#original girl gang

[mercurygray]

Friends, I have failed you all. I've seen a lot of posts over the last week with a lot of great biographical detail about many of the flyers and aircrew who've been name-dropped so far in Masters of the Air - and I haven't seen a single thing about the one name that is directly in the center of this blog's lane.

In Part 2, returning from their mission to Trondheim, Cleven and Egan walk into the Interrogation hut and Egan accepts a cup of coffee from a woman he thanks as Tatty. Later on, at the dance, James Douglass remarks that he will be 'coming in hot' on one of the American Red Cross women on the other side of the room, and one of his friends asks "General Spaatz's daughter? Or the other one?"

Katherine "Tatty" Spaatz was a member of the American Red Cross Clubmobile service and the daughter of General Carl "Tooey" Spaatz, who commanded the Eighth Air Force on its move to England. (General Spaatz later moved to overall command of the entire Army Air Forces in the Europe Theatre of Operations, or ETO. He is, as the kids say, rather important.)

But we're not talking about him here. We're talking about her.

Katherine was 22 years old when she arrived in Europe with the Red Cross. (One of her traveling companions that trip was Kathleen Kennedy, daughter of former U.S. Ambassador Joseph P Kennedy Sr., also coming to serve overseas with the ARC.)

The American Red Cross's mission in Europe had many facets during the Second World War - in addition to activities we might think of today, like collecting blood, providing disaster relief at home and running first aid seminars, they were responsible for collecting and distributing packages for Prisoners of War.

They also operated large canteens like the Rainbow Corner club, a recreational facility in London where soldiers on leave could get a room for the weekend, a bite to eat, and a number of other amenities. Smaller clubs called Donut Dugouts provided a space where a serviceman could always be assured of a cup of hot coffee, a donut, and a pretty girl to talk to, specially recruited for being friendly, fair, approachable, and specially trained to be the girl next door overseas. In addition to these more permanent installations, they also operated the Clubmobile service, a mobile version of their popular Dugouts that moved operations into retooled Green Line Bus Company buses to take donuts and a taste of home to the front line.

Tatty, as she was called, worked on the Clubmobile "North Dakota" along with Julia "Dooley" Townsend, Virginia "Ginny" Sherwood, and Dorothy "Mike" Myrick. Life Magazine did a full article on their clubmobile in February of 1943, which you can read online at the link. There is another lovely blog post with pictures here. She also worked for a time in a more permanent post at the USAAF base at Snetterton Heath, and was later sent to France. You can read a little bit more about her and see more pictures at her bio page at the American Air Museum in Britain website.

If you'd like more information about Tatty, Helen, and women like them, as well as the Clubmobile service, consider reading the following:

Slinging Doughnuts for the Boys by James H. Madison Battlestars & Doughnuts: World War II Clubmobile Experiences of Mary Metcalfe Rexford War through the Hole of a Donut, by Angela Petesch Goodnight, Irene (fiction) - Although this is a novel, it is based on Luis Alberto Urrea's mother's time as a Clubmobile worker and her personal papers.

[blakelysco-pilot]

WELCOME TO THE CLUBMOBILE

Hi friends! @winniemaywebber and I want to welcome you to The Donut Dollie’s podcast! If you’re over on Instagram, and feel so inclined, please give us a follow. We hope you’ll join us as we dive into the history of Women during Wartime both at home and on the front lines, as well as the military history that surrounds them. We’ll be covering topics from books, films and the different branches of the military that women served in to help pave the way for women today. You’ll also get special guest episodes from us with friends of the pod, as they join us to talk their favorite topics and what makes them tick when it comes to history.

So, The Clubmobile is open folks, and we hope you stop by and join us for coffee and a donut or two!

[ktredshoes]

Kate Winslet's World War II Biopic 'Lee' Sets Fall Release Date

I'm excited for this!

