#who is agent otis

[low-quality-odd-squad]

[momoswifee]

The Fall

Pairing: Mina x fem!reader

Synopsis:  "Have you ever gotten everything you ever wanted? No, but I once got very close."

Warnings: Grief, death mention, overworking, depression, alcohol consumption, isolation.

w/c: 2997

A/n: Hi!! I'm sorry for taking so long but yay! final chapter!! I'm so happy I finally finished this, I hope everyone who read all of this has enjoyed it, and thank you all for supporting me on this and for reading it!! I'm sorry if this feels rushed by the end, I really tried to write a good ending but yeah. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

“Mina, you really didn’t have to...” Your father says, smiling at the box she had brought.

“They’re your favourite, I have a shop near my apartment that sells them so it really isn’t that big of a deal…” she dismisses, handing him the expensive box of chocolates. 

“They were her favourite too…” He whispers, smiling at the thought, as he looks down at it. The contrary feeling washes through her. Every time she walks down the street she instinctively looks at it and wishes to go in, to get one of those ridiculously expensive boxes, bring it home and get drunk on your memory. 

Two years had passed, two whole years without you, and she felt like it was yesterday that they took you to the operating room and took you away from her. She had kept her word and had come to your parent's house for dinner occasionally, to remember you, to let them see her as an extension of their kid. 

As soon as she went through the door, a big white ball of fur almost tackled her to the ground. “Hey honey” she says, laughing as Otis excitedly pushes himself onto her, trying to get close. “I missed you too.”

Three months after your passing, Mina had already gone on the press tour, she had already attended the premier, everything to do with her most recent movie was done, and she had nothing to occupy her mind with anymore.

She only had herself, in her big empty apartment to worry about. Otis had been sent to your parents when she started the press tour, she couldn’t take care of him properly. She had never gone to pick him up after.

Once she was home, she could barely get out of bed, she didn’t talk to anyone, she didn’t answer any calls. She just laid there and thought about how you weren’t with her. At one point she did think about going to get Otis back, he was the only thing she had left of you. But as soon as she got in the car, she realized that she hadn’t been good to him, to the only thing you had left behind. If she wasn’t being good to him, she didn’t deserve him. He had gotten older, he was 10 now, and she had met him when he was 3, but he still greeted her the same.

“You’ve been working a lot,” Your mom starts, once they’re all at the table. “Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“I have a pretty good agent,” Mina replies, laughing, trying to show that she is happy with it, that it is something that she’s doing because she knows it’s good for her career. “I’ve been offered pretty good opportunities, I’m just trying to make the best out of it.”

The truth is, she took on the most challenging jobs possible so that she never had to think about you more than she had too. She needed to keep you out because it had been two years and if she heard a sound of a leave being crunched while she was walking she would automatically think that it was you who was coming to her. If she heard someone knock at her door, she would think that it was you who was knocking. Every time she went to the supermarket and decided to buy oranges, she would freeze because it reminded her of your citrus smell, she decided to just not consume oranges again. The mere mention of hockey would almost send her into a spiral. 

She hated that she would spend more time remembering you, than she had spent by your side, so, she focused on everything that had nothing to do with you. She would become another person, she would impersonate the character, she would absorb their essence and forget you. 

After lunch, Mina offered to take Otis on a walk, to go into the town, maybe get some groceries if needed. “Have you been having fun, buddy?” She asks, receiving an almost enthusiastic bark from him. She missed him, but she knew it was for the best.  

She hadn’t been to the town for a while, now usually her parents went to her, they knew she wanted to avoid it. At maximum, she would go to only their house or your parents and then leave. She honestly surprised herself when she offered to take Otis on a walk to town.

Once she had reached the center, what she saw first was your old shop, now turned bakery. She remembered the talk with your parents, how it was just you who was working there, there really was no need to keep it open, it would be best to leave the spot open for another business. 

The little bakery looked good, she got curious. She got closer. Inside were little cakes, cookies of all forms, pastries of all kinds, everything you used to love. A little tug from Otis prompted her to slightly look to her left, and there Jihyo was. She felt her heart stop. She had let her hair grow, her face had more set features, her smile lines still intact. She was laughing with some friends. She looked happy, so she did what she did best, she ran away. 

☾

“So we have a scheduled photoshoot until 4 pm and right after that you’ll be doing that interview because of your most recent nomination…”

Oh yeah, the nomination. Her role had been moving to many, so she had been told, it had been good enough to be considered for one of the biggest awards there were: an Oscar. 

“The driver will be there to pick you up after the shoot, and I’ll meet you at the script read ok?” Her manager, Miyawaki Sakura, an angel sent from heaven, said. 

Sakura, although a bit younger than Mina, had always been there for her, and more recently, had been trying to help her skyrocket her career as well as keep her healthy. After she had heard what had happened with her last manager, the over working, the whole episode where she went to the hospital, all she wanted was for Mina to have a safe and healthy environment at work, while still achieving her career goals. 

While she was being photographed, watched by people she didn’t know, all she could do was pose, blank her mind, just do whatever she was told. While she was being interviewed she did more of the same, answered the questions simply, always showing gratitude, always with her practised smile plastered on her face. 

“So Mina! First, congrats on the nomination!” The interviewer kindly says. “I’m sure this feels like a dream! I’m sure you’re getting closer to everything you’ve ever wanted right?”

She smiled politely and agreed with a nod. She continues to answer the questions with an almost excited tone, with a beaming smile. But in the back of her mind, she only heard a series of “no’s” being said right after the kind woman in front of her had asked if she had got closer to everything she had ever wanted. If she had asked this in the early days of her career, she would’ve said yes and meant it. If this had been asked before you had been taken away from her, she would’ve said yes and meant it. Now she said this half-heartedly, only wishing to go back to when she actually had everything, when she had you. 

☾

“She looked happy…” Mina says, a lingering smile on her face as she dusts off the leaves that had fallen on her. “I know you would be disappointed in me for not going up to her, but what could I possibly say to her after all this time?” 

You don’t answer, obviously, you’re not there. There’s only your gravestone with the flowers Mina had brought with her. Purple Hyacinths. 

“I miss you,” she whispers, picking out the little brown leave that rested on top of the stone. You loved autumn. The colours, the leaves, the nights with the soft rain sounding out. She was glad you had been put beneath such a big tree, that now displayed such fiery colours. 

After almost forgetting his presence, Otis makes himself known by huffing as he lays down his head on Mina’s lap, as he stares at the stone in front of them. 

All of this is way too familiar to Mina, taking Otis to see you had become a common outing, and she wishes it hadn’t. She longed for the days that he would run through the orange and red leaves happily while you held her hand and admired the seasonal sight. She hated having to come here with Otis and watch him slowly walk through those same coloured leaves, almost as if he was dreading having to face your grave, just as she was. 

☾

“Otis give it back!” 

Mina felt strange. She felt warm. The sun was hitting her just right, she felt so good. The breeze was hitting her face gently, the sound of splashing water, the birds above her, the branches of the trees swaying with the light breeze. It was perfect. 

“Well, I guess he just doesn’t want to play catch.”

A voice. Oh and what a sweet voice it was. 

“Hm, I’m sure just needs a little break.” She says, smiling instinctively at the person in front of her. The sun blinding her eyes, just letting her see the silhouette. 

“In the meantime I’ll keep you company” It says, sitting right next to her, offering her a smile. Your smile. 

You’re there. You’re there with her. 

She touches your hand, it’s warm. She can feel the heat travel through her body. 

Her right hand, as if gaining a mind of its own, goes straight to your face and her fingers trace your soft features. 

You look at her in amusement, already used to this kind of behaviour. Your smile is quickly replaced by a frown. “Mina, what’s wrong?”

