothers Mike and Denny knew. Her mother could feel it rolling off her daughter in waves so she ended up taking Dawn and Fawn for the evening just to give Mary a moment to herself.

"Even if you can't cry yet Mar Bear...let yourself. You've got to get some of the poison out."

"I plan on it, Ma. I plan on it."

Pouring herself a few fingers of Yukon Jack she hunted down her smoking box and rolled the largest joint she could as her hands shook. He had very nearly killed her tonight. She couldn't allow him the satisfaction of knowing he had scared her. She'd also ensure he never saw her girls ever again. Fawn and Dawn were Mary's entire being and reason for living. His influence on them would be washed away, she'd ensure that.

"I'll get you Frank Flannery...and you're going to rue the day you set eyes on me."

Just before dawn the roar of a diesel rig woke up the Hidden Hills trailer park, well everyone except Cybil Flannery who slept like the dead through any manner of biblically loud events due to her use of an eye mask, ear plugs and prescription sleep aid along with a tipple of three of Scotch each night. She and her Easter egg colored nightmare trailer were hauled away over into Gallow's Ridge in Vermeer County right into American territory.

'Well, it's half on half out. So it'll cost her either way to get back to anywhere she needs or wants to be.'

Roddy MacLeod had told her. He was one of Denny's friends and back in town for the summer. They had gone to school together back in the day before he and his mom had moved away. Neither of them brought up the fact that they had been absolutely smitten with each other and had a spark as it was so long ago.

'Thank you...I can add on another ounce if you want."

"How about I take all three of you out?"

"Three?"

"You and your girls?"

"They're three...and not very...people-y."

"Like you said they're three and that's ok. I'm 36 and not very people-y either. How's about dinner at my place?"

"Where are you these days?"

"My Mom's old place actually. Just around the lane on the right."

"I remember."

A very small non wincing smile graced her face as she accepted the invitation.

"We'll bring dessert."

[librarycomic]

Paul Bunyan: The Invention of an American Legend by Noah Van Scrivner. With art and stories by Marlena Myles, an introduction by Lee Francis IV, a postscript by Deondre Smiles, and a bibliography for further reading. TOON Books, 2023. 9781662665226. 48pp. http://www.powells.com/book/-9781662665226?partnerid=34778&p_bt

This short graphic novel revels in the tall tales about Bunyan while showing their origin as stories created to justify the clearcutting of indigenous lands all over the U.S. by lumber companies. I found Myles's essay about indigenous stories about wood spirits / Little People particularly compelling, and plan to try to track down a few of those. (Email me if you know books I should look for.)

A Little Emotional by Christopher Eliopoulos. Rocky Pond Books, 2023. 9780593616611. https://www.powells.com/book/-9780593616611?partnerid=34778&p_bt

Eliopoulos's comics are fantastic, and so is this picture book about a young boy whose favorite action figure is missing. His emotions are drawn as creatures (that's anger on the cover before it gets ugly and explodes). Eliopoulos turns it all into a nice lesson on sharing (with one's younger siblings even).

Bad Apple by Huw Lewis Jones and Ben Sanders. Thames & Hudson, 2021. 9780500652435. https://www.powells.com/book/-9780500652435?partnerid=34778&p_bt

Apple is "a nasty piece of fruit." It's true, seriously -- he's a total bastard to other foods and flowers and then he goes too far. Sanders's illustrations, and particularly their colors, are wonderful. (There's even a sequel of sorts, Apple Grumble, in which Granny Smith tries to teach Apple some manners.)

A Place for Pauline story by Anouk Mahiout, illustrations by Marjolaine Perreten. Groundwood Books, 2022. 9781773066097. 48pp. https://www.powells.com/book/-9781773066097?partnerid=34778&p_bt

Pauline is the oldest kid in her family and it feels like she's always in the wrong place at the wrong time. But she finds a hidden, quiet space for herself, but then she gets bored alone and so plans to secretly jump on a boat to France to visit her grandma (also named Pauline). This is another great picture book in comics format, which I believe was originally published as a graphic album for kids in France.