@mercurygray @shoshiwrites

[noneedtoamputate]

The Vault in Our Stars (Band of Brothers Olympics AU) - Chapter Two

Thanks to @mercurygray for letting me borrow Marj and Eileen for this chapter and the wonderful suggestions and editing help (any mistakes are entirely my own) and for @shoshiwrites for always seeming to like my favorite parts of things I write. Enjoy! And here's a link to Chapter One if you missed it.

Wednesday, July 24, 2024

Four days before Opening Ceremony

Breakfast tray in hand, Carwood found a table in a quiet corner of the cafeteria. He took a much-needed sip of coffee and enjoyed the silence. The team had been eating their meals together since arriving in Paris. But Dick had an early interview this morning, George and Tab decided to sleep in, and Harry was nowhere to be found, meaning he was probably with Kitty. 

The tension between the guys had lessened after Dick returned to the room last night, but the words from earlier in the day still echoed among the group. Carwood hated conflict, and the stress he felt between his teammates wasn’t helping his concentration. He looked forward to a quiet breakfast, without George cracking jokes or Tab talking about their next TikTok video or Dick being judgmental about what was on his plate. 

“Mind if I sit here?”

He looked up and saw a tall woman - well, taller than him, anyways - with honey-colored hair styled in a wavy bob wearing the warmups issued to the American athletes. 

He nodded and smiled, trying to look polite despite feeling slightly disappointed at the thought of having to make small talk with a stranger. He really did want to meet fellow athletes, but he wouldn’t have minded waiting until after some caffeine kicked in.

“Marjorie Gordon, rugby,” she introduced herself while placing her napkin on her lap. “But call me Marj.”

“Carwood Lipton, gymnastics,” he replied. 

“Oh, the other NixWorks team! Blanche Nixon started sponsoring us last year. She’s done so much for us,” she said before digging into her oatmeal. 

“Yeah, Lew’s been great for us, too,” Carwood agreed. He was still getting to know their corporate sponsor. Calling him by his first name felt strange but calling him Mr. Nixon felt even stranger. Lew wasn't much older than Dick, and Lew himself had already made all the jokes about the name Nixon. He’d forgotten there was a sister.

“I don’t think it hurts that Blanche has a thing for our captain, Connie.” Carwood’s eyebrows raised at Marj’s admission, but he said nothing. “Connie’s too focused to even notice, but maybe she’ll realize after the games are over.”

He tried to think of something to say, but she beat him to it. “When does your competition start?” 

“Two days after the opening ceremonies. How about you?”

“We’ve already started pool play,” she said, like this would mean something to him. He nodded and tried to look like he knew what that meant. “We had a match yesterday, and we have another one tonight.”

“Did you win?” he asked as he cut into an egg. 

“Of course!” she said, assuredly. “We’re here to put USA women’s rugby on the map.” She took another bite of her oatmeal and seemed to study him for a moment. “So, are you an all-rounder or a specialist, and what’s your favorite apparatus?” She smiled at his confusion. “I studied sports medicine in college - did a whole internship with our gymnastics team. I couldn’t do any of it but it’s beautiful to watch.”

The way she said beautiful made him nervous for a moment. Carwood explained that, yes, he was an all-arounder, meaning he competed in all six events, but pommel horse was his favorite. 

She gasped. “I love pommel! The physics of it all amazes me,” she explained. 

“Don’t tell me, physics was your second major.” He couldn’t help himself. The joke just tumbled out.

She grinned. “No, but maybe it should have been. At the end of the day, rugby’s all about forces and objects.”

“I’m studying engineering,” he said.

And their conversation took off after that. Marj didn’t let up with the questions, and she learned where he was from (West Virginia), what he thought about his team (“they’re great guys, but they can be …a lot”), what he liked to read (military history, especially World War II), and she didn’t get weird when he mentioned his dad died in a car accident when he was ten. 

“Did the network ask you about that when they interviewed you for your profile piece?” It was no secret that viewers loved human interest angles, and stories of perseverance over loss resonated the most, even with people who didn’t care about sports.

