Jack is one person
Mark is one person
Ethan is one person
they can NOT see every single post
they can NOT respond to every single ask
they can NOT talk to every single person
they are NOT here to reblog anyone more than other people
they are NOT here to selectively interact with people
they ARE here to entertain
they ARE here to spread happiness
they ARE here to be a distraction
they are not at anyone’s disposal, they try their fucking hardest to interact with as many people as humanly possible in the time they have but again they are ONE person and HUMANS
just because they do youtube does NOT mean they need to spend every waking moment talking to you all. if you are going to be ungreatful of the obvious effort presented to us you don’t deserve to be entertained by them.
be a fucking decent human being and realize that it’s hard to talk to 10+ million people or even more than 1000 people. they can only stretch themselves so far before they break and then they aren’t there anymore.
be respectful and kind or they’ll be gone before you realize it.
-Much love,
someone who wants them to feel as appreciated as they make us feel.
I wonder if we’re finally gonna learn more about Jackieboy Man’s powers and/or backstory. I’m really hoping the Bossatronian theory will be correct cuz it would work really well and I miss all the old Boss jokes Jack did that were related to gag that he was an alien from Bossatronia. Though of course if he went with that then the idea if Anti being Bossatronian Jack would be debunked
Immediate headcanon that Reaper is terrified of this women.
She also looks like the kind of lady that calls everyone ‘dear’, ‘deary’, ‘darling’, ‘sweetie’.
Jackson lay at home, tired. How were the others able to do this so often? Just one video and he was already tired out. He could never do a full blown series like how Jackie was doing with that enferial South Park game. Although, it might be easier if he just… no. He had made a promise, and he never goes back on a promise.
Jackson heard the door open, and static started to come from a corner of the room. The bedroom had one computer in the room and it was on the fritz. Jackson looked over to the doorway to see Anti leaning on the door frame, door all the way open.
“You can’t say you weren’t tired when you first did this?” Jackson signed to Anti.
Anti rolled his eyes and stated, “N̨o,̢ ͞b̶ec̨aưse ͘I ͟w͝as̢ ̴s̷mar͡t and̸ ̡onl͠y start̷ed̡ to show in̨ ̵v̷ide͜os̀ ͏i͢n smaĺl̢ ̢bu͞rs͠t̡s̀ ąt͝ t̕ime.̛”
“Well excuse me your glitchiness.” Jackson signed sarcastically, taking time to spell out in insult.
Jackson turned away, simply signing “no” to Anti. Anti scoffed, and the computer started to glitch more.
Anti snarled and yelled, “S̬̜̱̫͙H͍̞͍͓̪UT̮̘ ͈͎́U̶̮̮̺̖̰̝P̠̦̜̬͚̳!̖͈̼̬̠!̭͉̯͇̹͞ͅ!͖̱͟” as the computer’s battery sparked out of life. Jackson jumped. Anti had never liked the static that emanated from computers when he was around, but he seemed a bit more aggressive towards it than usual.
Jackson turned back to Anti, and signed, “What’s up?”
“N͡o on͠ę i̶mp͏or͞t̢a͡ņt͜,” Anti stood, holding out his hand to help Jackson up, “Co̴mę ̢o̵ņ, we ͟gotta go҉.”
Jackson grabbed Anti’s hand and pulled himself up. Anti lead the way out, and everyone was waiting by the door.
When Jackson had made it with the others, they arrived to see two buildings. Everyone started to head towards the building on the right, and Jackson tapped on Anti’s shoulder.
The doors to the slightly smaller building swung open, to reveal a man clad in pink suspenders, a pale yellow shirt, and a bright pink set of hair and mustache. The man spoke clearly, but with a slur to his speech.
“Ah welcome! We’re just finishing up a meeting, you’re welcome to look around if you’d like. I’m sure Bing would be jovial to show you around.”
The man ran back inside, and turned a corner. Marvin held open the door as everyone filed into the building. Jackson couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew that man, but yet again, the odd thing about egos is that you always seem to know everyone.
Everyone split off into their own directions, and Jackson felt himself being drawn towards the direction that Pepto Bismol ran off to. He heard murmuring down the hall, and the sounds of everyone’s amazement of the building’s infrastructure. Jackson stood near the door, but being sure not to be seen. Bit hard considering that most of the wall was glass. The head egos, it seemed, were talking about plans for the future.
“Seeing as our guests have arrived now, I’m calling this meeting early. Will, be sure they feel welcome. Google, perhaps you could show them around the place, or give them the sufficient amount of information they may need to be able to navigate safely around by themselves?” A suave voice spoke clearly.
“W-Well, they seem to be exploring the pre-premises as we speak,” a glitchy voice said. It was much glitchier than Anti’s, but in a different way. This was probably Google if Jackson had to make an assumption.
“And you Dark? You’ll be joining us, yes?” the man from before spoke. Probably Will.
“I… I need time to think. Anti is attending, and we know how the last time we were in the same room went.” The suave voice, or this Dark, said.
