#jess' 200 celebration

[stardust9905]

THE ENDING THO OMG- 🤣🙌

The Fives and Fox ficlet was so good xD

Love the sibling rivalry between the 212th and 501st,

How about one with the line: "Alright, settle down boys"

Congratulations on the 200 followers!🤗

THANK YOU! Honestly, I love the rivalry as well, and am pretty stoked about how this one came out hehe. Hope you like it!

Rating - T (I can't believe I only made Rex swear once)

Rex sighed in exasperation as he took in the scene before him. “Does everything have to be a competition?” he muttered under his breath. Cody chuckled next to him.

“Do you even know what they’re doing?”

“Who the kriff knows?” The various competitions had started off with standard things like weight lifting and foot races, but as the war had dragged on and the rivalry between the 501st and the 212th had grown, the creativity in their competitions had skyrocketed, much to Rex’s chagrin. Last week, it had been a competition to see who could generate the largest static charge by shuffling on a carpet square. Rex wasn’t sure how they’d convinced Tech to let them borrow his oscilloscope for that (maybe they hadn’t), but the spark that had shot from Jesse’s finger after a full thirty seconds of shuffling had secured victory for the 501st. Before that, it had been a pie-eating contest, and last month, he’d had to interrogate all of them to figure out who had procured the stiletto pumps they’d been racing in. Now, as they stared at the sea of gold and blue painted plastoid in front of them, Rex could only wonder what they’d come up with this time. He and Cody pressed to the front, and Rex heaved another frustrated sigh.

Fives and Waxer were facing off against one another. Fives looked as though he’d been hit by a speeder multiple times. Jesse was pressing a blaster into his hands while Waxer squared off opposite him.

“Alright, both set to stun?” called Hardcase from the sidelines.

Boil inspected Waxer’s blaster and gave a thumbs up and Jesse nodded as he peered at Fives’s weapon.

“Alright, square off boys.”

Waxer and Fives both aimed their pistols at one another, and Rex’s eyes widened in horror.

“Three, two, one, FIRE!” They both sent stun bolts at one another, their DC-17s clattering to the floor. Fives was sweating profusely, doubling over at the waist, his arms hanging limply at his side as he strained. Waxer was running through every swear word he knew as he struggled to stay upright. The crowd let out cheers and “whoas” as the two clones teetered back and forth for several seconds before Fives finally began to teeter to one side.

“YOU’VE GOT THIS WAXER!”

“COME ON FIVES! SUCK IT UP, MAN!”

Rex turned to his left to see Kix calmly observing on a stool. The medic hadn’t noticed his captain’s presence yet, but when he did, he gave him a pained smile.

“Kix, would you kindly care to explain what the kriff is going on here?” Rex asked through gritted teeth.

Kix grinned. “Competition to see who can stay up the longest after getting stunned. Fives is currently the champion.”

Rex looked over at the trooper, who was leaning hard to one side, his mouth slightly slack as he stared at Waxer. “And how many times has Fives been stunned?”

“Errrr…what time is it?” Kix asked, and Rex glared at him.

“1600,” Cody said from over his shoulder.

“Eh…then this’ll be six.”

“What time did you start this?” Cody asked as Rex seethed.

“1500. Manuals state that it takes approximately ten minutes to recuperate after a stun bolt so…” Kix trailed off as Rex pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“You mean to tell me Fives has been shot six times in the last hour?”

“Yeah. If my math is right.”

Rex turned back as the crowd roared just in time to see Waxer topple over. Jesse surged forward as Fives flopped on his back a moment later, finally giving in to the stun and passing out.

“Who’s up next?” Hardcase called, and Rex whirled on him, ready to rip into him before Cody rested a hand on his shoulder.

“Alright, alright, settle down boys. I’d say that’s enough for one night.”

A chorus of groans echoed throughout the barracks but the crowd quickly dispersed, the 212th heading back to their own barracks, leaving the 501st to huddle around Fives. Rex pushed forward before nudging Fives’s shoulder gently with his foot. The ARC trooper groaned from his place on the ground, opening one eye blearily.

“Mmmm…kriff,” he mumbled when he saw Rex standing over him, helmet in hand.

“I’d ask what you’ve learned today, but I’m sure I’ll only be disappointed,” Rex muttered as Fives struggled to roll onto his stomach.

“S’nothing, Cap. Just like having a bad hangover.”

Rex squatted down as Fives made it to his hands and knees. “Well, in that case, you’ve done plenty of latrine duties with hangovers, so one more shouldn’t be an issue for you. Jesse, Hardcase, and Kix will be helping you as well.” He glanced at the other three, who remained silent, not wanting to incur more of the captain’s wrath.

Fives groaned, flopping on his stomach as Rex turned on his heel, exiting with Cody right next to him. As soon as they got out of earshot, Rex extended his hand out to the commander, and Cody chuckled, digging around in one of his pouches before producing a few credits.

“Alright, but you know they won’t win them all, right?”

“Sure, and when they don’t, I’ll owe you,” the captain teased, tucking his winnings into a pouch on his belt.

Participate in my 200 Follower Celebration! :)

[eobe]

Greetings wanderer, nice to meet you! ☕️🦉

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‚The Outpost’ // Mayday, Crosshair and the black ice vulture on Barton IV ❄️

‚Get Lula‘d!‘ // Wrecker annoys Crosshair with Lula 🃏

‚Come ˋere!‘ // Wrecker hugging Rex 🤗

‚Tech being Tech’ // Infodump mode activated 🤓 Quickdoodle

‚Mantell mix‘ // Echo sniffing suspect food 🍿 Quickdoodle

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‚Clones. Brothers. Dads.‘ // Hunter and Cut Lawquane about to be a dad 🥹

‚Don‘t do it, Crosshair!‘ // Echo waiting for his cybernetics got cuddle attacked 🧶

Big sweater pile escalation // Poor Echo deserves a caf. Omega and his brothers crowding him and Batcher couldn't resist anymore. Gonky is happy too, Tech still tinkering somewhere 🧶

,Sniper in my office' // Crosshair is a cat and this is another proof 🐈‍⬛

🎳 Cantina fight series 🎳

‚OH YEAH!‘ // Wrecker starting the cantina fight 💣

‚Here comes the sun‘ – Part 1 // Get WRECKERED! Wrecker serving his deadliest hug to the soup clones💥

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💙 The Clone Wars 💙

‚Brothers’ // Feral and Savage Opress 🔥

‚Dogma‘s decision‘ // Fives and Dogma. Umbara arc 💙

‚Fives and "Blues"‘ // Fives with the drunk blue eyed clone at 79's 💙

‚Savage survived‘ // Sober from Sith vibes with a yellow double-bladed lightsaber 🔥

‚Fives laughing at Jesse‘ // Jesse is not amused. Umbara arc 💙

‚Staring contest‘ // Commander Wolffe almost growling 🐺

‚Oh Captain my Captain‘ // Captain Rex slightly blushing 💙

,Rex with long hair' // He considered a topknot and a Weequay braid in a joke 💙

👀 Captain Gregor‘s faces project 👀

Part 1 // The shocked face 😨

Part 2 // The uh-oh face 😒

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Part 4 // ‚Insubordinate plebe‘ 🤨

Part 5 // The caught-watching-him faces 😉

Part 6 // The ‚flirtation mask‘ 😎

🙏 Underrated clones 🙏

‚Most stylish clone’ // Captain Keeli! (My very first clone drawing)

‚One man army but chuckling‘ // Captain Gregor!

‚Man bun’ vs. ‚Open hair’ Part 1 & 2 // Tup!

‚Long hair‘ Part 3 // Tup!

‚Respect is something to be earned‘ // Mayday!

‚Icy eyes‘ // Edge! The blue eyed clone

‚Sneaky fingers‘ // Hardcase!

„Odd Ball“ // Davijaan! This is his true name!

‚Helplessness‘ // Commander Fox!

‚Paragon’ // Sergeant O‘Niner!

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‚Chess game‘ // en detail ♟️

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Captain Keeli full armor  // 100 Follower Celebration 🎉

‚Echo in the rain‘ // fanart for ‚Starstruck‘ of @isthereanechoinhere96

‚Hunter in the woods‘ 🪶 // Hunter portrait and tattoo close up for @lonewolflupe

‚Owly day‘🦉 // Brooding over ideas and solutions… fuzzy and hooting on a clone trooper helmet with caf (honor to my moots)

,I ♥️ caf' // Commander Fox! Have you ever tried caf with spice?

,The last stand – Heroes of Ryloth' // Captain Keeli and General Di fight scene / 200 Follower Celebration 🎉 

‚Clanker day‘ // I‘m a fallen, headless clanker today. Kriff.

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Dividers?

Free to use and share them, just tag me – Thank you 🤩 If I am in the mood I'll do some more and create a list for them.

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Next (maybe) drawing projects

Our favorite clones but long haired and bearded 😎

Maybe AU crossover? Tup, the Winter Soldier? Shall I touch this boat… 👀🙈

Face close ups. Focussing on sparkling eyes 🤩 and (blissfully crosshatched) tattoos 🫠

Armor-up (ARC or RC) and Glow-up for our favorite clones ✨ OC armor design. Drawing Padawan army since I achieved more than a companie of followers ✨

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About me

☘️ Drawing Padawan. Restarted drawing on 3rd September 2024.

☘️ Art style: Sketchy, shading and lining. Maybe not able to shut off crossshading and too big shining eyes. Sometimes trying something new. 

☘️ Huge fan of Star Wars, especially The Clone Wars / The Bad Batch and some other fandoms like Tolkien universe since I was a child.

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Growth struggles ❤️‍🩹

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[billsbabydoll]

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

<3-in celebration of hitting over 200+ followers i wanted to make a little introduction/about me!

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𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞:

<3-hii my name is jess!

<3-i understand three languages (english, spanish, and german).

<3-ive been in the tokio hotel fandom for about 3 years now.

<3-i chronically listen to music, i listen to anything and everything.

<3-fav artists/groups are tokio hotel, lana del rey, lady gaga, ke$ha, 6arelyhuman, kim petras, deftones, hole, pierce the veil, and avril lavinge.

<3-im THE biggest fashion, runway show, victoria secret, supermodel, 2000s-2010s pop-culture, cd, book, poster, horror, nick-nack, film, photography, makeup, spirituality, wellness, pinterest, manifestation, self-growth lover EVERRR.

