This is the first installment in a new series I have called “Late Night Quotes” in which I’m going to make a post of a quote every night that seems to hit home and speak some much needed truth into the life we live. Click to join my journey
C. 13 BBY to A.H. Soka and Y.O. Da Starbird Publishing Co. Tatooine/Yavin/Hoth
Darth Vader sat in his meditation chamber. Normally his thoughts would be occupied with his overwhelming rage at the Rebels, his situation, the Emperor, Tarkin, and especially the author of his misery, the traitorous but irritatingly good looking Obi Wan Kenobi.
Unfortunately for Vader, his pure rage had been interrupted by the sudden return of Obi Wan Kenobi to his life. For in recent months, Obi Wan Kenobi had stepped back into the spotlight once again, taking Tatooine from the Hutts and reasserting his place as a galaxy acclaimed badass and all-round heartthrob.
It had been easy, Vader fumed, to dismiss Kenobi as a limb-lopping traitor when the man had been in hiding out of sight, These days the holonet was inundated with pictures of Kenobi’s stupidly perfect face, his twinkly blue eyes (so sassy, Vader remembered when that expression had been turned on him on a regular basis with great fondness), and his beautifully swooshy hair.
Force take it, Vader had been beautiful once too. He had once had long, golden curls and bright blue eyes and the kind of tall muscular physique that would make the angels of Iego cry tears of pure starlight. Now his lovely locks were gone, his eyes were sith yellow, and what remained of his beautiful physique was hidden by the massive life support suit that Sheev had fashioned for him.
Vader had said it before and he would say it again. It wasn’t fair. How would he ever kiss- er kill Obi Wan looking like a darker and blockier version Grievous? At least Grievous had kept his svelte build. The only thing Vader had going for him now was his tall, dark looks and imposing build, which let’s be honest Obi Wan could get from the average Wookie.
Worst of all, Vader had met Obi Wan only a week ago and he had spoken bitter, bitter words to the man. He had even gone so far as to say that he preferred Sheev’s crepes to Obi Wan’s pancakes, which had been a lie of course. Sheev always messed up the flipping process and either flipped too early, leaving one side slightly undercooked and not at all the perfect golden brown that Obi Wan achieved when he made pancakes, or flipped too late, leaving one side burnt.
Vader worried that Obi Wan had taken his words to heart. What if Obi Wan had believed his words? What if Obi Wan was hurt?! What if Obi Wan never made him pancakes again??!! Fortunately for Vader, Admiral Piett chose this moment to signal his desire to speak with him on the inbuilt comm.
“YES,” Vader demanded. Piett cleared his throat nervously.
“Sir, we have fresh intelligence on the criminal, Kenobi. Our analysts say it’s actionable. Should I give the order to pursue?” He said. Vader felt a giddy joy suffuse the blackened remains of his chest cavity. The Force had provided!! He truly was the Chosen One still, no matter what Obi Wan might have to say about the matter!
“AFFIRMATIVE,” he replied. Soon, soon, he would see Kenobi again.
* * * * * * * * *
In the control room Admiral Piett frowned at his comm. Had Lord Vader sounded… pleased? But that was impossible. He was probably just grimly satisfied at the thought of capturing Kenobi. That was the only reasonable explanation.
Weaboo Wednesday: Gatchaman: Crowds. Loosely based on the 1972 anime Science Ninja Team Gatchaman, Crowds follows a series of new characters as they try to protect Earth from aliens and other such threats. Although having little in common with the original show, Crowds is an intelligent and fresh anime with superb animation and a great soundtrack. It is not only an action-packed anime, it also encases a strong political commentary on society as a whole and the impact of social media in today’s world.
A little weekend reccing for any fannibals in need of a good read, this time we’ve got catmen, daemons and a goblin king… and that’s just for starters!
No Man’s Land by @empathalitis
and @cannibalcuisine: Following a drunken, clumsy encounter with Hannibal… and
Hannibal’s lips, and Hannibal’s hands (depicted in previous instalment In My Head There’s A War), Will finally has to
confront his desire for the man he’s run away with. But, well, it’s Will and Hannibal, which means things
are never going to be straightforward and between memories of ex-wives and a
total lack of emotional intelligence, both men continue to tie themselves in
knots rather than getting down to business. This wonderful fic skilfully flows
between Will and Hannibal’s POVs, with an amazing handle on both characters and
their emotions. And when that dam finally bursts? Well, let’s just say it is
very, very much worth the wait!
Stray Cat by Not_You:
Taking the “Hannibal is really a cat” theory to its logical conclusion, this AU
finds Will working not for the FBI but for the government division that
oversees the rights and management of human/animal hybrids. Some of these
beings live as pets, others as humans, still others as part of the “Feral
Nation” which operates outside of human society. And then there are Will’s
worst nightmare, those who are kept in labs and cruelly experimented on. Hannibal
is one such case, a human/cat hybrid placed into Will’s custody after escaping
and murdering those who kept him in captivity. For a dog person, Will quickly
grows attached to this fiercely intelligent, oddly endearing catman (and Hannibal,
as usual, cares for no one but Will) but there are many, many hoops for them to
jump through before going too far down that road… This is just a stunningly
assured piece of writing – the worldbuilding is smart and intricate, Hannibal’s
catlike characterisation is perfect and canon elements are woven in with care
Housewarming by @wrathofthestag (Mwuahna): In this latest part of the utterly wonderful,
adorable Giving Themselves
series (in which Will and Hannibal started dating after the Tobias Budge
the boys are moving in together. And a milestone in Hannibal Lecter’s life can
mean only one thing: a big, fancy party (much to his dear Will’s horror).