[millylotus]

Im like a week late for the WIP ask game but whats #6 The Phantomhive Legacy

👀

ehehehehe >:> yeeessss, i have been wanting to speak on the Phantomhives!

Okay so base thing this is a Black Butler AU, that just assumes Sebastian let Ciel live for awhile & that Elizabeth & Ciel [who are engaged in canon] are NOT cousins, cause honestly it makes no sense to me & it's rarely ever talked about in fandom & it's not needed for cannon to even make sense, it's just a thing the author put in [the author does that alot, would not suggest BB for the faint of heart, that shits heavy]

ANYWAY onto the au!

So essentially Ciel & Lizzie grow up to have kids & those kids are so much fun!

Family tree for more specific stuff I suggest looking at it! it has some more lore for the au written in it

Ciel & Lizzie grow up & have kids & those kids are intresting

The First & Second Born Children "The Twins"

Born May 23rd, 1898

Violet Angelica “Viola” “Vivi” Phantomhive

Inheritor of the Royal Dog Title Named after Vincent Phantomhive & Angelina Dalles-Burnett Viola looks most like their mother, with black hair & Midford green eyes, she’s just a tad taller than Frenchie & is very smug about not being the shortest, but still doesn’t like that the boys are taller. Vivi is more introverted compared to her sisters, being a sly & manipulative person like Vincent but when with those she trusts she’s a goofy & fun person

Franchesca Leona “Chesca” “Frenchie” Phantomhive

Inheritor of Funtom Toy Corparation Named after Francis & Alexis Leon Midford Frenchie looks like their granpa Vincent, with red-ish blonde hair & blue eyes, only slightly shorter than Vivi & Theo & absolutely hates it, but is glad to not be as short as Chelle Chesca has been compared to Madame Red with her loud sociable & fun personality, though she’s a business woman down to her bone & can be very cold & calculating

Named after Francis & Alexis Leon Midford Inheritor of Funtom Toy Corp

Ciel was scared out of his mind when they found out Elizabeth would be having twins, he didn’t want one of his kids feeling like he did as a child. Lizzie of course saw his distress & promised him that the children would not be subjected to such things. Vivi & Chesca coincidentally look nothing alike.

Their obvious differences brought Ciel some calm, Lizzie was so happy to have had a safe pregnancy mostly, Rachel had multiple complications with Ciel & his brother.

4yrs Later...

Vivi & Chesca coincidentally look nothing alike

The Third & Middle Child

Born Aug 31st, 1902

Alexander Rachel “Alex” “Lexie” Phantomhive

Awarded Medical Doctor Named after Alexis Leon Midford & Rachel Phantomhive Alex was born with dark red-ish black hair & blue eyes & looks like a mix of his parents, while also being ridiculously tall in comparison to his siblings, sometimes lords his height. Alex like Vivi is introverted & is generally kinda depressing person, being rather clumsy with his gangly tall proportions, he’s just as sarcastic as his father though.

Their third child was just as planned, they both grew up with only one older sibling & no one else, & thought it would be a better idea to have at least one or two more children to the give twins less feeling of competition.

There weren’t many complications with Alex’s birth, though he was born a bit later then had been expected.

2yrs Later...

The Youngest Daughter & Fourth Child

Born Dec 25th, 1904

Emily Michelle “Emmie” “Chelle” Phantomhive

Knight under the Midford Family Named after Doctor Sullivan & Sebastian Michaelis Emmie has black hair & green eyes & looks almost exactly like their granny Rachel & great-auntie Angelina, she’s also the shortest of the siblings & absolutely peeved about it just like Ciel. Emmie is loud like Frenchie though is more awkward & kind of stiff with new people, but the moment she’s comfortable she’s loud & proud, & is very passionate about swords & is a kind girl.

Their fourth child, Emmie, was a tiny bit of an accident after they thought they where done at Alex, but they love her just as much.

Chelle was born rather healthy compared to her other siblings & was doted on a lot until Eddie was born.

1yr Later...

