#shhh just ignore that i forgot to add her eyebrows

[askpeachypikachu]

Alola there Peachy! I just wanted to return the favor of those cookies you gave me! Have you ever tried Alolan pokebeans? My human grows them in the backyard, and Brutus takes care of them when She's away. I try my hardest, but I don't have a green thumb.. just spooky ones! *he lightly chuckled before presenting a basket of pokebean cookies* there's enough for all of the girls here too!

Peachy: “Actually, no I havent! 

Peachy: “I´ve mainly used berries since those are the easies for us to find. Pokebeans arent really something we find so often, they are pretty rare around this place.” Sniffing the air, the aroma from the cookies made its way to the fellow Pikachu once the other presented the basket full of Pokebean Cookies in many rich colors, her eyes sparked a little

Peachy: “O-Oh my! You´re a real sweetheart” She tilted her head a little, giving the other a gentle smile. Her eyes moving to the basket once more, the aroma from them were something she havent smelt before

Peachy: “They smell delicious!” The Pikachu reached out one paw to grab one of the cookies, an orange pokebean cookie. Taking her first nibble of the cookie, her cheeks grew redder

Peachy: “Oh wow, they taste, so good!♥”

Peachy: “I have to let the others girls have some of these, they love them for sure! I am sure it will make their month! Pokebeans are so rare that when we do find them, its very hard to share it with everyone. Thank you Tama! Thank you so much!”

@ask-the-therapy-gengar

[mikaa-mina]

At Garden’s Edge- Ch 6. Sweet Discoveries

It's still Thursday somewhere. Right?? Right. Beta'd by the fantastic Tarek_giverofcookies

Content Warning: This scene takes place in a hospital, but it's more about the visit than anything hospital related or injury related. There's no described injuries, illnesses, or medical equipment. If you're still unsure, shoot me a message or ask a friend to take a read through. :)

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At Garden’s Edge

Chapter 6- Sweet Discoveries

After swearing him to secrecy, grabbing two bakery-laden bags, and driving two towns over, the very last place Aziraphale expected Crowley to take him was the Brugmansia hospital.

“Crowley, what-”

“Shhh, it’s a surprise.”

Well it certainly wasn’t anything Aziraphale could have predicted so he supposed it was that.

Crowley strolled on in like he owned the place, hips swaggering all over like he forgot they were supposed to be attached to his spine. The receptionist looked up, did a double take and then sighed heavily, theatrically.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the infamous Crowley. And using the front door this time? That’s new.”

“Sugar-Cookie girl!” he greeted, grinning wider when her eyebrows pinched down in a frown, “just showing my friend around so I thought I’d use the front door for novelty’s sake.”

Her eyes flicked over to Aziraphale who, himself, was struggling to glance between her and give Crowley his best scandalized look. They couldn’t possibly be implying that Crowley snuck into the hospital in all manners of ways, could they? Her eyes caught his finally and she gave a wink, lips quirking up ever so slightly before she flattened them out again when she looked at Crowley.

“How.... very regulation abiding of you.”

“That’s me!”

“Uh huh. And you remember the regulation about no outside food or drinks being permitted?” Her eyes blatantly stared at Crowley’s arms laden down with two large bags of pastries. Two large bags of pastries with the cafe’s logo emblazoned across the front of the bags.

Unrepentantly, and to Aziraphale’s mounting horror, Crowley grinned and cheerfully said “Yup! Sure do. No outside food or drinks. Yup. Remembered that one.”

Finally her veneer cracked and Aziraphale, to his great relief, saw a small slip of a smile break through before she rolled her eyes. “Oh, alright, since you did us the honor of coming in through the front door today I guess I’ll let that slide.” She motioned for Aziraphale to come over and asked for his ID and to stand for the picture, “hope you can handle that one, Crowley’s a right handful.”

“Oi! Excuse you, I’m two handfulls!”

