i found something good about mondays now


It has been a while since I felt inclined to post something about tales from the crypt, but found myself getting a little snarky over some posts and anon’s, so I decided to let it all hang out on this fine Monday. Fair warning….some things here will not be politically correct, so for those with sensitivities to certain topics, you might want to scroll on by right now.

First…the good stuff. I absolutely loved seeing the IG posts from our dreamy duo yesterday! They looked so relaxed and happy, that I wanted to put on some sunglasses and have some wine in the snow. (We actually had snow here in SC yesterday, so I officially had a snow day, even though nothing stuck where I live!). More importantly, I am simply giddy that they are ensconced in SA, and now hard at work bringing my favorite book in the OL series to life. And, according to our shipper brother MBR….this will be some difficult shooting coming up, so I am ok with a little silence from time to time right now because they are WORKING….so all is good on that front.

Now, on to the tabloid fodder. As everyone knows, I have absolutely zero interest in famewhores….yes, that’s right…fame whores. And, if you watch SM or reality TV, you know who they are. Not a slam, but simple facts. If anyone believes for one minute that these people will fade into the sunset, it just won’t happen. But, how we react to such nonsense dictates how we see and feel about such games, and I laugh and shake my head more than you know these days!

I was not surprised that Sandstorm Skipper showed up yesterday. I don’t follow her, but her IG posts are all the same….and that is hysterical to me. Always Daisy dukes, that hideous hair, arms outstretched….hell,…even I can understand why this career is in the tank! I have more moves getting out of the shower than this poor chick! And, I loved the fact that the photographer outed the location and she went back and geo-tagged her own…..oops!….so much for that SA innuendo! Of course what is a girl to do when your alleged bf is hanging out and drinking wine with his hot costar in an exotic country! Nothing like quicksand to put some pep in your step….don’t you think?!?

At the end of the day, this farce will play out, and believe me…it WILL play out. In the meantime, no more eggshells….call this shit out based on what you see. And for the anon’s and antis who want to admonish the wonderful shipsters here for discussing anything….go f*ck yourselves. The days of hypocrisy are over. Fanning in any format is a two way street, so be careful what you wish for. Of course, they have to be careful as well. I occasionally lurk, and read one “other side” comment that said “they were glad Sam found a girl on his level because Cait was too sophisticated for him”…Wth??? I guess they were implying that Sam was smart to trade in “couture and class” for “kale and kohl”! (Crédit to one of my fellow shipsters for K&K,😚😚😂😂)! And, the implication was that Sam really should stay in the D-List level…..such wonderful support!

As for me, I am all about the luxury liner, and that is Sam and Cait. And, i am sure we will see more in the future, as @fromheretoeternity1121 outlined in her post yesterday. But, it will still be bs….after all, it is hard to get rid of poor on your shoe.

Happy Monday sweet shipsters! Long live all things Sam and Cait….no litter box needed!😙😍😊

The Past is a Different Country

Part One can be found here: http://robinine-blog.tumblr.com/post/165123148588/the-past-is-a-different-country

Part Two is here: http://robinine-blog.tumblr.com/post/165160561770/the-past-is-a-different-country

Part Three is here: http://robinine-blog.tumblr.com/post/165268449865/the-past-is-a-different-country

Chapter Four - A Mad Scientist appears

“What do we do? What do we do?”

“We lost Dewey!”

“Uncle Donald!”



Dewey stumbled backwards, almost falling.

He blinked in confusion, gone were the heavy curtains, murky atmosphere and dark wooden walls, instead there was silver chrome and bright buzzing lights.

“Huey? Louie? Webby?” He was alone.

“Anybody?” His voice echoed, and he winced.

He looked around the room, but apart from a few tables, chairs and a large white board, there was nothing.

He took a breath. Forced himself to some semblance of calm. He was alone, so what? He had been lost before. Uncle Donald always found him.

He pulled out his phone and stared at it in annoyance. No bars. “Why can’t you ever work you stupid thing.” Hitting it on the floor a few times for good measure and throwing it across the room.

He fell backwards, and stared at the flickering ceiling light. Zip. Zap. Zip zip zap.

