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mourntheantagonist · 3 years

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i have a cute but also very questionable hc and i think steve calls billy ‘baby’ a lot. so when they have a kid, the kid starts thinking billy’s name IS baby

you sent this a WHILE AGO I AM SORRY

I think I saw something similar to this! Possibly on tiktok but I never know. Basically ever since quarantine their kid hadn’t been out and they had only ever been calling each other ‘babe’ and suddenly their kid was calling EVERYONE ‘babe’ because they didn’t realize. 🥺

So essentially I ADORE THIS

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They honestly don’t notice it at first. When their little baby girl begins talking it’s all just babbles that only they can understand because of the sheer amount of time they spend with her. They know that “Teef” means “Steve” and “Da” mean “Dad” or “Dada”... and “Baby”... that just means “Billy”... right?

Steve is always calling Billy “baby.” Like it’s his actual first name. Calling from the kitchen to come help with food.

“Baby! Can you come peel the potatoes?”

Answering the phone when he calls.

“Hey baby, how’s work going?”

When the three of them are all lying in bed. Their daughter lying in the middle in her little co-sleeper.

“Good night baby.”

It’s just what he does. What he’s always done. Something so habitual he doesn’t even recognize he’s doing it.

They assume “baby” means “Billy” because when ever they ask her “what is daddy’s name?” It’s always, consistently, “baby.” And they’re left to assume that she just hasn’t figured out her “L’s” yet. The “B’s” were always the easier sounds for babies to make. So they weren’t worried about it.

And as she grew older and started speaking more. Pronouncing words clearer, finally tacking on the leading S of her Dad’s name, she maintained the same pronounciation of Billy. But they, honest to god, didn’t notice it. They had just gotten so used to her saying it that way that whenever they heard it come from her mouth, their minds instantly corrected it to mean “Billy.”

It takes the help of an outsider for them to eventually realize that their daughter, who has learned her alphabet and is learning how to spell, doesn’t actually know the name of her daddy.

Max is over after having not seen her niece since she was only a new born. When the only things coming out of her mouth were little scream, cries, giggles, and a whole lot of spit up. She wants to make her dads some cards for Valentine’s Day, so Max is helping her with that, helping her to sound out the words.

In purple crayon on red construction paper she begins writing “I-L-O- what comes after O?”

“V.”

“V! V like in Steve!” She screams it excitedly and continues to write.

“-V-E-U-D-A-D- two D’s right?” Max just nods her head and continues. Finishing it off with an all encompassing heart just like she did with the first one. They pop them into a couple envelopes and seal them with the lick of their tongues.

“We should probably write their names on these so we know who’s who.” Max suggested, and she pulls out a red crayon, clearly approving of the idea.

She knows how to spell Steve, and quickly writes it on the back of one without the help of Max.

And then she goes to write Billy.

“Do you know how to spell Daddy’s name?”

“Yes I do!”

Max accepts that and lets her eyes wander over the little mess they have created in the kitchen. Crayons and paper scraps scattered everywhere, a mess she doesn’t intend on cleaning up.

Then she looks back at the white envelope and in big, bold, red crayon reads “Baby.”

“Who is Baby?”

“That’s Daddy silly!!” She says it like Max is being ridiculous. Like “hello that’s your brothers name what do you mean ‘who is baby?’” And Max has to hold back her laughter because this is absolutely gold.

When the two of them come back from their date night on Valentine’s Day, Max let’s their daughter present them with the cards, and Billy just stares down at his own in disbelief as everything begins to click into place.

“Oh my god.” He says.

Steve has already opened his own and is just staring at his card in awe, while Billy is just staring at the back of the unopened envelope.

“Why haven’t you opened yours Baby?”

Billy just laughs and turns it to show Steve.

“Oh my god.” The realization settling.

Billy opens his up because of the very impatient little girl standing in front of him, tapping her foot. They laugh about it and give her a hug and a kiss and put her to bed.

And in the morning, their little girl hears the name Billy for the first time.

#look I finally got to answering an ask!!!#I love this tho this is so precious 🤧🤧#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #mandi writes tresh #headcanons

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ashxketchum · 2 years

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For the send me a character ask: Hilary Tachibana.

Thank you for the ask! ❤️

First impression: Finally, a girl in this team! For real, I was so happy that she was introduced in V-force and was definitely the reason aI stuck around until G-rev.

Impression now: Still one of my absolute favourite female characters who is just too ignored and often misunderstood by the fandom and deserves every amount of love I can pour towards her.

Favourite moment: Wow SO many, but if I had to pick one then in V-force when she's trying her best to group them into tag-teams for the tournament using all different kinds of reasonings, it was just too adorable.