Invites are sent. Caterers are hired. Booze is stockpiled (well, Will and Bedelia will be in attendance). And
shenanigans, inevitably, ensue. Not least of all when Will’s father shows up to
set the cat amongst the pigeons (and to flirt with every female in sight). I
love and adore this series with all my heart, and this latest part is no
exception. It has everything: drunken hook-ups, Will and Bedelia bitching at
each other, Mrs Komeda being fabulous, Will getting a handful of the
Hannibooty, Jimmy Price saying words… it is, in other words, utterly glorious
and I must insist that you read it. Now. Go!
The Vessel by @weconqueratdawn: Ok, I admit, I went into this assuming it was going to be
an entertainingly kinky Hannigram romp (c’mon, the tags include “Coming
Untouched,” “Threesome,” and “Wendigo porn” XD). And while plenty of kinks do
get an airing, this is a much deeper and more complex fic than I had imagined,
with an intense storyline exploring religious corruption, sexual slavery and
the power of knowledge. Will is the Vessel of the title, a slave elevated to a
sacred position within his society’s religion – which means that he suffers and
bleeds for their sins, as well as being drugged and used as part of a sexual
ritual by the holy men of his temple, including its Father, Jack (yep, there’s
a bit of Jack/Will here!). Conditioned from his childhood to believe that he is
performing a vital service for his community, doubts begin to creep into Will’s
mind when Hannibal is installed as the temple’s new seer. This is an example of
a brilliant writer taking elements of our beloved show and using them to create
something fresh, intelligent and insightful, while always remaining completely true
to the characters. It’s immensely impressive stuff that will linger in the
reader’s mind long after the last chapter.
Labyrinth by @llewcie: Labyrinth was one of my favourite movies when I was a kid. Hell,
it’s still one of my favourite movies
– the amazing songs, the adorable characters… trying to figure out which is
bigger, Bowie’s hair or his codpiece… So a Hannigram take on the 80s classic
was pretty much guaranteed to appeal, and this fic does not disappoint! Will Graham
wakes from a six-month coma to find that his father is dead and nobody seems to
remember he has a sister, Abigail. Well, no one except the strange, alluring
man sitting at his bedside – who claims to be the goblin king and that Will
must defeat his labyrinth in order to get his sister back. The genius of this
crossover AU is that, instead of a simple retread with the Hannibal characters
standing in for those from the movie, Llew carefully redesigns the ‘verse to
reflect Will and Hannibal. Which means we get a labyrinth that is much more
dangerous and threatening, a “hero” who is long on sass and short on patience,
and a “villain” whose intentions and morality are far more complex than they
first appear. Oh, and a boatload of mutual flirtation, of course.
by @weconqueratdawn with artwork by @theseavoices: I know, I know, I’m
horribly late to the party here. This is just one of those series that I’ve
been saving for special, but having been told off for my reticence by some
fellow fannibals, I mainlined the whole series in a oner. And damn, it is as
good as everyone says it is. In this AU, Will is a nineteen year old psychology
student, who requests a meeting with Hannibal to discuss some coursework.
Hannibal, impressed by the boy’s proposal, agrees to the meeting, little
knowing that he will soon be utterly, irrevocably, life-alteringly besotted by
the beautiful, confident, gender-fluid student who turns up at his office. Accompanied
by some jaw-droppingly gorgeous artwork by theseavoices, this is an utter gem,
a thing of beauty, featuring one of my all-time favourite versions of Will, who
is sharp, sexy and empowered in these stories and a total joy to read. Don’t be
like me and put off reading these – get over to ao3 and devour them now!
En Garde! by @artbyvictoriaskye (VictoriaSkyeMasters): VSM ends up on these lists pretty
much every time she writes something new because she is a complete genius of
AUs and rare pairs. Her latest is an absolute scream, taking the logical step
of pairing Mads!Rochefort with Hugh!D’Artagnan in a brilliant funny, deeply
sexy romp involving horse thievery, secretly soft villains and an impressive
amount of spanking. It begins with a typically hot-heated, self-absorbed,
vainglorious D’Artagnan once again search of adventure after his famous
adventures with the Three Musketeers… and managing only to head back to the
little village he had abandoned in search of glory. Where he makes the terrible
mistake of splashing a certain eye-patched villain with mud and not apologising for it. And we all
know what happens when you’re rude to a Mads… D’Artagnan soon finds himself a
captive of the fearsome Rochefort but, as it turns out, he might not mind it
all that much. This is easily one of my favourite fics ever, one I know I’ll be
returning to over and over again.