Sugar Cookie girl managed to turn her head away from Crowley before the smile broke out in full. She pressed the back of her hand against her mouth for a moment before being able to shake off the need to laugh. She faced Aziraphale and deadpanned, “see what I mean?”

A quietly amused smile, “I do, and I shall.”

She gave him a smile, ignoring the ranting Crowley, and keyed in the last of Aziraphale’s information. “Pronouns for the badge?”

Aziraphale blinked, “oh, he/him I suppose.”

She looked up at his uncertain tone, “don’t have to add any if you don’t want.”

“Oh, no, it’s quite alright. Just wasn’t expecting it I suppose.”

She shrugged, typed it in, printed his sticker badge and slid it over to him. She glanced at Crowley, “pronouns?”

“Ehhh, he/him today’s fine.”

Two things were obvious as Crowley skillfully led them back through the winding halls of the hospital. 1. This hospital clearly specialized in pediatrics if the way the walls were covered with bright colors, crayon drawings, and cartoony bulletin borders like what you’d find in a grade school class room. 2. Crowley obviously visited enough that he knew his way around confidently and that he had a reputation for sneaking? In? Goodness.

They rounded a corner that led to what looked like a recreational room from their view down the hall. It had large windows displaying a small tv, some various toys, puppets, and a small crowd of kids. All of whom, upon the door opening, looked up and beamed.

Choruses of “Crow Crow!”, “Miss Crow!”, and “Mister Crow!” sounded off as some of the kids picked themselves up to run at him.

Crowley gave one of those rare laughs, and dodged the grappling attempts on his legs by weaving and swaying his way into the room. “Oi! Let me in you buggers, or no sweets!”

And it should have been scolding but it wasn’t, the kids giggled, gave him barely enough room to make it over to the other kids that hadn’t wanted to move, and the smile on his face about knocked Aziraphale off his feet. It was soft, and sweet, and wide, and absolutely genuine.

There’s a whirlwind of introductions, and Aziraphale promptly forgets half of the kids names while mixing up the half that he does remember, sweets are handed out, and there are pleas for Crow Crow to join them in playacting.

They do like Aziraphale well enough, more so he believes because Crowley likes him, and he must not be keeping his surprise and amusement off his face well enough because at one point Crowley elbows him in the side and teases, “oi, what’s that look for?”

He can’t help it. Aziraphale slides right into fond without meaning to and says, “I just think it’s rather sweet.”

Crowley’s face twists a bit at that, his mouth opens to object, but then a kid tugs on his arm and tells him the evil wizard is supposed to show up now so come on. Immediately he nods, already being pulled to his feet by the strength of a determined kid, turns his head, narrows his eyes and says “not one word.”

Aziraphale, saying not one word, just beams at him instead, smile wide and eyes dancing.

Crowley tries to frown at him as he’s dragged away, but the corners of his mouth keep twitching upwards like he’s trying to swallow back a laugh.

It’s later, after the kids have been mostly worn out and the sugar high has crashed, that Aziraphale asks about the different names.

“Oh. Well, I’m genderfluid so sometimes when I visit I’m presenting more feminine and sometimes  I’m more masculine presenting. Some of the kids met me first when I was presenting one way or the other and came up with different nicknames. I don’t really mind, I think it’s kinda endearing. Don’t tell anyone I said that! But yeah.”

An oh, that made some other things make sense. Like how Crowley often wore a mismash of masculine and feminine styles of outfits. Or how some of his clothing seemed to be tailored sharper, and others less so. “Thanks for telling me.”

“Sss not like it’s a secret.” But Crowley was looking away, picking at a snagged thread on his skinny jeans.

“Yes, but still.” Could he have been nervous about how Aziraphale would react? It seemed strange to think of him caring what other people thought of him. Normally Crowley came off as uncaring of what others thought, loudly and proudly himself.

Hesitantly, just to comfort Crowley he told himself, he settled a hand gently over the one picking at his jeans. “I really do like this nail polish of yours dear.”