He signed. “They almost had me convinced I wouldn’t have made the team if he was still here. And they kept asking me if I thought he was looking down on me and smiling. I don’t know, it’s just not something I think about …”

“Or something you want to share with strangers and a camera in your face?” Marj finished for him

“Exactly.” He looked at her for a moment. “Are you always this nice?”

She grinned like this was part of a longstanding joke.  “I’m from Minnesota. It’s in the water.”

He laughed - actually laughed, out loud - and then felt self-conscious about it. “So, what did they ask you during your interview?” he asked, sticking his fork into a piece of cantaloupe. 

“Oh, the usual. Tall girl, tomboy, loved sports. Never felt like she fit in until she found rugby and became part of this team.” She rolled her eyes. “I might have felt like that for two weeks at thirteen, when everyone felt awkward. But I played hockey and softball growing up and always felt like I belonged.” 

Carwood noticed the way her eyes twinkled when she smiled. 

“I’d wanted to go to U of M since I was little, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to play hockey there. The competition is just too good. But a girl on my floor told me about the rugby team and the rest is history.” She took a sip of orange juice and sighed. “It’s too bad they did the interview a few months ago. If they had interviewed me at the beginning of this month, they would have had a real story.”

“Why, what happened?” he asked.

“My boyfriend dumped me after five years.” She said this with the extreme calm of a woman who’d already made peace with it. “Said he was tired of me putting rugby before him and our plans, which wasn’t true. But here we are.” She shrugged her shoulders. “What can you do?”

“He dumped you three weeks before the games?” Carwood asked incredulously. He didn’t realize he could be so angry at someone he never met, whose name he didn’t even know. 

“Allen was the star quarterback in high school,” she explained. “He played in college, too, but never good enough to go pro. Which was fine for him, because he always had this plan of going back home, getting a teaching job, getting married, having kids right away, and coaching the little league team. I don’t think he liked it when my plans made a detour and when the spotlight was on me for a bit.”

“A detour to the Olympics.”  Carwood couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Marj shrugged. “Allen sounds like an asshole,” he said, loud enough so that athletes at the table across from them turned their heads. Sorry, he mouthed their way. 

He turned back to Marj. “I’d be proud as hell to have a girlfriend in the Olympics.” He realized how that might have sounded while he was staring at her across a table sharing life stories and took a quick tactical detour “My teammate, Harry, has been with Kitty Grogan for years, and he loves it when people call him Mr. Grogan. He’s even said he’ll change his name to hers when they get married.” He was rambling now, and he needed to find an exit. “A real partner doesn’t make you change who you are.”

“Thanks. He really is an asshole,” she agreed, speaking softer than Carwood.

For a while neither of them spoke. “What did you do after that?” he asked. He couldn’t imagine going through that kind of emotional turmoil in the middle of training for the most important competition of your life.

“Well, I went out with my team and got really drunk. I mean, really drunk. I woke up the next morning and felt like a truck had run me over. I looked in the mirror, and all I could see was my hair. He loved talking about my hair. So, I cut it.”

“You cut your own hair?” Carwood asked. He had enough memories of his mother discussing haircuts with his sisters to know this was a big deal.

Marj, however, did not seem bothered by this. “Hacked it off, really. And then Doris - she’s my best friend on the team - came over to my apartment to check in on me. She took one look, gasped, called her stylist, and asked if he could work a miracle.” She patted her hair. “And now I get to wear cute headbands and start trends for short hair.”

“I really like it. It suits you,” Carwood shared. 

“It does. A new me.” She looked down at the remains of her oatmeal like she was deciding something. “You should come to the match tonight. Bring your guys. It’ll be fun.”

“Um …” he trailed off. Athletes didn’t get automatic admission to other events, and even when tickets were available, they were often expensive.

“There are free tickets available for the qualifying rounds,” Marj added, recognizing his hesitance. “Just ask for them at the USA hospitality desk. Or Blanche should have extra tickets, too.”

Breakfast seemed to be coming to an end - Carwood was finished with his eggs. But there was still something else on Marj’s breakfast tray - one of the chocolate croissants George had been going on about all week. “What about your game later?” he asked, thinking about what Dick would say about the importance of breakfast before a competition.