Sweet Sanatorium by @thewanderingcannibal
(wanderlust96): Sometime in the 1930s, a teenage Will Graham is
institutionalised at his father’s request – partly for his sexuality (at a
point in time when being gay could get you locked up) and partly for his uncanny
empathy. Fortunately for Will, his new doctor finds these aspects of his
character extremely appealing and Will soon finds himself under Doctor Lecter’s
wing (not to mention, consensually, between his legs). Unfortunately for Will, though, not everybody’s happy about
Hannibal taking favourites… One of the interesting things about Hannigram is
that, by any measure of logic or reason, being with Hannibal Lecter is a
terrible, awful, no-good decision. Except that, if you’re Will Graham, he might
also be the person who can best love, protect and cherish you. And this AU hits
that duality right on the button. It also contains a pleasing amount of murder
and mayhem, so everything you could want in your Hannigram!
Tevelis by @shiphitsthefan: Ok, daddy kink is not my favourite. It’s not that I
actively avoid it but I don’t go out of my way to find it either. And it
certainly takes something special to make me truly enjoy it. So take this as
the huge recommendation it is meant to be: I LOVED this fic. Post-fall, Will and
Hannibal are playing a game. Their usual game, aka: “Hannibal is a cryptic
bastard and Will can’t let him win.” Except this time, the stakes are even
higher than murder and entrapment – this time, the boys have been discussing
kinks, and Will’s tired of waiting for Hannibal to give. So he kidnaps a third
party, one with empathic powers to match his own and, in something of a deviation
from the usual Murder Husband M.O., doesn’t
kill him. Instead, he uses him to finally find that one little word to light Hannibal’s fire… Daddy kink is definitely the marquee attraction here but
it’s far from just a hook to entice readers. The kink is written with
imagination, inventiveness and insight, used as a means of exploring Will and
Hannibal’s dynamic as it develops into (somehow!) something even deeper and
more intimate than it was before.
Hold for Release by @sunshinexlollipops (cloudsarefluffy): In this AU, omega Will Graham
doesn’t use his empathy to consult for the FBI and BAU Chief Jack Crawford.
Instead, he uses it to write for the Virginia Tribune and editor-in-chief Jack
Crawford. This does not mean that he isn’t obsessed with the Chesapeake Ripper.
Indeed, the nigh-on admiring tone of his articles about the serial killer is
putting his job at risk. So being a sensible man who easily lets things go,
Will starts a new story about… ha ha, no, of course not. Will, being an idiot
who can’t leave well alone, takes his heat leave and his stored up vacation and
(with a little help from Chilton being his usual idiotic self) winds up on the
doorstep of one Dr Hannibal Lecter, an alpha who turns out to be quite a fan of
Will’s journalism… especially his very flattering articles about the Ripper. I
love and adore journalism AUs and the fact that this is an omegaverse version
just makes it even more entertaining. Nothing is ever quite what it seems in
this intricate and intelligent fic, with Will and Hannibal running rings round
each other and thoroughly enjoying the process.
Turn the Page by @disraeligearsgoestumblin
(DisraeliGears): I have a bone to pick with this
fic – upon heading to bed one night I needed a new fic to read, and thought I’d
get started on this. Cue me, still up at 4am, utterly unable to even think
about sleeping until I finished this masterpiece. @disraeligearsgoestumblin, I
entirely blame you for my inability to concentrate the following day! In this
canon-divergent AU, instead of marrying Molly after Hannibal is imprisoned,
Will sells everything, buys a motorbike and starts driving… and doesn’t stop
for a good couple of years. Not until he, in quick succession, realises he
wants Hannibal back, gets majestically drunk, and essentially gets adopted by a
middle-aged Mexican woman who puts him to work in her bar. This beautifully
atmospheric piece takes Will on a very different voyage of discovery than in
canon, one in which, without the distraction of his ready-made family, Will has
to confront the truth about himself and his feelings for Hannibal with rather
more honesty. And the results are… interesting, to say the least… especially
when a familiar face turns up at the bar…
One Way Out Of Many
by @hellotailor and @nakamasmile: I cannot possibly describe to you the
depth of my love for Phillip Pullman’s His
Dark Materials series of novels – I utterly, utterly adore them. So reading
this Hannigram crossover AU was a complete delight, especially given the
lovely, inventive divergence it takes from canon. Set in s1, just as the
symptoms of Will’s encephalitis are growing truly disturbing, Hannibal’s daemon
(Daiva, who takes the form of a stoat) decides that Will and his daemon (Poppy, a crow) belong to her
and Hannibal. So she sabotages Hannibal’s conspiracy with Sutcliffe, ensures
that Will gets the treatment he needs and persuades Hannibal onto a new path:
to ensnare Will via care and affection. The addition of daemons to the Hannibal
‘verse makes for a fascinating new perspective on the characters and their
relationships. And, most pleasingly, both Poppy and Daiva are utterly
fascinating creations in their own right, often getting sections written from
their own POVs and given agency and agendas of their own.
Silenceby @hotsauce418: One Eye
has been alone for a long time, believing it to be for the best and not seeing
much chance for change anyway. Until the alpha rescues a young omega named Charmont
from a cage and finds himself growing irrevocably attached to the fierce, spirited
young man to whom he lends his protection. Raised as royalty, and an alpha
besides, Char has serious issues of his own to work through, but living in close
proximity makes it hard for either man to ignore their growing attraction, and
when Char’s first heat hits, well… Soft alpha One Eye and sassy omega Char is
surely one of the greatest madancy pairings yet – they’re a beautiful example
of that contrasting yet complimentary dynamic that makes the rare pairs
phenomenon so compelling. And hotty writes them with such obvious affection and
care, it’s an absolute treat to observe. Valhalla Enchanted is a thing of
beauty and you should all treat yourselves by reading this!