Crowley’s head whipped around to his, face pinking, eyebrows high above his glasses, mouth slightly agape as he stammered.

Feeling a bit mischievous, he picked up Crowley’s hand, careful to be loose enough that Crowley could pull away if he wanted, and tilted his hand from side to side, watching the nail polish shimmer. “It does such beautiful things in the light. However did you do it?”

“Ngk- guh- uh- it’s- it’s the nail polish. Comes like that.”

“Does it?” Aziraphale mused, shifting Crowley’s hand again before glancing back at his pink face and smiling. “Well, it looks wonderful on you.”

“Mngrk.”

“Pardon?”

“Nngh, thanks I mean.”

“You’re welcome dear,” Aziraphale blinked at the feeling of a small hand on his trousers and looked over at the kid who grabbed it. “Yes dear?”

“C’n you play make believe with us and be the wizard?”

“Well, I’m not very good at pretending, but I can do magic.”

At that a chorus of excited calls for ‘magic! Magic!’ sounded off with a renewed tugging at his pants and he turned to give one of those, ‘so sorry but duty calls’ smiles and found Crowley already stifling a smile and waving him off.

So off he went!

He started with small stuff, after all, he didn’t have all his supplies with him so he’d have to make do with what he had. So many coins behind ears, a borrowed scarf appearing from his sleeve, disappearing stuffed animal bunnies. The kids seemed amused, even if the older kids seemed amused in a different way than the younger ones. He found a deck of playing cards on the bookshelf in the corner and was even able to pull off three of his magic tricks without most of the kids noticing when he fumbled that one time. Or two times.

It’s during the second try of the card trick that he looks up and finds Crowley just staring. Naturally, it’s at that moment that the cards he’s shuffling nearly spray everywhere in an unintended game of 52 Pick Up and he has to scramble to right them without being too obvious. Still, when he glances up the next time, Crowley only has a hand over his mouth and his eyebrows are high up on his forehead like they’re sitting at the crossroads of surprised and amuesment.

Eventually they do have to go. Much to the disappointment of the kids, some of which had only showed up during the magic acts and hadn’t spent as much time with the two of them. (Equally disappointed were the kids who had to leave for appointments while the two of them were still there.)

Crowley promises to come back again while valiantly ignoring Aziraphale’s smile at that, and when pleaded to stay longer says he has to check on some packages that were being delivered today.

So the outing ends, as all outings do eventually, and they part ways after getting a small treat at the bakery for Aziraphale for ‘coming with me and putting up with the brats’.

And Aziraphale feels so light and happy that he only laughs and doesn’t quite manage to chide Crowley on calling them brats when he says it with such fondness anyway.

-

Aziraphale was practically humming under his breath, utterly delighted with the way the evening had gone. The familiar rush he got when preforming married incredibly well with Crowley’s laughs, and goodness if just seeing the way he smiled at those kids wasn’t the most delicious cherry on top.

He slid the key in the lock of his front door, already trying to plan another visit to Crowley. After all, he’d called them friends on several occasions, surely he would be amendable to more visits. And if that wasn’t enough a reason, there were always the sadly departing plants. Which. Speaking of...

Locking the door behind him and shedding his coat on the coat rack, he turned to try and locate his latest plant amongst his book stacks. Instead he found an envelope. On the floor at his feet. Which, made sense given the mail slot in the door, though maybe made less sense knowing he usually retrieved his mail from his box.

It was pristine white cardstock, his name embossed in gold script lettering on the front.

Aziraphale turned and went to the kitchen. He made a cup of tea. He set it on the side table by his favorite armchair. He went to collect a book and instead ended up circling back to the front door, staring down at the envelope.

As envelopes do, it didn’t speak. Audibly at least.

