#or this is going to age horribly and my research will have been for naught lmfao

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I want so badly to believe the rumor that Stargirl is going to take Naomi's spot. Naomi is about 6 weeks away from finishing if they don't take any major breaks which means we should be getting Stargirl by the last week of April. But I feel like if that's true we would really need a trailer soon and we haven't even gotten a tease about that as yet.

Hey anon!

I agree that if Stargirl's going to premiere this spring, they really ought to air a trailer sooner rather than later (I really am fighting for my life checking their socials every hour on the hour for one, always being met with nothing but disappointment). And, judging from last season, where filming took place during roughly the same time period as this one's, it doesn't really make sense that Stargirl would end up airing so soon.

BUT! All's not lost! Of course the rumor originates from Shawn McBee, who is a graphic artist on Stargirl and a host of the Stargirl Aftershow, and while he stated that he was just kind of guessing, he is involved ever so slightly in the production side of things, so his guess is ever-so-slightly better than that of the general public. But that's not really the reason why I have hope- that has to do with Naomi's timeline!

The first week of production for Naomi ended on August 27, 2021- while Stargirl season two was airing (between episodes three and four, to be exact). The first trailer for the series was released during DC Fandome, on October 16. That means that there was less than a two-month turnaround for the trailer to be put together. Granted, I'm sure DC wanted to put together something for their big event, so I don't think that Stargirl not having a trailer out in December means anything one way or another.

Pressing further, the Naomi trailer didn't come with a premiere date- it just vaguely indicated that the show would air in 2022. The date wouldn't be set until November 5 (admittedly, not that much later), for January 11, 21 weeks after production had started. I don't follow Naomi nearly as closely as I do Stargirl, so I don't know when production wrapped on the season, but Stargirl is currently in week 23 of production (filming-wise). I believe that Stargirl has a slightly higher budget than Naomi does, or at least spend more time with their special effects, as in my personal opinion, Stargirl's effects look cleaner than Naomi's, so I would believe that post-production will also take longer than Naomi's initially did.

Before we turn to speculation about Stargirl's airdate, though, let's examine a few more key Naomi dates. The show's poster was revealed on December 14, less than a month before the show was set to air. Cast talking heads were posted the week(s) leading up to the series premiere (typical of most if not all CW productions), on a daily basis. And Naomi's extended second trailer premiered as a YouTube exclusive on January 9, a mere TWO DAYS before the show was set to premiere.

So, what does that mean for Stargirl? Well, number one, there is no chance that season three will premiere before Naomi's season ends (a give-in). The CW likes pairing up Stargirl with the Super family of shows (Supergirl or Superman and Lois), and there was no indication of a night change, so under the assumption that there are no more episode breaks for Naomi, at earliest that gives Frenemies a premiere date of May 3.

If we were to follow the Naomi timeline completely, we'd get a trailer three months out before the season premiere, a date two months out, a poster a month out, and a potential second trailer very shortly before the season is set to air (with cast interviews in the two or so weeks before the premiere date). Now, obviously, if the season was going to premiere in May, going by this timeline, we'd have already gotten a teaser trailer by this date, but it's important to note that there's no major event that DC is participating in before May (at least that I'm aware of). And, looking at Stargirl's second season PR releases, we got the trailer on June 14 (roughly two months before the premiere), and the poster on July 14 (a month before)!

Now, of course, the elephant in the room for this theory comes in two parts. For one, the premiere date was released back on April 29, three and a half months ahead of the premiere. But even before then, on February 26, we got the tiniest snippet of season two footage. My rebuttal for that lies only on the fact that COVID hindered a lot of the CW's plans (pushing back their Fall 2020 shows to Winter 2021), and likewise, also pushed Stargirl back (from Spring 2021 to Summer 2021). However, since the cast had already filmed most of the season, to tide the general public over, the CW released promotional materials incredibly far in advance to compensate for it. The early renewal period also makes slightly more sense with this in mind, so the cast could film season three in time to make the Spring 2022 broadcasting block.

So-- the big question remains, are we two months out from the Stargirl season three premiere? Well...maybe??? If the CW wants to let Superman and Lois run its course, as well, before Stargirl returns, that would put the premiere at May 17. If they wanted a week's break in between the two series ending and starting, it's pushed back to May 24. If that's the case, we should theoretically get a trailer as early as this Friday, and a poster a mere month later. We wouldn't necessarily get a separate date announcement, but drawing that out over the course of three months rather than two would only be wasting time to fill up the CW's Spring 2022 broadcasting block.