Only then does she notice that she was crying. She doesn’t know why. Everything was fine. 

“I don’t know” Mina laughs, wiping her tears, leaning in to briefly kiss your soft warm lips. 

Everything was perfect. 

“Want to join me in the water?” You whisper into her lips, her hand at the back of your neck, not letting you get away from her that fast. 

The sun was so comforting against her back. She no longer felt that weird sensation. She was good. 

“I think I should stay here for now…” She whispers. 

“Ok.” You get up, gently taking her hand away from yours. “I’ll be waiting for you.” 

You send her a small, sad, smile as you leave, going in Otis direction. 

Suddenly a big thud is heard and Mina jolts awake in a cold sweat. She notices that the left side of the bed is empty. 

“Yn?” She quietly calls. Maybe you had gone to the bathroom. Before she thinks about getting up, she looks over to your side of the bed, and at your night stand, lay your dusty glasses. 

 She hated these dreams. She never knew they were dreams, it felt like she was back with you again. She couldn’t appreciate those fictitious moments because she never remembered that you were gone when she entered that dream state. 

You never left her head, you were constantly present, but in the past few weeks, you had come to see her more often as soon as she fell asleep. She would not be able to lie and say that she had been more excited lately to follow a more strict sleep schedule, it was, however, torture, waking up and not having you by her side. 

☾

Her throat burned. Every step she took felt like she was going to fall face down on the dirt. The bottle in her hand getting lighter with each step she took.

“I hate you” She spits out as soon as she sees you. “I hate you. I hate that I won one of the most prestigious awards there are and still the only thing I had on my mind was your name.”

Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n

It was all that was going through her head as she delivered her heartfelt speech. 

“Why can’t you just let me go,” she brokenly whispers as she kneels next to you. Her gold coloured dress now stained with dirt. “It feels like you haunt me, I can never live just a day without thinking about you, and it kills me” 

She says this, knowing that she doesn’t let herself move on. She left your shared house, she left your clothes, your precious peach trees behind. She even left Otis. 

She did however bring your glasses and pose them on a night stand next to her bed, she still wears her engagement ring around her neck, she still hasn’t thrown in the trash your little shampoo bottle you kept at her house, nor all your expired skincare products. Every morning she would wake up, gently massage her face with her precious serum while staring at yours. 

“Some days I wish I had never met you,” The burn down her throat now had become familiar. “I wish I hadn’t met you, so I could live a happy life.” 

Right after those words left her mouth she feels tears streaming down her face. It’s all a lie, the best thing that had ever happened to her was you. It wasn’t the stupid award she had just won, it was the life she had envisioned with you. 

Finally, she starts to feel like her knees are burning so she decides to just rest her body on the stone.

“You promished you wouldn’t leave” she slurs out. “I can’t do this without you…” 

Before she can even try to say anything again, she feels someone’s hand on her shoulder. She allows herself to think that it is you. That you had finally come to take her with you. 

“Mina-” 

Momo. 

“Mina, what are you doing here?” The oldest asks, taking in the sight in front of her. Mina resting against your tombstone, her once golden dress now stained with dirt, her make-up completely ruined. 

“I missed her.”

What was she supposed to say? That she came to yell at you to stop haunting her life? That she lied through her teeth when she had told her cousin about how well she was doing, how excited and anxious she was to learn about the award when in truth she couldn’t care less? 

Thankfully, Momo didn’t press for answers, she just took the bottle from her hand and helped her up, promising to take Mina home and helping her get better. 

On her way home, all she wanted to do was to beg Momo to take her back. She just wanted to be with you. 

☾

Momo hadn’t left her side since her escapade to see you. She stayed with her and kept her company, not wanting to see her baby cousin so distraught and alone. While she did appreciate the caring nature of the oldest girl, all she needed was to be alone. She had already asked Sakura if any job offers or any interesting roles had come up. She just wanted to get back to normal. 

She hadn't been sleeping properly, always too afraid of seeing you in her dreams. The stress of not having any work also didn't help, she felt useless. She had already, deep cleaned the house, re-arranged her closet, bought new curtains, and installed them herself. She needed to keep busy.

“Momo you really don’t have to stay here,” She sighs out, already tired of this recurring conversation. 

“I’m not leaving you alone. Mina, no one knew where you were, you just vanished. Sakura called me worried sick!” Momo exclaims. “I’m not trying to suffocate you, I just want to know that you’re alright.”

“And I am,” She says, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. “It was a moment of weakness, I’ve been missing her for a while." She stops. "I’m alright.”

"I-" Momo starts sighing. "You've been trying to keep busy, but have hardly slept. Try to sleep," she says, getting up from her seat. "You must be tired. I have to go to work now, but I'll be back when you wake up alright?"

She thinks about Momo's suggestion after she leaves. The truth is, she doesn't want to sleep. She's just afraid she will see you again in her dreams and not be able to remember and not appreciate her moments with you.

Unfortunately, sleep is stronger than her and she is knocked out before she knows it.

☾

"Are you sure you don't want to get into the water? It's actually pretty nice!"

She remembered everything.

There you were, inside the lake, softly smiling at her, waiting for her response.

She gets up and walks to you. She sits on the pier and lets her feet soak in the water.

It does feel nice.

Your hands go to hold her legs, gently rubbing them.

"I missed you." You whisper as you look up to her.

Her hand goes straight to your face. She can feel your skin. Every bump, every almost-healed acne scar. She can feel you.

"I'm here now." Mina says, looking into your eyes. The eyes she had fallen in love with.

And then she jumps into the water to be with you. All she feels is warmth. She feels your hands holding her waist and pulling her closer. She opens her eyes and sees that you had dipped with her. It reminds her of when you used to kiss her underwater, so she goes and brushes her lips on yours, melting into your touch when you pull her closer to properly feel her lips on yours.

She's happy, and she doesn't even think about ever going up to breathe.

She's with you at last.

[disco-orange]

ODD SQUAD HEADCANONS AAAAHAHAHAHA.

Oona and Oscar are cousins

Every odd squad agent's main partner is their platonic soulmate and it's just kinda perfect through some supernatural means.

Todd and Olive were actually on solidly good terms when Todd got kicked out and the show only showed some of the worst parts to make a point.

Oona, Todd, Oscar, and Otis are autistic. Probably more but I really like these guys specifically.

Olympia, Otto, Olive, Oona, and Todd have ADHD. Again probably many more I just don't wanna list them all.

Otis is a huge fan of grammar and has posters of punctuation marks put up wherever he stays. His favorite is the Oxford comma. He *hates* the tilde because he claims it "looks at him funny."

Otis eats paper. He very adamantly claims "no. It's fine. I digest cellulose perfectly," and no one can figure out if he's actually right or not.

Otis eats cereal with water.

Olympia eats cereal with orange juice!!!! She says she likes the tang.

Both Todd and Otto put the milk before the cereal. Otto doesn't know why he does it, and Todd does it because it optimizes his cereal consumption experience [he is correct.]

Olive only eats dry cereal.

Ms. O/Big O/Oprah snores SUPER loudly.

Otto has superglued his fingers together more than once.

Todd's favorite music genre is classical but specifically the flavor with cannons n shit in the songs. Like "aw yeah I would fight someone to this" classical.

Oona follows Bob Ross tutorials.

Olympia had a phase where she put gems on anything and everything. She still has a pair of glasses from when she put gems on them.

Otis has a hard time with speech and will lose the ability to speak sometimes.

Oona has joint pain in her fingers and can semi-accurately predict whether or not it will precipitate based on said joint pain.

Oona has rats!!!!!!

Todd has always wanted to be a mouse or a really tiny rat. Just for a day. He wants to see what it would be like.

Oscar has re-designed the typing keyboard multiple times.