The cardstock of the envelope alone was expensive. It looked, and indeed when picked up, felt almost velvety soft in that way only expensive paper could achieve. The back flap of the envelope was edged in a shimmering gold metallic decorative trim. It was ridiculously ostentatious. Though knowing the sender it was only to be expected. An ego like his...

Aziraphale tossed the envelope onto his desk carelessly, it’s obnoxious pristine white paper a stark contrast to the muted and love worn tones of paper much more aged than it covering the desk.

Settling down in his favorite armchair with his newest acquisition, a second edition print of Pride and Prejudice (1st editions were not for casual reading), he took a sip of his tea, opened the front cover, and began to read.

It is a truth universally acknowledged...

[casseythebee]

“You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me.”  Destiel one shot

Prompt: “You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me.” Summary: After Castiel catches Dean flirting with a, quite frankly gorgeous, girl at a bar he tries to give him the silent treatment, for the first time. Pairing: Dean x Castiel (Destiel) Words: 1.2k-ish Warning: language, mostly fluff, and my shitty writing like usual A/N: I kind of added myself into the story, but with a bit of a name change, whoops. This is a prompt for “Elliana’s 400 Followers Fanciful Fluff Challenge” @thehoneybeecastielfollows hope I win *crosses fingers* 

(this is not my gif) 

Dean whistles walking up to a gorgeous brunette. “Somebody call the cops because it’s got to be illegal to look that good!” he proclaims. 

She lets out an adorable giggle. “Dude this must suck for you!” 

Dean leans onto the bar lifting an eyebrow. “What?” 

“Because if I were looking for someone tonight, that totally would have worked!” 

Dean drops his head so it hangs low in defeat and lets out an overdramatic, yet pretty funny, sigh. “Well, I guess tonight isn’t my lucky night, huh?” He looks up his eyes lighten up. “Can I at least buy you a drink?” 

“Oh, I don’t drink.” She holds up her glass of water. “Designated driver and all.” She shrugs happiness twinkling in her large, blue eyes.

“What’s wrong Cas?” Sam asks. He had just gotten back from the bathroom, Dean was gone, and Castiel was staring daggers at the bar. 

All Sam got as an answer from Cas is a grunt. So Sam tries to investigate by following his line of vision. He is staring at Dean and girl. She is totally Dean’s type, she had long brown hair, large blue eyes, a pair ripped black jeans, and- if he could see right from here- a form-flattering Black Sabbath shirt. “Just go up there, plant a big kiss on his cheek, and put an arm around his shoulders. Stake a claim. Make sure she knows that ‘This is my man and you need to step the fuck off.’” 

Cas goes over there with the intentions to be subtle about ‘staking a claim’ but when he sees her touching his arm, Dean subtly moving in closer, them laughing it up over some private joke, it doesn't really work out the way he wants it to. He lets those blasted human emotions get the best of him. 

“Dean? What are you doing? I thought you were going to get the drinks and come right back,” Castiel demanded, a little more aggressive then he intended it to be. 

Dean looks up not noticing the pure rage in his Angel’s eyes. “Just talking to Athena over here. She is really nice. I think-” 

He was cut off by Castiel throws Dean’s drink in his face. 

“I hope you two are fucking happy together!” Cas exploded before stomping off toward Sam sitting at a table gawking at the whole ordeal. 

“Come on he can get a cab home,” Cas fumed grabbing Baby’s keys and stomping out the door - Sam following close behind not sparing a glance for his brother - and leaving Dean sitting drenched in beer with a dumbfounded look on his face. 

“I uh don’t really know what in the hell that was about,” Dean sputters trying to dry himself off.  

“Hey it’s okay, I overstepped my bounds. It’s clear he likes you, you should go after him,” Athena adds insightfully.  

“I… I guess so. He did take away my only way home though.” Dean chuckles under his breath imagining Sam driving them home with a grumpy little Cas sulking next to him. “I’m just going to call a cab.”

“Son of a bitch!” Cas exploded slamming the passenger seat door. “Just go straight home, no stops!” 