An Unorthodox Dinner
by @ratbagqueen: This writer’s one and only Hannibal fic and it’s so damn
good, I can only pray they’ll bestow another on us someday! Set post-season 2,
Will is recovering from the events of Mizumono (and trying to figure out just
why the hell he seems to be missing the man who gutted him), when he receives an
invitation in a familiar, elegant hand. Hannibal, it seems, is still in
Baltimore, somehow, and still has designs on having Will for dinner. Both more
and less literally than Will fears… I rushed straight through this fic, utterly
hooked by the slowly building tension between our boys. Both characters are
beautifully rendered and the writing is pleasingly redolent of that
sinister-yet-intimate tone of the best Hannigram scenes. Although I must warn
you: anybody who has issues with seafood might want to steer clear!
As ever and always, if I’ve mistagged anyone or there are bad links, please let me know and I’ll fix them lickety-split. Until next time, lovely fannibals <3
RITUALS: Travel, instruction, study, freedom, knowledge, recovering lost items.
RITUAL FORMS: Tossing objects into the air, suspending tools in high places, fanning light objects, visualization, positive thinking.
MUSICAL INSTRUMENT: Flute, all wind instruments.
Air represents mental activity, thoughts, reason and intellect, memory, knowledge, persuasion, birth and friendship, freedom, clarification and expression. A low Air person seems without any direction and unable to define or visualize any future and can not reason out the alternatives and objectives. A high Air person is at ease in complex situations and can sit and think things through, and can carry through with decisions.
It’s feelings are moist heat, it’s season is Spring, it’s direction is East/Mental, the symbol is the Wand, Athame, or the smoke of the incense. It’s colors are White, Lt Blues, Yellows and Green. Moon phase is the first quarter and it’s time is Dawn.
Different types of Air Magick include Visualizations. An important tool in any magick work, it makes the events happen. For this type, it is important that all the other factors such as color, time, the moon phase, winds, etc. are all in balance. And to have the other tools working such as incense and candle burning, or even the right tea or wine to drink in the background. This is because you need to “fix” or “ground” the images or ideas you are using in your visualization.
As our thoughts are extremely powerful, as are our Words. Words can be put together in such a way as to form spells, or used in channeling your power. Words give rise to our desires and can be released upon the winds for attainment. Created and repeated with intensity and concentration the spoken word is a powerful magick in itself. You do not have to be an accomplished linguist, just a simple sentence will do. It creates an atmosphere of concentrated awareness and strength. Words can be used in moments of stress and fear, and will create the magick itself. It does not have to be said aloud, say them to yourself if need or want be.
Another Air Magick is Mirror Magick. It can help in overcoming inner problems and also help with difficult personal decisions. It uses both the Word and Visualization forms and can also aid in being able to visualize a future event. Sometimes, used as a Scrying Tool, in which you are able to “see” possible future events.
Air is the power of movement; of freshning and of intelligence. It’s the invisible and yet quite real mixture of gases that we breathe in every day. In magical terms, Air is also the power of the mind: the force of intellect.
“Elizabeth Nyamayaro, the brains behind the UN’s HeForShe campaign, recruited Watson — and also snagged some of corporate America’s top execs — to promote gender equality.”
What inspired you to launch HeForShe?
I joined UN Women about 11 months ago, and during my orientation, it became really clear that if we were going to advance the conversation about young women, we needed something that was going to change how we look at gender equality in a positive way. We need to make it a global issue. If it remains a women’s issue, then progress will remain slow. Men still hold power so you can’t really speak about imbalance against women without finding a way to engage men as meaningful partners.
How did you convince Emma Watson to become a spokeswoman?
There was no convincing. Which was a wonderful thing and that speaks to her passion and commitment. I approached her a few months and we started having a dialogue about her coming on as a Goodwill Ambassador. Emma struck me as someone who was fresh, passionate and intelligent.
Did you think her speech would have as big of an impact as it did?
No, it exceeded what we expected. We just didn’t know. In three days we saw the whole world light up as more than 100,000 men signed up for the HeForShe Commitment for gender equality. I would have never thought that would happen.“
Read the full interview and see Watson’s speech here
Zootopia/Robin Hood Fan Fiction: Take a Stand by CreweFox (AKA Garouge Faux)
(Author’s note/ So this is chapter 1 of my Zootopia/Robin hood fanfic called take a stand. There is only zootopia characters in this first chapter plus a few other disney cameos but I wanted to give you guys a preview. I still have to finish my steven universe fic first then I can dedicate all my attention to this, please enjoy and offer your opinion!!!!)
Chapter 1- Honesty
“Ugh, I thought that shift would never end.” Judy groaned as
she pulled into the underground parking lot of ZPD’s precinct 1.
“Do my ears deceive me? But did officer fluff just say she
disliked serving the mammals of Zootopia?” Her partner, the ever charming Nick
Wilde, teased from the passenger seat “For shame, Carrots, for shame.”
“Very funny Nick,” Judy brushed off as she parked the squad
car “but even you have to admit today’s patrol was boring, actually this last
week has been a complete snore.”
