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[howlingday]

Jaune: Thanks again for doing this with me, Nora.

Nora: Anything for you, Jauney~! But, uh, why did your mom want you to make bread with me again?

Jaune: I don't know. She just told me not to come back until we put a bun in your oven.

Nora: ...

Jaune: Which is weird that she'd want that since she's gluten-free, so it's not like she would eat it.

Nora: ...Jaune, allow me to introduce you to a little something called... "The sexy metaphor."

[jakes3resin]

Blondes Have More Fun

Anyways, this is probably the closest I'll ever get to writing Crack fic for this fandom, so enjoy Blond!Bucky and his ability to drive Buck and the entirety of the 100th wild with his smile and hair! Also personally I think Callum looks like a 24 year old when blond, so imagine handsome charming, nearly thirty Bucky Egan running around looking like a baby faced newbie then you'll be half a bowled over as the 100th.

It is a truth universally acknowledged at Thorpe Abbotts that Major John "Bucky" Egan can be talked into anything. Anything. So long as you were convincing and Buck wasn't around to drag him away from the dumber ideas, Bucky was down to play ball.

Curt had once talked him into using a British accent for a whole week, even in meetings with the CO. Bucky hadn't even blinked before adopting an uncannily perfect London accent. It was so convincing that some of the newer replacements had asked if the man was British.

Another time, he got into a howl off with Meatball after Hambone said he didn't know which one was worse. The pair were so loud that no one could actually tell who won. Most were too busy covering their ears. The few that weren't couldn't decide. It was officially settled as a draw, but Benny still refuses to accept that Bucky would ever beat his precious boy Meatball in anything.

There were countless tales of Bucky getting into trouble simply because someone had said within his earshot the six words needed to wreck Jack Kidd's night.

"You know what would be fun?"

The magic words. That or a dare would send Bucky careening into trouble with half the 100th behind him to watch the fireworks. Honestly, most of the time, Bucky was already getting up to his own antics, so convincing him to do something else wasn't exactly hard.

It was one such utterance of the phrase that sparked a wildfire within the 100th Bomber Group that threatened to tear them asunder and send one Major Gale "Buck" Cleven to an early grave. Or prison.

The night was like any other Friday night. Bucky had gone out with Curt and Bubbles. Buck had chosen to stay in for the night reading, and Harry had done much the same. Kidd, the minder of the entire 100th, had gone to the officer's club while the trio had gone to a local pub in the town just off base. So the usual minders of this trio of mad men were missing, and as the saying goes, while the cats are away, the mice will play.

It started as Bubbles's idea.

At least that's what they think it started as. A few too many drinks had left the evening a blur for Curt and Bubbles and a blank for Bucky. That last fact will be important later.

"You know what would be fun?" Bubbles said, or perhaps it was Curt. Or maybe it was Bucky. But it was probably Bubbles. The man was quite the troublemaker, he just hid it better behind soft smiles and manners.

"What?" Bucky leaned against the bar to grin at Bubbles. Well perhaps a more accurate word would be slumped, he'd spent half the night playing some weird darts game that required shots for every bull's eye Tommy made. It was safe to say that the man was on the downhill slide to wasted. Curt kept an ear on the pair as he flirted with a pretty blonde next to them at the bar.

"Being blonde." Bubbles sighed. "All the movies make it seem fun, don't they? And Major Cleven sure is pretty with his blond hair. I bet it'd look really pretty as well on your curls Bucky."

"Sorry, sweetheart, one moment," Curt turned his head to stare at Bubbles. "You think Buck's pretty?"

"And you don't?"

"I do!"

"We know you do, Bucky," Curt sighed and leaned further onto the bar to make eye contact with Bubbles. "I mean, sure, objectively, you could say he is, but I thought you were wrapped up with Croz and Jean?"

"I am, but I still got eyes don't I? 'Sides ain't there something fun about being blonde?" Bubbles leaned against his cupped hand on the bar. "Can't a mind wonder?"

"Yeah Curt," Bucky rose in defense of his friend slinging an arm around Bubble's neck. The move was so uncoordinated that the pair were nearly sent to the floor. "Why can't Bubbles wonder? I wanna go blond, too!"

Curt rolled his eyes at them, but an idea was taking root in his head. An amazing idea.

"Well," Curt grinned. "Why wonder when you can do?"

"You boys aren't thinking about bleaching your friend's hair on your own are you?" A voice cut through the trio's conversation. It seemed the blonde woman from before had been listening in and was rightly amused by the drunk airmen's conversation.

"Cause you'll fry his whole head off in the state you're in, and the world would mourn those curls." She lifted a hand to tug gently on one of Bucky's loose wavy curls. He smiled at her, loose and happy. Usually, only Buck plays with his hair, but Bucky doesn't mind when anyone else does. Buck does though, which Bucky still hasn't figured out.

"Well, how do you suppose we save his curls then," Curt paused searching for the woman's name, "Nora."