The Youngest Son & Fifth Child

Born May 15th, 1906

Edmund Theoderich “Eddie” “Theo” Phantomhive

Famous Spoiled Socialite Named after Edward Midford & Dierdrich Abt Eddie has blonde hair & brown eyes like his granny Rachel, & looks a lot like granpa Vincent & their uncle Edward, 2nd tallest of the siblings & smug about it. Eddie is pretty relaxed & coy like his father Ciel, though far more sociable to the point where he’s also compared to Madame Red like Chesca, he kind of acts like a spoiled brat annoyingly.

After Emmie was born Lizzie & Ciel where hit with baby fever again & had Eddie shortly after Emmie.

Eddie was unfortunately born kind of early & almost didn’t make it & developed asthma like Ciel they kind of babied him because of it.

The siblings all get along rather well, their parents made sure of it, the kids do have wildly differing personalities of course.

Born May 23rd, 1898

[theuniverseawakens347]

When I was 19, shortly before my grandma was emitted to the hospital for cancer but “died” of aggressive fluid on the lungs, says Lee to me ( and I did not go to my grandmothers funeral )

My granny Florence told me when I visited her off of Florence ( ironic) and 8th ave …down the way from uncle love lots ( Gilbert) on 72nd and Crenshaw … she told me the truth about my identity of being ADONDI and the Illuminati

And that Lee would go ABOVE AND BEYOND out her way to deem me crazy and unfit “ward of the state” to reap BIG financial benefits off my family name / MY life purpose.

I purposely made this blog to document EVERY STEP OF MY SPIRITUAL AWAKENING BACK TO TRUE SELF as documentation that Lee Garlington was going to try and use the “mentally ill” card against me .. which is EXACTLY what she did at the psych ward of St Francis medical center and even LONG before that to therapist Michelle Cauley ( and associates) ...who ironically worked RIGHT ABOVE THE SCREEN ACTORS GUILD ON LABREA.

Thanks to the Illuminati I have been placed in ALL the proper hands / care to get me safely to claiming WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE and FINALLY ENDING the war “against free masons and Illuminati” but REALLY THE WALLACE FAMILY BLOOD LINE AND MOST IMPORTANTLY FUCKING NAME.

As I’ve stated many times before this blog is in the hands of EXACTLY who needs it to finish off my case against

Doris Jean Bennett

Grace “family” homes

The state of California

And Lee Garlington / Illuminati vs Free masons.

I will NOT be taking any psychiatric meds simply because I DO NOT FUCKING NEED MEDS,

YOU USE THEM TO SILENCE ME BECAUSE YOU ARE AFRAID OF ADONDI AND HER POWER/ TRUTH GETTING OUT,

..bruh, I’ve had FAMILY ALL AROUND ME this WHOLE TIME, doing what they need to behind the scenes to GIFT ME BACK WHAT WAS ALWAYS RIGHTFULLY MINE AS CASHAY TANEISHA WALLACE.

You Lee Garlington sent me down the path of spiritually ON PURPOSE to further see what I would discover on my own and how you could use it against me ,

And I wrote TWO WEEKS before my accident something would happen where I WOULD be perfectly OKAY, WHICH I WAS , but YOU would try to use as a means to label me mentally ill , WHICH YOU DID ,

And tried to take it a step further by saying I was also a drug addict like my “mother” YOU met when I was 15.. when you KNOW that is not my mom.

I was also told by GOOD family members of the WALLACE name that YOU paid off, some of the women I was close to / getting close to in my birth family

Aunty Mimi,

Cousin A’sha,

“Aunt” Emma ( who ironically lived in the neighborhood over from you where Alexis Wallace was shot)

Aunty Wanda AND Cousin Trysha

To NOT tell me my truth / Deny access of me “being” around birth family.

THATS why everyone was so SPOOKED when I popped home summer 2020 and people were asking “who told you where I live now”

You paid Mimi and Trysha off again when I attended the memorial in 2021 for cousin Lexi… as YOU were ALREADY reading my blog ( planning) and “keeping” up with me on your own …HOPING I had NOT met Tristan …

Whom you ALSO paid off in September of 2023 to separate and leave me hanging while you AGAIN placed me in the psych ward to make me look like a crazy stalking lunatic ex.