“It just means the ZPD is good at it’s job, I mean aren’t
you always saying we should make the world a better place. News flash Carrots;
it’s a better place.” Nick replied, taking off his aviator sunglasses and
tucking them into his breast pocket.
“Yeah but I miss the buzz of chasing after a crook or
looking for clues.” Judy responded, switching off the engine.
“Well you’ve jinxed us now.” Nick sighed playfully as he
unfastened his seatbelt and got out of the car.
“Oh really?” Judy smirked dubiously as she hopped down from
her specially elevated seat.
“Just you watch sweetheart; come Monday morning Bogo’s gonna’
swamp us with a mountain of case files.” Nick smiled, walking towards the
stairs with his shorter partner following beside him.
“That sounds like heaven.” Judy said with a hopeful voice.
Nick let out a little chuckle before saying “You and me have
very different ideas of heaven Carrots.”
It had just been over a year since Nick had graduated the
academy and already he had become an integral part of precinct 1. Nick was a
joker and a trickster but he had a big heart, he was never too busy to help a
fellow officer. He had the charms and intelligence that fresh rookies looked up
to and street wise experience cops respected; Judy was absolutely right when
she said Nick would make a good cop. Judy’s mind wandered as they made their
way up the concrete stairwell up to the ground floor Has it already been a year? Wow; where did the time go? Oh yeah now I
remember; working, exercising and hanging out with Nick…but just hanging out
Judy glanced up at Nick briefly as her mind continued it’s wandering Stop it Judy, he’s your best friend and your
partner, don’t screw it up. Besides you don’t even now that he’s into
interspecies dating and even he is, is he into me?
She was brought back out of her thoughts when Nick asked “So
are you coming out with me and Clawhauser for a drink?”
“Sorry but I’ve already got plans, it’s Francine’s
bachelorette party tonight.” Judy replied with a little flicker of excitement
in her voice.
“Oh yeah I remember you saying, how many of you are going
again?” Nick asked, as they made their way their through the main lobby.
“Nine of us from the precinct and her two sisters, we’re
hitting the clubs downtown, should be a good night.” Judy answered, smiling.
“Just go easy on the booze will ya’? You can be a little
crazy on a big night out.” Nick cautioned.
“Pfft, when have I ever gone crazy whilst I was out
partying?” Judy scoffed.
“Clawhauser’s birthday last month.” Nick reminded dryly.
“That was one time.” Judy played down.
“New Years Eve.” Nick pointed out.
“Everyone else was drunk to.” Judy made an excuse, the skin
on the inside ears blushing slightly.
“The night I graduated from the academy.” Nick added with a
“Well…Ok I admit I can go a little overboard.” Judy
“Just promise me you’ll eat something before you go hitting
the vodka,” Nick said, noticing the night shift cop was at the front desk,
meaning Clawhauser was probably in the locker room “and drink a bottle of water
between every three drinks.”
“Yes Dad.” Judy replied jokingly. “Say you doing anything
tomorrow? We could catch a movie?”
“Maybe in the evening, I got to go see someone in the
daytime.” Nick answered.
“Anyone I know?” Judy asked, a little curious.
“Nah you wouldn’t know her.” Nick replied absentmindedly.
Her? Judy thought
with a little pang of jealousy hitting her in the stomach “Oh.” She sounded as
she stopped in her tracks.
Nick turned and noticed the strange look on his best
friend’s face for a few seconds and was about to say something when an excited
shrill of “Judy!” could be heard across from the precinct lobby, the pair
turned to see a gleeful lioness officer jogging over to them.
“Hey Nala.” Judy greeted, glad of the feline’s interruption
in the awkward moment.
“Me and the girls are getting ready to prank Francine in the
locker room, you coming?” The giddy Lioness asked, Nala Priderock had graduated
with Nick and had been assigned to Francine as her partner, the 28 year old was
competitive and a trickster like Nick so when she heard Francine was getting
hitched she had been concocting schemes to prank her partner with.
“Sure,” Judy replied before turning to Nick and saying “I’ll
text you tomorrow.”
As Judy made her way to the female locker room Nick shouted
after his partner “Remember Carrots; food before booze.” He got no response as
Judy and Nala entered their locker room, Nick let out a worried sigh and made
his way to the male locker room What was
with that look she gave me? Nick thought as he opened the door to the
locker room Did I say something to tick
her off? But his train of thought was broken as he came to his locker to
see Benjamin Clawhauser on the bench beside the lockers with his head in his
paws quietly sobbing. “Spots?” Nick asked, his voice concerned whilst making
his way over to his friend.
Clawhauser looked up from his paws with big watery eyes and
“What happened?” Nick asked in a soothing tone, he really
was worried; he had never seen the ever happy cheetah so upset before.
“It’s nothing.” Clawhauser tried to brush off, wiping away
“You can’t kid a kidder, Benny my boy.” Nick called on the
Clawhauser gave a defeated grunt before saying “Fine I’ll
tell you but first I need drink.”