Of course, this is all complete speculation! It's harder to judge when Stargirl will end up returning, mostly because it's not a fall-premiering, year-round show like a lot of the CW's other television properties. I'm almost counting on being proven wrong when this Friday comes and goes without a trailer, but until then, maybe the Stargirl fandom's combined manifestation can give us something this weekend!!!

[the-last-ghost]

Part 2

Alright everyone! Part 2 as promised; although this came out much sooner than I expected. If you have any questions, comments, concerns or requests, please, don’t be afraid to let me know. I hope you all continue to enjoy the story and please, re-blog away! I guess it’s time to start preparing for Part 3 already! I can hardly wait to see where the story will go next!  -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

           Orks. How apt a term for those creatures. It seems somehow… fitting. As if any being who heard the name would know, somehow, deep down, just what the name described. They were nightmarish creatures and to this day we still pray that they are truly gone. Were it not for the Terrans, I don’t believe we would have survived.

           War came, as it so often does in the vastness of space. With it came feats of untold and unfathomable glory coupled with loss beyond reason. The texts say that through it all, the Terrans never stopped fighting, they never stepped aside for relief, and they did unspeakable things to ensure our victory; and for those acts, they were banished. For you see, the Terrans were beings of a seemingly singular focus; in this case, it was victory at all costs. As I said before, they turned their skills from peaceful exploration to that of pure war and show us wonderfully horrible devices and techniques that could be used. At first, I don’t believe the USF fully understood the history of these Terrans, for their temperament when they joined the Federation was at complete odds with what we were expecting. According to their history, war had been a part of their society for as far back as they could trace it. Life and death was a constant cycle for them and they lived their lives with the absolute certainty that it could come to a very sudden, very brutal end at any moment. I remember reading some of the old texts about their history and the things that were mentioned, to this day, wake me from even my deepest of sleep. There was a story that spanned back eons of their history, back to a time where war on a near planetary scale was common. Back in those days, their people were divided into clans that claimed various parts of their world and would fight for resources as most fledgling species tend to do, but for them, it was more than survival; it was also a matter of so called, “pride.” Many of their stories tell of their people standing against foes that would outnumber them five to one and they would win! They would survive even the most devastating of blows and somehow steal victory from the jaws of defeat. Then there were the tales of their losses; which, oddly enough, sometimes were victories themselves. There would be stories that speak of a lone Terran standing before an army and choosing to fight, knowing that they will die and doing it anyway. For, to them, death in battle was preferable to life in servitude; and in dying for their beliefs, they would start a fire in the hearts of others to stand for the cause they died for and sometimes, they would win. The tales of the Terrans victories among each other were astonishing to hear and, were it not for the sheer body count, mass graves, memorial sites, and records, the USF would have been hard pressed to believe it. Still, even with physical proof, there were some things the Federation just wouldn’t accept as a plausible thing any civilized species would even dare to do. I saw the footage while I was on Jurhan-3; I saw the genocide, the mindless slaughter of their wars, and read the first-hand accounts of the survivors. All of that was believable and made me glad that we never had to go to war with them, but it’s one of those things they did to themselves, just to prove a point, that made me realize why the USF council went with their decision on the Terrans banishment.

           As the war against the Orks raged on, it became clear that the normal methods of war would not suffice. These creatures were too enthralled with the slaughter to be demoralized with the losses they were taking. The Terrans realized that the creatures would fight until the last one fell but they believed that if they were able to kill of an abhorrently large amount of them, maybe, just maybe, they would retreat long enough for the USF to recover. While the USF council discussed the merits of such a tactic, one of the advisors asked if there was even such a way to inflict that much damage and death at one time. To which the Terran ambassador proceeded to tell the story from ages past of when they nearly brought their world to ruin for the first time and the means by which they did it. They would not give the details to us about the conflict that lead to this tragedy, no doubt ashamed or humbled by the experience, for whenever it was spoken of, the sorrow was felt by all. All they would say is that, in order to bring an enemy and the accompanying war to a swift end so as to not cause anymore undue suffering, they detonated two bombs in their own biosphere that, had they been much stronger, could have turned the land itself into a glass-layered, radioactive wasteland. This act caused the enemy to surrender unconditionally but caused the various clans to start their own research on how to create these devastating weapons. The rumor they gave us was that by the time they were formally banned some centuries later, the clans had enough of the bombs combined to be able to turn their entire world into an ashen wasteland, devoid of all life; themselves included.