Idea for a story: I have like a million but I thought of one today while prepping for Mayblade - a TyHil songfic based on Sunday Morning by Maroon 5, a bunch of snippets into their lives as they build a home together 🥺

Unpopular opinion: "She's annoying at the beginning" NO clearly you haven't had an over-achieving, tsundere female classmate who secretly wants in on all the fun too, so you're annoying for thinking that ❤️

Favourite relationship: Her and Tyson obviously, but her dynamic with Max is pretty sweet too!

Favourite headcanon: Again, I have like a million but if I have to pick one it's that her cooking skills aren't as bad as they made it out to be in G-rev but rather how her food tastes depends totally on her mood and who she's cooking for.

Send me a character!

#answered #ask meme #hilary tachibana #beyblade #she is my mid-key best girl

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tales-of-the-mansion · 2 years

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The Ingram Mansion - Episode 9 - They weren't there... The statues went missing...

Suddenly pulled by my arm, l exited the room. It was Zoe, and I guess she was excited to get on with the decorations for the mansion party.

I thought to myself… Hello and nice to meet you? But the girl had one thing on her mind and one thing only, to get started with preparing the mansion for the annual party, and I was not going to interrupt that.

It was only when we got to the mansion lounge, to the big hall that I took a long look at the girl herself. She looked adorable, clearly took her time to dress up for the party… Her skin is light brown, she has cute secretary black hair, and an adorable pointy nose. She looks really shy but so cute. She has a revealing V-neck white shirt that looks like a cloud, with her big breasts pressed against each other, she is also wearing a black mini skirt with fishnets under and some over-the-top pink cowgirl boots. Adding to all that, the cutest soft voice, directly from anime girl to mansion girl and now, right in front of me and giving me some lights.

-Here Shuu, you’re taller than me, can you put these on the wall, please?

- Hmmm… yeah, sure… above the paintings? I asked to make sure it would look how she wanted.

- Yes please, be careful not to mess those up, Max loves those paintings. She said while staring at my hands, waiting for me to fuck things up.

But I didn’t, lights were set, black and red ribbon added to the decoration of the room. The ribbon was so silky that it moved like a snake on the sand. Finally and after bringing some pillows to put on the floor, near the fire, and beanbags for people to sit on. The party was almost set, and that’s when I see half a dozen submissives bringing a big round bed. Where is it even going to fit? Aren’t the puffs enough for people to lay on? They left the bed at the end of the stairs, it had a big round red cover and some white fluffy pillows.

One of them came to us with a big smile.

Hi, I’m Ty. Haven’t had the opportunity to meet you yet Shuu. But great job on the decoration. Thanks for helping.

Oh… my pleasure Ty. Zoe did all the decoration tho, I was just a pair of longer arms. I said, smiling and happy to meet Ty.

Ty didn’t seem to be party-ready tho. The hair was light brown, and no make-up on, some light blue jeans and a band shirt full of Vikings. Cute, like all of them but weirdly not ready.

Are you not coming to the party, Ty? I ask after accessing the lack of outfit.

Oh…. I am, believe me, I am. Ty took a look at their own clothes and laughed a bit. And then added: I should go take care of that… Nice meeting Shuu and by the way, I’m he. See you in a bit…

I hope he didn’t take it wrong, I am curious about the outfit he is going to pull off tho. The rest of the submissives left and Zoe finished with the last touch of decoration adding some gold balloons all across the room.

Everything looked so good, smelled so good, and seemed ready for a good fun and definitely sexy party.

The night crept up upon the mansion and people started to move towards the lounge, more people were coming, some from within the mansion and others from outside of it.

Every style was allowed, seen, and enjoyed in the mansion, even more on this occasion, people would come in without a top on or in heavy fur coats, a cute princess looking or the devil's best friend, every style, every body type, today it was about honoring the goddesses of the mansion and the lust associated with them.

I sat near Ali, by the fire on a red velvet beanbag. Max definitely enjoys his red velvet a lot. People kept coming and a few men started to be brought to the lounge by Bunny, I could see this doesn’t usually happen as the girl's eyes turned towards them in surprise. Mich, Tiff, and Pup approached the group of 4 men and welcomed them in a friendly fashion, clearly indicating that it wasn't the first time they met. Perhaps last year's party? And the ones before? I turned back around and look at Ali who was contemplating everything, just like I was. She added, “Well… it seems like the party has just begun”.

Who are these men Ali? I asked with no filter like this night seemed to be all about.

These are Max’s guests this year, some of them have been here before, others haven’t. This is a different day in the mansion, and Max enjoys having these guests on this day. You are here on a daily base, and you have been extra lucky. I wonder what Max sees in you to let that happen… Ali explained while also bringing some honest thoughts about my stay in the mansion.