Twenty minutes later Nick and Clawhauser were sat at the bar
of the ‘Champion’ pub, a sports pub not far from the precinct that was a
favoured watering hole for Zootopia’s finest. Clawhauser and Nick were out of
their uniforms and in their usual duds; the cheetah dressed in a black t shirt
and jeans whilst the fox was in his trademark green Hawaiian shirt, purple striped
tie and beige trousers. It was only 7pm so the place wasn’t lively yet, the
only other people in the bar was the owner Gina ‘Gompers’ Ramirez, a goat with
brown fur and too many ear piercings and her faithful bouncer William ‘Waddles’
Pines, a tough looking pig was hanging around by the door texting on his phone.
“So are you going to tell me what’s eating you Spots?” Nick
asked, taking a swig from his pint of pilsner.
“I just had a rough day.” Clawhauser tried to dismiss,
nursing his own beer.
“But you love your job on the front desk, what happened? Did
a perp say something to you?” Nick asked, trying to figure out what had made he
friend so depressed.
“It happened before work, before I even left the house.”
Clawhauser sighed before taking a small sip of his drink.
“Come on Benny, you can tell me and if I can help; I will.”
Clawhauser gave a sideways glance with his sad eyes and
muttered “I appreciate the offer Nick but I don’t think anyone can help.”
“Try me.” Nick gave a reassuring smile.
Clawhauser knew his friend wasn’t going to drop the issue so
he decided to spill the beans after another sigh “I broke up with my boyfriend
Nick saw the pain on Clawhauser’s face and replied sincerely
“So am I.” Clawhauser responded before taking glug of beer.
“I mean me and Judy guessed you were dating someone but you
never said anything about this guy.” Nick continued.
“Believe me, I wanted to tell you and Judy, I wanted to tell
all of my friends and my Dad but I couldn’t” Clawhauser regretted.
“But why?” Nick asked, perplexed.
“This guy wasn’t public about his sexuality, I was his
little secret.” Clawhauser replied bitterly.
“Why did you even go out with a guy like that? I mean you’ve
always been open about who you are so why’d you date someone who wasn’t even
honest with himself?” Nick asked, feeling the urge to punch the guy who hurt
“Because I had a crush on this guy for two years before we started
dating,” Clawhauser answered, ticked off at himself “when we started out I
thought I was the luckiest mammal alive and now I feel like the unluckiest.”
“I’m so sorry Benjamin.” Nick apologised.
Clawhauser turned to look at the fox, knowing it was rare
for Nick to call anyone by their first name it was always a nickname,
Clawhauser cracked his first smile of the day and said “Thanks Nick.”
“So who is this Cheetah?” Nick asked with curiousity.
Clawhauser looked uncomfortable for a moment before
answering in a quiet voice “He’s not a Cheetah.”
“Ok.” Nick reacted, not surprised which in turn surprised
“That doesn’t shock you?” Clawhauser asked, a little
“You’re not the only one who dates people outside their
species.” Nick assured with a grin, taking another sip of beer.
“Glad to know I’m not the only one at ZPD, well at least
publicly.” Clawhauser commented.
“A-ha! That means your ex boyfriend is a cop.” Nick deduced,
smug as ever.
“…Dang it.” Clawhauser grumbled before trying to change the
subject “So you’re an ‘Inter’ to huh?”
“What’s an ‘Inter’?” Nick asked, letting Clawhauser play his
“That’s what we call ourselves and the media have taken a
shining to the name to. So are you dating some pretty lady that isn’t quite
vulpine?” Clawhauser asked with a slightly teasing voice.
“Nah, not at the moment and my last girlfriend was a Fox but
that ended very, very badly. But my first few girlfriends weren’t.” Nick
“And you’re open with being an ‘Inter’?” Clawhauser asked.
“Yeah, I saw no reason to hide it. My Mom was cool with it,
I got teased by friends for a while but that died down.” Nick explained.
“Does Judy know?” Clawhauser asked further.
“She never asked.” Nick shrugged off.
“Nick.” Clawhauser huffed with disappointment.
“What?” Nick sounded but he knew what the feline was hinting
“Don’t you think that’s something you should share with her?
I mean if she knows you’re into different species you two could be together.”
Clawhauser pointed out.
“And here I was thinking we were talking about you and your
mystery ex.” Nick gave a sly smile.
“Stop dodging the topic.” Clawhauser said, sounding serious.
“You first.” Nick rebuffed, the two stared at each other for
ten or so seconds before Nick stole a look at the clock above and idea popped
into his head “Hey Spot’s see that clock?”
Clawhauser looked up at the clock, that read 7.09 pm and
said “What about it?”
“I’ll make you a deal, when the clock hits 7.10 you can ask
me whatever you want until 7.15.” Nick offered with his usual charm.
“But?” Clawhauser sounded, knowing there was a catch.
“Then until 7.20 I get ask you anything, ten minutes of
honesty. What do you say?” The ex-conman smirked.
Clawhauser weighed up his options as he watched the seconds
tick closer and closer to ten past seven before finally submitting “Deal.”
“Ok, shoot. I won’t hold back.” Nick grinned.
“Do you like Judy romantically?” Clawhauser went straight
for the juicy question.
Nick predicted he would ask this but still begrudgingly
“I knew it!” Clawhauser squealed with delight, finally
sounding like his usual joyful self. “WildeHopps has hope!”
“WildeHopps?” Nick queried, signalling Gina to pour them two
“Yeah that’s what your shippers call you.” Clawhauser
purred, finishing off his pint “Well me and Nala call you two that.”