           Now, the Terrans had had these weapons banned for thousands of years due to the fact that their use was an absolute; nothing would survive, and nothing would be able to live wherever they were dropped again for hundreds of years. It was with a firm hand that the council forbid the use of the weapon and started the search for a peaceful resolution. Around this time, there was a single Ork raiding party that had managed to slip into Federal space and lay waste to an Intrali colony and slaughtered many hatchlings; nearly the whole generation was lost there. The Terrans viewed this as the utmost taboo; the killing of the young in war. When it became apparent that the USF would likely lose the sector and many more innocent lives would be lost, the Terrans did the one thing they swore to never do again; they recreated these weapons. More precisely, they built it using the modern technology of the time which caused the bomb to be much more devastating that anyone would have imagined. When they decided to use it, we realized just how ruthless they could truly be. They formed up every ship they could and pushed in to the center of the Orkish controlled systems and, having lost nearly every craft along the way, set out for the world where it was believed that the enemy WarLord was located. Upon confirming the WarLords location, they sent one of their Alpha-Class Capital ships, the Endless Void, on a mission to drop the bomb. No one was prepared for what happened. The detonation was larger than what their stories lead us to believe it would be; much, much larger. All I will say of it is this; there is a hole in reality where the world used to be; where time doesn’t seem to matter, where the cosmos no longer cooperates with the laws of nature, where reality itself just… stops.

           It is said that the system is gone; that all that remains is this blur in reality where the war was ended. It is said that if you are to fly near the space where it occurred, if you listen, you can still hear the screams. Naturally, when the USF council banished the Terrans from the Federation and labeled them, “Extremely hostile/unstable. Do NOT approach” there was very little shock. The entire Federation was in collective shock at what was done and yet, the war was over, of that there was no doubt. The attacks stopped, the dead-zone was now empty and explorable, and an unsteady peace was returned to the USF. Although, everyone knew the cost of it; and while the death of the vicious creatures was of little concern to many, the sheer amount of death caused was humbling. An entire system was, still to this day, brought to ruin and countless trillions of lives were brought to a horrifying end.

           Since that day, the Terran sector of space was formally blockaded and banned for all USF persons to travel to; and while many were curious to see what they were up to, none were brave enough to risk the wrath of either side. Slowly, their involvement with the Federation became less and less well known and the history behind it passed into legend and then myth; that is, until now. For now, before my exploration force is arrayed a lone cruiser, obviously fitted for battle, showing signs of significant and recent conflict, and hailing us on the ancient Terran frequency. The message they send is as haunting as is their appearance from seemingly nowhere… They are saying but five words in the common tongue. Five words which fills me with naught but dread, though I do not know why. All that is heard over the comms is this… “Beware. For they are coming.”

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“It’s not faaair.” Came the high-pitched whine.

Sans, currently around the age of seven in human years, was the culprit of the noise as he prodded at and smushed his little brother’s cheekbones. Said little brother was taking it about as well as a younger brother would, which meant he was screaming his skull off about it. Shame he didn’t have lungs or else there would have been some sort of reprieve from it. Instead, it was just a long, steady cry echoing through the household.

“How come you got dad’s freckles and I didn’t? ‘s just not fair...”

“YOU’RE NOT FAIR!” Papyrus screamed back at him, clearly knowing a nice, rational argument when he thinks of one. The aforementioned freckles brightened up a bit in response to his anger, bright, luminous orange standing out in stark contrast against his bones as he scowled up at his older brother.

And then, without any further warning, he promptly bit down on Sans’ fingers.

The pudgy skeleton yelped and immediately jerked his hands back to himself. He stuck his bit finger in his own mouth before manifesting his tongue to soothe it, glaring petulantly at his sibling. As soon as his finger was free, Papyrus started giggling, utterly delighted in how he figured out how to deal with his brother’s antics.