Sam got into the 1967 Chevy Impala and started it without a word to the fuming angel sitting next to him. As soon as the car started Castiel turned the music up as loud as he dared without breaking the speakers. Once again, though Sam hated having loud music playing, he knew how angry Castiel was.

After a few minutes of no talking just blaring music and Cas staring out the window, Castiel finally turned down the music and said, “Look I know I’m overreacting, but I’m just pissed. Your brother is a jackass who makes me melt every time I look at him. And… I just don’t want to have to share him with anyone else. Do you know what I mean?” 

“Yeah, when it came to… to Jess, I could get a little paranoid that she was trying to leave me for other people.” There was a pause as Sam remembered Jess and all the heartbreak that came with it. “I guess growing up in the situation I did, Dean was the only person who would love me no matter what, so when Jess showed me love from a person who wasn’t part of my family it was new. I wasn’t used to it, Dean and I were always together so I had no one else to compare our relationship too. So if we weren’t together thing just felt… odd, I guess.”  

Cas took a few moments to contemplate this before answering, “Yeah, I guess I have no other romantic relationship to compare this to as well. Not many relationships to period. ” 

They spent the rest of the car ride listening to the music in a much quieter manner, each lost in thought about the roller coaster that is their pasts.

Cas’s stomps echoed off of the bunker's walls as he stormed to his room. 

Sighing, Sam realized that he hadn’t eaten anything at the bar and he was quite hungry. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet in the kitchen he pours himself some water and takes a leftover slice of pizza from the fridge, not bothering to heat it up. As he climbs up on the counter he sees Dean rush by holding something brightly colored. 

“Cas! Come on, my Angel Love. Let me in,”  Dean begs rapid-fire banging his fists on their bedroom door. 

Without an answer, Dean defeatedly trudges to the kitchen. “You’ve been in a semi-healthy relationship, right? Tell me what to do, please, Sammy I need you.” 

It’s not every day that you see the Dean Winchester begging for help. It’s also not very common that you see Dean with a sad look on his face holding the most colorful bouquet of flowers in one hand and a Kit Kat, Reese’s, and a Snickers in the other. 

“I don’t know man. I’ve never been in a situation like this. Just try him one more time, and if he still won’t budge just go to bed and hope for the best in the morning,” Sam offered. “Sorry man.” Sam halfheartedly pats Dean’s shoulder on the way out. 

The sound of Dean rummaging through the kitchen drawer is the only thing to be heard in the giant lonely bunker. Dean scribbles out a note to put next to the flowers and candy so Cas would see it in the morning. Dean decides to sleep on the couch tonight, despite the fact that there are so many other bedrooms he could have fallen asleep in.

“Pancakes, Sam?” Cas asks a groggy Sam with messy bedhead. 

“Sure,” Sam runs a hand through his hair, instantly smoothing it out, “what about Dean?” 

“I guess I forgot to make him some, oh well. There’s always next time,” Castiel deadpans with an unamused shrug. 

“Ooo! Cas are those your pancakes I smell?” Dean asks with a twinkle. 

“No,” Cas snarled bumping Dean’s shoulder on his way out of the kitchen.

“By the way,” Dean calls out, “You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me.”

With a sigh, Dean looks over to see that the chocolates are moved and the flowers are in a more interactive vase than what Dean chose last night. 

Dean walks into the library of the bunker to see Cas curled up in one of Dean’s flannels reading a book Charlie had recommended, it was Fault In Our Stars. 

Without another word Dean turns on one of the old twenties records turns it down low sits down in the chair opposite of the couch Castiel is sitting at and picks up where he left off in the third Divergent book, also courtesy of Charlie.  

Every few minutes Dean looks up from his book - checking to see if Castiel is still okay with him being there - only see the angel engrossed in his own book.

Eventually, on the next check, Castiel is crying softly.

Padding over Dean asks, “May I sit?” 