"Good job, I half thought you were too drunk to remember my name handsome." Curt smiled, and Nora kept talking

"There's a drugstore down the way. Stocks up on anything a girl, or flyboy in need, could ever need. I'll help you boys out." Nora laughed. "You'll look mighty pretty dyeing those curls blond Major. I wanna see 'em first."

With Nora leading the way, the trio tripped over themselves into chaos. Bucky laughed as Bubbles rambled on about how pretty he'll look as a blond. Curt butting in to say that he'll need to either shave his mustache or bleach it too.

On base, Buck felt a shiver run down his spine as he laid down to sleep. Writing it off as just a chill from the cold British air, the man fell asleep.

Bucky groaned as he woke up. Voices drifted around him. His head felt like it'd be screwed off and used as a bowling ball all night, and as desperately as he wanted to go back to sleep, he knew that now that the sun was up, he was up.

"Curt, if that's you snoring on my legs, I'm gonna kick you off." Bucky pulled his pillow further over his head, trying to block out said snores.

"Fuck off," Came the grumbled reply. An elbow dug into the back of his knee.

"Get off," John whined. Curt huffed shifting just enough to let Bucky free his legs. "Why didn't you go to your own bed?"

"Yours is comfier." Bubbles murmured next to the pair, and Bucky really was starting to wonder what the hell they all drank the night before.

"It's the same cot as everybody else." Bucky grumbled, finally sitting up. Bubbles and Curt immediately swooped onto the space he abandoned. "Rude. You just want me for my bed."

"But it's such a lovely bed, sweetheart," Curt buried his face in Bucky's pillow, not even glancing at the man he was stealing from. Bubbles seemed to have immediately fallen back to sleep.

"I'm getting breakfast," Bucky yawned, stretching his arms above his head. "Meet me there when you idiots wake up. I'll sneak you in."

"Sir, yes, sir." Curt's hand flopped into a mock salute that had Bucky rolling his eyes.

First things first, breakfast. Or at least coffee for his hangover.

Getting dressed as quickly as he could, Bucky didn't even waste time checking how he looked in a mirror. He went to smooth down his mustache only to curse when he found it missing. Thinking Curt must have shaved it off as a joke, Bucky groaned but moved on. He didn't even touch his hair after that, just walked right out of his barracks. The only thing that mattered to him was coffee and how he'd get his hands on a gallon of it. It wouldn't be the first time he ran around base with his hair going every which way. No one would bat an eye.

Had he known what kind of chaos he was about to wreck upon the poor, unsuspecting airmen of Thorpes Abbotts, Bucky would have at least styled it a bit. You know, just to ensure maximum chaos.

The bike ride to the mess wasn't awful. The fresh air helped at least. With his sunglasses on, his head felt less like it was going to split open and more human. What was weird was how everyone stopped in their tracks to watch him ride past.

"Is that-?"

"No way!"

"Someone get Kidd!"

"Holy shit!"

"Major Cleven is going to lose his mind!"

"Do you think he has a twin?"

"Hell if I know, I can't believe Major Cleven let him out of the barracks like that."

"Lord help us if there's another Egan running around."

Bucky ignored them. He was way too hungover to parse through what nonsense the boys were going on about, and he simply pedaled faster to get to the officer's mess. He just wanted his coffee.

"Major Egan, sir!"

Bucky glances up from securing his bike and meets the eye of one of the newer boys. Kid barely looks old enough to have enlisted.

"Uh," Bucky searches his memory for this kid's name. Bucky tried to know some of the newbies names, but it was harder than he'd ever admit. "Monroe, right?

"Yes, sir!" The kid squeaked, a bright tomato blush spreading across his cheeks. Bucky winced, the sound drilling right into his brain. "I wanted to say you look nice today, sir. Your, your hair is real nice!"

"Thanks, Monroe," Bucky smiled, thrown by how Monroe managed to grow even redder. He reaches out to clasp the kid on the shoulder. "You alright there? You look like you're gonna faint. Had any breakfast yet?"

"I-I'm fine, sir, thank you!" Monroe was stock still under Bucky's hand, but he wrote it off as nerves. Some of the boys got nervous around the older pilots, especially if they were officers. "I'll be going now! Have a good day, sir!"

In a flash, the blushing replacement ducked under Bucky's arm and ran as fast as he could down the lane. Bucky watched him go, head tilted not sure what the hell just happened to him. He heard a few shrieks behind him but wrote it off as typical background noise. There was always something going on.

"Weird kid." Bucky turned to walk into the officer's mess. He'd have to tell Buck about it when he saw him next. Maybe he'd understand what just happened.

Speaking of, Buck had better have saved him a seat for breakfast. Bucky was not going to battle the morning rush as well as his hangover just to find out he had nowhere to sit.

On the way inside, Bucky ran into Veal. As in, he literally ran into the man because he'd stopped dead in his tracks staring at him. Bucky hadn't even seen the other before he practically bowled him over.

"Veal, what the hell?" Bucky groaned.

"You," Veal stared at him wide-eyed. If Bucky were less hungover, he'd get quite a kick out of this. "You, you?"