“One pastry’s not going to kill me. And if it did, I’m in the wrong sport.” She picked up her pain au chocolat, examined it, took one bite, and let out a moan. This might be the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.”

He cleared his throat, trying not to think of other connotations of that statement. “My teammate, George, loves them, too. He’s interviewing Team USA about them for his TikTok, if you’re interested.”

“Well, now he has to come! We can meet up afterwards and he can do the whole team. The girls eat them any chance we get. Are you on Insta? WhatsApp?” He nodded.

“My username is scrumptiousmarj. A scrum is a pack of players in rugby,” she explained, noticing the look on his confused face.

“I’ll look you up,” he promised.

“Great. See you later, Lip!” she said as she walked off.

Lip. No one had ever called him that before. 

He liked it. 

-

Thursday, July 24, 2024

Three days before Opening Ceremony

 Lew saw Blanche sitting on the table outside the café, looking at her phone and smoking a cigarette. She wore a pair of oversized sunglasses in an attempt to hide her bloodshot eyes. Her jet-black hair looked uncombed, and her maxi dress needed the help of an iron. Well, as long as she’s having fun. He certainly wasn’t in a position to lecture anyone about appearances.

She stood up to greet him. “Mon frère,” she said, kissing his right cheek and then his left.

“Did you ever make it back to Grandmère’s last night?” His Grandmother Ryer kept an apartment in the 7th arrondissement, arguably the best neighborhood in Paris, just in case she - or other family members - happened to be in town. It was a handy landing pad for continental tours, trips to Cannes, or - in this one very particular instance - avoiding the absolutely insane price of hotel rooms during the largest sporting event of the year.

She shook her head. “I was with the girls after the match,” she said, referring to the rugby team. “And then I met up with some friends to catch up.”

“That must have been some catch up,” he said. 

“I’ll nap later.” She waved her hand holding the cigarette. “This bothering you?” she asked, in a way that clearly said she didn’t care if it did.

“No,” he lied. Lew hadn’t smoked in four months. Everyone said it would get easier.

Everyone was a liar. 

“You know you can have one. It’s Paris. It doesn’t count,” she reasoned.

“I’m pretty sure it does,” he said, as a server walked over to take his order. 

“How’s your team doing?” Blanche asked while looking back down at her screen. “I saw some of them yesterday.”

He held in a laugh. His team, like he did anything except throw money towards a group of guys who could really use it. Throwing money at a problem - a Nixon family trait. NixWorks had started these sponsorships as a way to burnish up the company image - supporting serious, deserving athletes to replace the overriding image of his father’s multiple marriages, drunk driving charges, and poor skills with the press. And it was almost working. 

How is my team? he thought. His talk with Dick the other day went as he hoped, and the team captain seemed a bit more relaxed when he saw him yesterday. The guys had a good practice, and Dick seemed okay with the guys going to the women’s rugby match, especially when Carwood explained matches were only fourteen minutes long. Come to think of it, Carwood had dropped a lot of rugby knowledge yesterday. Lew didn’t know he was such a fan. George had gained some more TikTok followers with his pastry posts, and people were talking about the team more on social media. 

“Good,” he said simply. “But I think they’re getting anxious for the competition to start.”

Lew’s cappuccino arrived, and the siblings started sharing tech industry insider scoops and family gossip when a passerby caught Lew’s eyes.

It was easy to spot Americans in Paris. They were always louder than anyone else, for one thing. But they didn’t have that, well, je ne sais quoi. They looked a bit sloppier, walked with a little less confidence. 

But not this woman. She looked smart in her black wide-legged trousers and fitted striped shirt. Her minimal makeup was expertly applied, and Lew had dated enough women to know that her messy bun took time to style just right.

No, this woman wouldn’t be mistaken for an American. The only reason he knew she was from back home was because of an unfortunate encounter and he hoped she wouldn’t recognize -

“Eileen!” Blanche shouted out. The woman turned, smiling and waving in recognition of his sister. She walked back towards their table.