“So Nala wants me and carrots to hook up to?” Nick was
little surprised, the lioness didn’t seem like a romantic.
“Don’t distract me I have more questions,” Clawhauser
replied “So why haven’t you asked her out yet?”
“A few reasons,” Nick admitted “I guess the number one
reason is I don’t know she’s into other species.”
“And?” Clawhauser pressed, knowing there was more.
“There’s the age gap; I’m thirty three and she’s twenty
five.” Nick answered, picturing Judy’s youthful face.
“And yet she’s so more mature than you.” Clawhauser teased.
“So what’s the third reason?”
Nick paused and thought about his answer before saying in a
vulnerable voice “She’s the best thing in my life, she changed my life…I’m
scared that if I make a move she’ll disappear from my life completely or even
worse it will be this constant awkward air that hang around us forever.”
“Yeah that would be awful.” Clawhauser sympathised before adding
another question “So when did you know? That you liked her?”
“Liked or Loved?” Nick asked back
“You love her!?” Clawhauser gasped, nearly spilling his
“Come on Spots, of course I love Carrots.” Nick tried to
calm his friend down, the sudden outburst from the feline caused a puzzled look
from Gina behind the bar.
“So when? Come on I need details!” Clawhauser encouraged.
“It was whilst I was at the academy the day before the final
exam,” Nick recalled, smiling at the memory “I was in my bunk nervous as hell
and too worried to fall asleep that’s when I get a text telling me to look
outside my window, I peek outside and there’s officer Fluff in the parking lot.
I go out to meet her and she leads me to the obstacle course and we just
talked, she calmed my nerves and that was it. I saw her eyes, those purple, no,
amethyst eyes look at me with such kindness I never got from anyone outside my
family. I always had a crush on Carrots but at that moment I knew I was doomed;
I had fallen in love.”
“Awwww.” Clawhauser cooed “But you’re not doomed Nick.”
“I’m in love with my best friend and I’m terrified if I make
one move she’ll disappear from my life forever so I reiterate; I’m doomed.”
Nick hammered home.
“Judy likes you I mean it’s so clear to see.” Clawhauser reasoned “I mean
you fight like a married couple, you
talk like best friends, you flirt like first loves, and protect each other like
siblings, obviously it’s meant to be.”
Nick gave a frown and replied “You got that
from the internet.”
“It doesn’t make it any less true.” Clawhauser
Nick looked up at the clock and let out a
little chuckle when he saw it read 7.15 “Time’s up Spots; time for me to interrogate
you.” He sniggered.
The Cheetah let out an audible ‘Humph’ and
said “Go on then.” Knowing the first question that was going to come out of
“Who’s your mystery ex boyfriend?” Nick asked
taking hold of his fresh pint that Gina just put in front of him before giving
Clawhauser his beer.
“Mason.” Clawhauser said, his voice soaked
“Who the heck is Mason?” Nick asked, sipping
his beer whilst trying to think of a cop called Mason in the precinct.
“Mason Bogo.” Clawhauser revealed, looking
into his drink.
Nick’s eyes grew wide with shock, he spurted
the beer he had his mouth all over the bar and barked
with disbelief “The Chief!?”
“Nick what the hell?!” Gina chastised
grabbing a washcloth and began to wipe away the spat out beverage “I just
cleaned up this place.”
“Sorry Gompers, I just got surprised is all.”
Nick apologised and defused before turning back to Clawhauser and harshly
whispering “You were dating Bogo?”
“Yeah.” Clawhauser answered in tone which was
both shy and woeful.
“He’s gay? He’s Inter?” Nick asked quietly
with a shocked voice.
“He’s in the closet.” Clawhauser pointed out
“No shit, so why the hell were you with him?”
Nick asked wondering why his friend would ever be in a relationship with
someone who wasn’t open about their sexuality.
“Because I was in love with him long before
we started seeing each other.” Clawhauser let the truth come to light.
“But how? When?” Nick asked in quick
succession, hungry for answers.
“Just over a year ago at the Gazelle concert,
do you remember seeing me and Mason there?” Bogo asked, his eyes staring into
space as he envisioned Bogo and him dancing together.
“Yeah but I thought it was just a
coincidence.” Nick figured.
Clawhauser let out a tiny smile before
recalling “I was at the front desk back at the precinct, Bogo walked by the
front desk and dropped off some case files for me to send down to archives but
as flicked through them I found a ticket for the Gazelle concert with a post it
note on it saying ‘Dance with me - M.B’, I thought I was dreaming, that night I
went to the concert and I spotted him right away, he looked at me and smiled…he
smiled Nick, do you know how special that made me feel?”
“You must have felt on top of the world Benny
my boy.” Nick guessed, noting the mournful tint in his friend’s voice.
“I was, we both were. We danced through that
whole concert and afterward….” Clawhauser drifted off, growing shy.
“And afterward?” Nick pressed.
“We went back to my apartment and we spent
the night together.” Clawhauser sheepishly confessed.
“So what happened? If you both liked each other
why did you have to split up?” Nick asked a question he knew would hurt
Clawhauser but he needed to know.