"Shaved, I know," Bucky gestured to his face. He turned to keep walking into the officer's mess. "Yeah, Curt had some fun last night."

"Wait, no! Bucky-!" Veal went to grab him, but Bucky just swerved out of the way. Nothing was getting in his way in his quest for coffee. "Bucky! Stop! Don't go in there!"

"Yeah, yeah, Veal," Bucky waved a hand behind him. "I get you're shocked, but come on, man. It's not the first time any of you've seen me without it!"

Bucky rushed in, not paying anymore attention to Veal. He walked with one purpose. Coffee. He didn't care if the other officers stopped and stared at him slackjawed as he walked past. He was a man on a mission.

"Hey, coffee, please? Whole pot if you could," Bucky smiled at the attendant, who blushed scarlet before running off. Thrown but not deterred, Bucky just shrugged and turned to find Buck. Maybe he'd be able to steal Buck's coffee.

He found Buck seated near one of the windows with his back facing Bucky. Jack was at his table, but otherwise, it was empty. Bucky started over.

Jack saw him first and choked on his grapefruit juice.

"Oh shit," Jack choked out. Buck leaned over to check on him.

"Alright, Jack?" Bucky grabbed the seat next to Buck. Jack just stared at him, eyes wide. Bucky tilts his head confused. "Buck, what's with him?"

Buck turns and freezes. Bucky stares at him. Buck stares back.

"Buck?" Bucky reaches out to shake him.

"You," Buck starts but doesn't finish. His wide blues eyes stare at Bucky's face.

"Coffee, sir!"

The attendant from before arrives with Bucky's requested pot of coffee and a cup.

"Thanks!" Bucky smiles up at the other. The attendant trips backward. Buck turns and glares at the other man. He flees.

"Buck, what the hell?" Bucky nudges Buck. "Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"

Buck turns to stare at Bucky again, a clench to his jaw that Bucky's knows means he's holding something back. Jack seems to have started breathing normally again.

"Your hair!" Jack says. Bucky reaches up to touch his hair. Sure, he didn't style it this morning, but was it so bad? Monroe said it looked good!

Speaking of, why was everyone focusing on his hair today?

"What about it?" Bucky's genuinely curious now. Buck's still staring at him, eyes bright, and now Jack seems to be wishing for death.

"Its-!"

"Pretty."

Bucky turns to Buck. It's his turn to stare wide-eyed at the other. A blush rises up to his cheeks. Buck's not one to mince his words, and a compliment from him feels akin to a hundred.

The entire mess hall goes quiet as Buck stares at him. Bucky smiles at him. Buck goes rigid, and Jack chokes on his juice next to them. Again.

"Bucky!" Curt slammed his hand against the window, happy as a clam and utterly sober. Bucky hates that Irish constitution of his. "Let us in!"

Bucky stands up to hoist open the window. Jack's still too busy choking on his juice to stop him, and Buck seems to have frozen solid. Bubbles and Curt fall through seconds later. The pair immediately start talking over each other happily, and Bucky is starting to wonder if he was the only one who woke up with a hangover.

"God, you should hear the scuttlebutt going round!" Curt cackles as he launches himself into the seat across from Bucky. Bubbles nods next to him, already munching on a piece of toast Bucky thinks used to be Jack's.

"Anything fun?" Bucky dumps creamer into his coffee. He moans as he takes a sip of it. God, coffee really was the best hangover cure. Bucky doesn't notice how quiet the mess hall got until Bubbles finally answers his question a minute later. Odd.

"Just how pretty your hair looks now Major," Bubbles smiled at him. Bucky reached for his hair again.

"Is it really so different?" He asks. Buck makes a noise next to him like a dying chicken, and Curt cackles.

"Blond really is your color, Bucky! You look like one of those pin up posters running around like that!" Curt reaches across the table to tug on one of his curls, drawing it down into his eyesite. Buck bangs his knee against the table with a swear. Bucky would fuss over him, but he's reevaluating his whole morning with this new information.

"Oh!" Bucky gasps. Now he feels silly. "That's why Monroe complimented me outside?"

"Pardon?" Buck's voice comes out strangled. Bucky swings his gaze back to him. Buck's blue eyes are nearly electric, and Bucky gulps.

"Monroe? Cute kid? Brunette replacement with a billion freckles that disappear when he blushes?" Bucky rambles. Curt cackles again as Jack buries his face into his hands. Bubbles grabs a slice of Buck's toast this time.

"And he stopped you?" Buck's jaw was doing the thing Bucky knows only happens when he's pissed. But why would he be mad? Bucky tilts his head to stare at Buck, curls flopping down into his eyes now that Curt's untucked them from behind his ears.

Buck clenches his fist.

"Yeah, he and Veal both stopped me before I walked in." Bucky reaches over to grab Buck's hand. "You okay?"

"I'm fine John," Buck reaches up to tuck his loose curls back behind his ear. His hand lingers, and Bucky fights the urge to press his cheek into Buck's hand. "You look real pretty."