Tristan told you YOU should tell me the truth and you said “ if you keep quiet and let me do it I will gift you $$$ “ telling him to “name his price”

From September 2023- March 2024 YOU’VE been paying him off to keep quiet and / separate from me, WHICH I HAVE PROPF OF AND WILL BE USING.

So YOU can put your fucking big girl pants on and have the uncomfortable TRUTHFUL conversation, or I can continue to let the world around you fall apart …like you saw / felt today.

DONT FUCKING PLAY WITH ME ANYMORE.

[grapecaseschoices]

playlist: shut the door, i'm not coming back home (estranged relationship to parent? leaving home? not being able to come back home? your choice!)

playlist: shut the door, i'm not coming back home [estranged relationship edition]

Coming of Age by Maddie Medley

Creep by Kina Grannis

Solitude by Sorry, Peach

The Wolf by Phildel

Happier Than Ever by Billie Eiliish

Sea Lion by Sage Francis

When You Die by Areshi

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message me a made up title of a mixtape/playlist and i have to pick 5 to 10 songs i think would go on it

say “playlist: title” in ur ask so i know what its for

[retirement-home-rumble]

NOOO GRANNY FRANCIS ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽ IM SORRY KIOKESU (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠)

Pour one out for Granny Francis. The power of the kitty cat was too strong. Dixie couldn't win either

[johannepetereric]

The problem with “Study the Greater Church Doctrine” is that it falls into both “bandwagon/ad populum” and the “Appeal to Tradition.” And also not taking into account that every religion has their branches, every person having split off into groups—even outliers then—of different interpretations of the same text. This is why there are so many sects of Christianity (and Judaism, I think). And also that slowly, more and more religious authorities are coming out as pro-[leftist ideal]. God loves them so, and whatever the equivalent is elsewhere. They even recite the fucking text to support leftist ideals—again, different interpretations of the text. For example, I was once a pro-life Christian, but now I am a pro-choice Christian.

Also, let me remind you of The Wholesome Grannies. Also, I remember some time in the last year that the Pope (Francis?) came out as pro-gay, so there.

I assure you, people are not a monolith, but even the Religious. People CAN change.

[cricksims]

Borowski Legacy - 1921

AJ is quite the handful. All he does is give the ladies trouble!

Amelia thinks it's pretty hilarious when he disobeys Olive, however.

She's pretty strict on the boy, unlike Amelia who is way too lenient. Olive tries not to let it bother her. Somebody has to teach AJ some manners!

With the fussy boy and a needy infant, Selma offers to come over and help with the whole family by her side. Otto and Joanna now have a toddler a bit younger than AJ. Little Abraham and AJ get along swimmingly!

AJ also loves to get spoiled by his Granny.

Selma welcomes Olive to the household, assuming that Amelia is helping Abel's former love out of respect for Abel. She is none the wiser that AJ is actually Olive's child. Otto, thankfully, never spilled the beans.

He loves little Imogene, but her family questions where Sonny is. Amelia says they got into a quarrel, but does not delve deeper than that. She does not want them to be horrified that she loathed her baby.

Francis is also getting so big! For being her most youngest brother, he is quite the responsible young boy. Although he is Abraham's uncle, he treats the boy like a little brother.

Amelia is glad to be around her family again. Although she would never admit it, she missed them dearly.

[syliboywarrior37]

Getting my small double, double and enjoying the moments of peace and nature[kind of]. I haven't went out to walk in the woods and stay active much as I should be in[as I was in] Eskasoni. See? Eskasoni has this power over me when I regain my strengths, influences and powers of motivation, determination, vigor and gumption. I know that I have been wanting to move back home when I do get my liquids down. I know that I've been trying to restrict my fluids and doing that is almost like survival! You have to drink to maintain homeostasis and/or equilibrium. I know that I need to be humble enough to accept help from the Morrison family of Eskasoni the right way. They cannot get away with certain things because of personal, petty beliefs.