Clawhauser let out another loud sigh before
elaborating “He always stayed at my place, never at his to avoid the media
getting wind of our relationship, it had been like this for year. Secret dates,
sneaking off during lunch hour and staying at my place…I was getting sick of
it. I wanted Mason to meet my Dad, I told him my Dad was supportive of who I
was and wouldn’t care about me dating a buffalo but he didn’t see it the same
“What happened?” Nick asked, needing to know.
“He laughed at me.” Clawhauser whispered
letting a tear fall from his eye.
“He did what?!” Nick let out a quiet growl,
baring his fangs.
“Mason…Bogo laughed at me, he said that our
relationship wasn’t serious that it was just sex, that there was no way he’d
ever go public about being with me.” Clawhauser revealed.
Nick was silent for a few seconds, letting
the rage burn for a moment before saying in a still but angry voice “That
bastard, what happened next?”
“What did you expect to happen I marched over
to him and said ‘Either we go public or it’s over’ and then…t-then….”
Clawhauser began to choke up with tears.
“Then what?” Nick asked with strange combo of
sympathy and simmering anger.
“He threw the spare key I gave him on the
kitchen table and left without a word, he just left.” Clawhauser sobbed quietly
before taking another glug of the pilsner.
“Benjamin look at me,” Nick instructed,
sounding serious, the spotted cat proceeded to look at him and Nick continued “that
pile of crap isn’t worth your tears, you are an amazing guy and out there in
this crazy city is a man you deserve; not Mason Bogo.”
“But I love him Nick,” Clawhauser choked “it
hurts so much.”
“Love’s a two way street Spots, it feels
great while you’re driving along but it can hurt like hell when you hit
oncoming traffic.” Nick tried to be poetic.
“Not your best analogy.” Clawhauser let out a
Nick proceeded to raise his glass and
announce “To love; the biggest punch in the gut you can get.”
Clawhauser raised his own pint and gave a
woeful grin “To love.”
Nick and Clawhauser had three more pints
after that, not enough to be drunk but definitely not safe to drive. Clawhauser
caught a cab home, whilst Nick walked back to his bachelor pad getting a
cricket burger along the way; the long work day had finally got to him and he
decided to brush his teeth and head straight to bed where he slept soundly like
a little fox kit….until 5.13 am. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. The unmistakeable sound
of his apartment door knocking shocked Nick out of bed, Nick quickly put on his
trousers he left lying on the wood flooring rushed out into the hallway to the
front door, he looked through the peep hole to see a familiar face, it was
Officer Delgato a big burly Lion from the ZPD, Nick remembered he had been
assigned to night shift this week. He quickly opened the door to his colleague and
asked with yawn “Delgato? What are you doing here?”
“Sorry Wilde,” Delgato opened before looking
down “but I can’t throw in her in the drunk tank.” Nick followed the Lion’s
gaze and felt a mix of amusement, embarrassment and worry all in one second.
Handcuffed to Delgato’s wrist was Judy, her eyes barely open, swaying to and
fro, reeking of alcohol, she was dressed in a black skirt with a pink t shirt
with the words ‘Francine’s bachelorette entourage!!!’ and to top it off there
was a small orange traffic cone placed on her head.
“Heeeeey N-nick, look at me I’m the vodka
wiiiiitch!!!” Judy slurred, flaying her hands like she was casting some spell.
I normally do not post religious stuff, because … well, lots of obvious reasons.
But I had to post this.
In this 5 minute video we see Matthew Vines, an openly gay biblical scholar and devout Christian, as he shoots down the notion that the Bible is explicitly against homosexuality.
I love it.
A lot of Christians seem to be angry about this, but that’s to be expected. New, fresh, modern (i.e. intelligent) interpretations of these words are bound to ruffle some feathers.
If you’re not a Christian, or a person of faith, that’s totally cool – but I’m pretty sure you’ll agree that this is a step in the right direction for the church.
“But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you,” ~Matthew 5:44
Even if Christians think gays are the enemy, God tells them that they should still treat them with love and respect. If any Christian tells you otherwise, just throw Matthew 5:44 in their face and watch them crumble.
I firmly believe a Christian’s only job is to fill their hearts with love towards everyone around them. I personally support Gay marriage, and I do not feel in any way that it conflicts with my spiritual beliefs.
If a Christian does anything but love the people around them, they are twisting God’s word to justify hate–and that is seriously not okay.
Anyway, I’m done. Again, I don’t like to talk about religion much, because that usually just leads to lots of attacks. All I’m saying is that my God teaches me to love everyone. Anytime I deviate from that path, it's my fault, and I need to own up to that.
….aaaaaaaaaand I’m done. Now back to making music and/or watching ponies.
Any student of history and culture eventually learns two grand lessons: 1) we probably gained intelligence from a Kubrickian alien monolith (or “evolution” or “sex with Denisovans” or whatever), and 2) if you put a monkey in your movie it’ll be a smash hit (just like in comics!)
Apes grace the entire sweep of cinema, because no one can deny the powerful appeal of a furry simian on a screen doing stuff. That’s why this design brings together the famous apes of films past with the video-preserving tech that keeps them fresh and hyper-intelligent in our minds. Because even as Andy Serkis’ incredible thespian chops replace the practice of casting actual animals/dudes in furry outfits, no one ever forgets their first practical, magical “HENDERSON.” [GET IT HERE]