"Yeah?" Bucky sits up straighter, leaning into Buck's space. "How pretty?"

"Like a daydream." Buck whispers, voice low. His blue eyes won't stop staring, and Bucky can tell his blush is spreading by the volume of Curt's laugh.

Oh, Bucky could just kiss the other.

"Yeah, Nora did a nice job on your hair!" Bubbles pipes up having polished off Buck's toast. "We should write her a thank you card!"

"Nora?" Buck twitches.

"The girl who dyed Bucky's hair, of course!" Curt chimed in reaching for Bucky's coffee. Bucky batted his hands away, holding desperately onto his cup. "Pretty girl too! Kept running her hands through Bucky's hair saying how nice it was."

"I think nows a good time to stop that." Jack shoved his last slice of toast in Curt's mouth.

Buck's hand was still hovering over Bucky's cheek.

"Oh, now I remember!" Bucky leaned towards Curt and Bubbles with a bright smile. "She kissed me on the cheek before we left, right?"

Buck pushed his chair away from the table with a screech. Jack turned back to his grapefruit juice with a sigh.

Buck stormed out of the building, and it was through the combined efforts of Curt and Bubbles that Bucky didn't run after him. They could hear yelling through the still open window.

"Oh shit!"

"Everybody run! Major Cleven's pissed!"

"Who flirted with Bucky this time?!"

"Buck calm down, whoever it was they probably didn't mean anything by it!"

"Outta my way Crank."

"Buck, c'mon if you go to jail, who'll stay by Bucky's side?"

"Only gotta go to prison if I get caught."

"That's right-wait, Buck, no!"

Bucky sipped at his coffee. Jack sighed and turned to Bucky.

"Would you please go stop him? I'm not explaining to Harding why one of the 100th murdered a civilian, a fellow Major, and a replacement."

"Buck wouldn't do that," Bucky rolled his eyes.

Jack stared at him, judgement clear in his eyes. Bucky shifted under his gaze.

"Fine," Bucky groaned and pushed away from the table. He refilled his cup of coffee. "He wouldn't, but I'll go stop him."

Curt and Bubbles chirped their goodbyes as they waved down an attendant. Bucky mourned his pot of coffee as he glanced back and saw Curt gleefully pouring it into a cup.

Stepping put in the sunshine, Bucky reached for his sunglasses. Finding Buck would be easy. He simply turned in the direction of the yelling and started walking.

He ignored the boys all watching him and whispering. Now that he was walking, he could see his reflection in the windows of the buildings he passed. His normally brown locks were now a bright blond. He felt a bit foolish for not seeing it earlier, but hangovers tended to narrow one's field of vision to only what's necessary.

"DeMarcooo!" Bucky called out when he saw the other walking Meatball. "You seen Buck anywhere?"

"Just missed him," Benny yelled back. He pointed to the left of the barracks. "Went that way!"

"Thanks!" Bucky called back with a smile. A few of the boys around him erupted in whispers.

"Nice hair!" Benny yelled with a grin. Bucky rolled his eyes and kept walking. Buck couldn't have gone too far, right?

He found Buck only a few minutes later outside of one of the barracks the replacements were quartered. He was leaning against a wall talking to someone.

"Buck!" Bucky jogged over. As he got closer, he realized that the person Buck was talking to was the kid from earlier. "Monroe! Good to see you again so soon!"

"Major!" Monroe squeaked, eyes bouncing from Buck to Bucky. "Major Cleven was just reminding me about a few chores that I forgot about! I'll get going! Sirs!"

The kid ran off before Bucky could stop him. Buck watched with a satisfied gleam in his eyes, and Bucky huffed out a laugh.

"You know, you don't have to act all jealous to get my attention," Bucky pulled Buck to him by wrapping an arm around his waist. "I'll still only ever look at you."

"Just making sure everyone else knows that." Buck replied, voice low and serious.

Bucky reached up his free hand to drag him down into a kiss. Buck melted into his touch. Bucky laughed into he kiss as he tried to keep his coffee from spilling all over the two of them. He pecks the corner of Buck's mouth and pulls away.

"So you like the hair?" Bucky scrunches his nose into a shit eating grin.

Buck wiped that grin off his face with another kiss. Not that Bucky was complaining, of course.

Later that night, after making sure Buck didn't actually murder anyone, Bucky found himself in front of a vaguely familiar drug store.

"Well Major, I take it your boy liked the blond?" Nora grinned, pink lips spread into a devilish smile. She leaned one hip against the drug store counter. "Surprised you made it back here. You boys weren't exactly stone cold sober when you left."

"I always remember my bets, darling. I'll forget a lot but never those." Bucky laughed and set his hat down on the counter next to her. A single blond curl fell down into his eyes. "Now, what's this about makeup?"

"Oh, Major, you'll look lovely in something peachy."