With only a sniffle in response, Dean takes it as a yes and plops down, wrapping his arms around his angel. Castiel is now sobbing into the crook of the hunter’s neck. 

“Cancer! Really? Of all things! Look at all he accomplished! Oh, Augustus!” Castiel wails. 

“Shhh, it will be okay.” Dean is stroking the angel’s tousled hair. “It will end soon, my Angel Love.” 

“I love you, Mr. Cutiepie.”

Edited by @justluciferr

[my-chemical-friendzone]

Threes a Crowd: Book v Episode

Hello~! So recently I bought the novelization of Three’s a Crowd, and I just wanted to share some points and quotes that I thought were interesting :D There were also quite a few differences between the show and the book! Nothing big, but at least notable. 

First of all let me just say this book is THIN LMAO. I was maybe expecting a bit more girth, but it didn’t disappoint either way.

*In the beginning of the book there’s actually two or so pages dedicated to introducing the characters, and let me just say that the pictures they have of the 3D models (the same ones you see on the show) are crystal clear! I don’t know, it might just be me, but because the show does use certain textures, it can be hard to see small details on clothing and backgrounds. But the book doesn’t have the textures in the beginning pages and I was just impressed by how clear and smooth everyone looked (I finally saw that YES Pepper doesn’t have a tooth gap LOL). The rest of the images in the book have a sort of Photoshop filter on them, and they’re either from the episode or an edit of character models. Just wanted to mention that, but I digress. 

Jane’s rage: I know that my girl Jane is pretty angry and hotheaded (which I love because bitch me too LOL), but the book really adds to that level of rage in a more specific way. There’s a couple quotes here I really liked:

“Dragon and Gunther fell to the ground in a fit of hysterics. Even Rake started to laugh. But he stopped when he saw Jane’s expression, the one she reserved for naughty children and animals.” /Jane doesn’t like animals it seems? Only Dragon presumably./

“Jane glared at him. ‘It is. How did you know?’” 

“[Dragon] ‘Because you hands are on your hips. And you always put your hands on your hips when you are going to be boring and serious. You get it from your mother.’”

“‘I do not!’ But he was right. Her hands were crunched into fists and planted on her hips. Exactly like her mother.” /Dragon comparing Jane to her mother was--I think--the biggest burn he has ever made LOL. But I think we all knew that Jane was actually very much like her mother in a way./

[Scene after Merchant tricks Jane’s dad to pay more for work he isn’t going to do] ”Watching this horrible man cheat her father made Jane’s blood boil. Sometimes she wished she could break the law rather than uphold it. Just for once she would like to use her big green friend to teach this greedy bog weevil a lesson.” /I found this incredibly interesting! Because Jane is so hellbent on being honorable and just, but she gets angry to the point of wanting to throw all of that out the window and even use Dragon to threaten someone. It’s very human of her, and I like that a lot./

[After Gunther & Magnus discuss using Dragon for their chores] “Watching from her hiding place, Jane bubbled with anger. She could hardly believe it. No, that wasn't true. It was very easy to believe. She had never trusted Gunther.” /It’s funny to me how Jane can kind of not see that Gunther is somewhat hesitant to use Dragon? And he doesn’t really want to, and only does it because his dad persuades him to do it. But Gunther is also not trustworthy in general. But I’ll touch on this later too./

Pepper’s quote: Speaking of Gunther ~ There’s this small quote from Pepper when she’s talking with Jane in the kitchen that I thought was very telling. 