Apparently, that was what finally drew their father out of his room, Gaster abandoning his research to see what the fuss was about. “Boys, boys...” He started in his usual soft, cultured cadence. After crossing the room, he plucked up his younger son and cradled him in his arms. “Whatever could the two of you be making all of this noise over?”

“Pap got your freckles and I diiidn’t!” Sans shouted, pointing up at his little brother as though it was an airtight accusation. “Also he bit me!”

Papyrus’ rebuttal was simply him manifesting his own tongue and sticking it out at Sans. A small vertical line marred the middle of it at the tip, the beginnings of a fork in the orange tongue.

Gaster couldn’t help the amused chuckle that bubbled up at that. Before giving his answer, he moved to the couch, settling himself upon the worn, but comfortable cushions. He set Papyrus down on his lap, the little tongue still poking out of his mouth.

“It is simply a matter of how and where your magic chooses to focus. For instance, with the two of us, our magic happens to concentrate around our cheekbones, hence the freckles we have that you seem to be so jealous of.” For emphasis, he poked at his own purple freckles and Papyrus’ orange ones, significantly more gentle than Sans had.

“As for you... Well, you are unable to see it yourself unless you look in a mirror, but yours is concentrated in your mouth.” Gaster leaned a bit in his seat, making a show of trying to catch a peek inside his son’s mouth. “In fact, it looks rather like a small, blue flame from what I can see of it now.”

Sans’ sockets seemed to grow wider at that, any previous jealousy about his lack of freckles immediately forgotten. “R-really? Y’mean like the dragons in the stories you tell me an’ Pap?”

“You can always go check and see for yourself, you know.”

And Sans immediately rushed off to go do just that, stubby little legs taking him on the way to a mirror. After a few moments, he raced back and climbed onto the couch next to his father, absolutely beaming up at him.

“...I am guessing that I was correct?”

“Uh-huh!” He confirmed, giving an enthusiastic nod. “It’s all bright and blue and I stuck my hand in it ‘cause it’s my own magic and all and it’s really super warm too!”

Sans managed to rein in his excitement for a few moments, but then his grin seemed to only get even bigger as he raised his little fists up in front of himself. “...Does this mean I’m gonna be a dragon when I grow up? Am I gonna grow wings and breathe fire and, and be really big and stuff?”

Gaster merely raised a hand to his own growing smile, unwilling to ruin his son’s excitement by telling him no. This sort of thing was a part of being a child, after all.

Taking his father’s silence as confirmation, Sans let out a happy crow, arms darting out to drag his brother close to share in his excitement. Papyrus let out a noise that was half-surprise, half-grumpiness, but didn’t try to break free from the hug.

“You hear that, Pap?! I’m gonna be a big, big dragon when I’m older! I’m gonna fly around and steal princesses and it’s gonna be sooo cool! Oh! I might even be strong enough to break the barrier and then we can all go up to the surface again!” He puffed up his chest, already proud of his assumed role in the future. “And if the humans try to put us all back here again, then I’ll just beat them all up! And then we can all live up on the surface together! You an’ me an’ Dad! And... And we’ll all live happily-ever after, just like the stories Dad tells us.”

...A childish notion.

The memories of Glitchy’s childhood were ragged and frayed and many of them were missing altogether. His father’s incident with the Core and all the numerous resets he had suffered through had ensured that. Still, after being reintroduced to his Gaster, some were actually salvageable and coherent, that particular memory included.

It may be childish but, looking back on it, all of the desires were still present, even to this day. Break the barrier. Save monsterkind. Live a full life up on the surface.

He just had one more to add to the list now—break the cycle. If he didn’t manage to do that, to finally put a stop to the resets, everything else would be all for naught.

...It had taken getting up to the surface, but he had eventually realized that his father’s stories were all altered versions of human tales. In his versions, the dragon or monster or whatever the opposing force to humans was always won and, triumphant, it did horrible things to the humans who dared to try to kill it.

In the human versions, the true versions, the dragon was always described in the most vile, hideous words that can be put to paper, a villainous creature who delighted in spreading havoc and death across the land. The humans, always heroes, rose up and vanquished the dragon before cheering and celebrating the death of the terrible creature.

...Glitchy’s eyelids slid shut.

If becoming a villain was what it would take to be the hero of his story, then so be it.