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𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨:

<3-dont be afraid to ever reach out and talk to me, i love talking to people and getting to know everyones individuality.

<3-im always open to suggestions and any requests.

<3-i ask that any of you dont copy, plagiarize, or steal any of my stories (if you do indeed take inspiration from my work, atleast give me credit).

<3-this is my one and only account!

<3-my posts are made only for specific audiences(the girls that get it)so with that being said, if you dont have anything nice to say or frankly dont like my content PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!!

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬..

𝓍ℴ𝓍ℴ, 𝒷𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒹ℴ𝓁𝓁.

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Hi Frosty! Congratulations on your 200 followers 🥳 Very well deserved!

I didn't have anything specific in mind, so I'm going to do my request a little differently (if you're not a fan of this, feel free to ignore). I'll give you three things. You can write whatever you want, but it must contain all three!

1. Fireflies

2. Peanut butter

3. A goodnight kiss

For clones, you can choose from Fives, Wolffe, Tup, or Thorn. It could be fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, suggestive or not. It's up to you! Oh, and with a female reader, please!

I can't wait to see what you come up with 💚

Much love!

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Holidays in Hyperspace [Tup x Fem!Reader]

Warnings and Information: Having been friends for quite some time, Tup has grown incredibly fond of you and your company, and has been wondering how to take things to the next step. A unique opportunity presents itself when the 501st helps Ahsoka put together a party to liven things up and celebrate one of the many galactic holidays while on a long journey through hyperspace; Tup chooses the night of the party to make his affections clear. Will he pull it off without his (well-meaning) brothers meddling with his plans? 2nd Person POV, undescribed Fem!Reader (save for a costume). Fluff fic. Friends to lovers. Some fixing of each other's clothes costumes. Mando’a. Very minimal Star Wars and real-world swearing. Fictional and in-universe holidays. Narrative and stylistic use of italics. This fic doubles as a submission for @pinahallowsevecloneparty (permission was given by the requester); prompt sentence(s) for that event are in orange. 

Word count: 6,593

It was an early Taungsday morning, the Resolute flagship deep in the thralls of hyperspace. 

Though you should be used to it at this point in the war, you would occasionally find yourself struggling with the extended hyperspace journeys. The longer they were, these trips were capable of warping one’s internal sense of time without local day-night cycles to take one’s cues from. The unaccustomed and inexperienced had a much harder time dealing with these drawn-out travel periods, often oversleeping or undersleeping. 

Those who had grown wiser in time advised that if you were finding it difficult to sleep, it was best to find something productive to do until you were sufficiently worn out. So, around 03:30, you shuffled yourself down to one of the unofficial social centers—disused meeting or war rooms that had been converted to more inviting spaces-—and wondered who you would find. 

More often than not, you could expect to brush elbows with your fellow crew members, as well as the boys of bravest blue, troopers of the 501st Legion of the GAR.

In your time among the Resolute’s crew, you created more than a few unexpected friendships with the Clone soldiers, all of which you cherish deeply. 

Captain Rex, longtime leader of the 501st and right hand man to both General Skywalker and Commander Tano, often kept his mind sharp by devising battle strategies and studying intel on the Separatists. You’ve provided company (and caf) while he puzzles out new methods and attack algorithms with the limited downtime he has a handful of times in the past. He’s always been appreciative of how attentive you are as he painstakingly explains tricky terminology or tactics. Admirable ARCs such as Fives and Jesse enjoyed an easy conversation while working to keep their gear in perfect working order. They liked having someone to trade little jokes, someone to playfully pester with all the questions they had on galactic pop culture. 

And once you had the approval of the legion’s oldest soldiers, the affections of Torrent Company’s youngest weren’t far behind. They made regular efforts to invite you to join them at the long tables within the commissary time and time again. Generously shared their space with you because they knew you were kind and nothing but respectful, and that you could tolerate most of their boredom-borne antics. (As well as counting on you to talk them out of the riskier ones.)

You haven’t had the chance to confirm it with anyone, but you’re beginning to suspect you're one of their favorite crew members, too. 

As you step into one of these converted social centers, you find General Skywalker’s padawan and most of Torrent Company inside, the room in total disarray. Alerted by the door’s hydraulics hissing open, several turn to see who it is and greet you in excitement. Crates full of colorful bits and bobs are piled in the middle of the room, and the tables have been pushed against the interior walls to give everyone space to work. 

“Hey, come join us!” someone calls in a lively voice from the back of the group. “We were just helping Commander Tano choose some decorations!”

Interest piqued, you join the cluster in the center of the room to see what all the fuss is about. Clutching a datapad, the young Togruta is scrolling down a long file, face set in an expression of deep concentration. Loosely circled around her, the Clones waiting patiently take the opportunity to trade a few more greetings with you once you’ve drawn closer, choosing to stand beside a trooper with his hair styled in a topknot. 

“Hey there, Tup.”

Tup’s word of welcome is slightly teasing, but all in good humor. 

“Well good morning. Couldn’t sleep, burc’ya?”

Friend. 

You’ve picked up enough Mando’a in your time to recognize the word, sleepless as you are. Out of Torrent’s youngest soldiers, you and Tup are probably the best acquainted. It’s probably been a good few months since you’ve gotten to know one another properly after a few unfortunate trips to the medbay around the same time. 

He had sprained his ankle during a field exercise on the planet the Resolute had been stationed over at the time, and needed to pay the health center a visit. Just to make sure the injury wasn’t something more serious than what a bit of bacta and rest could take care of. You, on the other hand, found yourself catching your cabin-mate’s stubborn fever, so you went to see if there was something you could get to lessen the amount of time you would find yourself out of commission. No such luck. 

His kind demeanor and even kinder smile made your ailment more bearable when it became more severe, for a time. Tup was sure to visit you every day until you made a full recovery. You’ve been close ever since. 

“Something like that…” you reply with a mild chuckle. “What are we choosing decorations for, exactly?”

“Commander Tano was telling us about different, minor galactic holidays just a moment ago.” 

Your interest piques again. You knew of big ones, like Boonta Eve, named such in the honor of Boonta Hestilic Shad’ruu, a Hutt who ascended to godhood in Hutt lore. And the Wookie holiday, Life Day, that’s spread in popularity in recent years. But much like sleep, the knowledge of any minor holidays eluded you. 

“Oh? Anything interesting?”

Dogma, listening nearby, offers an example. “There’s the Weequay holy season called the Month of Plenty. Honors a lunar god.” It apparently involves open skylights in temples dedicated to the deity Quay on Sriluur to aid with tracking the moon’s position.

Ahsoka, continuing to comb through the file, explains why she’s trying to plan for a small party when you ask what brought this up. “Around this time of year, when I was a youngling, Masters at the Jedi Temple would teach us about the different cultural holidays around the galaxy. To help us expand our minds and form compassion for other lifeforms. I… started feeling a little homesick for the Temple once I remembered.” There’s a few that have looked promising so far, but there’s simply not enough time to prepare for some of them. 

Jesse, playfully elbowing Fives next to him, pipes up next. “That’s when we suggested we could find a holiday to celebrate before our next mission! It could be fun for everyone.” There had to be something that didn’t take a lot of planning or effort. Glancing at the datapad, he suggests one he sees at random. “Like… What about the Day of Breath, Commander?”

Ahsoka studies the information on the holiday for a moment, then shrugs. “Day of Breath is for celebrating the day someone was born. I can’t think of anyone who we could celebrate in the next two days before we’re out of hyperspace…” 

Fives strokes his goatee in thought before nodding in your direction. “The day she was born wasn’t that long ago. Maybe we could do a belated celebration of her’s?” There’s a murmur of agreement around you, as well as apologies from those who hadn’t realized or forgotten. 

“Wait,” Hardcase calls over his brothers’ voices, “what about this one?” He singles out a holiday listed in the middle of the screen just before Ahsoka scrolled on, one that’s celebrated around this time of the standard year.

The Night of Guises and Gourds. 

“That’s an odd name.” Ahsoka remarks. Regardless of the strange name, she thinks the holiday holds promise.

It entailed colorful decorations, the creation and gifting of simple, sugary snacks, and costumes. There weren’t many strict or rigid traditions for celebrants to observe, either. Following the end of many galactic harvest seasons, this marked a time to honor the departed, and revere the creatures and concepts of lesser—and sometimes frightening—understandings. (The padawan laughed seeing the Force listed as one of the examples of poorly understood subjects by the document.) Reading deeper into what caught Hardcase’s eye about the costumes explained that these clever guises had drawn inspiration from galactic folklore and mythos long ago, and expanded to iconic figures from pop culture in more recent years. 

And, they could be homemade. 

“What do you think, Commander? Could probably find things laying around the ship, same as the decorations.”

Ahsoka nods in agreement with Hardcase, grinning. 

“I think I already know where to look.” 

“We can get a start on the decorations while you’re gone,” you offer, knowing it would take time to rifle through everything collected. It would be doing Ahsoka a huge favor as well. 

“You wouldn’t mind supervising?” Ahsoka double-checks, handing over the datapad. You’d need it to best judge what decor crammed in the boxes in the middle of the room will fit the theme of the party while Fives and Jesse volunteer to go search with her. 

You smile, certain. “No, not at all! There’s enough of us here to get a good start.” Like the majority of the GAR, Torrent Company was full of hard-working men who had a talent for making the most monotonous of tasks an enjoyable experience. 

The padawan nods appreciatively. “Thanks. Dogma, would you mind helping her?”

Dogma meets Tup’s eye, and a strange expression crosses his face. He was never known to question or turn down orders, so to the surprise of both you and Ahsoka, Dogma attempts to shift responsibility. “I’m afraid I… h-have a headache. I should go see Kix for it, Commander. Perhaps Tup can help her in my stead?” Feigning an ache in his right temple, Dogma momentarily cradles the side of his head in hopes of better selling the lie. 

Concerned, Ahsoka apologizes for not noticing earlier. “I’m sorry, I had no idea. Go get taken care of. Have Kix let me know if it gets any worse.” She waits once Dogma has quietly excused himself from the room, oblivious to the subtle glances the troopers cast in one another’s direction before turning her attention to your friend standing beside you. 

There’s something slightly odd about those smiles coming from them when Tup says he’d be happy to help however you need while you set up for the party, but you try to pay it little mind. Maybe it’s just some form of Clone humor. You’ve seen plenty of it since joining the crew, and you’re sure to see more while you spend the next few days preparing for the Guises and Gourds party. 