“Gunther needs good friends, Jane. He has a rough time with that father of his.” /OK FIRST OF ALL--MY HOME GIRL. LOOK AT HER LOOKING OUT FOR MY SON IN THIS WAY. MY EMOTIONS. SHAKEN. But no seriously--what? In the book it seems like everyone kind of knows that Gunther is being abused by his father. I know they make a reference to it in the show, but it’s in the very ‘ha ha’ joking kind of way. But the way Pepper says it in context, it sounds like she feels sympathy for Gunther. Which is bizarre because she’s probably one of the characters that’s gotten the fewest words exchanged with him. But I think it goes to show that not only is Pepper a very empathetic character, who’s more insightful than she leads on, but also that Gunther’s problem may be a village known matter. But no one is really doing anything about it (then again, it’s the Middle Ages so it’s not like anyone can or would do anything regarding the matter). Or perhaps they all just assume that Gunther is just overworked by his father, who also happens to be a big douche, but they don’t exactly suspect abuse per-se. They seem to make references to Gunther working a lot, but don’t really go beyond that. It’s very nuanced. Also, GUNTHER NEEDS GOOD FRIENDS./

Magnus & Gunther: I think the most surprising thing about reading the book was seeing how blatant Magnus’ abuse of Gunther was. In the show it’s far more discreet, but in the book Gunther is simply terrified of his dad! Magnus’ tone is also much harsher, not just his quiet, disapproving voice. 

“’Put your back into it, you lazy lump!’ Gunther’s father slammed the side of his wagon with a thick fist.”

“’Father, must all these barrels go today? I have duties at the castle.’

The Merchant scowled at him. ‘Your first duty is to me. Now get on with it!’”

[Gunther to Dragon] “’Go away,’ he whispered. ‘I’m busy. I still have to park the wagon around back and...and...Father will punish me if he finds you here.’” /holy hell/ 

“But Dragon ignored him. He flew over the house and disappeared.

Gunther shrank back as his father turned and fixed his anger on him. 

‘What did I tell you? That overgrown worm is nothing but a thief!’

Gunther began to apologize. But...” 

“Dragon watched him go and nudged Gunther. ‘So, what’s big and sulky and walks like a frog?’

‘Shhh, he can hear you,’ whispered Gunther. ‘Come on, I should go before he finds more jobs for me.’ /FFFFFFFFFFFF. This broke my heart because in the show Gunther actually snickers at the joke and elbows Dragon and I really love that moment but in the book he’s so freakin terrified that he can’t even bring himself to try to laugh!/ 

AND THEN THERE’S THIS LINE

“He [Magnus] slammed the door behind him. Gunther watched Dragon drop out of sight over the castle walls.

‘If only I could fly off like that,’ he thought.”

Gunther & Dragon: Gunther and Dragon are actually a lot meaner to Jane in the book! In the show they were actually NICE I’d say x’D Jane didn’t deserve half of the sass Gunther and Dragon gave her. Tbh Gunther did deserve to have his ass beat by her in the novelization. 

“’Wait for me,’ she yelled, hurrying to catch them. ‘I want to hear your jokes.’ 

Gunther dismissed her with a snort. ‘I doubt it, Jane. That would take a sense of humor, The last time I looked, yours had been stolen by villains.’” /Jane proceeds to make some very bad jokes. I cringed/ 

“‘A royal turd!’ said Jane.

‘Is that it?’ asked Dragon.

Gunther grinned and shook his head sadly.” /icri/

[Gunther to Jane after she threatens to expose him] “’Yes, Jane. What have you come to tell him? Another joke perhaps? A funny one this time? Oh, wait; I know. Tell Dragon the joke about the girl with egg on her face.’” /there’s a lot more of Jane getting wrecked in this book, from the both of them OTL/

Then Janther bants (BECAUSE I JUST HAVE TO): 

“’A poo-doll. Get it Jane?’ Gunther whispered so Sir Theodore wouldn't hear. ‘Oh wait. I forgot. You have no funny bone do you?”

‘I have plenty of bones, Gunther,’ she whispered back at him. ‘And right now all of them are waiting to dance rings around you. Are you ready for a whipping?’ /winks/

‘Now that really is a joke,’ hissed Gunther.”

“‘Is that the best you can do, Jane?’