Oscar Really likes vanilla ice cream. He has a vanilla ice cream-inator that makes anything taste like vanilla ice cream.

Oscar REALLY likes textures.

Olive needs the room to be freezing in order to go to sleep.

Olympia's favorite show would be fraggle rock.

Oona is part squirrel. No one is sure how, none of her relatives are squirrels. It's just her who has squirrel DNA.

Oona has 2 moms.

Orla eats orange peels.

[kemetic-dreams]

Kente comes from the word kenten, which means "basket" in the Asante dialect of the Akan language, referencing its basket-like pattern. In Ghana, the Akan ethnic group also refers to kente as nwentoma, meaning "woven cloth". Ashanti folklore includes a story where weavers invented kente by seeking to replicate the patterns of Anansi the spider.

West African cultures have been weaving textiles for thousands of years. Archaeological evidence for the oldest form of handloom weaving in Southern Ghana has been discovered at Begho and Bono Manso. Spindle whorls and dye holes discovered in these sites have been dated to the 14th–18th centuries. At Wenchi, spindle whorls have been dated to the 16th–17th centuries.

Asante oral tradition give the origins of Kente to an individual from Bonwire who introduced a loom among the Asante from Gyaman during the reign of Nana Oti Akenten in the 17th century. Another oral source states that it was developed indigenously by individuals from Bonwire during the reign of Osei Kofi Tutu I, who were inspired by the web designs of a spider. In the 18th century, Asantehene Opoku Ware I was documented by Danish agents Nog and L.F. Rømer, to have encouraged expansion in craft work. The Asantehene set up a factory during his reign to innovate weaving in the Ashanti Empire. This was the early stages of Kente production. The Danish agents described the operations of the factory as;

Some of his subjects were able to spin cotton, and they wove bands of it, three fingers wide. When twelve long strips were sewn together it became a “Pantjes” or sash. One strip might be white, the other one blue or sometimes the was a red among them...[Asantehene] Opoke [Ware] bought silk taffeta and materials of all colours. The artists unravelled them.

— Nog.

[flowersforvax]

Pacing in my kitchen because the 15% of my brain activity dedicated to thinking about nothing but Marmalade at all times have spiked and I am having thoughts-

!MARMALADE SPOILERS!

This started as a thought on gender expression and the way Baron seems enthralled at times, looking at Marmalade. "You're the woman of my dreams" and I think we all agree that's one of those details in the story that stayed true in a way. But then-

"You're my knight in shining armor, you're the man of my dreams", Marmalade says to Baron and first it feels like an embellishment in the story because sweet anxious Baron doesn't really seem like he could protect anyone - but I believe her that she dreamed of being saved.

"You're the man of my dreams" Marmalade says and it's the kind of thing an FBI agent would expect her to say to manipulate an easy mark.

"You're the man of my dreams, my knight in shining armor", says Marmalade to Baron, says Baron to Otis - in the story he's weaving to the man they chose to bring justice to their foster father. "You're my knight in shining armor", says Baron to the man who would get him out of jail

The details matter even if they show up in different places, just like the crochet on Mama Eda's door. I am CLIMBING the WALLS

[ghoastixx]

I think it was a glitch, but I can see your posts!

I have a Supernatural request of Sam x Reader. The boys find a case, it looks like a clear cut and dry witch case until the suspected witch turns up dead. While investigating the previous suspect’s house, it was clear that this suspect was the witch that did the original killings.

After some continued investigation, they are welcomed into the Reader’s house. Everything about the person seems normal, even with a properly trained dog. All until Cas gets stuck on the carpet (with an Enochian sigil underneath).

Boys find out that Reader is a Witch and a hunter who stays in her state/town.

That was all I had thought of, I don’t know how Sam and Reader fall in love, maybe she saves him? Just not Dean or Cas, as I see the two as soulmates-

Happy writing! Hope you enjoy this random little idea! (I hope I did this right, because this is my first ever ask)

Sam Winchester x female witch!reader

synopsis above

notes: literally so cringe?? I stopped writing this halfway to eat and it threw my entire groove off I'm so sorry if this doesn't live up to expectations.

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"I hate witches. They're all sluts of the devil." Dean grumbled as he adjusted his tie, knocking on the door of a lady's house. They were going to interrogate this girl as she was the neighbor of the witch they thought they were hunting. The one that just turned up dead.

The case was running circles around them. They thought Eleanor Vandine was the witch that had been killing people in the town of Waterfall. The Winchester boys had proof of the matter.. The fact that they showed up to a dead witch and a hex bag was the curve ball. That meant there was another witch in town. That meant that they were back at square one.

A young lady opened the door, she smiled. "Hello..?"

Sam smiled, "Hi, we're with the federal office. We're going around interrogating Mrs.Vandine's neighbors-"

"ms," the lady interrupted,

Sam faltered a bit, "Oh.. yes.. Ms.Vandine." he shook his head,

"This is agent Osbourne, Ziggy, and I'm agent Floyd." The lady tilted her head.

"yeah, sure.. would you guys like to come in? I can put a pot of tea on the stove." That was a nice change.

Castiel, Sam, and Dean followed her inside. They stopped at the sight of a big Saint Bernard.

"Ah- don't worry, he's fully trained and friendly. You can pet him if you want. His name's Otis." She hummed as she went into the kitchen. The men started to walk across the living room.

"Dean.." There was a hushed word from Cas.

"Not now-"

"Dean." Dean turned around. Castiel was standing still in the middle of the living room.

"Cas, we don't have time to stop-"

"I'm stuck." Sam turned around,

"Stuck-"

The lady was leaning against the doorframe. A look of awe on her face. "You're not agents..I should've known with the band names.."

"you're our witch," Sam said, finally glancing around the room. It was painfully obvious, sigils carved in a inconspicuous way around the room, plants.. bones. A stereotype.

They were all sat around the room, the witch was nice enough to ruin her sigil to let Cas out of entrapment. She even made them tea.

"So, you're hunters?"

"So, you sold your soul to some demons?" Dean cut in, Sam elbowed him.

"yes, we're hunters." The witch smiled,

"I didn't sell my soul, I don't do dark magic. Not like Eleanore did. I'm more of a green witch."

"There's different kinds?" Castiel asked, at least he seemed interested. So you explained. You explained why you hurt Eleanore for killing your friends. You came 100% clean.

After long consideration, they left without hurting you. You didn't seem like the evil type, they couldn't see you doing this again. But the threat of them showing back up to kill you always loomed over your head.

Few months went by before they knocked on your door again. They were down for a hunt and figured they could use your help.

So you helped them and then all went out for drinks afterwards.

Dean was talking to the bartender, Cas not caring that he was staring at her ass. Sam sat next to you at the bar.

"What you did back there was really neat, Winchester?"

"Oh yeah?" He smiled a bit, looking down at his drink. "thanks. We've had our run ins with vampires. Know all the tricks.."

"yeah? Well..maybe you should tell me sometime." She hummed, writing her phone-number on a napkin, sliding it over to him. "call me," she grabbed her jacket and walked towards the door.

Dean walked back over to Sam, disappointed in his luck. "What's got you all dopey?" Sam glanced at her walking away.

"nothin-" He couldn't seem to wipe the goofy grin off his face.

[serendertothesquad]

Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "A Dicey Situation" Episode Followup, Part 1

Captain O origins episode! "Totally Odd Squad" Mk. II! Call it what you like, I'm just hoping this is good. After the hell that was "Mission O Possible", I like to be prepared. Almost anything could surpass that, really.

Let's dive in below the break! (Pun unintended.)

...It's another Tasha episode.

I can hear that stupid "oh no" TikTok song playing as I fucking type this. I'm not confident after "The Triangle Sisters". I'm praying to Don't-Fuck-This-Up-God.