Word of the party spreads quicker than anticipated. 

Plans to decorate one social center turned into multiple, before quickly changing to taking over the main cafeteria after late-meal in order to accommodate everyone interested in attending. As the volunteer team grows, problems disappear almost as quickly as they show up. 

An hour ago there wasn’t enough bunting to decorate the main snack and drink tables. Now there’s enough to line the walls of the commissary in an unbroken loop. A majority of the decorating will have to take place the day of the party, leaving plenty of time that can be devoted to figuring out the fun foodstuffs and costumes. 

Torrent Company continues to do most of the legwork, the troopers trading their armor for aprons as they work to make enough sugar cookies to feed an army, and then some. They’ve gotten a good head start while you have been busy with your respective tasks around the flagship. By your estimation, they must’ve made fifty trays or more so far, leaving some plain while others were decorated with icing and sprinkles.

You plan to join them once you’ve spent a little time off your feet. So snacking on a sample cookie given to you by Hardcase, you’ve taken to thumbing through a list of last-minute costume ideas on your datapad, looking for inspiration for the few who haven’t found something to wear. 

“Mm. That’s a really good cookie.”

Someone from the back of the kitchen tells Hardcase that it’s probably Tup who deserves the credit for the batch of cookies he gave you a sample of. “He figured out how to make ‘em really soft before he and Fives started experimenting on another recipe together.” Hardcase then laughs, adding, “Neither of them will tell us what it is, or accept any offers to help.”

That doesn’t come as much of a surprise to you. Since Tup joined the ranks of the 501st, he’s adopted a few mannerisms and formed close friendships with many of his brothers, namely Dogma, Hardcase, Jesse, Fives and the captain. Out of all of them, and apart from you, Tup’s perhaps closest with Fives. 

“Ooh, I bet Jesse hates that.” you reply with a mirthful grin.

Jesse, among the oldest of the company, had a sense of humor that often meshed well with that of his younger brothers’, leading him to keep a closer eye on them in an inadvertent manner. 

Sure enough, as he slides another tray laden with cookies out of the industrial ovens before setting them aside to cool, Jesse calls to Fives and Tup as they continue to work with their backs to the rest of the kitchen. Whatever it is they’re working on, they’re doing a splendid job of keeping it secret. 

“Are you sure you don’t want more help, Tup?”

“No, no, we got it.” Tup insists, likely not for the first time. “Don’t you still need to find a costume?”

Jesse laughs sheepishly, grateful for the reminder. “Oh damn, nearly forgot.” He’d been busy helping Captain Rex with official matters while most of Torrent had the opportunity to pick out their costumes.

Feeling bad he had missed out on that fun, you came prepared and put together a list of potential costume suggestions you thought he might like with the help of his brothers. “I gotcha covered, Jesse.” You invite him to grab something to sit on and pull up a spot beside you, pulling up those notes from the planning session. 

“Got some ideas for me, mesh’la?” He takes the ideas everyone had brainstormed, grinning like a nexu. 

You warn him with a playful roll of your eyes. “I had a little help from your brothers. So if you don’t like any of them, don’t be hasty to blame me.” 

“What’re you dressing up as?”

Consulting the short list, there was a ‘headless horseman’ suggestion that had been wisely scribbled out; that sounded like he was just begging to be haunted by Jango’s pissed-off spirit. Better safe than sorry. 

“A siren. It took a tiny bit of convincing from Tup.” you say. 

It had been the strangest thing. You had only mentioned it off-handedly, just a passing sort of comment while looking through the costume material Ahsoka had gathered up, finding a large bolt of shimmery sequin fabric in your favorite color. Like, a really large bolt; enough to make an elaborate (but probably very itchy) dress or two. It helped that it had a vaguely scale-like look to it as you showed the others. 

“Heh. Someone could make a really handsome merman using some of this. Whaddya think, boys?”

Tup hadn’t found a costume yet and was seemingly eager to get the process over with, so he jumped on your suggestion. While doing so, he dug out a bolt in a complimentary color to the sequins and offered it out to you. 

“Sounds good to me. Oh look! Maybe you could take some of this silk and use it with the sequins to make yourself a siren, burc’ya! You’d look really great.”

You agreed after a short moment of thought, hearing how sincerely he meant it. Tup would never purposely steer you wrong. Now the two of you would have a similar costume theme for the Guises and Gourds party.

It was hard for Jesse to contain his smile next to you. “Tup as a merman. And you’re matching with him? Sounds like you’ll be having a lot of fun.” Turning back to the list, he looked over everyone one last time before making a selection. 

“If no one’s taken the king’s costume, I’ll use it.”

“Sounds good then; I’ll ask Ahsoka since she’s keeping track of everything.” Taking back the datapad, you send a short message to Ahsoka, who confirms the costume is still up for grabs just a few minutes later. “Say, any idea if the captain’s able to make it to the party, or does he still think he’s gonna be busy?”

“No idea,” Jesse replies glumly. “Didn’t have a chance to ask.”

“That’s okay.” you say, trying to remain optimistic. 

There’s still time to find out, and no shortage of tasks to do before the night of the party.

The day of the party, not long before late-meal, you and Tup agree to meet up to take care of any alterations needed before getting ready for the Night of Guises and Gourds. 

It’s not going as smoothly as you hoped. For whatever reason, Tup’s hands are shaking like an under-caffeinated Corrie while he helps you strengthen the stitching holding the slippery folds of silk together. More than once, while wearing the skirt fashioned in place of an awkward and constricting mono-fin, the needle he’s holding has grazed you while piercing through the elastic waistband. 

“Ow.”

“S-sorry,” Tup apologizes with a stammer, checking for blood where he poked you.  

By the mercy of the Force, he finds none. 

“Just a couple more stitches. Unless, you’d rather not risk my help?”

With an assuring nod, you tell him to go ahead and finish. “It’s okay Tup. Just feeling nervous about the party?”

“Maybe a little,” he confesses, concentrating harder on making these last stitches as painless as possible. 

Tup’s grateful you’re not Force-sensitive like Commander Tano or General Skywalker right about now. Otherwise you might be able to sense, even hear, how fast his pulse pounds in the shell of his ear. How his heart races, skipping a beat when you say his name. The flush of fire that builds in his face when he thinks of you in fondness and in friendship; it burns hotter day by day. How could he be so lucky to have you for a friend? What cosmic force did he have to thank for putting someone so wholly kind and sweet in his life? 

And was he going to be able to pull this off tonight? 

If he didn’t… When would he get another chance? Before he plucked up the nerve again, someone else could come along. Maybe another, less cautious brother. Or rather than risking romantisms with someone only born and bred to die, you’d play it safe and date a fellow crewmate. Maybe… maybe he had you all wrong and you weren’t the sort interested in dating. 

Other than honest, loyal companionship, what could he even bring to a relationship? 

Tup honestly wasn’t sure. But blast it, he wanted to try. 

Stitching finished without further incident, Tup puts the sewing supplies aside. “That should do it. Give ‘er a spin, let’s see how I did.” 

Humoring him, you start slowly, performing little half-spins. You want to make sure the thread survives a warm-up, first. The fabric sways like grass reeds in the wind, silk swinging against sequin. Building up to higher speeds, bigger movements, the layered skirt now ripples and snaps like wind-battered masts on seafaring ships of old. Slowing again, the movement becomes hypnotic, almost mesmerizing. 

As you are now, you look fit for the sea with the long, layered skirt and borrowed bodysuit to give your upper body a slightly more ‘streamlined’ feeling. Your hair has been styled, careful hair gel application giving you a slightly damp, tidal-swept appearance. With more of Tup’s help, you would complete the look and truly fit the part of a siren for your guise. A bit of makeup here and there and a few faux pearls should be enough. 

He’s grateful this part doesn’t require a steady hand worthy of a surgeon; daubing brushfuls of shimmering eyeshadows into the scale stencil you’ve made comes a lot easier than grasping a thin needle. Creating patches of these false scales around your eyes, your neck, and the back of your hands takes no time at all. Everything gets sealed with a setting spray and given time to dry. 

You’ll leave adding any pearls for last. Now helping Tup, you take the same portion of fishnet stocking you sacrificed for a stencil and start at the collarbone and shoulders. Knowing it’s going to tickle, Tup asks you to save applying makeup on his face for last. 

Working quickly, you move the brush and stencil down a portion of his arms, and he begins to regret the amount of glitter building on his skin. 

“There’s so much glitter,” Tup remarks with a soft grimace. “We’re gonna be finding this stuff for years after tonight.” 

You chuckle sympathetically and try to keep the lilt in your voice playful. “You decided to be a shirtless merman, remember? I can add less scales than we initially planned, but you should make your peace with it now, Tup.” He only shrugs, fiddling with an errant strand of thread from his sequin pants while you brush in the scales. With the completion of his upper arms, all that’s left to work on is his face. 

The brush, combined with a feather-light touch proves rather ticklish for your friend. 

“Hold still, silly,” you chide him after his head ducks to the side once more. “Hard to do this when you’re squirmy.” You’re prepared to cup his face if necessary, just to make sure the facial pattern doesn’t become misaligned or smudged. He'll need a do-over otherwise. Taking him gingerly by the jaw for the moment, you guide Tup’s head where you need him and try to pick up where you left off. 

“Please look at me…”

Tup complies with your request, eager to follow instruction. The pair of you so close together like this, his soulful eyes are practically amber in the ambient light, wholly focused on you. Each time you need to lean in a little closer, carefully brushing in scale after scale, Tup’s smile seems to brighten. 

Look at you? Be this close to you? He’d be all too happy to do so. 

Once you’re finished, taking extra care to protect the scales with the setting spray, you surprise him with one final addition for his costume. Knowing you’ll have extra, you string together a row of the pearl beads meant to be finishing touches to your own costume with some of the thread from earlier and carefully wrap it around the base of his topknot. This way, it looks like his dark, curly hair has been secured by a string of pearls. 

You take a second to find a pocket mirror so he can see the final product before the two of you set off to join his brothers for a hurried late-meal. He admires your work for a moment before telling you he loves it in a soft, awed voice and helps you gather your things. 

“Mirdala, - ! I never would have thought of that.” 

The two of you walk down to the commissary together and find they’re serving stew tonight—something that provokes an excited “Hell yeah, soup!” from the back of the hall—before you have a chance to discreetly confer with your datapad under the table and find the meaning of the words. 