Speaking of loud Americans, he thought, shooting a look at his sister as the rest of the cafe side-eyed her shout over their breakfast pastries.

“Join us!” Blanche invited, pointing to the extra chair. 

Eileen set her Louis Vuitton clutch on the table and looked at Blanche. “Could I bum a cigarette?” she asked.

Blanche handed one to Eileen and lit it for her. “I didn’t know you smoked,” Blanche said.

“I don’t. But it’s Paris,” Eileen said, as if that explained everything. Blanche smiled and looked over at Lew.

“That’s. Not. How. It. Works,” he said back, no longer hiding his aggravation. 

Blanche ignored her brother’s tone. “Eileen, I don’t know if you’ve had the pleasure of meeting my charming brother, Lewis. Lew, this is Eileen Hammond. Is your title influencer now, or are you going for something different?”

Eileen waved a hand lazily in the air. “Model, influencer, brand ambassador, host - take your pick.”

“She runs a travel blog and channel called Eileen Over the World. It’s what, nine hundred thousand followers now? A million? Are you filming an episode here or just here for pleasure?”

Eileen took a long drag and blew the smoke out a little too close to Lew’s face for it to be an accident. “Work mainly, but I’m trying to schedule some down time here and there. And actually,” - she looked directly at Lew - “your brother and I have already met.”

Lew silently groaned. Well, damn.

“Oh really? Do tell,” Blanche urged Eileen on.

The woman leaned back in her chair, cigarette in hand and impossibly good looking for it. “It was two years ago. I’m at some boring party in L.A., wondering if it’s too early to leave, when a man with a very nice smile and extraordinary eyebrows walks up to me. We chat about Hollywood, about modeling jobs, about influencing, about whiskey, which he knows a great deal about. Anyway, he’s very witty, and not just in the Hollywood way, and I am just about to give him my number - which I rarely do - when who walks up but his girlfriend.”

“Oh Lew,” Blanche said, sounding a bit disappointed but not surprised. She turned her attention back to Eileen. “Was it Kathy?” she asked.

Eileen shrugged. “I don’t know. She didn’t offer a name. What does Kathy look like?”

“Tall. Tan. Big boobs.”

She shook her head. “No, this one was blonde and petite with a pixie cut and a rather posh English accent.”

“Oh, Irene.” Blanche was making a face. Blanche never had a problem sharing her opinions about Lew’s love life. Kathy had been known to have something of a temper, but Irene had been absolutely territorial when it came to Lew.

“I’m right here,” Lew reminded them, not appreciating the round down of girlfriends past, but they ignored him.

“Maybe he confused the both of you. Eileen. Irene. They sound a bit alike.” She laughed at her little dig.

Eileen shrugged. “Anyway, I didn’t even know his whole name until the pictures of her shouting at him afterwards were all over some gossip site. To be honest, I was a little surprised he didn’t lead with ‘owner of a major tech company.’” She stared him down like she was expecting him to deny it. “They usually do.” 

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“Excuse me? What did you just say?” Blanche asked, needing confirmation that her brother had just apologized for something he did.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, ignoring his sister and looking directly at Eileen. “It was a terrible thing to do. Yes, Irene and I were just about to break up, but we hadn’t yet, and I shouldn’t have done that to her, and I shouldn’t have done that to you.” It was a weird point in my life, and I’ve figured a few things out since then - like not getting involved with someone immediately after a breakup, or when substances are involved, and not starting something until you’ve finished what you’re in the middle of. 

“Aren’t you going to say something?” he asked Eileen. It wasn’t everyday he admitted a mistake. The least she could do was acknowledge it. 

She stared at him and crossed her arms. "I'm not sure what to say - is this one of the famous Nixon public apologies?"  

Lew's face burned. His father’s apologies were the stuff of legend - delivered often at the point of a sword - or a lawsuit - and usually about as hollow as they came. 