“Think Dewey think, what would Uncle Scrooge do?” He snorted, “Make a dramatic pose and leap into action? Ramble on about some legendary treasure?” He rolled over and looked at the door.

“Uncle Donald…” He sighed, and rocketed back to his feet. The amulet bounced against his chest, and he tried to grab it. It slipped through his fingers.

“Wait. How does that work?” He ran his fingers over the cord around his neck, and the grey stone tablet. He could feel it there, but every time he tried to gasp it, it would slip through his fingers. “Weird.” He commented. “Well at least I’m not going to lose you.”

He tried the door, luckily it wasn’t locked. He poked his head out into the corridor, looking both ways to see nothing but an endless hallway with doors that were ever so helpfully marked as 7.4, 7.13 and 7.5

He scooted along, glaring at the senseless numbers and wishing Huey was here. He at least might see a pattern.

“Where is everyone?” Dewey wondered, after looking in his third empty room.


Dewey jumped at the sound.


He spun around, hearing the approach of distant mumbling.


Uh oh. Hide?


Dewey darted in the nearest room, crawling under a table.

Beeep, beep.

“I’m not here, I’m not here…”

Beep beep beep!

“Ah!” He screamed.

“Ah!” The old duck jumped a mile, grabbing his chest and dropping the beeping device. “Ah ha! I found… Donald?”

Dewey stared in disbelief. “Uncle Ludwig?”

Ludwig adjusted his glasses and stared at Dewey. “You are not my Donald.”

Dewey trembled, “Don’t you remember me?” He wasn’t going to cry, he wasn’t.

“Not yet dear Nephew, you have Chronon particles!” The professor declared, picking up the slightly battered silver box, which beeped as soon as Ludwig pointed it at Dewey.

Dewey crossed his eyes looking at the device. “Is that bad?”

“Yes! No! Well… we don’t know yet. You are out of time!” Ludwig declared, waving his finger at Dewey.

“What! No! I’m too young to die!” Dewey jumped up, banging his head on the table.

Ludwig chuckled, “No, no, no. I mean you’re jumped rivers, you’ve fallen down the wrong trouser leg, you wandered out of your time and landed where you shouldn’t be.”

Dewey blinked, rubbing his head. “You mean it worked? I really travelled in time?”

“Ah ha!” The old duck proclaimed, making Dewey jump. “You are wearing the Amulet of Kairos!”

Dewey glanced down, and rubbed the old amulet “Webby said it was the Amulet of Kronos.”

“No no no no no! Kronos would hardly approve of you jumping out of time. But now I have a question, not mein Donald, Who are you being?”

“Dewey Duck. Donald is my uncle.” Dewey explained.

“You mean you are one of Della’s adorable little egglets?” Ludwig asked, knelling down so he was on Dewey’s level and taking a close look.

Dewey shifted uneasily from foot to foot. “I guess?”

Ludwig grinned and shook his head, “Well you certainly look like a McDuck. Scrooge is going to be gloating.”

Dewey tilted his head. “You said I look like Uncle Donald.”

“And who does your Uncle Donald look like?” Ludwig asked.

“Oh.” Dewey frowned. “I didn’t think of that.”

Ludwig poked him in the chest. “Now my little kinder, what would you be doing here.”

“Saving Mom?” Dewey offered, then clapped a hand over his beak. He hadn’t meant to say that.

“Ha!” Ludwig exclaimed, “You are being here to change the future! So first, we must get you to your mutter, yes?”


“You are being in luck!”

“Yes! I am going to save Mom!” Dewey proclaimed. “This is awesome!”

“This is not awesome.” Dewey declared, staring in horror at the disguise his uncle had found.

“It is the uniform of all junior adventurers!” Professor Von Drake declared.

Dewey tugged on the heavily starched shirt, and the stiff waistcoat, glaring at the little strap of material he thought was maybe a tie. “It’s too big.”

“You’ll grow into it!” Uncle Ludwig declared, pulling the shirt over Dewey’s head.

Dewey squeaked as his head popped out, the long sleeves flapping about as he gestured “I don’t think I have that much height in me!”