Hey. Hey. You guys remember when Otis threw a fit because Rebecca was exploiting Odd Squad for moving services?

This is just as egregious and yet will go entirely undetected. You don't need two pseudo-government agents to pull up Google Maps and punch in the location of the nearest Aldi's, for God sakes.

I see this milk came from the same cow that the Town Baker's milk came from.

I'd go investigate that cow, really.

You guys also remember Otis giving therapy to a plant?

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT THIS IS BUT IT'S MILK. And it's just as amusing here as it was there.

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!"

Thank you, edutainment overlords, for this obligatory healthy eating message.

Asshole cereal box is making up lies for himself, methinks. Dude just tipped over on his own the second his owner picked up the milk pitcher.

hhhhheeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY THIS AIN'T MY SWAMPS 'N GATORS. WHERE'S MY SWAMPS 'N GATORS YOU CHUCKWADS.

...No but seriously what is this game and why does it look like Odd Squad Risk to me.

I remember when there was a brief shot of Oona failing at chess and Oprah telling her that's not how the game is played.

That was fun.

This is fun too, and nice to see, but it doesn't hit the same.

Good segue. Not as good as Oprah calling everyone out on their RPS strategies.

(You will see me make a lot of TOS cracks and references. I will not regret a single one of 'em.)

Hot damn, she can dim the lights with her mind! That's craaaaaaaaaaaazeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

So that would make her ship the Odd Squad Odd Squad.

Instead of Screw Steamer Odd Squad, or Steam Ship Odd Squad, both of which sound much better.

And are actually canon in the franchise.

(No, really. Go listen to the Squadcast. The S.S. Odd Squad is a 100% canon ship.)

Honestly, if you had told me about a year ago that that sailor in that promo picture SSE put out was a chef named Osgood, I'd have laughed at you.

RIP to the days when I thought that sailor was an assistant of Captain O's and not her first mate.

Ohhhh, a wavy flashback effect! Standard in a ton of shows, but Odd Squad has never really employed it as far as I'm aware. Nice to see they're going to effect basics!

Aside from that, wow that is...a tiny ship. Tinier than I was expecting. I was expecting something huge and not...y'know...a little BB thing.

I'm sorry, I just did an entire fuck-ass wheeze at her saying SHE KNEW OSGOOD SINCE NURSERY SCHOOL.

These two ARE FUCKING CHILDHOOD FRIENDS.

Genuinely fucking flabbergasted, because it's rare that we get childhood friends who were main characters in this franchise and joined Odd Squad together. Not even Olive and Otto can attest to that! Or Olympia and Otis!

Best bit in the entire episode so far bar nearly none.

I mean...on the plus side, at least he only has two mouths to feed.

That being said, I will once again raise the issue of there being couch cushions in a ship like that.

...Goldfish.

Huge-ass Goldfish.

You can't fool me.

They're Goldfish.

If there is one thing I utterly despise about Captain O as a character, it's the stupid euphemisms.

They're not amusing. They're not funny. I've heard better from other characters.

Okay, a shell phone is actually pretty clever. One point to Tasha, and don't make me revoke it as quickly as I did last time.

(Choosing to overlook the fact that there's an Admiral because...I mean...pretty standard sailor stuff. And me and other fans can work with the lore.)

Definitely not the intent, but I can't stop reading this line as utterly sarcastic since Captain O did a hard aversion off the "Newhart Phone Call" cliff.

"So this look isn't a fashion choice?"

Osgood, you poor Ohlm-like sonuvagun.

No, sir, actually those are holes. They got depth to 'em. Swiss cheese is not made with polka dots.

"See? You're a fashion trendsetter."

Ohhhhh it's like...the woman in "Double O Trouble"...but 's...fuckin' polka dots...

Great, I hate it, thanks.

*squints*

*more*

*even more*

...Bitch that is a cluster of fucking trees. That is not an island. Now how and why would you spend pounds on a fucking CLUSTER OF TRE-

THIS IS HOW THEY CHOOSE TO REMIND US THAT ORLI AND OZZIE ARE STILL HERE?????? WITH THE OBLIGATORY MATH LESSON?!?!?!?!?!?

Oh piss ALL the fuckin' way off.

If this is gonna have a lesson at the end, like in "The Weight of the World Depends on Orla", I'm going to lose my fuckin' mind.

Because, for all that Season 3 sucks, that episode was actually pretty solid.

it was just her and osgood

this guy shows up

not even the two canon characters from the odd squadcast they could've used

...I get it. You need someone to steer the ship. Fine. But for the love of God, just include the one driving the boat in your roll call!

I'm...I'm so tired. We are halfway into this episode. I am tired.

I honestly can't be bothered to ask why this woman has a rotary phone and how the fuck it can get service out here where there would, in most other instances, be no phone lines. Or electricity. OR FUCKING SPEAKERPHONE.

I do like the pirate getup Dottie here has going on, though.

Well, the last time a villain alleged to not have a pattern...they had a pattern.

I don't expect Dottie to be much different in that regard.

ohhhhhh oodelallyoohdelally it's the chekhov's gun wheeeeeeeeeeeeee-

She spun in the chair for all of time, bored out of her wits.

(On to Part 2!)

[creepypasta-meh-dudes]

Who lives in the mansion?

I'm glad you asked! Here's my list along with the floors they live on!

First floor (this is where the younger and less aggressive creeps stay)

Sally Williams

Wendy Wilson

Suicide Sadie

Lost Silver

Second floor (Older and more dangerous)

Eyeless Jack

Homicidal Liu

Helen Otis (Bloody Painter)

Kate the Chaser

Masky (Tim Wright)

Hoodie (Brian Thomas)

Wendell Wilson

Daisy

Dr.Smiley

Dr.Pain

Nurse Ann

Laughing Jill

Nathan the Nobody (Doesn't live at the mansion but has a room)

Third Floor (This is where the most dangerous and least sane creeps live)

Laughing Jack

Hobo Heart (Slender put him there for safety reasons, mostly because he doesn't really know his intentions??)

Jeff the Killer (he moved himself up there, trying to avoid Liu and to have more privacy)

Candy Pop (Like Nathan, He doesn't really LIVE in the mansion, but has a room there)

Jason the Toymaker (He has a room there that connects to his pocket dimension/workshop......this might change however)

I hope these are to your liking! A lot of these might change, cause I'm not completely decided on what my AU of the creepypasta/slenderverse is like??? Like, some of these characters I might make work for Zalgo, or be double agents?? I'll come back to it someday! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING!!!!! BYEEEE HAVE A GOOD DAY!!!!

[augustjustice]

WIP Weekend

The Rules:

In a reblog (or a new post w/ rules attached) post up to five (5) file names of your wips. Not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

The WIPS:

S4 Missing Scene fic

Pre S4 Steddie as the party’s divorced dads

Steddie Bodyswap

Crush Confessions Ch. 2

Untitled Marmalade fic

Snippet and Taglist under the cut:

The second they were alone, Otis cornered him, backing him up against the wall. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” 

The Bandit raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow as he gazed up at him, dusty pink lips curving up into a knowing smirk. 

“I was thinking I ought to ask you the exact same thing…” he dropped his voice into a breathy whisper, the kind that could send shivers up a man’s spine, “secret agent.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know I’d be here,” Otis tossed back with a shake of his head. His posture stayed perfectly rigid, bound and determined as he was not to let on that he was affected in the slightest. “I know you better than that.”

The Babydoll’s eyelashes fluttered, coquettish. “Better than most anybody, really.”

No pressure tagging @formosusiniquis @eriquin @starryeyedjanai @bifuriouswaterbender and anyone else who would like to join!