You find one means 'clever', but unfortunately, you hadn’t been able to properly make out the second word at the time. 

But that wouldn’t matter soon enough.

In all your time aboard the Jedi cruiser as a longtime member of the crew, you can’t remember a time you’ve seen the main mess hall this lively. Tech-savvy Clones compiled a setlist and mood lighting for tonight to really complete the atmosphere, giving the space a playful vibe. 

You’ve had a chance to sample some of the snacks, along with probably one of the best glasses of punch you’ve enjoyed in a long time. 

And the costumes! You’re relieved there’s no costume contest put in place for this Guises and Gourds party because it really takes the pressure off of those who feel their entry is in some way conditional. Attendees can come just as they are, if that’s what they desire, or, if plans change. 

Letting down her lekku for the night, Ahsoka traded her typical attire for a comfortable poncho set, only keeping the headdress and beaded markings of a padawan learner. You, Tup and the rest of Torrent Company couldn’t remember a time you’d seen her so relaxed, other than when she was meditating. Well, maybe relaxed isn’t the word for it. Happy is probably more appropriate. Carefree. 

Ahsoka gets to put her responsibilities behind her and act more like others her age, just for tonight. She’s been bouncing between groups of soldiers since the start of the party, complimenting everyone on their costumes, enjoying the food and the music. 

Around the same time she’s made it over to you and “your” little portion of Torrent friends, the 501st’s medic cuts his way through the crowd, surprising everyone. 

“Kix! You made it!” 

He had been expected to oversee the medbay tonight, but more than likely he cashed in a few favors in order to make an appearance. “Thought I’d see what all the fuss was about. Sorry I missed…” Kix trailed off, gesturing to the decorations and a few of his brother’s costumes. “All this. But you guys look great! What’s everyone supposed to be?” Going around in a circle, everyone explains their costume, or lack thereof. 

Dogma decided on a vampire costume because of its simplicity, settling for a red cape to accent his Republic blacks, though he wasn’t a fan of the false fangs. He wore them only for pictures, since they made it hard to talk. Fives had tried to pull off a lycanthrope look, but the adhesive was dodgy and he ended up looking like a Wookie with a very unfortunate case of mange. He had to settle for borrowing a non-Clone’s medical coat to dress up as a “Sexy Doctor” reminiscent of those medical holodramas. A glorious-looking king for all of fifteen minutes, Jesse successfully demoted himself to a fancy prince after he convinced Captain Rex to take the crown offered to him. Hardcase had wandered off to go talk to the captain about something shortly after and hadn’t yet returned, but he opted not to go in costume due to decision fatigue. He would much rather eliminate any stressors that would take away from the fun of spending time with his brothers. 

Tup explained he was a merman when Kix questioned if he wasn’t cold being shirtless, proudly showing off the shimming patches of scales and the string of pearls nestled in his hair. He gestured to you next before his brother got the chance to ask, obviously excited.

“And she’s a siren; similar theme!” 

Kix nodded to show his approval. “Rather impressive you two. And what about you, Commander? What’s your costume?”

Ahsoka shrugged. “Oh, I don’t have a costume.” 

“Your poncho has a hood,” you point out, carefully raising the blueish white pocket of fabric over her head when she asks. “There! Now you can be a ghost.” 

She gives you a beaming smile, grateful for your help. “Thanks! And thanks so much for all the help you’ve put into the party. Means a lot.” 

Her smile is returned with one of your own. 

“Any time, Ahsoka.” 

Before setting off to mingle with the other attendees once more, she leaves you with a kind embrace and a reminder to enjoy the rest of the party. Everyone else, she playfully instructs to behave. 

Kix assures her that they will. “It’s not every day we get to celebrate a holiday in hyperspace. Right, Tup?” He gently nudges the end of his elbow into the brother beside him currently looking a little lost in thought. Surprised, Tup turns to look at the medic, unsure what was asked. 

“Hmm?”

“You okay, Tup? You seem distracted.”

Assuring his brother, Tup tries to wave Kix’s concerns away. “Yeah, yeah- I’m fine. Just remembered that I forgot something for the party in our bunkroom. Erm, more than one thing, actually…” 

Without a moment of hesitation, or even knowing what it is that he’s forgotten, you offer to go with him. Surprisingly, none of his other brothers offer to lend a helping hand. That’s not like them at all. Each one of them merely smiles and says “Alright, we’ll see you two later.” before Tup disposes of your empty punch glass and leads the two of you out of the crowded mess hall. The lengthy corridors of the venator feel so empty by comparison, quieter than you ever remember them being. 

Tup’s pace down to his bunkroom is hurried, which you chalk up to distance. While the bunkroom isn’t too far away from the party, you still have a bit of ground to cover together. You expect to return to the party before long, unless whatever it is Tup forgot ended up being something heavy, or unwieldy. 

“Are you sure we don’t need your brothers’ help?”

“I’m sure. They keep offering, but I don’t need the help of my vode for this.” Tup replies cryptically. 

You find his answer a little strange, but you’ll know what he means soon enough. 

Opening the bunkroom door, Tup seems surprised that there’s no light on inside when the hydraulics quickly whip the door back. They were on when he left to help you fix your costume, and none of his brothers told him they had turned off the light, either. Nothing too weird about that, they must’ve just forgotten to mention it, excited about the Night of Guises and Gourds party. 

He’ll just turn on the light and- nothing. Was there a problem with the panel? Depressing the usual buttons a few times has no results on the room, save for turning the dim ‘sleeping’ light overhead on and off instead of the primaries. 

Great. More problems for the maintenance crew to sort out. 

Shaking his head, Tup suggests you both just forget it for now and go figure out where the stuff ended up. What you came for had originally been left by the door, but it looked like someone forgot why it was there and put everything away. It was likely going to be by his bunk or along the back wall, both of which were further back from the door. 

Guiding you through the semi-darkness, he takes your hand to help you navigate the room. 

It’s tidier than you expected, the only ‘mess’ to be seen are a few open foot lockers stacked at the foot of each bunk. “Watch your step. Wouldn’t want you to trip over anything.” As you venture deeper, the radius of the dim sleeping light fails to adequately light the way around, meaning in no time at all you’d be stumbling blindly without your friend’s help. 

You tighten the stitching of your interlocked fingers, an anchor of safety. In return, Tup squeezes your hand reassuringly; a promise you’ll be okay while your eyes adjust to the dark.

Coming up to the back of the room, Tup tells you to wait off to the side, offering to find a decent light-source for you so you have an easier time helping him ‘find’ everything. 

But he won’t be finding anything; this is all part of his plan. Removing the mattresses from the frame of the bunk, he lays each on the floor in front of you, throwing down a couple of spare pillows for good measure. Inviting you to get comfortable, he collects the box of rations and a small holo-projector previously hidden under the lower mattress. 

Humming to life, the projector begins to play a pre-selected recording once Tup has set it on the floor. 

Slowly, tiny spots of blue light wink into existence and fill the air around you, lazily drifting on a far-away breeze. In the bottom of the projection, thin stalks of tall grass sway and ripple, wave-like. This must have been recorded in a forest clearing, or grasslands of some kind. In it is a ‘sparkle’ of fireflies, climbing and bumbling through the air in a fascinating spectacle. 

It becomes pretty apparent what he’s trying to do. In your lifetime, you’ve seen more than enough holo-dramas and read just as many romance novels to puzzle out where this is going. Tup, your very good friend, has put together a picnic in the middle of hyperspace to the best of his ability in order to ask you a very important kind of question. 

“Tup… Is this what I think it is?”

By way of answering, Tup takes the hinged lid of the ration box and swings it back to show you what’s inside. Nestled in a crumpled layer of parchment paper lay peanut butter cookies, still looking just as soft and gooey from when they were baked. It’s an offering to share, or maybe a gift to you. 

Moving closer, he puts the box between you, waiting with bated breath and a nervous smile after you take the first cookie and break off a mouthful to sample. “Oh, Maker,” you moan near-sinfully after the first bite. “These are even better than the other cookies.” It’s decadent; rich and buttery smooth all at once. A lot of care must have been put into getting the recipe down for you. These had to be what he and Fives were working on in the kitchen the other day. 

“You made these for me?”

Tup nods, finding his voice. “I did. I wanted to make tonight special. Well, m-more special than it already was.”  Throat bobbing, he swallows down his nervousness with a bite of his own hard work, chewing slowly to think of something more to say. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now… But I couldn’t find the right time to say it. Or the right thing to do.”

Half-eaten cookie in hand, he gestures to the holographic fireflies. “I wanted to take you stargazing. But we see stars all the time, especially in hyperspace. So Hardcase suggested fireflies instead. I-I dunno where he found the idea; I was running out of time.” 

“Well, even if he can be a tad… distractible, ‘Case is full of lots of good ideas. And fireflies are pretty.” you reply, breaking off another portion of your first cookie. “What were you running out of time for?”

In the dim light, he shrugs his shoulders, full lips set in a slight pout. “It doesn’t really matter, I guess. There was so much more I wanted to do and I only had a few days to do it.” The fact he did it at all was an accomplishment, too. It would probably be best to tell you that another time. 

Best not to spoil the moment when you move aside the repurposed cache full of cookies and slide closer to him, all with that sweet look on your face he grew so fond of. It didn’t matter that it had been half a year or less since getting to know you. Tup had grown so enamored with you for your kindness and a rare, genuine nature to you that he knew he’d be willing to risk making his heart vulnerable to you.

His brothers had his back. You practically had his heart; he just hoped to make it official. 

Trying to put himself at ease, Tup finds your hand and merely holds it for a time. Committing to memory as much as he can. The weight of your hand, the length of each digit. Where your hands are soft, or rough with the evidence of a storied life. How comforting it is to feel you squeeze his hand and rub your thumb over every scarred knuckle with the kind of tenderness he was never really afforded as a young cadet, or even as a tubie. 

He’s courageous, and competent, and capable of so many things… except finding the bravery in himself to utter three little words. 

“I… I want you to be more than just my friend. More than a vod’ika, too.” Tup tries explaining, using the Mando’a word that means more than just ‘sibling’, but also ‘dear friend’; both of which are always meant as endearing terms. He’s grateful you’re clever enough to read between the lines and know what his tongue cannot bring itself to tell. 

Utilizing your knowledge of the ungendered language, you search for the next closest words as you move to cradle the back of Tup’s head, smiling encouragingly. 

“What do you want me to be?” you ask. “Gar…?”