‘No Gunther. I would never waste my best moves on you. But then I never have to.’“

Jane winning the fight: Jane doesn’t win the fight the way she does in the show. She actually ends up tripping Gunther after she’s got the advantage! Which is so unlike her but also just savage as hell LMAO.

“And with that she advanced, delivering a flurry of steady blows. Gunther was forced backwards, He managed a counter-move, lunging at Jane. But he overreached. Jane saw her chance. She sidestepped. Gunther lost his balance as Jane stuck out a foot to trip him headfirst into the dirt. 

‘Gunther. How can I keep scoring points if you lie around down there?’”

/RIP Gunther. You left the way you came./

Jane’s apology: Since we never actually got to see it in the show, here it is!

[She’s rehearsing it to Jester first] “’Gunther I have behaved badly. And not in the best tradition of the Knight's Code.’ She paused to check on Jester’s reaction. Her friend raised an eyebrow and said nothing. Jane carried on.’So it is with my most sincere apology that I ask for your forgiveness. And for the opportunity to regain your trust and your friendship.’” /Jester proceeds to laugh uncontrollably, thinking it’s a joke. LOL/ 

Dragon’s boulder: I’m not going to quote the whole conversation, but in the show it makes it seem like Dragon is going to drop the boudler on Gunther’s house, and that may kill someone but he doesn’t care. Still it just skirts over that it might kill someone, and he’s really looking to do some home damage, and kind of ruin Gunther’s life. BUT in the book dragon is VERY clear about wanting to kill Gunther. He is deadass like ‘I’m just going to smash him with this rock Jane wtf B)’ LOL. I was shook beyond belief. 

The ending scene: Oh boy so much to say! So in the show, what Dragon does is he kind of advances towards Magnus & Gunther with the boulder in his hand, but he doesn’t throw it, he just makes them stumble backwards and throws the boulder in the water. But in the book he just THROWS THE BOULDER AT THEM BOWLING BALL STYLE. LMAO. He just chucks it right at them. In the show, when Gunther sees Dragon coming towards them, he just moves out of the way and leaves Magnus behind (i laughed way too hard when I saw that), but in the book he SAVES HIS LIFE. HE PUSHES HIM OUT OF THE WAY THEN JUMPS.

HE. DOESN’T. DESERVE. YOU. GUNTHER.

Anyways! OF COURSE Magnus blames the whole thing on Gunther, but Gunther feels a sense of humor and relief, much like in the show, only much cuter. 

“Gunther stood up and grinned at the mess [there was herring everywhere]. ‘Well Father. That was a very good shot for such a stupid beast.’

Still sprawled on his stomach, the Merchant glared up at his son. ‘What is so funny, boy? This has cost us a month’s profit.’

But Gunther couldn’t help himself. The sight of his father on his knees, turning purple with rage, was too much for him. He burst into a fit of giggles and had to clamp a hand over his mouth. Jane and Dragon circled back overhead, and Gunther gave them a small wave. Then he ran off along the wharf before his giggles turned into a hopeless laughing fit.’”

/my sweet son/

Jane then says this: This is the point I wanted to make earlier. 

“‘Poor Gunther,’ said Jane. ‘He is going to have a list of jobs as long as his fahter’s face when this is over.’

‘Good,’ said Dragon. ‘He deserves it.’

‘Maybe. ...’ /I found this completely bizarre? Because on one hand Jane can’t stand Gunther let alone trust him or socialize with him, and then on the other, after knowing he was using Dragon, she feels bad for him? I think this goes back to the fact that everyone kind of knows something’s up with Gunther and his Father, and how Jane knows that whenever Magnus is angry, Gunther is going to be punished for it. So to an extent, Jane doesn’t really understand but to another she kind of does, and she sympathizes with him. Like she can sometimes tell it isn’t just him being that way, its his dad. It’s small moment of nuanced clarity like this that make this book (and the show) so interesting! 

Anyways, that’s all I had to say :D I hope you enjoyed it!