Hopefully I can get my liquids down; all the way down to 109.7 kg or less. I know that I'm loved and valued as a Eskasoni Band member, as a Family member, Mi'kmaq Nation member and Syliboy/Jown family member, cultural community member, Johnny's Gym member and Mawita'mk member. My gentleman-like ways have gotten people liking me. I appreciate that and I am kind of proud. I am an NSCC alumni and I am an graduate of Unama'ki Driving School. I am enrichen and full each year with newer stuff at Mawita'mk Society. Sometimes I think I'm way too spoiled by my memberships and knowing that I got all these business opportunities I could learn a thing or two about drugs. I could get into landscaping, pharmacy and other citizenship opportunities that I hope I could get in this life of being an Eskasoni Band Status member.

I am Canadian and I have good economic resources and accessibility because of my Band Chief and Council. I think. I want that to be a belief. I have citizenship opportunities and First Nation opportunities in my hometown. I know that I want to move back when I'm well educated, careered in traditional holistic counseling and life skills/andragogue career. Have all these psychotherapeutic skills and options if that don't pan out. How to build a routine and control your habits with Neurolinguistic Programming, DBT trained and Cognitive Behavioral Therapy trained. With a social psychological paradigm of addiction, trauma and grief. I want to approach this the way my biological mother's teachings was.

I don't know if I want to have an ugly, dark and violent side. I know that being a gentleman doesn't require schooling in my hometown. I don't think I have an ugly side because I haven't tapped into for years. I've been a gentleman for years that I think it was out of habit and routine I've been a gentleman. Or tried ho be...

I know that out of habitual thinking I want to be a well educated, well trained and well licensed gentleman. But I don't want to be taken advantage of by a female addict who doesn't want to go counseling. I know that I'm loving the fact that women appreciate this. And I want be a good guy and a good gentleman. But too, I want to be well exercised to have some kind of muscular fitness/fighting prowess for fighting the right fights.

I don't do reputation laundering because I try to tell the truths of my past. I was a child criminal/child addict/child hustler. I earned my pop bottles to recycle and earn small money from my stepfather. He and uncle Francis was in good business, I think. I needed the money to learn budget and financial literacy/financial independence. To take investment opportunities and create a healthy relationship with businesses of Eskasoni. I have earned[in my stepfather's mother(granny's eyes) a good workethic]. I needed to earn my Walkman and headphones. I know that I was slowly earning but day by day I was doing what I could. My stepfather and biological mother didn't have licenses. And when my parents moved to Mickey's Lane, they gotten their licenses. We were becoming a self-sustaining, self-supporting and fully functional family. My mother promised me after my older brother pass his license I could get mine. That was the original plan.

[lboogie1906]

Broderick Dornell Smiley (August 10, 1968) is a stand-up comedian, television host, actor, and radio personality, known for his prank phone calls. The calls feature him disguising his voice and carrying on a conversation with the recipient of the call. He is the host of the nationally syndicated Rickey Smiley Morning Show based in Atlanta from its flagship affiliate WHTA “Hot 107.9”. He has starred in the sitcom The Rickey Smiley Show, which aired on TV One. He is a featured columnist on Dish Nation. He started appearing on Rickey Smiley For Real, a reality television series about his life.

He appeared as the host of the 2000 season of the ComicView program. He has appeared on Showtime at the Apollo, Def Comedy Jam, Snaps, The Nashville Network, Uptown Comedy Club, and Comic Escape. His original comedy routines often feature the role-play of fictional characters such as “Bernice Jenkins” (known as Granny Swims, Ms. Johnson, or Mrs. Francis), “Lil’ Daryl”, and “Rusty Dale” and “Beauford”.

He became the morning show personality for radio station KBFB in Dallas. The show features brand prank calls, as well as news, information, and the latest hip-hop music. He signed a deal with Syndication One to take the show nationwide, and The Rickey Smiley Morning Show is now heard on several mainstream urban radio stations.

He has released several humorous songs based on his bits, such as “Roll Tide” featuring his redneck character Buford, and “We Miss Robert”, based on a routine of his in which a friend of a deceased drug dealer performs a rap song called “We Miss Robert” at the funeral, which is a song about a woman, performed in hopes of landing a record deal.