Voice soft, almost breathless, Tup answers your prompting. He sits forward. You do the same. 

“Mirdala cyar’ika.”  

Drawing him close, warm, silken lips take that first of shared gestures quickly—testing, even tempting deeper waters. Each of you face this depth, deciding to press on together. Warmth consumes the two of you as you each grow bolder, going forward with more confidence in swimming further out from safe harbors. Out of reach from the white caps of the cresting waves, together you take pause, seeming to recall where you are. 

For a moment, you felt almost adrift. Heads light, and the silk from your skirt pooling between you, slipping with every moment, had given you both the feeling that you were somewhere else. Somewhere lightyears beyond the Resolute racing through a hyperspace lane, bigger than this dim bunkroom and the middle of a projection of little, living stars swimming in an ocean made of oxygen. 

Basking in this euphoria, both of you first lean against the other, arms laced tight and catching your breath. Neither want to let go. Not when there’s a thousand unspoken I love you-s to perform, and a thousand more ways that are far more unique. 

“We can tell your brothers whenever you’re ready. This little bit of… ‘star gazing’ was a great idea… Thank you, ner cyare.”

Before the end of the night, it would not matter that he ended up missing the rest of the party with his brothers; Tup could now say with full confidence that his new favorite holiday was the Night of Guises and Gourds. 

Not when you could say the same thing. 

Thank you for making a fun request for this little event, Steph, and for allowing me to double-dip by fitting this into Pina's Monster/Halloween AU by making this a costume party. This ended up longer than I expected but it was so, so much fun to write; I hope you enjoyed! 🩷

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South Park Filler Guide - Season 11

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You know the drill by now, I’ll judge whether an episode has all the qualities of a canon one, or is it just shameless filler. S11E1 With Apologies to Jesse Jackson is LORE

N-word for white people gets banned instantly. Again, a major character in this one will return as a henchman later, but that's a minor role with one line. S11E2 Cartman Sucks is FILLER

Butters goes to camp. Eric gets himself in a tricky situation that will be forgotten by next time. S11E3 Lice Capades is FILLER

The boys have lice. Clyde's lice moves on. S11E4 The Snuke is FILLER

Bahir moves in, he moves out, a bomb doesn't even do anything in the end. S11E5 Fantastic Easter Special is CANON

Because Jesus is shown to resurrect himself time and time again, which explains his future appearances, otherwise his S6 death and later returns would be pretty much unexplained. S11E6 D-Yikes! is CANON

Janet has an interesting change when she realizes her attraction to women, a part of her character journey of self-discovery. S11E7 Night of The Living Homeless is FILLER

Eric breaks record of jumping over homeless people. While I consider this as filler content in South Park, remind me if I ever do a Happy Days filler guide to include this one as canon! S11E8 Le Petit Tourette is LORE

As with South Park is Gay from season 7, this one helps to establish Craig Tucker's interest in boys, and this one even foreshadows what's his type is like! S11E9 More Crap is CANON

In my mind, when I started writing about this season it started like: Can you imagine the world where I would say this one's canon? And then I would make a joke and advise everyone to skip it. However reading through the transcript of the banned episode 200 of Emmy Award winning series South Park just to make sure, I found Bono making a very specific reference to this one episode, unlike Sally Struthers for instance, who says very basic things about South Park that made her episode only important enough to count as LORE, as did many other celebrities. Thanks Bono, you have a new record now, interfering with my calculations and gaining the longest paragraph in my guide. S11E10 & S11E11 & S11E12 Imaginationland is FILLER

I know, I know, everyone wanted these to be canon, including myself at one point. And don't worry, my step-sister is going to beat me up over this one so it's already taken care of. My bottom line is that these episodes (also once retconned into a second movie) are somewhat a separate entity from the rest of the series, knowing the characters is needed to it, but the world-building is vastly different from the rest of the show, so this is where it ends up. Imagination is real. Filler is real too. That's the main takeaway. S11E13 Guitar Queer-O is FILLER

After what just happened I can't even take this one seriously. It's like robbing a bank and then jaywalking. S11E14 The List is CANON

Stan and Wendy make up. That's a spectacular episode anyway, but for our intents and purposes for inspecting a continuous story, unlike imagination territory, or a random terrorist attacks, relationship drama is exactly the kind of stuff that gets a pass.

SPOILER-FREE RUNDOWN

Again, CANON means you should watch it, FILLER means you can skip it, LORE is somewhere in-between, any episode with the LORE label will have an explanation that helps you decide if you should include it or not. S11E1 With Apologies to Jesse Jackson is LORE* S11E2 Cartman Sucks is FILLER S11E3 Lice Capades is FILLER S11E4 The Snuke is FILLER S11E5 Fantastic Easter Special is CANON S11E6 D-Yikes! is CANON S11E7 Night of The Living Homeless is FILLER S11E8 Le Petit Tourette is LORE** S11E9 More Crap is CANON S11E10 & S11E11 & S11E12 Imaginationland is FILLER S11E13 Guitar Queer-O is FILLER S11E14 The List is CANON *Two minor members of a later organization gain their motives here **If you want to learn about Craig's type in dating

CANON counter:

S1: 9 out of 13  S2: 3 out of 18  S3: 6 out of 18  S4: 10 out of 17  S5: 8 out of 14  S6: 11 out of 17 S7: 6 out of 15 S8: 4 out of 14 S9: 8 out of 14 S10: 4 out of 14 S11: 4 out of 14

Overall: 73 out of 168

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Carmel Dagan at Variety:

Successful national talk show host Phil Donahue, who entertained, challenged and informed two generations of daytime television viewers, died on Sunday night following a long illness, Variety has confirmed. He was 88. The news of his death was first announced Monday morning on the “Today” show. “Groundbreaking TV talk show journalist Phil Donahue died Sunday night at home surrounded by his wife of 44 years Marlo Thomas, his sister, his children, grandchildren and his beloved golden retriever Charlie,” his family said in a statement. “Donahue was 88 years old and passed away peacefully following a long illness.” The pioneering, issue-oriented “The Phil Donahue Show” was picked up for national syndication in 1969, was redubbed “Donahue” in 1974 and eventually reached more than 200 stations across the country. It ran until 1996, when the daytime talkshow landscape had changed radically into a tabloid circus and competitors including Oprah Winfrey had drawn away his female viewership. While Donahue was not above resorting to sensationalist topics, his show was still rather tame compared to the imitators like “Sally Jesse Raphael” and “Jerry Springer” that followed.

Never a stranger to controversy or hotly debated sociopolitical issues, the silver-haired Donahue brought a strong journalistic spine to his popular show and was a potent contrast to the regular celebrity chatter and soap opera menu of daytime television.

[...] In 2002-03, Donahue briefly returned to television with a self-titled MSNBC talkshow in which he interviewed newsmakers on social and political issues. Its audience was dwarfed by that of Fox Network’s “The O’Reilly Factor,” with which it competed, but drew the highest ratings of any show on the cable network at the time. Nevertheless, MSNBC canceled “Donahue” after six months, leading some observers to conclude that the network felt the show unwelcome given the political climate prevailing in the country at the time. “Network management apparently didn’t care for the anchor’s left-leaning politics, a contention that echoes a recently leaked internal memo that found Donahue’s politics would not have been palatable to aud[ience]s in wartime,” Variety said at the time. Oprah Winfrey praised Donahue in a September 2002 interview as she was contemplating running an anti-war series on her own show, saying: “The bottom line is we need you, Phil, because we need to be challenged by the voice of dissent.”

Talk show host and liberal icon Phil Donahue died at 88.

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I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 24

Jessie couldn't believe that was the end of her and Rafe once more. She rode to the airport thinking Rafe would call her or stop her somehow, but he didn't. She walked to the gate thinking that she would hear Rafe's voice call out to her as he ran to catch her, but she didn't. She thought maybe she would touch down in OBX and see Rafe already there, but that didn't happen either. Rafe never came. Jessie wondered if that was how Rafe felt four years ago when he realized he would never see Jessie again. How many days or weeks or months did it take him to no longer have hope that she would come running back to him? Jessie could never forget the endless calls and texts she got from Rafe when she first left, but she could never bring herself to block him. It didn't take long for her to get to Manhattan before she got a new phone, only giving JJ the number through the mail. Jessie wondered how many times Rafe called and texted the old number before he eventually gave up... did he give up? Jessie finally got a taste of her own medicine, and she couldn't help but feel even worse for Rafe. She was pulled out of her thoughts when her cab had arrived back at the Chateau, all the pogues running out and yelling things out of excitement. Unfortunately, their beaming smiles weren't enough to coax Jessie out of her sadness, but, as she always does, she put on a semblance of a smile. 

JJ was the first to get to the cab, as he opened Jessie's door, he immediately pulled her into a hug.

"Hey sis." JJ exclaimed as he breathed a sigh of relief. JJ was so happy to see that Jessie had made it back and that she was okay. Well, at least physically. Jessie tried to fake a smile and act like she was overjoyed to be back with the pogues, yet her heart longed to be in two different places: either with Rafe in the Bahamas or with her daughter back in Manhattan. She couldn't make up her mind which she wanted more in that moment. She managed a half smile to JJ and the rest of the pogues as she greeted them.

"Is this what I think it is." JJ said in disbelief as he pulled the two large duffel bags out of the cab's trunk.

Jessie turned around and nodded her head with a smile. She couldn't say exactly what was in it, obviously, the cab driver was still there and had no idea. But as soon as the pogues watched the driver pull away, Jessie began to speak.

"200 million. Cash money." Jessie said, not even looking at JJ as she kept her eyes on the taxi driver.

"Is he far enough away yet for us to celebrate?" John B asked nonchalantly.

"Nooot quuuuuite." JJ replied as they all waited for the driver to make the turn out of the driveway.

"Alright, he's gone." JJ said as he started running around the yard of the chateau like a chicken with its head cut off. All the pogues screamed and celebrated like they had found the gold all over again. They were elated, Jessie had never seen so much excitement. Jessie only giggled at the pogues, not truly being able to celebrate with them. Her mind and her heart were else where. As she watched the pogues celebrate she zoned out into her own world, thinking of Rafe and Charlotte. She didn't care about the money, she wanted the both of them, preferably together.

"Jess? You listening?" JJ asked loud enough to interrupt Jessie's racing mind.

"Huh?" Jessie replied as she shook her head, trying to focus back in.