He heard Blanche let out a small gasp. 

Lew felt his body tense up, and his heart rate increased. He wanted to make the feeling go away as fast as possible. He wanted a cigarette, a whiskey, a shouting match with the woman across from him who had caused all of this.

Instead, he took a deep breath, held it for four seconds, and exhaled for six. 

“I am nothing - nothing - like my father,” he finally said.

He stood up, took his wallet out of his jeans pocket, and threw one hundred euros down on the table without a second thought.

“Coffees are on me. Enjoy your day, ladies.” 

He walked away, not knowing where he was going, only that wherever it was, he wouldn’t have to see Eileen’s face.

[giiiinabaker]

https://www.instagram.com/p/C__SGEAAJaW/?igsh=Y3FlOWxqODJ2eG05

[ktredshoes]

@mercurygray Eileen Hammond vibes!

September 8, 1942 — "HEDY LAMARR SPURS WAR BOND SALE! The glamorous star makes personal appearance before thousands of admiring fans in Newark, New Jersey, as drive, slated for the entire country, goes into high gear."

[sixofclovers]

a mid winter ball

[stinkymicrowavedfish]

Workout day with the dads!!!!11!!1

[mercurygray]

Hey tumblr fam!

On March 1st, the National World War Two Museum in New Orleans is doing a one-day conference on Women in World War Two in honor of Women's History Month. And as with most of their conferences, you can attend online for free!

They've got a really great lineup of speakers this year, and they're also going to be talking about their new exhibit, "Our War Too: Women in Service." I also happen to know that one of the women who consulted on Tyler Perry's upcoming film about the 6888th Postal Battalion is speaking!

This is a really big deal. I have several friends who are historians and museum professionals who've been to the NWWII, and they've said that while it is a beautiful museum, it is very much telling a white, male-centered story. The new exhibit they are opening is a first for them, and it needs to succeed in order for them to do more like it.

If you find yourself with some free time on March 1, please consider signing up and tuning in to the livestream. Attendance at programs like these, even digital attendance, helps show museum executives that people care about these topics and want to see more of them.

[ktredshoes]

@mercurygray tell me that's not post-war Joan Warren vibes!

Janet Randy by Clifford Coffin 1952

[blakelysco-pilot]

Want to give a big, huge, thank you to @bastet55 // @lestweforget5 for providing me with the resource to suss out this particular wwii item. Thanks to them, I was able to narrow down the month & year of the LIFE Magazine photos and article, and then find physical copies.

My friend, I cannot thank you enough, I am certainly going to treasure this💗

Date of Publication: February 28, 1944 LIFE Magazine

Cover: Ella Raines

Pages 110-111: LIFE Visits Red Cross Girls in England

Featured is the ARC Clubmobile North Dakota, which Katherine ‘Tatty’ Spaatz served on during her time in the Red Cross during the war.

[artofalyksandr]

Continuing my streak of drawing Jacob Drawfee characters

[millidew]

rip lucy and mina you would’ve loved farcille. rip marcille you would’ve loved westenray (falin lost interest and fell asleep before finishing the book)

[ktredshoes]

@mercurygray hey, look!

Ronnie the Bren Gun Girl, Veronica Foster. "Before Rosie the Riveter, there was Ronnie the Bren Gun Girl.

Veronica Foster was just 19 when she began working in the John Inglis and Company factory in Toronto’s Liberty Village — now home of the JAZZ.FM91 studios — during the Second World War. The plant was making heavy appliances and machinery until the war prompted the company to shift its operations to manufacturing Bren light machine guns for the British and Canadian militaries." Story here.