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

Chapter One

@nightmareglitter

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Epilogue

Nancy walked into her parents' house, expecting to see her parents, but they still weren't there. She was hoping to share their victory, although she wasn't sure how they won. Vecna got close to them, and he should have killed them. It was like something stopped him. The image of killing Vecna filled her mind again, his eyes a vacant blue then widening in surprise before Nancy swung the axe and cut off his head. The ground shook, the vines slithering back into the crevice with the monsters as they tried to close the wounds in Hawkins as much as possible.

"It was like he in a trance," Max said. "Like he was cursed."

"You think someone might have cursed him to give us enough time to stop him?" Lucas asked.

Nancy smiled and shared a look with Steve, who looked at questioningly for a moment before his eyes widened in surprise.

"You don't think. . .?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," Nancy grinned.

"What?" Dustin asked.

"Eddie," Steve and Nancy said in unison.

Suddenly, Dustin was grinning before throwing himself into their arms.

"I hope it's true, baby," Sue said with a sigh as she rubbed Lucas's back.

Susan was clinging to Max and kissing her head repeatedly. Max was rolling her eyes as she tried to hide her smile. Vickie and her dad were sharing a couch with Robin and her parents while Vickie held hands with Robin. Matthew was gazing at Lily with admiration as they talked, Nancy noticed that Lily was looking at him more softly than before. Tommy was curled up in Walter's arms as they held each other tightly. Everyone was covered in blood, dirt, and sweat, but mostly intact. Nancy and Steve felt the same burning they felt at the cabin. Their eyes widened, and they gasped. There was a knock at the door, startling everyone. Nancy moved with Steve and Agent Stinson toward the front door. They pushed the furniture back and leaned the front door against the wall. Eddie stood there, his hands behind his back, and Mayhem was curled around his neck.

"Eddie," Nancy breathed.

Nancy and Steve flew at him before Agent Stinson could stop them. They hugged him tightly.

"Jesus, how do you even know it's really me?" Eddie asked as they cried.

"We just do," Nancy said.

Mayhem purred and nuzzled her head against Steve’s cheek. Steve laughed and cooed at her as she jumped into his arms.

"I missed you too, sweet girl," Steve said.

"Hm, just the cat, not me, big boy?" Eddie asked.

Steve grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a hard kiss. He pulled back and leaned his forehead against his.

"I missed you so fucking much," Steve whispered.

Nancy tucked herself into Eddie's other side, sighing. Eddie turned his head and kissed her. Nancy burst into tears as she kissed him back, and they both could feel the salty taste of her tears on their lips. She couldn't help but think of Irene, Otis, and Steven. She couldn't help but feel like a piece of Steven finally came home, and Nancy sobbed harder against Eddie. Finally, after a moment, Nancy and Steve pulled Eddie inside to let the others greet him. Dustin had immediately started crying at the sight of him and ran into his arms. Lucas and Max immediately followed, slamming into him. Robin was the next in line, hugging them tightly.

"Mayhem!" Dustin cried out happily when she also joined the group.

"Meow!" She cried.

"Oh, Mom took Tews with Wayne and Holly. They're safe," Dustin said, and Mayhem purred.

After a long reunion, everyone settled in the living room to sleep. At this moment, everyone wasn't too keen on being apart from one another. Steve, Nancy, Eddie, and Mayhem were curled up in one corner closest to the door.

"We're going to find your parents, Nancy," Eddie whispered. "It's going to be okay. Mayhem and I will search the skies."

"Search the skies?" Nancy asked.

"Well, you know, I'm not exactly human anymore," Eddie said.

"We figured that out," Nancy said softly. "We still love you. You're still our Eddie."

"Mayhem, do you want to show Mommy and Daddy what we can do?" Eddie cooed as he pressed his fingers gently into Mayhem's back.

Mayhem's wings unfurled from his body, and he turned his one tail into a forked three. Dustin gasped sleepily from where he was trapped in between a sleeping Max and Lucas.

"That's so cool," Dustin muttered before he fell back asleep.

"Figured I do that once we all got some rest," Eddie said.

Nancy pushed him back down and curled up on his chest while Steve did the same on his other side. Mayhem curled up on his stomach. It didn't take long for everyone to fall asleep. They were all exhausted, though they didn't know exactly how much they were until they were all waking up 12 hours later to the sound of someone knocking on the door. Nancy and Steve got up with Eddie, who moved the furniture away from the door with ease. Hopper stood on the doorstep with Joyce, Mike, El, Will, Jonathan, and a long-haired guy in bright clothing. They later learned that the man's name was Argyle.

"You're alive?!" Nancy asked.

"Aw, man. I thought that was mine and Mayhem's thing," Eddie, with a delightful grin and stumbled back when El slammed into him. "Oh. Hey, sweetheart. Oh, those shitheads really did shave your head again."

"It will grow back," El said.

"What happened to the door?" Hopper asked.

"Exactly what happened to all of Hawkins," Eddie replied. "It got fucked and not in a good way."

Nancy led everyone into the living room where they reunited with everyone. She smiled when Mike, Will, Lucas, El, Dustin, and Max all hugged. Mike broke from the hug and turned to Nancy who rushed towards him, hugging him tightly.

"Where's mom and dad?" Mike asked Nancy and tears filled her eyes. "Nancy? Where's mom and dad?"

"We were going to stop Vecna the first time around, but the gate was blocked by demogorgons, and they turned on us, so mom had the idea to distract them. Mom and Dad ran off in different directions with the rest of the parents to lure them away so we could get into the gate. The others came, but we haven't. . . we haven't seen or heard any sign from them. I don't know how long it's been. . . the days sort of blurred together, but Vecna's dead. . . it's over," Nancy said.

"Oh, honey," Joyce said and touched Nancy's arm.

"Nancy. . .are we. . . are we orphans?" Mike asked.

"I don't know," Nancy said and hugged him tightly. "Holly got out with Wayne, Claudia, Charles, and Erica though. They're safe."

Mike breathed a sigh of relief for a moment before the tears started to come and he started to cry into his sister's arms. They clung to each other, crying as Joyce placed a hand on Nancy's back while Hopper did the same with Mike.

"What happened to our door?" a familiar voice came from the hallway causing Nancy and Mike to break apart.

"MOMMY!" Nancy and Mike exclaimed.

Karen was covered in blood and dirt; part of her hair was chopped off as though she had it cut it free. Nancy and Mike threw themselves at their mother, hugging her tightly. Karen wept as she held her children in her arms.

"I'm here, I'm here," Karen whispered.

"Where's Daddy?" Nancy asked and Karen pulled back to stroke their hair.

"Daddy's going to be fine. The soldiers dropped him off at the hospital before they dropped me off here. He did lose a hand though," Karen said. "But don't worry, we can deal with that. He certainly was in good spirits though. He kept offering to give the soldiers a helping hand when they wheeled him in."

"Oh God," Nancy snorted.

"What did you mean by soldiers?" Steve asked. "We've kind of been asleep for the past 12 hours."

"The military arrived to help. They were closing the gates for a town wide quarantine when we slipped in," Hopper replied.

"How long is that going to last?" Eddie asked.

"With the military? Who knows?" Hopper shrugged.

"Well, I guess we're going to have to bunker down together," Eddie grinned. "Do you guys have a problem with me and our cat being vampires?"

"What?!" Hopper and Joyce asked.

"Did I miss anything else while I imprisoned in Russia?" Hopper asked.

"Eddie's uncle got my mom pregnant," Dustin said cheerfully.

"Eddie and I are going to have a cousin?" El asked brightly.

"I'm living in sin with Steve and Eddie," Nancy said.

"Oh, I found out that my uncle used to be in love with my mother and that my deadbeat dad used to work with your deadbeat dad," Eddie said to Will and Jonathan.