He had a starring role in Friday After Next.

He appeared in All About the Benjamins as an informant of Ice Cube’s character, Snitch Mitch. His appearance can be viewed in a deleted scene in the special features of the DVD.

He has four children (one deceased). #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #omegapsiphi

[cinemaocd]

Not to blaspheme on this excellent post by bringing up Dan Simmons, but the novel makes different use of Crozier's Irishness, by having Francis remember his Irish granny (Moira) and her gift with ESP being the part of him that can communicate with Silna at the end of the novel. (I don't support Crozier/Silna as it's written in the book, but I do actually like the idea of them communicating telepathically so I kept that in this fic I wrote.

I disagree a bit that Crozier wouldn't have any Irish language, yes the language was suppressed at this time, but there was only so much they could do. My recent research into my own genealogy gives a bit of anecdotal evidence to the contrary. (My relatives probably emigrated at this time and at least one of them listed Irish as the language spoken at home on a census form and the place where they wound up-- Newfoundland-- has Irish language place names and the people even have west country accents to this day!) '

The Irish language revival didn't really start until much later in the century, but the rural areas in the west always had isolated pockets of Gaelic (this is part of why Yeats is buried in Sligo and not Dublin where he was born and raised...) and people were closer to the culture than in the cities.

Also, while we're on the topic of accents, there's that critical scene with Goodsir where he picks apart Hickey's accent and pin points that he comes from poverty. It's amazing that Crozier doesn't pick up on the authenticity of it as well, but of course he's drunk when it comes up and he may never give it another moment's thought. When he finds out the truth in episode 10 I suppose it would be too much for him to be like: wow it makes sense that you did such a great English accent while Tuunbaq is attacking...

ok francis rawdon moira crozier post: everyone’s always (rightly) repeating the “irish and middle born” line but i really don’t see talk about it beyond that — except maybe having him spit some irish gaelic while he fucks fitzjames in a fic, and i guarantee you that man would not have been a fluent irish speaker (see: efforts from both the english and from irish communities to prevent people from speaking irish). and as part of that i’d like to see more discussion of francis’ betrayal of who he is and where he comes from.

he is irish. the famine has just begun. he spends his life attempting to rise through the ranks of, to be a successful arm of, the empire that has ensured his status as a second class citizen, his inability to speak his ancestral language, the genocide of his countrymen. francis has his assertive personality and his vocal objections and his challenges, but ultimately he’s betrayed the very essence of who he is and only does it further upon destroying himself with alcohol — because to the empire, what else would an irishman do?

and he has so little genuine self awareness about it. deep inside himself, in his subconscious, i’m sure he knows. but he could never begin to Truly know it within the conscious or to actually vocalize it. bc how do you even begin to acknowledge or make sense of this about your ENTIRE LIFE?

and ofc this parallels with james and with hickey. pretending to be something you’re not, betraying the very essence of what you are. hiding. he doesn’t know it but THAT is the basis of his initial resentment of those two: they’re betraying themselves.

because to him, at first, hickey is an irishman who has so fully committed to the betrayal he won’t even speak in a way that implies his origin. hickey thinks this double deception makes them comrades, but in reality, would francis really have had hickey punished As A Boy if not for their first exchange? would hickey have mocked francis’ irishness from the gallows if not for the failure of that disguise, this betrayal of a perceived countryman?

the full extent of james’ betrayal is hidden to francis until the cairn but he still sees it, and he sees himself in it. the obedience, the obsequience, the ambition, the admiration, (the queerness,)

so when james confesses his bastardry, his non englishness, his deception, even if francis did not now love him, how could he ever hold it against him? he’s done worse.

and, perhaps most significantly, paralleling that with silna. francis helping the empire to colonize and imperialize other places as ireland was. silna avoiding and almost rejecting her duty for nearly the entirety of the show, seeking shelter with and in some cases allying with the interlopers she despises and who have ruined her life. Tuunbaq Is Dead.