[rabbityfrogs]

theory time for knights of guinevere !!

if you haven't watched the teaser yet, go do that !! it is right here it is very good & funky !!!

ok now that you're back from watching it. hi ! i have been pondering & have come to possess inklings of a theory which i shall share with you now !! (i will warn afore you continue, 'tis rather long compared to normal post length from me) (Trigger Warning henceforth for mentions of medical experimentation, torture, & psychedelic substances)

so ! let's do a quick recap of the video first ! In the video, we see a princess sleeping in some pain, with various animals around her describing her as "dreaming." Until shown otherwise, I will work on the assumption that this princess is the Guinevere mentioned in the title Knights of Guinevere.

After an animal describes her as "dreaming," it cuts to a scene showing a robot in the same frame placement as the Guinevere, with the same colour of hair & proportions, who I will also assume is likely Guinevere. Two people have her strapped down in a machine, one of her feet is missing, & one of her arms is also missing, with tentacles oozing out of it the same colour as the blood around her. The machine is somewhat similar to a CT scanner in its design, & there is surgical equipment on a nearby table, so we can assume it is medical or medical-adjacent in purpose.

The bloodstains leading up to the machine & on the table of the machine, alongside the bar constricting her to the table, & her anger, likely mean she was taken here against her will. She escapes, & screams are heard that i assume are from both her, & people nearby

What we have so far is that Guinevere is a robot of some kind, receiving unwanted medical attention or experimentation of some kind, & lives concurrently in both an idyllic fantasy world, & a more harsh & real world. funky !!

but, this is not the only thing glitch has provided us. Before the teaser was released, they shared with us this image!

It depicts a picture of a brick wall, with various posters! Most are posters with Guinevere on them advertising how you can "Meet the Princess of Park Planet," but there is also a poster talking about a disease called Blue Lung, a poster with an image of fungi growing out of a veiny skull labeled STARSNUFF, & a keep out sign that is mostly off-screen. Also mostly off-screen is some graffiti

So ! What does this tell us first? Well, we now know that Guinevere is at an amusement or theme park of some kind called Park Planet, as either the main attraction, or a new attraction being heavily promoted! We also know that there is a disease called Blue Lung, & something called STARSNUFF, although it is unclear what STARSNUFF is

My immediate thought upon seeing the teaser & looking back at this image is that Knights of Guinevere may be partially inspired by Westworld, similar to how TADC is partially inspired by I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream!

For those who do not know what Westworld is, allow me a brief explanation! Westworld is a 1973 movie created by Michael Crichton, the same guy that made the Jurassic Park books ! In Westworld, there is a themepark called Delos with 3 main areas, a reconstruction of Pompeii, a reconstruction of a medieval/arthurian castle, & a reconstruction of a stereotypical wild west frontier town! These 3 areas are called Roman World, Medieval World, & West World respectively. Guests can visit these areas, & live as though they were in those times!

The main draw to Delos is not these reconstructions, but what staffs them: realistic robots! Rather than hire actors to act as characters, the park is filled with realistic robots that look & act like people from each time period, & guests can interact with them however they would like: talking to them, befriending them, killing them, having sexual encounters with them, &c. !

The park slowly experiences more and more problems, until the sentient robots rise up against the park guests & operators, attempting to kill all the humans in the park as revenge for the torture & constant death & resurrection they are forced to go through every single day.

So, what does this have to do with Knights of Guinevere? Well, like i said previously, i believe that Knights of Guinevere will be partially inspired by Westworld, particularly with Park Planet likely being similar to Delos, perhaps being a theme park & resort where guests can spend a day in King Arthur's Britain, living a medieval fantasy life, & meeting people like Arthur, Lancelot, &, of course, the princess Guinevere

But! There are still 2 more parts of this image that are important to look at, that being the poster for Blue Lung, & the poster for STARSNUFF !

Blue Lung is, as far as i am aware, not a real disease, although similar names have been used for stuff like bronchitis in the past. STARSNUFF could be a variety of things: a music group, an art installation, a political organization or movement, &c. But, what first came to my mind upon seeing the name & the imagery of mushrooms rising out of the top of a skull, was that it may be a psychedelic substance of some kind. (note: i have no experience with psychedelic substances, or really too much knowledge about them. i am working off of an understanding of them based purely off of general cultural osmosis)

I will tentatively connect the two posters, & work on the assumption that STARSNUFF is a psychedelic substance of some kind, & that Blue Lung is a disease which is linked to STARSNUFF. I will also make the assumption that STARSNUFF has some use or property besides being psychedelic, & that Park Planet (or the company/people behind it) is experimenting with STARSNUFF for some reason, with it potentially being related to the blue blood-like liquid oozing out of both Guinevere & the CT Scanner-esque machine

So, if STARSNUFF is a psychedelic substance of some kind, why would they be experimenting on it? Well, This is definintly reaching into much more wild speculation & less grounded evidence based territory, but let's take a look at the logo

These rings look, to me, like an infinity symbol! Perhaps the person or company behind Park Planet believes STARSNUFF to have some kind of regenerative property, that, if experimented on, could cure death, hence the research into it

Allow me to forgo strict evidence & paint a narrative with what we have so far, if you will:

A person or company discovers or invents STARSNUFF, a psychedelic substance with some regenerative property. It proves very popular due to its strong psychedelic powers, but, due to it being linked with the dangerous disease Blue Lung, is made illegal.