"That's a lot of information," Hopper said and paused. "I actually knew about Al and Lonnie."

"So, . . . now what?" Steve asked.

TEN MONTHS LATER. . .

Nancy sighed happily as she walked into her newly fixed up apartment. Quarantine was finally over; the town still needed some repairs, but it was back up and running. The military finally had no more excuses to make to keep the town under quarantine, and thanks to disaster relief funds, they were able to make the repairs that they needed to make.

"It looks really good," Eddie said as Mayhem flew around the apartment.

"I'm glad they were able to keep most of it the way it was, and they actually turned the second bedroom into an actual bedroom," Steve said.

"Mayhem, you have your own room!" Eddie exclaimed.

Suddenly, their new telephone rang, and they all grinned excitedly.

"Our first phone call," Steve grinned.

Nancy picked up the phone and started talking with the other person on the other end. She grinned as she placed the phone back on the hook and turned to her boyfriends.

"That was Dustin. They're officially letting people back in and out, which means. . . ," Nancy trailed off.

"Mayhem, do you want to go see Grandpa Wayne, Grandma Claudia, Holly, and Erica?!" Eddie asked excitedly.

Mayhem flew down and curled herself around Nancy's neck. Nancy smiled and scratched Mayhem's ear.

"They're already at mom and dad's," Nancy said. "Let's go."

As soon as Eddie walked through the door, he was throwing himself into Wayne's arms. Holly ripped herself away from Karen and Ted to throw herself into Nancy's arms.

"Nancy! Your hair is longer!" Holly exclaimed.

"And your hair is shorter," Nancy grinned as she hugged her sister tightly.

"Someone got into some gum," Wayne said looking.

"You turned around, Uncle Wayne," Holly replied.

Wayne's reply was cut off when Claudia walked into the room holding a baby in her arms.

"You had the baby, Auntie!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Marie Elizabeth Munson," Claudia cooed.

Dustin followed her out of the kitchen, wiping his eyes and sniffling. Nancy and Steve moved with Eddie to surround Claudia.

"She looks exactly like I thought she would: a baby," Eddie said. "Gimme. Unlike Dustin, I'm going to keep it together."

Steve and Nancy snorted with disbelief as they cooed at the baby in their boyfriend's arms. A moment later, Eddie had handed the baby back to Claudia and collapsed against Wayne's shoulder, sobbing loudly.

"I hope you handle it better when you stand up as my best man when I marry your aunt," Wayne said in amusement.

"You're getting married?" Eddie asked.

"Of course," Wayne said.

"We decided to share our vow renewal and Joyce's wedding with them," Karen said delightfully.

"Three for the price of one," Eddie grinned. "You sure you're going to be handle that, Mr. Wedding Planner?"

"Of course," Steve scoffed. "That shouldn't even be a question."

A week later. . .

"They're so cute, with their little matching headsets and clipboards," Eddie said to Nancy.

They were standing in the backyard of her parents' house and watching Dustin and Steve order people about in preparation for the triple wedding/vow renewal. They had had radios attached to their hips and headsets on their heads.

"You think they're going to do it?" Nancy asked with a grin.

"No doubt," Eddie grinned.

With their backs turned to each other, they started yelling at other people. It was a simple wedding. There wasn't a whole lot to do, but Steve and Dustin were determined to make it perfect. As they were yelling, both of them put their hands on their hips. Steve was currently yelling at Robin, who was rolling her eyes.

"Yes!" Eddie exclaimed.

"They're so cute," Nancy giggled.

Eddie raised his polaroid and snapped a picture of them. Suddenly, Robin was making her way over to them with Vickie at her side.

"I have been banned from helping out," Robin said.

"Why?" Eddie grinned.

"Oh, Steve’s just a little upset because I almost ALMOST set him on fire," Robin said.

"Well, how unreasonable of Steve to get upset," Nancy said in amusement.

"Exactly, it's only a little fire," Robin said as Vickie giggled.

Mayhem jumped up on Robin's shoulder, nuzzling her cheek.

"Robin. . .did you change Mayhem's suit?" Eddie asked.

"We're matching now," Robin said.

"Lily asked out my dad," Vickie beamed.

"Oh, I thought Matthew had plans on doing it," Eddie said.

"He got tongue tied, so Lily helped him out. He says it's actually better this way," Vickie said.

"They're so fucking cute," Eddie said.

"Yeah," Vickie agreed.

Everyone got into place when it was time for the wedding to begin. Nancy stood up as Karen's maid of honor with Mike as Ted's best man. Of course, Eddie was Wayne's, and Dustin stood up behind his mother. El was Joyce's maid of honor while Will and Jonathan stood behind Hopper. It was a beautiful ceremony, and Nancy was proud to watch her parents confess their love for one another, how happy they were that they got another chance. She couldn't help but think about her own second chances, the bat scar burning against her neck reminding her of her own connection with Steve and Eddie. In a way, weren't they sort of married? She was glad that she decided to make things better with Steve because it led her to where she was now, and she would gladly make the same decision. Once everyone sealed their promises with a kiss, the brides prepared to toss the bouquets. Since the only people there were the ones involved with the Upside Down, everyone was involved in catching the flowers. Eddie jumped up and caught Claudia's flowers eagerly.

"Haha! Get ready to make an honest woman out of me," Eddie said to Nancy and Steve.

"Technically, we're already married," Nancy pointed out.

"What?" Steve and Eddie asked.

"Ohh," Steve said snapping his fingers. "Bat bites connection."

"Shit, she's right," Eddie said, and his eyes lit up. "Hey, you guys up for getting wedding bat tattoos to match mine?"

"I think it would be the only tattoo that I would get but yeah," Nancy said.

"Definitely," Steve said.

They watched as Karen threw her flowers next, and Will accidentally caught them. Mike grinned while Will blushed. Joyce went to throw hers next, and a black figure darted up into the air, catching it in her mouth. Mayhem flew down and landed down next to Tews.

"Oh my God, sapphic cats," Robin gasped.

"Mayhem's into older women, I guess," Vickie said in amusement.

"Mayhem's legal now. I'm happy for them," Robin said.

"You know, you're stuck with us forever now, Nancy," Steve said.

"No returns," Eddie said with a grin.

"There's no one else that I want to be stuck with," Nancy grinned. "I love you."

"Just wondering if you're still going to say that in ten years," Eddie said.

"I accept that challenge," Nancy said as she slipped her arms through theirs.

TEN YEARS LATER. . .

Nancy had proved Eddie wrong, and she was still as smitten with them as they day they first got together. Nancy had long since graduated from college, and they all continued to live in Boston for a while after Nancy got her degree in journalism. They moved back to Hawkins once they heard the Post, and the music store was up for sale. Steve was finally ready to reopen his grandfather's salon, and so they settled back into Hawkins like they had never left. For a while, they lived in the apartment again until they found a perfect house. Now, they were in their new home, and Nancy was pacing.

"What if she doesn't like us?" Nancy asked. "What if this is our last chance? I mean, no one else is probably going to let us adopt."

"It's going to be fine," Steve said. "She'd be crazy not to like you."

"And she'd be crazy not to like you," Nancy said softly.

"She'd definitely be crazy to like me," Eddie said cheerfully as Mayhem paced with Nancy, darting between her legs.

"Eddie," she scolded.

"Our wife is so sexy when she's annoyed with me," Eddie sighed happily.

"Ten years, and you still say it like you did the first time," Steve said and kissed him.

Nancy smiled and watched her husbands kiss for a moment before the ringing doorbell caused her to jump. She opened the door, only to find a ten year old girl with wild honey blonde curls and twinkling blue eyes.

"Marie," Nancy sighed.

"Bet you thought it was Lily with your kid," she said cheerfully.