The door opened, and Jackson hid behind a corner. A man in a blue shirt walked past, and a few moments later Will dashed past. Dark sighed, and as Jackson peeked from behind the corner, a familiar tune started to play. Dark stood, pushed in all the chairs, and hummed to the tune of the song. Jackson smiled, but it wasn’t because of the small dance Dark was doing, it was because of the song. Fly Me to the Moon, the version sung by Frank Sinatra. It had been Damien’s favorite song for the longest time.
Involuntary, Jackson started tapping his feet, and he started to dance, closing his eyes. He felt himself move away from the wall, mouthing the words along with the song. He felt the music move through him, making a smile creep across his face as joy filled him. Near the end of the song, he didn’t even notice that she started to sing along. Aloud. He spun around singing from a hushed whisper to a audible voice, “Fill my heart with song, and let me sing forever more!~”
The music stopped suddenly, and Jackson opened his eyes to see a man’s body in a tuxedo standing in front of him, a gray aura surrounding the body, and their hair swooped in front of their left eye. Jackson stepped back, his smile fading.
The person had a small smirk creep on his face. “I was unaware that any of Jack’s egos liked any other music besides rock.”
Jackson almost opened his mouth to speak, as if it was second nature. He held back, and signed Dark, “Rock’s been too loud for me always. Plus, that song used to be my friend’s favorite.”
Dark almost seemed impressed, but their face didn’t change too much. “You don’t speak too often, do you? You prefer sign language, I see.”
Jackson signed, “Yes, I made a promise.”
“Intriguing. You heard it from a friend? May I ask who?”
“He isn’t here anymore, he died in another world and time.”
“Who?”
“His name was Damien.”
Dark stepped back, their aura changing slightly blue. They seemed startled.
“Wh… what’s your name.” Their tone had changed. They were no longer asking for fun, but to get information.
“Jackson.”
Their voice changed, their aura completely blue. Tears rolled down Dark’s face, but it was no longer a new face. It seemed more friendly, more happy, like…
No. No, he was dead.
“Jackson?” Damien’s voice rang out from the body.
Jackson stepped back, tears forming in his eyes. A smile shot across his face as he hugged the man in front of him.
He kept his promise. He waited for this moment, and it came. “Damien! My god, I thought you died!” Jackson spoke, almost surprised by his own voice. He hadn’t hear it in so long.
“I… I did. But I’m still living, in one way or another.”
“Dame, I kept my promise. I… I’ve been saving my next words for the next time I saw you!”
“Jackson, you haven’t spoke in years?”
“No, I keep my promises.”
“Jackson, you didn’t have to do that! If I hadn’t been reborn, you would have never spoke another word in your life!”
“But…”
“It’s ok, I’m here.”
Jackson stood holding Damien for a while, tears rolling down his face. Damien held Jackson’s shoulders and looked at him straight in the face.
“Look, I can’t stay for long, the darkness isn’t the most outwardly kind being out there. But Jackson, it’s so good to see you after these past few years,” The aura around Damien started to dull again, “And so we’re clear, you kept your promise.”
Jackson stepped back as the aura changed back to gray and the voice of Damien became more muted behind a different voice.
“Just so we’re clear, you do NOT bring this up to any of my egos, or your egos, clear?”
Jackson wiped away tears, and nodded.
“Good, now. Go explore. Have fun with the others.”
And with that, Dark turned away, as Jackson stood still, wondering if that was real. He turned around, and saw Anti running down the hall.
“Th́e͝re̷ y̴oú ͜a͟r̸e!̡” he yelled out as he reached Jackson, “We҉’͡vé bee͜n ́l̴ǫo͞k͢ìńg ́f̕or̵ ̨y̧o̶u. ̀Y͜o͞u͏ ̡do̡i͢n͡g̶ ͞ok?”
Jackson smiled, and spoke clearly, “I’m doing the best I have in years.”
Hope you enjoyed this one! Ended a bit happier, wouldn’t you say?
Damien was busily working away at the pile of papers laid out on his desk, as a man knocked on the door. Confused, Damien put down his pen and called, “It’s open.”
A man in a blue suit vest came in, taking off his hat to reveal a teal head of hair. He looked up, holding his hat to his chest, and smiled.
“Definitely an upgrade from the old studio you had, eh Damien?” He slyly said.
Damien, shocked, stood up and hugged the man in front of him. He returned, and looked at Damien square in the eyes, his smile unwavering.
“Jackson! I didn’t expect you to be coming!”
“That’s the point of a surprise trip, Dame.”
The mayor motioned towards his desk, “Please, sit.” He said, walking over to his chair. Jackson set his hat on Damien’s desk, and looked around.
“Well, I hafta say, never though you’d run a city! Thought you were gonna be living as an intern fer the resta ya life!” Jackson teased, smirking.
Damien shook his head and smiled, “I thought you’d just be a filmography fanatic for the rest of your life.”