"I was saying, you've gotta take some of this. You deserve it. You need this... for you and Charlotte." JJ answered as his voice got quieter. The pogues had reigned themselves back in as well, silently agreeing with nods. The pogues clearly wanted her to take her cut, but Jessie couldn't bring herself to do it. She may have gained a fortune, but she lost everything... again. It felt like blood money. She could never take it because she would be reminded of the painful memories of what it took to get it.

"No, really, I can't. I told you guys from the beginning I didn't want a penny and I still don't." Jess insisted. The pogues all tried to continue to convince her but Jessie only shook her head in defiance. "Seriously, guys. I can't, and I won't. Take it... enjoy it." Jessie said with a sincere smile on her face. Jessie genuinely wasn't jealous of this fortune the pogues now had, she was truly happy JJ had what he needed to get him through, that's all she ever wanted for him.

Sarah finally came forward, looking at Jessie with pity and curiosity.

"So... do I really... have a niece?" Sarah asked with hope in her voice. Sarah had been thinking about what this meant for her too. She was beyond excited.

Jessie only laughed and nodded her head yes. "Yeah... you all do." Jessie replied as she looked at all the pogues. They all began to tear up as they realized what this meant. Not only did they have their older sister back, the one that always believed in them and took care of them, but now they had a niece to spoil and love on forever. Now they all had a bond that could never be broken again. They all gathered around each other, forming one big hug and uttered words of love among each other. They were proud of what they had accomplished, and yet Jessie couldn't feel like a worse person. Despite her joy of finding an old family in the pogues once more, her heart was still missing something. She knew what it was, but she couldn't tell the pogues.

That night the pogues spent the evening still acting like nothing had changed. Despite being multi-millionaires, they partied like pogues, drinking beer, chilling in the hot tub, and just joking around like they were as poor as they came. They didn't know what tomorrow held, but for tonight, they were pogues.

"For the record..." Sarah began to speak as she sat beside Jessie on the porch. "I don't think Rafe's going to let his daughter go now that he knows." She said as she took a drink from her aluminum can.

Jessie just sighed and adjusted herself in her seat. "Yeah, I don't think so either. That's what I'm afraid of." Jessie admitted.

"Look, I get that Rafe's not perfect. And I completely understand why you left and didn't tell anyone. But Rafe never let you go. He still hasn't. He's tried to fill that void for years and has never been successful. I'm telling you, he can't let it go, Jess. And I don't think you should be afraid of that. I think this is an opportunity to get back what was lost years ago." Sarah stated.

"I don't know, Sarah." Jessie hesitated as she took a drink. 24 hours ago, she might have agreed with Sarah. But seeing how Rafe dismissed Jessie just hours ago, as if she was scum on the bottom of his shoe, really showed her that maybe he really hadn't changed.

"Well, I do. But maybe it's just some food for thought." Sarah said plainly.

Jessie definitely thought about Sarah's words that night as she lay in bed. Maybe Rafe really wasn't over her. But how long would it take for him to realize that and do something about it? Maybe she was the one that needed to make a move? After all, she was the one that left him, twice. But she had every reason to, both times! Jessie couldn't think about it any longer, it was making her head hurt. She opted to try and go to sleep.

- - -

"You sure I can't got with you, Jess?" JJ pleaded once more as he loaded Jessie's luggage into the cab. Jessie just laughed, thinking how sweet it was that JJ was so ready to meet his niece. He had been bugging Jessie all morning about it.

"I'm sure, JJ. I need some time with her, to explain some things that she deserves to know. I know she's only three but I need to prepare her with what she can handle. But I promise, as soon as I get settled back in, you'll be the first person I call to come and see her." Jessie assured. JJ understood, and with that, they said their goodbyes. This goodbye was much different— much better— than the first. This time there was a promise to see each other again, and to stay in contact. That's all JJ could ask for. Jessie said her goodbyes to the pogues as well.

"You let me know if there's anything I can do for you." Sarah said as she gave Jessie a warm hug. "And don't be afraid to reach out to Rafe, no matter how much you think he doesn't want to hear from you, I promise he does." Sarah said once more. She couldn't let that hope go, but that's mainly because she's seen how much Rafe loved— loves— Jessie, and she knows deep down without even talking to him, how much he still wants her. There were a lot of things about Rafe Cameron that Sarah could never quite figure out, but his love for Jessie despite years of heartbreak and distance, was one of the only things she was sure of. Jessie just tried to shrug it off and politely take Sarah's advice.

Jessie finally made it to the airport gate, once again repeating the same thoughts. Maybe Rafe would come running through that gate trying to stop Jessie from making the biggest mistake of her life. After this there was no going back. As she looked back one last time, she realized she was out of time. And with that, she stepped on the plane back to Manhattan.

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Hello lovelies 🥰

Welcome to my 2/3 follower event!!!

Why 2/3? Well, because I never got a chance to hold an event for 200 followers, and I am now celebrating 300 followers, so 2/3 was born!

Y'all voted on this post for the word count of the requests. 100 words won, with 300 words not very far behind, so I'm leaving it up to you to decide the word count you want for your drabble!

Event details and event masterlist are below the cut.

Event Status: CLOSED

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In an ask (anon or not), please send me the following information:

Step 1: Choose a clone

New! You can now choose one of my clone OCs for a request!

Step 2: Choose platonic or romantic

Step 3: Choose fem!reader or GN!reader

Step 4: Choose SFW or SPICY/SUGGESTIVE (I do not write smut)

Step 5: Choose a word count: 100, 200, or 300 (these will be exact)

Step 6: Choose a dialogue prompt from the list below

Step 7 (optional): Provide extra information such as who is saying the dialogue, the vibe, the scenery, etc.

Please remember that these are short, so not every detail provided may be able to be added to the drabble, but I'll do my best!

NOTE: Please be respectful when sending in requests! I do reserve the right to deny a request if it makes me uncomfortable. I want this to be fun.

Prompt List:

"You... you really mean it, don't you?"

"Say it again. Please. Say it again."

"When's the last time you slept/ate?"

"Stay. Please stay."

"How could you?"

"I'm here. I've got you. You're safe now."

"Leave. Now. Just leave!"

"I'm trusting you."

"Help me."

"What's wrong?"

"I can't. I just can't."

"You were calling out, in your sleep. You said my name."

"You don't have to be alone anymore."

"You're allowed to need help."

"Forgive me."

"Tell me the truth."

"You came back for me."

"You don't get it, do you?"

"You have nothing to apologize for."

"I'm sorry, that was... embarrassing."

"Why haven't you been eating?"

"I think I need a hug."

"Let me take care of you."

"This is all my fault."

"Don't touch me!"

Yes, these prompts are a little angsty, but that's the mood I'm in.

Masterlist:

Hold It Like This (Hunter x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #14)

Hunger (Jesse x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #3)

Promise (Fox x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #6)

Kiss Me (Hound x GN!Reader --- Prompt #9)

Literally or Figuratively (Hardcase x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #3)

Feverish (Hunter x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #23)

Spring Cleaning (Crosshair x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #2)

I Won't Leave You (Crosshair x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #6)

Soup Assault (Gloss (OC) x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #22)

One Game (Tech x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #1)

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓

{Basics}

Name: Jessica Ann Marie Hamby

Alias: jess

Gender: female

Age: 18

Species: human

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

Abilities/Talents: drawing, painting, singing, piano, clarinet (she will kill anyone who finds out about the clarinet, though)

{Personal}

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: doesn't celebrate

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: english

Family: jordan hamby (father), ellen hamby (mother), duncan richardson (uncle & adoptive father), eden hamby (pain in the ass little sister)

Friends: eddie munson, steve harrington, alex richie, elie henderson, robin buckley, the younger party, chrissy cunningham

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual  / asexual / unsure / questioning / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other

Libido: sex god / very high / high  / average / low / very low / non-existent

{Physical}

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds

Scars: on her back

Tattoos: none yet, but that could change

{Choose}

Dogs or Cats?

Birds or Hamsters?

Red or Blue?

Yellow or Green?

Black or White?

Coffee or Tea?

Ice Cream or Cake?

Fruits or Vegetables?

Sandwich or Soup?

Magic or Melee?

Sword or Bow?

Summer or Winter?

Spring or Autumn?

The Past or The Future?

tagged: stolen from @theolderhenderson tagging: You!

[stardust9905]

Awwwe lol 🤣

Hmm, what if Fives and Commander Fox had a small interaction at one point? The line: "Move along, vod." Also, congrats on 200 :)

THANK YOU and thank you for the ask! I'm pretty stoked about how this one came out... :)

Rating - T (language)

Fox turned on his heel once more, head on a swivel as he took in his surroundings. Despite his rank, he still felt it was important to take a shift on patrol every now and again to ensure that he understood the needs of his reports and see what they were seeing. He also knew he missed being outside of his office, although he’d never admit that was his main motivation behind patrolling the hangar tonight.

A sudden clatter off to his right made him freeze, his fingers grazing the DC-17 blaster at his hip. Quietly, he crept down the row of gunships towards the source of the sound. As he approached the end of the row, he began to hear whispered voices.

“Hand me the other can. This one’s spitting nothing.”

“Hurry up or we’ll get busted by the Corries.”

“You want it to go faster? Then you climb under here and help out.”

Fox rolls his eyes. He’d know those voices anywhere, particularly since he shares the same timbre. The last ship in the line is one of the 212th’s. Cody’s going to be pissed if they’re doing something to his ship. Peering around the side of the gunship, he sighs in frustration at the sight before him.

A pair of blue and grey striped legs are sticking out from beneath the gunship, two empty spray paint cans laying next to matching boots. A clone with a Republic gear tattooed on his forehead is crouched down, placing a new can into an outstretched glove groping out from beneath the ship.

Rex’s boys. Jesse. And I have little doubt who the other one is.

“HEY!” Fox barks. Jesse’s head snaps up, and he drops the can, taking off at a sprint.

No honor among thieves. Or pranksters apparently, Fox thinks as he approaches the armored legs that are still poking out from under the ship, their owner apparently oblivious that he’s been caught.

“Jesse, quit your yelling. You’ll wake the whole base,” the clone under the ship grumbles. “Jesse?”

Fox strides forward, gripping the clone by the ankles and yanking him out from under the gunship.

Fives stares up at him, eyes wide before he breaks into a sheepish grin. He’s got blue spray paint flecks in his goatee and hair and one large blue streak across his cheek and brushing the tattoo on his temple.