"Why do you have to be a menace like your cousin?" Nancy asked.

"Genetics, Nance," she grinned before moving inside. "Besides, I'm excited too."

Marie ran over to Eddie and curled up into his side, flashing her dimples up at him. The door rang again, and Nancy opened it to find Lily on her doorstep with a four - or five year old little girl. She had wide brown eyes, freckles on the bridge of her nose, and she was carrying a stuffed rabbit.

"This is Barbara," Lily said gently. "Do you want to say hi to Mrs. Wheeler, Barbara?"

"Hi," Barbara said softly.

Nancy smiled, blinking away the tears that came unexpectedly to her eyes. Barbara. Her name was Barbara.

"Come on in," Nancy said. "Do you want something to drink? We've got tea, lemonade, milk, and chocolate milk."

"Can I have tea, pretty please?" Barbara asked.

"Sure thing," Nancy said. "By the way, these are my husbands, Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington."

"You have two?" Barbara asked. "Is that allowed?"

"Only if it's legal. It's not, but I love them, and nothing is going to tell me not to," Nancy said.

"That's cool," she said.

Nancy smiled and went to grab her drink. When she came back, Barbara was sitting on the couch and laughing at Eddie.

"Do you work, Mrs. Wheeler?" Barbara asked.

"I'm an investigative reporter," she replied.

"Does that mean you are like Nancy Drew?" She asked.

"Yeah, you could say that," Nancy said in amusement.

"I LOVE Nancy Drew," she said in awe as she kicked her feet excitedly.

"We're huge fans as well," Eddie grinned.

"What else do you like, Miss Barbara?" Steve asked.

"I don't like the name Barbara, but I don't really like the name Barbie either," she frowned.

"You know, I had this friend named Barbara. She didn't like her name either. She preferred to be called Barb," Nancy said.

"Is she gone like my parents?" She asked.

"Yeah," Nancy replied softly.

"Oh. . . Can I be called Barb?" She asked.

"Yeah, she definitely would have loved it," Nancy grinned.

Barb smiled brightly as she hugged her rabbit.

"Mr. Munson, did you know I'm Herspanic?" Barb asked.

"Do you mean Hispanic?" Eddie asked.

"Well, if there can be a Hispanic, then why can't there be a Herspanic?" She asked.

"I think she might be onto something, Mr. Munson," Steve laughed.

As Nancy sat down with her husbands to get to know Barb, she knew without a doubt that this little girl was theirs. She had a career, an unconventional but wonderful marriage, a vampire cat, and now there was the possibility of adding a child to their already great family. After everything they've been through, she'd never thought she would get here. For a moment, she could feel her friend's hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay, Nance, this is you. Whatever you chose, it's you."

[gayboysteve]

Title: Both Sides, Now

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi, Other

Fandom: Marmalade (2024)

Relationship: Baron|Marmalade Lamram/Otis Huxley

Characters: Otis HuxleyBaron|Marmalade Lamram

Additional Tags: Drama, Mutual Obsession, Canon-Typical Behavior, Slow Burn, Identity Porn, Gender Fuckery, Crimes & Criminals

Summary:

“Well,” Marmalade reaches out their hand in offering. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Otis.” Otis’ mouth is dry as he takes their hand and he blames it on the cigarette. Marmalade shakes coyly, simply flapping out his hand and allowing Otis to wrap his own around it. They shake very briefly before letting go but Otis still feels the warmth in his palm afterwards. “It’s-”Otis pauses, “It’s nice to meet you too.” ---- Agent Otis Huxley is a man who's always been married to his job but Marmalade takes him over like a whirlwind. From the chase to the calm that follows after and then all the drama that unfolds around them. They always manage to keep Otis on his toes and he can't bring himself to hate it no matter the complications that it causes him.

[harrisonarchive]

George Harrison, backstage in Philadelphia, PA, on August 16, 1966; photo by Bob Bonis.

“[George showed us] his music room, which has one wall covered with the famous Harrison guitars, his collection of Indian instruments and a small jukebox standing just by the door. I looked at the titles on the jukebox and there were very few Beatle songs amongst them. The Beach Boys, Mamas and Papas, Lovin’ Spoonful, the Stones were all well represented.” - The Beatles Monthly, January 1967

“George Harrison’s Fab Forty… George — like all the Beatles, incidentally — has his own juke box at his Esher home. It’s in his ‘den.’ Along with tape recorder, radio and record player. […] But back to the juke box. It’s a KB. Maybe you saw it in the film ‘Help’? Says George: ‘It’s so much easier to have all my favorite records on the juke box at once. It saves me going through piles of records to find the ones I want. Then when I get sick of them, I just throw them out and put some new ones in.” - Tony Hall, Record Mirror, January 1, 1966

George’s Top Ten… 1 “Harlem Shuffle” — Bob and Earl 2 “Good Things Come To Those Who Wait” — Chuck Jackson 3 “Be My Lady”/“Red Beans and Rice” — Booker T and the MGs 4 “Please Crawl Out Your Window” — Bob Dylan 5 “Baby, You’re My Everything” — Little Jerry Williams 6 “Back Street” — Edwin Starr 7 “Work, Work, Work” — Lee Dorsey 8 “The Little Girl I Once Knew” — The Beach Boys 9 “My Girl Has Gone” — The Miracles 10 “I Don’t Know What You’ve Got /But It’s Got Me)” — Little Richard (“[P]arts one and two — the second is George’s favorite.”)

The rest… 11 “I Can’t Turn You Loose” — Otis Redding 12 “My Girl” — Otis Redding 13 “I Believe I’ll Love On” — Jackie Wilson 14 “Plum Nellie” — Booker T and the MGs 15 “Everything Is Gonna Be Alright” — Willie Mitchell 16 “A Sweet Woman Like You” — Joe Tex 17 “Something About You” — The Four Tops 18 “I Got You” — James Brown 19 “Ain’t That Peculiar” — Marvin Gaye 20 “Turn, Turn, Turn” — The Byrds 21 “See Saw” — Don Covay 22 “I’m Comin’ Through” — Sounds Incorporated 23 “Don’t Fight It” — Wilson Pickett 24 “Bootleg” — Booker T and the MGs 25 “I Ain’t Gonna Eat Out My Heart Anymore” — The Young Rascals 26 “Respect” — Otis Redding 27 “Try Me”/“Papa’s Got A Brand New Bag” — James Brown (“instrumentals”) 28 “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long” — Otis Redding 29 “All Or Nothing” — Patty Labelle and her Belles 30 “Pretty Little Baby” — Marvin Gaye 31 “Oowee Baby, I Love You” — Fred Hughes 32 “The Tracks of My Tears” — The Miracles 33 “Yum Yum” — Joe Tex 34 “Agent 00 Soul” — Edwin Starr 35 “Money” — Barrett Strong 36 “Some Other Guy” — Ritchie Barrett (“George’s ‘Revived 45’ list — he’s dug these since they first came out.”) 37 “It Wasn’t Me” — Chuck Berry 38 “Mohair Sam” — Charlie Rich 39 “Let Him Run Wild” — The Beach Boys 40 “Do You Believe In Magic” — The Lovin’ Spoonful

“George really knows his records. It’s always a pleasure to talk to him about them.” - Tony Hall, Record Mirror, January 1, 1966 (x)

George's "Fab Forty" playlist: on YouTube, and on Spotify.

[vonathans-obscure-stuff]

Odd Squad | s1e35a: “Now You Don’t See Me” | s2e34: “Who Is Agent Otis?”

[incorrect-marmalade]

Baron: Hey, special agent, how'd you find me?

Otis: I saw a huge mess in the news and wondered, 'now, who could that be?'

[darkmaga-returns]

You can’t comply your way out of tyranny.