The person or company does not want to give up their research into STARSNUFF, however, as they believe its regenerative properties could be harnessed into the creation of a Holy Grail like substance, with the ability to prevent death, or maybe even bring back those who have already died. Due to their belief in this goal, they continue their research in secret

As experimentation on actual humans would be illegal due to STARSNUFF's illegal status, & the fact that the experiments the researchers wished to do would themselves be illegal on their own, sentient robots, like Guinevere, were developed to test STARSNUFF on.

As a front to keep their research secret & justify the creation of the robots, Park Planet is created, a theme park that allows visiters to go back in time to the times of Arthur &, more prominently, Guinevere! They can live in a fantasy village, meet cute fantasy creatures, & go on fun adventures! Alongside actual sets & attractions, small doses of STARSNUFF or a similar substance are used to induce hallucinations of this idyllic arthurian world in both guests & in the robots, allowing them to make an income via the park, while also keeping the robots docile in a dream-like trance to allow them to continue research on STARSNUFF, &, eventually, to create a Holy Grail

But, just like in Westworld, the park operators cannot keep control forever, & the robots, such as Guinevere, remember the torture that the researchers put them through. The robots may at first believe Park Planet to be their real life, & the medical experimentation & torture they remember to be nightmares, but, eventually, they slowly piece together that their tranquil, Park Planet life is not real, & once they do, there is nothing the researchers can do to stop them from wanting their freedom

[overallsonfrogs]

Rereading all of aftg the night before tsc comes out challenge

[avianconcept]

The Great Floozy Height Theory

So if there's one thing about me, it's that I love tiny nothing character trivia. Like hell yeah I wanna know their height, or star sign, or hometown. Something about it is just like catnip to me. If there's another thing about me, it's that I like puzzles.

So when Nora leaves this super neat set of details about the heights of the floozy line like she did in ch. 13, it's not really my fault that I get weird and scientific about figuring it out.

SO. brace yourselves. 

We’re gonna break this down into Known and Assumed info.

KNOWN

Jean is 6’1-6’2

Jeremy is four inches shorter, so 5’9-5’10

Cody is noticeably short 

Cat is taller than Laila (from that one line in tkm ch.16 where Laila says that Cat is too big for her to carry off the court) 

All of them, minus Jean, are under 6’0

ASSUMED 

We’re gonna use the high end of Jean and Jeremy’s heights for this, cause it gives us more range to work with (5’10 & 6’2) 

We’re gonna assume Cody is the shortest

With this in mind, gonna go person by person and break this down. 

PAT 

Pat’s probably the easiest guess on here. Based on this: 

We know he’s taller than Jeremy, and under 6’0, which puts him at 5’11ish?

CAT

Cat’s gonna be a straight up guess. There’s nothing that indicates how tall she is, unless we count Jean not commenting on her height as indication that she’s decently tall, for a woman. Hear me out, I think Jean “crusade against short people” Moreau might have said something if she was like. 5’1 or something. Based on this (flimsy) evidence and sheer vibes, we’re gonna say 5’8.

LAILA

Another straight up guess! If she’s shorter than Cat but also not noticeably tiny, maybe 5’5? Average height for a woman?? Idk my emotional support lesbians are a mystery to me. 

MIN

Finally, someone we have a clue about! 

Based on the incredibly scientific measurement of “half a head” (apparently the human head is nine inches tall?? wild) we’re going to take half of that off of Cat and say 5’4 or 5’5 for Min?

XAVIER 

The last of the Floozies we have evidence for.

If we're pretending Laila is 5’5, that also makes him 5’4/5’5? We’ll say 5’5 for argument’s sake. 

ANANYA 

No clues other than no Short Person Hate from Jean! Going with the vibes and saying shes also going to be kinda average for a woman. Maybe 5'5-5’7? 

CODY

The only thing we know about Cody is that like Neil, they’re another victim of Short Mom Syndrome. Jean describes them as short, and they call themself that, but are we talking twinyards short, or normal people short? Aaron being able to be a pretty solid backliner while being 5’0 tells us that its possible in exy to be that small and still play for a college team. But also, most would consider 5’4 short so???? Genuinely so curious what the answer is for Cody, I’m gonna laugh my ass off if they’re 5’0. We’ll go with…5’2? For now. 

SO. That comes out looking like this

Which. Actually so funny. There's about a foot between Jean and Cody. Absolute gold. If we get any other actual information in TSC 2&3, I think I'll come back and update this for funsies!!