“Oh hey there, Commander. Was just checking to ensure the 212th’s ships were up to snuff, and you know, I just can’t find anything wrong. They are in peak condition. My compliments to the mechanics.”

Fox is smirking beneath his helmet but remains outwardly stoic as Fives scrambles to his feet, gathering the cans in his arms and stuffing them in his pouches. “You know, it’s just so great that you come out here and do patrols yourself. Such an example of leadership and-”

“Fives.” The ARC goes silent, his charming grin faltering slightly as he braces for the berating he’s clearly sure is imminent.

Fox considers his quarry for a moment before grinning under his bucket. Cody still owes me for those drinks at 79s a few rotations back anyway. As much as he’s enjoying Fives’s squirming under the gaze of his visor, he decides to let it slide. He leans forward, and the new ARC holds his breath.

“Move along, vod,” the commander says quietly.

Fives almost trips over himself in his haste to escape, one of the cans clattering to the ground as he races away. Fox sighs again.

Better than dealing with more paperwork.

Participate in my 200 Follower Celebration! :)

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The Olympics: A Celebration of Global Unity and Athletic Excellence

The Olympics are more than just a sporting event; they represent a global celebration of unity, athletic excellence, and the pursuit of greatness. Since their inception, the Olympics have become one of the most iconic gatherings in the world, bringing together athletes from diverse cultures and backgrounds to compete on the grandest stage.

A Brief History of the Olympics

The origins of the Olympics date back to ancient Greece, where the games were held in Olympia every four years beginning in 776 BCE. These early competitions were held in honor of Zeus and featured athletic contests that tested the strength, skill, and endurance of participants. However, the modern Olympic Games, as we know them today, were revived in 1896 by French educator Pierre de Coubertin, who envisioned an event that would promote peace and unity among nations through sports.

The first modern Olympic Games took place in Athens, Greece, with 14 nations and 241 athletes competing in 43 events. Over the decades, the Olympics have grown exponentially, now featuring thousands of athletes from over 200 nations competing in both Summer and Winter editions of the games.

The Spirit of Competition and Unity

At its core, the Olympics symbolize the spirit of competition and the power of sport to bring people together. Every two years (alternating between Summer and Winter Games), the world comes to a halt as we witness the remarkable athleticism, discipline, and dedication of the competitors. It’s a time when national pride is on full display, but more importantly, it’s a time to celebrate humanity’s collective drive to excel and push beyond boundaries.

From track and field events to gymnastics, swimming, and team sports, the Olympics showcase the best of the best in their respective fields. Winning a gold medal at the Olympics is often considered the pinnacle of an athlete’s career — a testament to years of hard work, sacrifice, and perseverance.

Memorable Moments in Olympic History

The Olympics have provided countless unforgettable moments that have left a lasting impact on both the sports world and society. From historic victories to displays of courage and resilience, the games have created legends and inspired generations.

Jesse Owens’ Triumph in 1936: Owens, an African-American track and field star, defied racial prejudices and won four gold medals at the Berlin Olympics, directly challenging Adolf Hitler’s ideas of Aryan supremacy.

The Miracle on Ice (1980): The U.S. men’s hockey team, composed of amateur players, pulled off an incredible upset by defeating the heavily favored Soviet Union team in the Winter Olympics, solidifying one of the greatest moments in sports history.

Usain Bolt’s Unmatched Speed (2008): Bolt electrified the world with his record-breaking performances in Beijing, winning three gold medals in sprint events and setting new world records in the 100 meters and 200 meters, cementing his status as the fastest man on Earth.

Simone Biles’ Gymnastics Mastery (2016): Biles wowed audiences in Rio with her breathtaking performances, winning four gold medals and becoming a symbol of athletic excellence and mental strength.

The Olympics as a Platform for Social Change

Beyond athletic achievements, the Olympics have also served as a platform for social and political change. The games have historically been a stage for athletes and nations to raise awareness of important global issues.

The Black Power Salute (1968): American sprinters Tommie Smith and John Carlos raised their fists in a Black Power salute during their medal ceremony in Mexico City to protest racial inequality in the United States. This act became one of the most iconic moments in Olympic history and highlighted the power of athletes to use their platform for social justice.

The Refugee Olympic Team (2016): For the first time in Olympic history, a team composed of refugees competed under the Olympic flag in Rio de Janeiro. This powerful statement of inclusivity and hope showcased the unifying power of sport and the Olympics’ commitment to humanity.

The Modern Olympics and Global Impact

In today’s world, the Olympics continue to grow in importance, with billions of viewers tuning in to watch the games from every corner of the globe. The athletes who compete at the Olympics are no longer just national heroes; they are global icons whose performances inspire millions.

With the advent of social media and live streaming, the reach of the Olympics has expanded, allowing fans to engage with the games like never before. Athletes are now more accessible to their fans, and Olympic moments are shared in real time across digital platforms, making the event more interactive and globally inclusive.

The Future of the Olympics

As the world evolves, so too does the Olympics. The International Olympic Committee (IOC) continues to introduce new sports and technologies to keep the games fresh and relevant. In recent years, the inclusion of sports like skateboarding, surfing, and sport climbing has brought younger audiences into the Olympic fold, showcasing the versatility and adaptability of the event.

Sustainability has also become a focal point for the Olympics. Host cities are now encouraged to minimize their environmental impact, and future Olympic Games will likely see even greater efforts to promote sustainability and reduce the event’s carbon footprint.

The Legacy of the Olympics

The Olympics represent more than just a sporting event; they are a global celebration of human potential, unity, and perseverance. From the humble beginnings in ancient Greece to the modern-day spectacle, the Olympics continue to inspire and bring the world together. As the games evolve, their legacy will undoubtedly endure, reminding us that sport has the power to transcend borders, break barriers, and create a more connected and understanding world.

The Olympics will always be a stage for greatness — a place where the impossible becomes possible, and where individuals, communities, and nations unite in the spirit of friendly competition and shared humanity.

[the-eternal-quest-for-balance]

Here's the article.

It's from back in the Clinton era. I'll look for something more current.

Texe Marrs

Our National Parks Now Belong to United Nations

Across this great land, our national parks, wildlands, forests, and lakes are being turned over to UN control. Joseph Urso, Jr., a friend of the ministry who hails from Knoxville, Tennessee, recently sent me a photograph of the entrance sign of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Notice the telling phrase on the sign: "AN INTERNATIONAL BIOSPHERE RESERVE."

This means that, under the United Nations Biodiversity Treaty, a precious resource—owned by American citizens for over 200 years—has been turned over to the UN's bureaucrats for control. Yes, you and I will continue to pay taxes for the maintenance and upkeep of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. But we no longer own it. Now, the UN has ultimate jurisdiction. This alone is startling evidence that the once independent nation-state known as the United States of America is going out with a whimper and not a bang. Our sovereignty is coming to an end.

But even if you are not shot or arrested, there is still a possibility of being bitten—or eaten! As my friend, Joseph Urso, Jr., points out, the feds have been reintroducing vicious wolves into Yellowstone National Park and into Great Smoky Mountains National Park. The idea is to put the lives of park visitors in jeopardy and to frighten tourists away.

Environmental groups, of course, are overjoyed that the UN is taking over our parks and forests and putting the screws to the people. Such organizations as the Nature Conservancy and the National Wildlife Federation are funded and controlled by Rockefeller monied interests. The leaders of these organizations hate human beings and believe that the takeover of our parklands and heritage sites by the UN is the paying of homage to their pagan nature goddess, "Mother Earth."

In protest, I have registered a complaint with U.S. Senator Jesse Helms of North Carolina. Helms, a Republican, is Chairman of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee. As Chairman, he has the power to put a stop to all this nonsense. What's more, the Great Smoky Mountains National Park lies partly inside Helm's home state, North Caro-lina, as well as in neighboring Tennessee.

My answer from Senator Helms came in March when he and his committee warmly embraced and voted for President Clinton's choice, Madeleine Albright, to become Secretary of State. Albright, a Marxist, is an avid supporter of the UN's Biodiversity Treaty. She endorses the unconstitutional giving away of American sovereignty over its lands and natural resources.

Some may be surprised that Jesse Helms would commit this act of high treason. They are puzzled that the Senator, who is so warmly supported by the Christian Coalition and other conservative groups, would conspire with Bill Clinton, the UN, and the Illuminati elite to give away our birthright and heritage to New World Order forces.

Ever since Jesse Helms was elevated to the 33° of Freemasonry, bowing his knee before the black stone altar of the false gods Jahbulon, Mahabone, and Abaddon, he has digressed in his strong support of American sovereignty. As happens with all Masons, the occultic, 33° ritual brings on possession of the celebrant by devils.

In fact, Jesse Helms can't help himself. Like Judas Iscariot, he is taken captive by alien forces. Helms has been neutralized, and our historic, great nation is laid low before vile, global forces—forces intent on America's unconditional surrender to the Illuminati's antichrist, United Nations establishment.

Texe Marrs and Power of Prophecy Ministries oppose violence. But when the American populace—or at least the few who still care and are not dumbed-down—realize that this country's national treasures and heritage have been given away for a mess of globalist porridge, intense anger will result.

No doubt, the elite are preparing for just such an eventuality. If Joe and Jane American discover that Yellowstone, Big Bend, Sequoia, Rocky Mountain, Great Smoky, Yosemite, and the other national parks and monuments are under UN jurisdiction and control, the government fully expects a counter-revolutionary explosion.

That's why the UN is bringing in foreign troops and training them—at Fort Polk, Louisiana, and other military bases—to assault U.S.A. cities and towns. That's why the Universal Beast 666 Computer Control System, Project L.U.C.I.D., is being implemented. It is why the White House is making a priority the passage by Congress of totalitarian, gun control legislation and supposed "anti-terrorist" acts. It is why our Armed Forces are now earnestly training to quell a domestic insurrection by militias and patriots. The elite know what's just ahead. They are preparing to deal with the resisters and dissidents—in other words, the old-fashioned, solid American patriots and Christians who still refuse to bow to the gods of the New World Order.

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Season Three of “I Didn’t Know, Maybe You Didn’t Either” -- Under-Known Black History

A Serious Deep Dive into Black History with a Comic Twist

Join host Brian “B-Daht” McLaughlin every day in February in this historical docuseries rooted in Black excellence and legacy

iHeartMedia and Charlamagne tha God’s Black Effect Podcast Network have announced Season three of the original series focused on highlighting the events in Black history that still influence society today, “I Didn’t Know, Maybe You Didn’t Either.” 