This principle – central to the American Revolution – has been almost totally forgotten and ignored. And it was also forcefully repeated and reiterated a century later by Lysander Spooner.

The following are the top quotes and principles that make up this essential foundation.

VOID

To start, it was widely understood that the people are the source of all power, and government only acts as their agent. So it logically flowed from that principle that any act beyond powers delegated or authorized to government was a usurpation of power – and thus, void.

The 3rd Chief Justice, Oliver Ellsworth, put it like this:

“If they make a law which the constitution does not authorize, it is void.”

This wasn’t anything new. As James Otis Jr, in his 1761 speech against the Writs of Assistance, made the same case – the same principle even under the unwritten British constitution.

“An act against the constitution is void.”

Reiterating this principle nearly a century later, Lysander Spooner wrote, “An unconstitutional statute is no law, in the view of the constitution. It is void, and confers no authority on any one”

PRECEDENT

The old revolutionaries understood that government always grows, and even the smallest steps beyond the constitution were a precedent for even more usurpations of power in the future.

John Dickinson made this case in his influential 1765 broadside urging non-compliance with the Stamp Act.

“IF you comply with the Act by using Stamped Papers, you fix, you rivet perpetual Chains upon your unhappy Country. You unnecessarily, voluntarily establish the detestable Precedent, which those who have forged your Fetters ardently wish for, to varnish the future Exercise of this new claimed Authority.” [emphasis added]

Dickinson continued with this same warning two years later in response to the Townshend Acts.

“When an act injurious to freedom has been once done, and the people bear it, the repetition of it is most likely to meet with submission. For as the mischief of the one was found to be tolerable, they will hope that of the second will prove so too; and they will not regard the infamy of the last, because they are stained with that of the first.”

Thomas Paine warned that we should treat precedent not as law – but instead, as a warning.

“In numerous instances, the precedent ought to operate as a warning, and not as an example, and requires to be shunned instead of imitated; but instead of this, precedents are taken in the lump, and put at once for constitution and for law.”

[serendertothesquad]

Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Agent Overhill's Last Day" Episode Followup, Part 1

The One That Got Away On Agent Overhill's Last Day.

Hey, it's a bit wordy, but they could fit it on the folder if they tried! Plus it rhymes!

Well, anyway. We're nearing the end, folks. Shame it only lasted for less than a month, but hopefully kids and parents alike will view episodes enough times to where it will get greenlit for a Season 2/Season 5. With more episodes. More better-written episodes. Please.

Let's get down below the break for another episode featuring a one-shot. Because in 12 episodes, we have enough room for a one-shotter episode.

Heeeeeeey, Athena's back!

...I mean look, so long as it isn't Omar or Tasha, I think we're good.

*slow blink in "memory loss not a thing in the oddverse?"*

AND FUCKIN' SPEAKIN' OF MEMORY LOSS.

"No, I don't want to cure dementia, or Alzheimer's! I want to make people remember how to ride bikes!"

It's like having a cure for cancer in the palm of your hands and using it for the most trivial shit imaginable. (And if you get that reference, brava to you.)

Well hey, at least he's on grassy terrain and has protective gear on. So, y'know...there's that.

Brain fart happening right now, but I could have sworn there was a gag just like this alrea- oh.

Now I remember, it was in "Who is Agent Otis?"

And funny enough, it was Oprah who needed help with the pickle jar AND SON OF A BITCH SOMEONE BROUGHT THAT SHIT UP IN THE WRITERS ROOM HUH.

(That aside, though, does...does the organization manufacture their own pickles? It's not Shmumbers or some UK-equivalent branding?)

Ahhhh Captain O, they could never make me hate you.

It's like she gave Orwell the jar knowing she went through strength training and that son of a gun can't open it!

See, it's funny because we already got "Villain X" in the form of Xavier and Xena. This guy is just proudly declaring he's a villain and doesn't work for Odd Squad.

Yeeeeeah, I dunno, guy...those just look like pictures of sunglasses.

On a side note, you guys think a villain could use Photoshop to say "I caused oddness" when they didn't do anything? If they were really that dumb enough, I bet they could. (I mean, if my dumb ass took a Photoshop class in high school and got a passing grade...)

Okay, that's...uh...an impressive display of lapels. Did she spend time in every department or are they like Sunny Starscout's G4 character pins and mean nothing?

See, where this franchise tends to fail to draw the line is distinguishing odd things from odd people.

Solving oddness is arguably easier than catching odd villains. They are mutually exclusive because it's symbiotic, but to a certain degree.

Orwell here seems to think that, since Overhill solved odd things, she can catch an odd villain. Perhaps not so, but I'll let status quo bring the gavel down on that.

"I wish I had your positivity."

He's supposed to be a stoic man. And you can have positivity with a stoic man, but this just makes me wonder how the season would change if Orwell were a sourpuss with a stoic voice.

Man, it's like this season just threw the entire fucking concept of departments out the fucking window, huh?

I mean, it's nice we're getting Orwell focus...but Ocean and Oona were paired together and they aren't partners because, if I remember correctly, Oprah never referred to them as partners.

Again, I will reiterate: when Oprah does this, it's impactful. It has bite, because she's a ball of anger in the body of a child.

When Captain O does this, it has no bite because she is not a ball of anger in the body of a child; she is a ball of sass in the body of a child.

Be reminded that this is the second time they have pried traits out of Oprah and plopped them into similar characters like it means anything. At least with Captain O, it fits more than Orpita...

AGEHA HIJIRI'S PRESENCE LIVES O- oh. No, wait, that was last year...

KOMUGI INUKAI'S PRESENCE LIVES ON!!!!

You don't send a dumb child to do a smart child's job, Captain O. That's just basic common sense.

(I would make a Cracker Barrel crack here, but I don't think they have those in the UK.)

Okay, to be fair, that's more threatening than sunglasses.

Big-ass mosquitos, though, would be a bigger threat.

YEEEEEEEAH BOMB THAT MASTER HILL MARTY MCFLY WILLIAMS. BOMB IT REAL GOOD, GO FAST, CATCH VILLAIN X!!!

No, no, honey, the bigger question is why you're wearing a robe with a hood on it. Here in America that's robber wear!

No...no, Seren, don't make the yuri joke...no don't...no...

...FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK IT.

This joke would have been better if he made a joke about how his wife left him for something odd...y'know, like a bunny...

But alas, this is a PBS Kids show where Valentine's Day is 100% strictly platonic.

"...Orli, why are we here?"

"Our contracts say we have to have at least 30 seconds of screentime per episode."

"And we're spending it playing table football?"

"Look, you don't have a Boys and Girls Club here, so I have to make do!"

Charlie Change sounds more like the name of a money-based villain than that of a shapeshifting one.

But y'know...in 12 episodes, do you really want them to go into the financial logistics of this universe?

Okay, first of all, do either of you even fuckin' lift?

And second of all, you two need to be on both sides. And preferably have two more people helping you. TF do you think you're gonna accomplish if you're both on one side, bashing his head into the cement floor?

Ohhhhh and he's got vaporizing powers so he's speeeeeeechuuuuuuuuuuuuuu- yo me into the fucking ocean.

At least this lady's more properly dressed for the outdoors.

The way I fuckin' cackled at Orwell's "Oh, come on!" here.

Look, the man has a limp and uses a scooter as an assistive mobility device. You can't hate him.

Man, I do so love they're dropping all this stuff about this agent we've never heard of before and will never hear of again.

...Okay, the dollhouse furniture-making hobby is cute, I'll admit, BUT STILL-

Osgood, what the fuck did you think would happen? You're throwin' yourself into a volcano here!

woman doesn't get what villain x is saying

she's wearing a hoodie with hourglasses on it

Check yourself, honey.

(On to Part 2!)