Ludwig tilted his head, “Hum… It may be a mite too large.” He helped Dewey roll up the sleeves. “But that’s the genius in my plan! No one will look twice at an adventurous intern in oversized clothes.”

“Intern.” Dewey echoed. “What’s an intern?”

Ludwig hummed, straightening Dewey’s shirt and wrapping the thin tie around Dewey’s neck. “Think gofer.” And tied a knot.

“Um…” Dewey crossed his eyes trying to see what Ludwig was doing.

“You will run about taking messages and paperwork from one office to another.” Ludwig explained, patting the bowtie down and offering the waistcoat.

“But… Mom?”

“Trust the plan.” Ludwig pulled a ID badge out, pinned it to Dewey’s chest and patted him on the head.

Dewey ducked his head and checked the badge. “Deuteronomy Drake? What kind of name is Deuteronomy?”

“My great great uncle was called Deuteronomy.”

“I am not liking this plan.” Dewey frowned.

“It’ll be good for you.” Ludwig said as he straighten Dewey’s clothes.

Dewey stared at him. Running the words through his head again. No, they really didn’t make sense, he hadn’t misheard. “But why?”

“Now remember if Scroogey doesn’t call today…?” Ludwig asked.

“I’m to come down to your lab.” Dewey pouted.

“I’ve told Mrs Spendthrift you’re expected to help out when Scrooge calls for adventure, so she’ll send you over to Donald before he leaves.” Ludwig explained, again.

“I know!”

“Do I get a hug?” Ludwig asked, opening his arms.

Dewey hesitated only briefly before flinging himself at the old duck. “Thanks for everything Uncle Professor”

Ludwig smelled as he always did, of dusty feathers, smoke and peppermint. Dewey breathed it in gratefully. He wasn’t entirely alone.

“What do we do? What do we do?” Webby screamed, running circles around Huey and Louie.

“We have to tell Uncle Donald.” Huey stated, trying to be calm and reasonable. While keeping a death grip on Louie’s hoodie.

“We can’t tell Uncle Donald! He’ll have mental breakdown!” Louie cried, his voice reaching a new pitch.

Webby stopped and grabbed Louie’s hood, lifting and shaking the youngest. “Then we have to tell Scrooge!” She yelled.

“Maybe he’s okay?” Louie tried..

Webby screamed,  "Yes! He touched the Amulet of Kronos and disappeared in a flash of light! It’s okay, it’s time travel, it’ll bring him right back" she stopped to grasp in a breath, and stared intently at the spot Dewey had vanished from. “Any moment now…”

“Webby… I don’t think he’s coming back.” Huey said, his feathers drooping.

“But he has to… ”

“We need to tell Uncle Donald.”


It was a Saturday. Dewey now felt incredibly silly for panicking at all the empty offices.

Mrs Spendthrift had regarded Professor Von Drake with the same flat look Uncle Donald tended to give Uncle Scrooge whenever the older duck suggested something, before looking Dewey over.

“Couldn’t you have at least found him clothes that fit Professor?” She asked.

“Er…” Uncle Ludwig coughed “no…?” He chuckled nervously, “But it’s fine, the little kinder is good, aren’t you Deuteronomy?”

“I hate that name.” Dewey pouted, pulling his sleeve up again.

“Alright Mr Drake. Next time, I want you in clothes that fit. If you don’t have anything suitable, come in Monday and we’ll find something.”

“Thank you!” Dewey exclaimed, hugging the stern older duck.

“Danke Mabel. You’re a real lifesaver.” Uncle Ludwig said, “Now be good nephew! I want to hear all about it when next I see you!”

And Ludwig fled the scene.

Dewey laughed, “He’s not good with kids, is he?” Stepping back to look at Mrs Spendthrift.

“That duck…” she shook her head, but smiled fondly. “For now…” she tapped her chin, “Ms Petrel always needs help. And I bet the Professor forgot to pack your lunch.”

Dewey glanced down, and shuffled his feet, “I kinda didn’t get breakfast either.”

“Well, we had best get you down to Ms Petrel straight away. I just know she has some snacks hidden away in her desk.” Mrs Spendthrift herded Dewey out of her office and down the stairs.