Hosted by Brian “B-Daht” McLaughlin, comedian, radio host and creator of "The Freestyle Funny Comedy Show," 

“I Didn’t Know, Maybe You Didn’t Either” is a historical docuseries rooted in Black excellence and legacy with a comic twist.

  Throughout the series, McLaughlin showcases under-known Black history, including some events that took place near his hometown of Greensboro, North Carolina. The progressive podcast series is focused on cultivating connectivity and progression through truth within communities. 

Season three of “I Didn’t Know, Maybe You Didn’t Either” will have something for everyone, from history buffs to those who are tuning in for a good laugh. In episode one, McLaughlin discusses the United States’ long history of racism, swimming pools and “White Flight,” a post-desegregation phenomenon that occurred when white residents would leave their neighborhoods once they became racially integrated. 

 There is some much of Black history that has been either suppressed or just not well documented.

 For example, Between 1810-1850, an estimated 100,000 slaves used the Underground Railroad to escape to the North. That puts the lie to the assertion by modern conservatives that Blacks were content under slavery.

I didn't know that Baseball legend Jackie Robinson had an older brother, Matthew “Mack” Robinson, who broke the Olympic record in 1936 in the 200-meter dash. However, he took home the silver medal because he finished behind Jesse Owens, just like every other runner in the world in that Olympics.

Did you know that Dr. Gladys West is "a still-living and largely unheralded Black woman whose scientific contributions enabled us to understand geodesy and the shape of the Earth well enough to make GPS technology possible?"

  Charlamagne Tha God and iHeartMedia created the Black Effect Podcast Network, celebrating the essential Black culture-shapers on the planet—in education, entertainment, politics, pop culture, and sports. The Black Effect Podcast Network gives rise to emerging and established content creators and storytellers whose perspectives and creative visions have been marginalized and overlooked, while serving an audience that has been underserved.

Episode one of season three of “I Didn’t Know, Maybe You Didn’t Either” is available now, with daily episodes through the entirety of Black History Month. 

Finally, as we prepare for the mega sporting event of the year, The Super Bowl, let's recall the sad racial history of the Washington football franchise.

George Preston Marshall, owner of the Washington Redskins NFL team, was a supporter of racial segregation, and was the last NFL owner to integrate Black players onto the roster. He did so in 1962 under pressure from the NFL and the federal government, which threatened to block the use of D.C. Stadium, which they owned, unless he did.

Under such pressure, the Washington Redskins used three Black players during the 1962 season -- Bobby Mitchell, John Nisby and Ron Hatcher. In his first game in Washington, Mitchell ran back a 92-yard kickoff return against the Dallas Cowboys. The Redskins finished the season with a 5–7–2 record, their best record in five years. Mitchell led the league with 72 catches and, 1384 yards and ranked third with 11 touchdowns. He was selected to the first of three consecutive Pro Bowls.

 When George Preston Marshall died in 1969, he left some money to his children but directed that the bulk of his estate be used to set up a foundation in his name. He attached, however, one firm condition: that the foundation, operating out of Washington, D.C., should not direct a single dollar toward “any purpose which supports or employs the principle of racial integration in any form.” 

Check out “I Didn’t Know, Maybe You Didn’t Either.” I can guarantee you will hear about historical events that have been largely ignored in the collective history of this nation. And you'll laugh, too.

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Blog #3 Social Media- Instagram Harriet Tubman Museum

For the multi-media social media assignment, I selected the Instagram account of the Harriet Tubman Museum. Images and information about the Harriet Tubman Museum of New Jersey are included in this profile. This museum pays tribute to her legacy by hosting activities that inspire people to get engaged, learn about her, and be bold like she was. She was born in Maryland around the year 1820 and passed away on March 10th, 1913, in Auburn, New York. This biography also taught me how crucial a part Harriet Tubman played in the Underground Railroad and the abolitionist movement. After gaining her freedom, she made nineteen trips back and forth to free others, releasing over 200 slaves, including her parents. Additionally, Ms. Tubman participated in the Civil War as a cook, nurse, scout, and spy for the Union Army. The National Association of Colored Women was also founded with her assistance.[1] She was determined to protect so many other people's freedoms, and she made a powerful impact by doing so.

From our schoolwork, we learned about the image below that is comparable to the one of Harriet Tubman on the website below. The woman appears respectable and tough in both pictures while wearing middle-class clothing. This demonstrates the fact that they weren't just profiled as slaves. The pictures aid in dispelling racial preconceptions and promote race and ethnicity to others in a favorable light. Both works have the intersectionality of being female and African American, which made it more difficult for them to achieve independence. For example, Harriet Tubman battled for women's suffrage, which was not granted until after her passing.

Unknown, Sojourner Truth “I Sell the Shadow to Support the Substance,” 1864, albumen silver print from glass negative, 8.5 x 5.4 cm (3 3/8 x 2 1/8 in), The Met.

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An art piece of Harriet Tubman assisting slaves to escape to freedom.

Greenspan, Jesse. “8 Key Contributors to the Underground Railroad.” HISTORY, 8 Feb. 2019, www.history.com/news/8-key-contributors-to-the-underground-railroad.

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The Joint Resolution of Congress stated on the memorial event to honor Harriet Tubman, "courageous and dedicated pursuit of the promise of American ideals and common principles of humanity continues to serve and inspire all people who cherish freedom."

Because she struggled for both her own freedom and the freedom of the slaves because of her race, this profile sparks a discussion about race and ethnicity. Despite the serious effects of violence, she did not hesitate to assist others. The profile celebrates the present and achieving freedom and independence while acknowledging the past and what has occurred. This page serves as inspiration for others, reminding them that effort and persistence pay off. She made it possible for future generations to preserve and be proud of their culture.[2] Because of how far society has advanced to form one, cohesive community, everyone can take part in these holidays, which is something we should all be grateful for.

[1] “Login • Instagram.” Www.instagram.com, www.instagram.com/harriettubmanmuseum/. Accessed 14 July 2023.

[2] “Login • Instagram.” Www.instagram.com, www.instagram.com/harriettubmanmuseum/.

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The Rise and Reign of the Jonas Brothers: A Look at Their Celebrity Facts

Photo By: Flickr, Source, CC How did the Jonas brother become famous? The Jonas Brothers are an American pop rock band. Formed in 2005, they gained popularity from their appearances on the Disney Channel television network. The Jonas Brothers are an American pop rock band that gained immense popularity in the late 2000s. The band, comprised of Kevin Jonas, Joe Jonas, and Nick Jonas, enjoyed a successful run from 2005 to 2013 before parting ways. However, they reunited in 2019 and have since then continued to hold their ground in the music industry as a prominent pop rock band. Here are some interesting facts about the Jonas Brothers: - Early beginnings: The Jonas Brothers began performing as a band in 2005, playing alongside other notable acts such as The Veronicas and Jesse McCartney. They were first signed by Columbia Records and released their first album "It's About Time" in 2006. - Rise to fame: The band's second album, "Jonas Brothers," released in 2007, became a massive hit, earning them their first Top 10 album on the Billboard 200 chart. The band's singles "S.O.S." and "Burnin' Up" were particularly popular and helped them gain a multi-generational fanbase. - Acting career: The Jonas Brothers have also made a name for themselves as actors, appearing in TV shows such as Hannah Montana and their own Disney Channel Original Series, Jonas. They have also starred in movies such as Camp Rock and its sequel, Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam. - Philanthropy: The Jonas Brothers are known for their charitable work, supporting causes such as diabetes research, education, and equality. They founded the Change for Children Foundation in 2008 and have also worked with organizations such as DoSomething.org and Children's Miracle Network. - Breakup and reunion: In 2013, the band announced their split, citing creative differences. However, they reunited in 2019 and released their fifth studio album "Happiness Begins," which debuted at number one on the Billboard 200 chart, proving that the band still has a strong following and a place in the music industry. - Family ties: The Jonas Brothers' family is known for their involvement in the entertainment industry. All three brothers are siblings of actor Frankie Jonas, who has also appeared in several movies and TV shows. - Solo careers: After the band's breakup, each member pursued a solo career. Kevin appeared on reality TV shows such as Married to Jonas and The Celebrity Apprentice, while Joe formed the band DNCE and released their hit single "Cake by the Ocean." Nick also pursued a solo career and starred in TV shows such as Kingdom and Scream Queens. - Legacy: The Jonas Brothers' impact on the music industry cannot be overstated. They paved the way for many pop rock bands and set the standard for what it means to be a successful boy band. Their catchy lyrics, upbeat music, and wholesome image continue to resonate with fans and inspire new generations of musicians. In conclusion, the Jonas Brothers are a group that has experienced immense success in the music industry. Their rise to fame, philanthropy, and family ties are all qualities that have contributed to their popularity. While they may have faced setbacks, their reunion, and continued success prove that they are here to stay and will continue to make an impact on the music industry and beyond for years to come. Read the full article

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Happy to see you back on here! Nice to have another person back on my dash who's excited though. Looking forward to the next half of the season; what I've seen about spoilers for the next 4 seem exciting - good Burzek content and not gonna lie I'm looking forward to see Jesse's episode as a director. What are you looking forward to?

Thank you!!! That's actually a reason I was really annoyed my internet left me, because I wanted to make sure to be excited and engaged with the fandom that is excited still!

I am SO excited. Ridiculously excited. And not just for this week, because as you said, the next ones are ALSO exciting. It seems we're going to be fed and I'm so looking forward to it, especially because I'm loving both the base writing AND the plotlines they're doing this season. They're so inspired and fresh and aaaah it's so exciting.

And I, too, am looking forward to seeing Jesse's debut as a director. I'm really glad he's getting this experience with a crew he knows so well and that it's something I can watch and be supportive of.

It's really hard to be specific in what I'm looking forward to, because the answer in general is just "EVERYTHING". For me, this is a great time to be a cpd fan and everything just feels and seems so interesting and even though I still have some problems I'm just excited to see how the direction of everything goes.

But honestly, I'm quite looking forward to seeing 10x15. The summary intrigues me, I love that they're bringing in the Beck's AND that it's not being a closed off storyline to only two people.

Specifically what I'm excited for about this week's episode though is just getting to see this plot. It's an interesting plot design and Marina's going to knock it out the park and it feels like a really intriguing way to celebrate the show reaching 200!

Thank you for asking!!! 💖