[regular-lord-reckoner]

i’m...cautiously optimistic because i called my dentist to see about setting up an appointment to talk to him about something 

i had to leave a message because they’re closed today, but...

last time i was there he mentioned that my alignment is...super off, which doesn’t surprise me because it’s always been off but braces helped as best as they could and then my lazy ass didn’t follow through with my retainers like i should have so...things basically just shifted back (if not worse, it’s hard to say because i did braces as such an early age) 

but he mentioned it because he wondered if it ever caused me any headaches or anything which i do have those, i go through spells where it seems like i’ll have one every day, but i guess i just attributed that to like...stress, lack of caffeine, hunger, etc but i hadn’t thought of it being anything related to that before and ultimately it’s not like it happens enough where i’m like, “god, someone please fix this!!!” 

i just bought cvs brand headache pills and carry them around with me and call it a fuckin’ day so...at the time i wasn’t really sure what all would be happening with my insurance situation, but...it seems like i should be okay, so i think i’m going to go in and see what he might be able to do about that? 

i’m not gonna lie i am...deeply insecure about how my face looks? 

which i know sounds uh...weird, especially with the amount of selfies i’ve been posting lately but bear in mind i use filters which, more often than not, reshape my face in such a way that i look more symmetrical but it’s...not. it’s really not 

and that’s not even just me saying it, i’ve had medical professionals make note of it and i know everyone’s face is a little asymmetrical and by no means am i trying to say mine is like...the worst, but it’s still enough to where i...hate it? a lot?? 

i don’t feel like it ~gives me character or ~makes me unique, i honestly just feel like it makes me ugly as shit and the reason i post so many goddamn filtered selfies and shit is because i like imagining myself looking like that, that’s how i WANT to look and i WANT people to think i’m that attractive and i WANT to actually feel that good about myself, y’know? 

but in reality, that’s...not my situation and i’m not saying it’s oh-so horrible and the worst thing ever because body issues aside i’m not so far removed from reality that i don’t understand that i’m more likely to be hard on myself and the things i notice might not even register with most people, but...nevertheless, i see an opportunity here and i’m...definitely interested 

ultimately i have no clue if this will like...do what i hope it does? i know in general i’m not satisfied with just...the shape of my face and a lot of that has to do with my jaw so i don’t know if just aligning it correctly would magically fix everything or not (i’ve also been...casually researching jaw shaving surgeries because shit’s...rough) but i feel like it’d at least be something, y’know? 

something to where i don’t feel like i want to have a break down every time i see what my face actually looks like 

again, there’s...a reason i use filters. there’s a reason whenever i took webcam photos i’d flip the image because for some reason when i look in a mirror or i do that it’s...fine 

but when i see like...actual photos of me as i normally am i can see it and it bothers me 

it’s literally that .gif of chris hemsworth laughing but then going :/ when he sees his distorted reflection except...my face is actually kind of distorted so...y’know 

idk. 

i might be getting excited for no damn reason and it’s all for naught but it’s really, really, REALLY been getting to me lately (more so than usual and i don’t know why) and i feel like...yeah, why not? why not at least see what could happen? 

if i had to fix just one thing about myself this is what i’d pick, hands down 

not my nose, not my lips, not my boobs, not my body in general...this 

and if i can get it done and it turns out even half of what i hoped i feel like it’d be soooo much easier for me to like...start accepting myself and feeling better about myself, y’know? 

i know that’s not how things are supposed to work, you’re supposed to like and/or love yourself anyway and then if you want to fix your face, fine, do it but this has a thorn in my side for so fucking long and i’ve never made any progress with it (and yes, believe it or not i HAVE tried, for once) and at this point i’m just like...fuck it, y’know? 

i feel like we’re at the point now where we people are at least slightly more accepting of cosmetic type surgeries and stuff like that and i look at it like this, too like...i already permanently changed part of my body and my appearance by getting a tattoo 

obviously it means a lot to me because of what it symbolizes, but it’s also like...aesthetically pleasing and in the future i plan to have tattoos that are purely just there for aesthetic purposes so like...yeah

and i’ve said it before, but like...seriously, it’s helped me a lot. 

in spite of the issues i’ve been having lately with my appearance and body issues and all that shit like...that’s still at least SOMETHING i can look at and be like *bronson voice* “that’s a fucking piece of me, innit?” and it’s beautiful and by proxy that means at least one part of me is beautiful 

why shouldn’t i want the same for like...my face?