The room Dewey was ushered into, was an open office, there was easily two dozen desks, all with piles of papers and folders in various states of organisation.

Only two of the desks had occupants, the messiest desk had a delicate looking black bird, with stripes of white down her arms, and a long pointed beak. Opposite her, was an marmalade cat, in a scruffy looking shirt and battered bowler hat.

“Lucy? Present for you.” Mrs Spendthrift called.

“Just a minute.” The seabird said, holding up a finger before looking over. “Present?”

The cat chuckled. “You got her a minion?”

Ms Petrel smiled, looking amused, “I’m a little young for a kid Bels.”

“Our mad professor forgot to feed him. Could you look after him?” Mrs Spendthrift asked.

The storm petrel leapt off her stool, and made her way through the desks, proving to only being a head taller than Dewey. She glanced at his name badge and laughed. “Got a nickname Double Dee? I don’t think I can wrap my tongue around that mouthful.”

“I’m Dewey” Dewey shoved his hand out. His sleeve had rolled down again, leaving a lengthy stretch of fabric draping over his hand.

“Dewey.” She grinned. “You can call me Lucy. I got a spare shirt that should fit you better than that monstrosity, if you’d like?”

“Sure.” He glanced at her outfit, a shimmering violet puffy blouse, then back down at his sleeves. “It can’t be worse, can it?” He looked up at Mrs Spendthrift.

“It can always get worse Mr Drake. But we’ll see you through.” She patted him on the head. “Send him back about three. I have some files I need taking over to the twins.”

Lucy saluted. “Got it Bels. I’ll keep him busy in the meantime.”

Dewey tried not to sigh. Worse plan ever!

As the door closed behind Mrs Spendthrift, Lucy grinned at him. “Cheer up Mini Dew, we have double chocolate chip cookies”

Ok, maybe it wasn’t so bad.

This was bad.

Louie tried to ignore the way his hoodie twisted in Huey’s hand. Huey hadn’t actually let go since Dewey vanished.

Uncle Donald was going to panic.

Webby was already panicking. She kept pacing back and forth between them and the way ahead, muttering to herself and somehow going twice their speed.

Huey was dragging Louie, and all Louie could think about was the look on Donald’s face when he said Mom was gone.

This was going to be a thousand times worse.

Dewey was gone.

It didn’t compute, it didn’t make sense. Dewey couldn’t be gone.

They could get him back, right?

There had to be some other magical dohickey, right?

Dewey couldn’t be gone.

“Where’s Dewey?” Louie jerked his head up at the question he had been dreading, a lie on the tip of his tongue.

“He’s gone!” Webby wailed, “Dewey picked up the Amulet of Kronos and now he’s lost in time!”

“What!?” The look on uncle Donald’s face was worse than he had imagined.

Dewey glanced at the directions again, an envelope tucked under his arm.

“I think I want to go right…?” He wondered, as he turned onto a dock.

“En guard!” A familiar voice yelled. There was a clang of metal, an excited yell.

Dewey looked up and stared. “Uncle Donald?” He whispered, as a pair of ducks circled each other with swords drawn.

“Give up Don, you’re not winning this one.”

“Mom!?” Dewey clutched the envelope.

The pair of ducks turned to him.

Dewey fainted.

Enjoy @donaldtheduckdad @miilkydayz

Chapter 27

*Three Years Later*


“Baby! Can you get Silver some juice!” I screamed from my vanity as I finished up my makeup.

I was running late for this meeting, and I still had to take Silver over to Mama J’s. The past three years have been mysteriously quiet. Robin and Chris finalized their divorce about a month after he met Odell that day. At first he was sad about it, but with time he got better with it. Silver Kaoni Brown was born July 16th at 9:30pm weighing in at 7 pounds 8 ounces.

She’s 2 now going on 25 and driving me up a wall guys, but that’s my baby.

After Silver was born Chris and I got back together, and it’s been really good. Robin’s still with Odell and they seem happy. She and I have our differences from time to time because she feels like it’s the Robin show. I have no time for her shit though, my life is really good now and I’d like to keep it that way for the long hall.

“Rue where my- damn you look good as fuck baby” Chris said coming up to me kissing my neck from behind.

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