[aestheticallypleasinganimeboys]

Nora Mukudu - HANDEAD ANTHEM

[the-horizon-lounge3041]

I can’t be the only one who thinks a Horizon series animated by Flying Bark would be pretty sick. Drew this cause I love their animation style

[sinceileftyoublog]

Andrew Bird & Mary Lattimore Live Show Review: 12/5, Fourth Presbyterian Church, Chicago

Andrew Bird & Alan Hampton

BY JORDAN MAINZER

A few songs into this year's first Gezelligheid show--Andrew Bird's annual series of winter concerts at the Fourth Presbyterian Church--Bird mentioned that when he put on an Ella Fitzgerald recording when spending time with his family, his niece asked, "Why are you playing Christmas music?" To her, Bird posited, all old music sounded like Christmas music. It's a fairly easy misconception to understand. After all, the feelings you most associate with Christmas, holiday, or wintertime music in general--warmth, joy, familiarity--are often inherent qualities of songs that clearly are from a distant past. A great classic song can make you feel nostalgia for a time you didn't even experience. It's that phenomenon that Bird took advantage of most on Thursday night.

Bird & Hampton

Accompanied by multi-instrumentalist Alan Hampton, Bird played both original and cover favorites from his recorded catalog. Highlights of the former included Armchair Apocrypha's plucky "Plasticities", the minimal "Pulaski at Night", and the swaying "Alabaster" from holiday album Hark! He culled multiple times from his deep well of tunes by Vince Guaraldi and beloved Americana duo The Handsome Family. Midway through the main set, Bird took advantage of returning home and invited Evanston-based longtime collaborator Nora O'Connor on stage. Though O'Connor has long been a backing vocalist for the likes of Bird, The New Pornographers, and The Decemberists, she and Bird actually played a deep cut she recorded with him, a version of Bob Dylan's "Oh Sister" from Bird's 2007 Soldier On EP. The three musicians on stage broke the song down, a capella style, before Bird built it back up with his violin.

Bird

But it was Bird's most recent releases of covers that ended up perfectly encapsulating the allure of the past. In May, he shared Sunday Morning Put-On (Loma Vista) with the trio of Hampton and drummer Ted Poor, a collection of jazz standards (plus one original) interpreted through Bird's unmistakable aesthetic. Bird knows that stringed instruments best emulate human voice, but on Sunday Morning Put-On, he explores the extent to which applying bow pressure on his violin strings can recall the rich sounds that result from blowing air into the mouthpiece of a horn instrument. Early in his set on Thursday, Bird and Hampton performed the Trio's rendition of Johnny Green and Edward Heyman's "I Cover the Waterfront", a song that's been recorded by the likes of Sarah Vaughan and Billie Holiday. Starting with violin, Bird's fluttering followed the original's vocal line; by the time he started singing, his bowing undulated like a tenor saxophone. The performance was eerie, uncanny, and time-bending.

Bird & Hampton

In October, Bird and singer-songwriter Madison Cunningham released Cunningham Bird (Loma Vista), a track-by-track recreation of Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks' pre-Fleetwood Mac record Buckingham Nicks. For many in the crowd, even among the pop music aficionados, it was their first time hearing the songs at all: Remarkably, Buckingham Nicks is long out-of-print and not on any streaming services, save for some unofficial uploads to YouTube. Bird and O'Connor duetted a strummed, stripped-down, faster-paced version of "Races are Run". On both Cunningham Bird and on Thursday, for "Crystal", Bird inverted the gender of the lead singer, Cunningham and O'Connor, respectively, singing Buckingham's words, Bird harmonizing Nicks' parts. And there's a fun connection between Sunday Morning Put-On and Cunningham Bird, which is John Lewis' "Django", a song that not only did Bird and his Trio cover on the former but that Buckingham and Nicks covered for their album--meaning Bird also reinterpreted Buckingham and Nicks reinterpreting jazz. The version that led into "Races are Run" Bird played on Thursday was firmly the Cunningham Bird version--after all, Poor's drums are key on Sunday Morning Put-On--but the song's inclusion as a standard that can be adapted in many different ways underscored the very concept of Gezelligheid: conviviality, coziness, fun.

Bird & Hampton

Mary Lattimore

Opening for Bird was harpist Mary Lattimore, a musician who has demonstrated over the past several years that combining classical training with clear experimentation and a sense of humor can, too, result in something fun and beautiful. Lattimore, gifted her harp by Chicago-based factory Lyon & Healy, performed tracks from her dense back catalog, many of which had a story associated with them. She wrote Hundreds of Days' "On the Day You Saw the Dead Whale" after, yes, seeing a dead whale in a coastal California town where she was at a residency. "Wawa By The Ocean", included on her 2017 Collected Pieces compilation, was inspired by her holy routine of buying a hoagie from the Philadelphia-born convenience store/gas station chain and eating it on the Jersey Shore. (Upon finding out about the song, Wawa headquarters sent Lattimore a care package.) "Til a Mermaid Drags You Under" aims to reflect the duality of dark and light in the surf town where it was recorded with Slowdive guitarist Neal Halstead, for 2020's Silver Ladders. On Thursday, hearing the songs' contexts gave crowd members a starting point, either as a lens through which to take in the song or as a challenge to see if they could empty their heads and get lost in the pure sounds emanating from the stage. Lattimore, meanwhile, used synths and looping not to trick and lull you into layers, but to show you how she was manipulating the sounds in real-time, as tangible as her plucks and scratches of the harp. At one point, during Hundreds of Days standout "It Feels Like Floating", ambulances were outside driving down the street, sirens on, but the crowd was subsumed by Lattimore's playing. The harp didn't drown anything out by volume, but like Bird's violin would do later, it enraptured a group of people who had walked through the doors of the church to nestle in the safety of memory and imagination.