[triglycercule]

wahhh wahhh triglycercule post more NON jk fashion au related content i whisper as i post this. double post today because i genuinely love jk!dream and also if i dont post the dreamtale twins together i will actually die! you might consider her crazy way of somehow getting into trouble a form of bad luck but i see it as more of a being too pure for the world meeting a world that's not all that great. jk!dream lives up to her name she is a idyllic dream

valedictorian. practically a million extra curriculars. she can sing she can dance she can cook she can do advanced math she can fix a car jk!dream is everything jk!nightmare isn't (a loser). the types of trouble she gets into though aren't manmade (like some guy trying to rob her) but instead are naturally occurring. like one day the dreamtale household washing machine explodes because dream used it and coincidentally it was because it was faulty or something like that. really really crazy coincidences

nightmare is a fighting force in keeping her little sister alive i swear to god. she has to monitor dream a lot and when she can't she gets one of the mtt to do it for her. because if she doesn't there is bound to be something that hurts her. and because jk!nightmare is an absolute fucking loser who's stupid she came up with the genius idea of roleplaying a bigger issue than the one that dream's about to encounter (because then she gets to keep her safe and also feed into her pretend villian persona). like for example with the washing machine thing earlier nightmare would probably distract dream with some sort of evil monologue and then put her own load in the washer before she could. that way it won't FUCKING EXPLODE (comments from currently existing jk fashion au sanses :3)

"ah, my younger kin, dream. quite an enigma she is. on one hand, she's the epitome of perfection. even i can admit that, for she's loved by our school, family, and i. but of course, like all aside from i, she has her faults."

"for example, last week, our bloodline was strolling around the kingdom on the search for a new mirror of truth, as the one in our castle bathhouse had shattered. how did that happen? uh, i might've maybe... i shall maintain secrecy."

"returning to the point, dearest dream had almost lost herself in the shopping district, claiming she had seen a lost puppy in a mirror that she wanted to help. a chivalrous reason indeed, but my, dream can be quite... foolish sometimes. nevertheless, blood is thicker than water, and our bond has never been closer."

they still love eachother in this universe because there was no corruption thing. also nightmare's bullies were just other elementary school kids in this au so it wasn't like fully grown adults vs a 6 year old at least. she's recovered from it (somewhat) and doesn't blame dream. dream's too perfect for anybody to hate her. dream supports nightmare's delusion and nightmare keeps her alive. equivalent exchange (dream has no idea nm is doing this. ok now the mtt‼️

"oh. my. god. dream? like, dream dream? she's literally my idol, i love her so much! i'm the 7th member of her fanclub out of like, the entire school, which is like 300-ish students! she's cute, and pretty, and she gets this a lot, but her voice is literally like an angel's~ i've never heard what a hymn sounds like, but it probably sounds like dream's voice. and no matter how much i search up online, i can never find any dirt on her too! she's got a perfect online footprint! huh? why was i searching dream up? eh... haha... let's move on~"

"dream? she's really cool. there's a reason she's part of the star students at this school, along with swap and ink. nobody really knows what it takes for someone to become a "star student" though. none of the students know, none of the teachers either. apparently it's a title given to a student specifically from the principal? still, dream probably deserves it though. she's good enough to win a nobel prize. one day she's gonna cure cancer or something."

"oh, dream? that girl with the angel halo crown thing? yeah, i know her. she volunteers at the dog park i bring my dog to, the bakery i go to get snacks, the local art museum, the ice cream shop during summers, nightmare's gang, the... car dealership? wait, hold on. how many volunteer opportunities is this girl doing? is she not getting paid? that has to be illegal. or at least some form of monster rights violation..."

both of the jk!au dreamtale twins are soooo silly i love them. the more and more i elaborate on jk fashion au the more i realize that this is just turning into sans aus but anime tropes but its okay i like it its funny. jk fashion au was always meant to be silly and slice of life and fluffy anyways. anyways i love her i'm literally her number one fan. i mean i AM the principal of this school aftersll,,,,,, this really was our,,, jk fahsion au. says dream at the end of the au (there is no end because this au has no lore what am i talking about

[thenamesblurrito]

meme by @gladiolusly gotten from this cool blog

what to do when u have too little creative juice to make anything of actual substance for ur AU but cant stop rotating the blorbos in ur mind? browse character/relationship meme templates until one strikes ur fancy and simply doodle while feeling like ur accomplishing something