Batsinnappies - Ed - Comms Open!

PSA for Switch owners

The latest 11.0 update means that Google Analytics is a thing on the switch and turned on. What that means is that Nintendo has a deal with Google to share with them your data for advertisement purposes.

To turn it off

go to the eShop

go to your profile where your funds and account info is

go down to the bottom of the page

there you will see “Google Analytics Preferences”

select the Change

select “Don’t Share”

Please spread the word. Really shitty of Nintendo to just quietly start allowing Google to spy on users for advertising.

I feel like when I say ‘relatable’ what I really mean is ‘resonant.’ I don’t want characters who I feel are like me, I want characters who have emotions so strong I can feel them through the page.

I can't believe its going to end....

Tune in on April 8th for the final episode of The Owl House !!!!

For 2025 I want to give you all the best advice I took to heart last year which is simply “do it for the plot” bc doing anything good or bad is better than doing nothing at all and at the end of the day you’ll have a fun little story to tell and it will either be “omg do you want to hear about this crazy thing that happened that was awful” or “omg I gotta tell you about this awesome thing that happened” but like either way it’s good for the plot! Even if it’s scary or you don’t know if it will work out or not, at least it gives you things to look back on at the end of the year! You’ll learn more about yourself! Go forth and by any and all means possible: do it for the plot besties :)

TOH except the characters are replaced by my failed Google searches

Boy went (and still is going) through it

Do you think Stede WANTED to put some of that yummy lavender soap in the breakup box for Ed?

Like...

Lucius, trying to get Stede out of his funk: Alright, first things first. We need to get rid of everything he left here. (Gets a box and plops it in front of Stede; starts putting stuff in it)

Lucius: And I'm talking everything, his jacket, his guns-

Stede (reminiscently): He only has one gun

Lucius: okay, well if he did have extra guns, they would go in the box. Now get up and help me.

*a few moments later*

Lucius: Alright, that should be it- Captain?

Stede: Yes?

Lucius: I'm pretty sure this silk jacket is yours.

Stede: Well, he kept holding onto it whenever he was in here, so I figured he'd like to have it.

Lucius: Captain, this box is meant to be a way to let yourself be petty and throw it in his face that you don't need any part of him and he doesn't get to have any part of you. You don't put stuff in here just because you think he'll like it.

Stede: *sigh* alright.

Lucius: *nods*

Stede: Can I at least put some of the lavender soap in there? I think he'd really appreciate it-

Lucius: IT ISN'T A CARE PACKAGE!

Image Description: The "I bring a sort of X vibe to X that X don't really like" edited to say "I bring a sort of all these rules are made up vibe to sexuality and gender that exclusionists don't really like"

The thing about the “you wear fine things well” scene is like. Let’s take this from Ed’s perspective.

You’re the meanest sonofabitch on the seven seas. Everybody knows your name. You reputation alone can win the day before you even fire a shot.

And you are fuckin bored.

So bored that the instant you get wind of some weirdo who appears to not be even a little impressed by you, you run to meet him. And by god, the first thing he says to you and your lustrous black beard is: “Do you work for Blackbeard?”

It immediately rotates your worldview. “Never thought of it like that before. Yeah, I suppose I do.”

But then he tells you about retirement. And you think, yeah. Yeah, actually, that sounds great. How do I do that?

Well, a fuckery of course! A good one, too. Something worthy of Blackbeard, with a tiger or something. But the important part is that there’s a corpse—the corpse of a man you made sure is similar enough to you in height and build to wear your clothes.

So now you’ve got a plan. You’re great at plans! And all you have to do is learn how to be a fancy ponce so you can go live the fancy ponce retirement of your dreams. Easy as that. How hard can it be to learn how to use silverware?

But it all goes wrong, doesn’t it? Catastrophically wrong. You struggle with the basics because you panic, and when’s the last time you panicked? Then you’re laughed out of a room by people who would wet themselves if they knew who you really are, and it occurs to you, suddenly, miserably, that if you go through with this, if you choose this life, you will never have that crutch again, because Blackbeard will be dead.

Worst of all, though, is the blooming doubt that this is what you want. This glittering world is meant to be your scrap of silk writ large. You’re not sure if it is, any more. You’re not sure if a world like that exists.

Now what?

Well. Now, along comes this silly man. You wrote him off as naïve because why else would he ever want to be a part of your world? Why would he claim he wanted to be “like Blackbeard” when he has his secret passages and model ships and summer linens? But you’ve seen what he’s running away from, now. You’ve seen he’s as much a master of that world as you are of yours. And you feel understood. You feel like an equal.

So when he tells you in the moonlight that you belong with that piece of silk, and it belongs with you, you believe, suddenly, that there’s a place in the middle, between your worlds, where you’re still yourself but you wear silk and eat marmalade and talk to handsome men in the moonlight. And Stede fits there, too.