Lattimore

Lattimore

[stupidity-incorperated]

Looking for a Nora Rp blog?

well I have one

stop on by into Beannie's Coffee & Bakeshop and order a Cup of roasted coffee or a special baked treat

or just stop by and chat with Nora, who knows maybe one of the other Beannies girls will join in

Or something more....SINISTER

stop on by, out doors are always open

@the-coolest-bennie-in-town

[greybackpack]

The scene with Aloy and Elisabet sharing a drink/stories was going to be longer. I was going to have them drink until they were sloshed before quickly realizing that Aloy and Lis wouldn’t, especially right before battle/something important. Also, it was kind of out of character, mostly because I have no idea what drunk Aloy acts like.

It was going to go something like this:

Aloy, whispering like she was about to impart the world’s greatest wisdom to the woman who kept it alive, asked Elisabet a question that the scientist herself had spent decades debating with her work.

“Do-do you think, the watchers feel it when I stab them?”

Elisabet hiccups, chugging down some more ale. Her face is flushed but her expression serious. Her thesis was on this. She knows the answer.

“Probably-? There’s error codes and- and lost, loss of visuals.”

She knows the answer but the ale makes sure it comes out like nonsense.

“I don’t wanna- I don’t want to hurt them!” Aloy insists, eyes earnest and frown creasing her brows. “But- but they’ll call the other machines and I need, I need the salva-salvage. And, and Heph- He- you know, wants to keep them alive! They’re so cute. ‘S better to hunt the bandits sometimes.”

Elisabet sniffles. “I’m sure it’s- it’s fine. Margo- Margo definitely would have wanted you to, to stay alive. She didn’t want to hurt anyone… ‘cept for Ted. Fuck Ted.”

Aloy nods emphatically, ale sloshing.

“Yeah, fuck Ted.”

“Bringing shame to the cool name of Theodore. That’s like- that’s like a posh name, you know? Back then…”

[hearts4hughes]

haven’t posted her in forever so here’s a little rant!!

why tf do people go crazy over touchland hand sanitizer? it’s a fucking hand sanitizer. just because it’s in a preppy container doesn’t make it any different.

and don’t get me wrong, i am a makeup girlie through and through. like sephora and ulta are my second homes. BUT $10.00 FOR A HAND SANNY??

[howlingday]

Yang: C'mon, Ruby! We're gonna be late!

Nora: Yeah, Ruby! Let's go!

Blake: It's okay, Ruby. I'll be fine reading by myself.

Ruby: ...Actually, guys, I'm gonna be hanging out with Blake today. Have fun at the show!

Nora: Wait... Ruby doesn't want to go to a gun show?

Nora: ...They're totally doing it in there.

Yang: Whatever you say, Nora...

Nora: No, really! Like, why else would Ruby give up on a gun show-

Yang: Nora, don't bother explaining it to me because Ren already told me about your shipping board you have under your bed. You think everyone's doing it with everyone else.

Nora: Yeah, well... I'm not wrong!

[mskwtz]

final tag drop for now

[teexmasstore]

Luther And Nora Kranks Christmas Party Unisex T-Shirt

The "Luther And Nora Kranks Christmas Party Unisex T-Shirt" is a humorous and satirical design that references the iconic 2004 Christmas comedy film, The Family Stone. This t-shirt features a reference to the infamous Kranks' decision to skip Christmas, often sparking debate and laughter. The design is printed on a standard t-shirt, suitable for casual wear. Whether you're a fan of the movie or simply enjoy a bit of holiday humor, this t-shirt is a great choice. It's a versatile piece that can be worn casually or dressed up for a festive event, making it a fun addition to any wardrobe.

[the-algebra-thing]

rebecca sugar trevor project livestream right as I have arrived waist deep back into steven universe what a wonderful day

[aleclighttwd]

The Sunshine Court being a trilogy just means Nora is treating this story with care and wants the final product to be as fleshed out as possible. It means Jeremy’s backstory is somehow more complex than we thought. It means Jean and Jeremy’s relationship is a slowburn but maybe they kiss in in the second book and figure stuff out in the third (i.e., Jeremy’s family, Jeremy’s captaincy, Jean’s past trauma and his healing.) It means we get another two books of Jean learning to live because he wants to. It means another two books of You’re place is here with me, with us. I’m you’re captain. You’re my partner. We’re supposed to be doing this together, aren’t we? Stop leaving me behind. Look at me.