“I still am a fan,” Jackson started, “I just work in the job now. Ireland’s great this timea year, you know?”
“If I find time, I’d love to come visit, sea boy.”
“Sea boy?” Jackson smirked.
“You’re in the Americas, you came from Ireland, and your hair. It’s turning blue nowadays. Plus, your Irish is showing true.”
“What can I say? I’m Irish through and through.”
“Well, it’s good to see you’re doing better than you were back here.”
Jackson had come to Damien’s junior high from Ireland during the second quarter of the year. He was a nervous wreck, a film fanatic, and all around a nerd. People made fun of him constantly, mostly of his accent and his hair. He’d had it dyed that way since elementary, apparently. Damien and the now district attorney had been some his only friends, but the bullying never really stopped for him during junior high. High school was different, he wasn’t bullied as much anymore, and by the end of the year it had stopped completely. By the time university came around, the group of friends they had accumulated had gone separate ways, Damien and Y/N went to a local law school, Mark went and landed an acting job locally, Will disappeared into the wilds for a while, and Jackson traveled back to Ireland to pursue a job in directing and filmography in general.
“It’s great back there! My accent wasn’t a cause of bullying, and I’m actually working on a film with a big team right now!”
“Jackson, congrats!”
“Thanks Damien, it means a lot ta know you still care for me.”
“How could I not? You were a great friend to have, even if it was only for a few years.”
“You know, we should take a walk around town sometime soon. Get to see how much the city has changed over the years?”
“Sure! How long are you staying?”
“I’ll be here for a week.”
“Well, how about Saturday? I’m heading over to Mark’s manor for a poker night later tonight.”
“Wait, Mark is still here?”
“Yeah, he never left. He’s been living in his old house for a while now. Will’s gone, however.”
“Dang, well I’d love to come to see him later.”
“He just randomly invited us over.”
“Wait, us?”
“He invited Y/N, William apparently, and some detective as well.”
“So everyone will be in town?”
“It seems so!”
Jackson stood up, smiling, “That’s great! I’d love to see them all again!”
“Well, I hate have to cut this short, but I must be getting ready. Jackson, it was amazing to see you again.” Damien stood.
“Indeed it was! See you tomorrow?” Jackson queried, grabbing his hat.
“Oh of course!” Damien got out from behind his desk and shook hands with Jackson. Jackson set his hat back on his head, and waved as he walked out the door.
“I’ll save my next words for you, friend!” was the last thing he said.
That was the last Jackson ever saw of Damien. He kept his promise, however. He never spoke unless it was to Damien, which was impossible since he had died at that damn poker night. He never spoke another word aloud, so he learned sign language, taught himself how to have a conversations with others. His movie was a success, but he never talked. He still never talks, he’s a man of his word after all. Even after death.
So it’s NaNoWriMo, and I wanted to write a quick little story of Jackson and Damien. A little head cannon I’ve had for a bit. Hope you enjoyed! I’m going to try to write a bit more in this month.
Fucking christ, do you know what this would have done? What this would have meant to SO MANY people?? The truth of this is devastating. And to think it almost found it’s way into a DISNEY film??
The inclusion of this scene alone would have made it the greatest animated feature the company ever produced. Easily. And if you think that’s hyperbolic clearly you don’t understand.
No, really, if anyone knows why this was cut PLEASE let me know.
oh man WHY WOULD they cut this, this is so great, holy MOLY
It was clearly something the crew was very reluctant to get rid of if it made it all the way to rough-clean (and in a few scenes clean!), fully inbetweened animation. That is like, thousands and thousands of dollars and weeks (months?!) of labour. Maybe a reluctant producer decided they would alienate their white middle-class American audiences by making them feel “too guilty” and pressed them to drop it? It’s unfortunate, it’s one of the most honest accounts of racism in a Disney movie (which is why it’s believable that someone got uncomfortable and made a case to get it chopped)
Designing entertainment by committee for maximum marketability is probably the most heartbreaking process in Hollywood.
I’ve been seeing this around my dash and think it deserves some more recognition!
This shit is hilarious, too.
NO WAIT SHIT
I GET IT NOW
I GET WHY SHE WAS PHOTOGRAPHING TOURISTS AS A HOBBY
SHE WAS BEING FUCKING SATIRICAL AND OBJECTIFYING
IT’S NOT BECAUSE SHE’S A DUMB KID WITH A WEIRD HOBBY IT’S BECAUSE THEY DO THAT TO HER AND HER FRIENDS AND FAMILY LIKE SHE’S SOME KIND OF FUCKING THEME PARK CHARACTER AND SHE WANTS THEM TO KNOW HOW IT FEELS
HOLY FUCKING DICKS DISNEY WHY WOULD YOU CUT THIS
aaaa it makes me sooo angry that they cut this scene ; _ ;
holy fuck the SHOULD HAVE out this in here. Living in Hawaii I do see this happen, the mispronunciation of Mahalo was just ;o;