Lights faded and the red lights that I had put across the room changed the mood in the lounge. People smiled and started to move deeper into the room. Some girls wearing black lace lingerie and heels started to come with drinks to present the guests and the people from the mansion with. This was when I said to myself, ‘now the party begins’, alcohol can make weird things happen, even in the weirdest of places and this is one.

Across the room, I see this person wearing heavy red lipstick and with long blonde hair that looked like it smelled like heaven. They kept coming in my direction and it was when I realized it was Ty. Ty was looking so different, with long hair, beautiful reddish make-up, lips looked so full and beautiful and the dress was very sexy and revealing. It was a black skin-tight dress with some very thin red vertical lines that were pushed and pulled across Ty’s body at each curve. The dress also revealed Ty’s chest that I hadn’t paid the necessary attention and that was now making a big first impression. Ty had a drink on each hand and gave me one of them. I smiled and Ty walked away knowing what he had caused in my head.

The night continued and people were getting closer and closer to each other. I, myself, was starting to move, enjoying the music that was playing, enjoying my drink, and enjoying people's interactions with each other. Everything looked like tangible desire, pure honesty at every movement, every touch, and every laugh. It felt like being surrounded by a warm fog that was slowly removing every bit of filter that the people in the room used to have.

The music stopped and Max started to come down the stairs, I had seen that before, I had seen people’s reaction to it but this time it was different, people didn’t stay silent, they cheered for it, cheered for him and he smiled. He was wearing a black suit and red burgundy shoes. His tie was very thin and also red, he looked even taller than what he already usually looks.

He reach the last few steps, in front of the bed that was already home to a group of people laying and drinking in between kisses and body touches, and said:

Another year, another time that we gather here to thank these beautiful women that have been looking after us for all these years. To Aless and Annie, I thank you for being the base of the Ingram Mansion, every brick, every foundation, every wall, and also, every orgasm (chuckled). I do not take this mansion for granted, I do not take you for granted, I am honored to be in this position and I take the responsibility very seriously. Make me a favor and try living your life closer to what this night feels like, be honest with yourself and your desires. Now go enjoy this night and don’t leave anything undone.

A wave of claps and “woos” invade the room while the music faded in and changed its style. It was something heavier, some kind of industrial techno that was making my insides shake at each beat.

The room was getting warmer and warmer, clothes were being removed and people's eyes made it very clear what they had on their minds.

I moved back closer to Ali and the fire and took my shirt off, I could feel my chest starting to sweat as drops slid down my chest and stopped at the belly button level caught between hair. My mind started to give in to the mood, the lights, and Max’s words. I started to feel those desires he mentioned and I couldn’t stop thinking about what I wanted or if I really wanted it. I realized I took pleasure from watching all of these interactions, any kind, people and their desires make them vulnerable and honest, and that was something I could feed off of.

I see Mich in a beanbag across from me and she smiles at me, I will never forget that night, and I will never forget how she made me feel.

Mich has her top off, revealing her boobs that are pressed against a lucky soul, enjoying every inch of Mich’s body with her tongue. After a while she comes back to the surface to breathe and regather herself, she has face tattoos, piercings, and some dark make-up that surely looked better before meeting the warm naked body of Mich. Mich stood up and looked down on the other girl, she pulled her black panties to the side and slowly moved over the beanbag and the tired tongue owner. But Mich wasn’t done tiring it as she slowly squatted on the girl's face until she landed her lips on the girl's mouth. “Good girl” were Mich’s last words before she started grinding on that face and making sure she collected every drop of pleasure she had to offer. Mich began to arch her back and look at the ceiling, moans were as loud as inevitable. Touching her clit while having her pussy explored by the hard-working mouth under her, Mich, with her other hand, grabbed the girl’s hair and forced her against her eager vagina.

It was a matter of time before Mich started moaning harder, shaking her body and very noticeably cumming right on top of the smiling girl. She fell on top of her and they kissed sharing the wetness that both had just provoked.

The spectacle is on its way and the first scene I saw was everything I wanted and desired.

Her name is Bry. Said Ali noticing what I was watching during the last few minutes. They can’t get their hands and tongues off of each other. She added while smiling.

I stood up and started looking around, I was determined not to let anything go unwatched. I wanted to experience everything this room had to offer, even if only with my eyes. I moved towards the center of the room, where the bed was and where most people were. I slowly walked in that direction, being met by familiar and unfamiliar faces. Bodies, a multitude of bodies touching, bumping, and rubbing against each other in a mix of dancing and preliminaries that were hard to distinguish.

Each step is now met with an inevitable bump against a fellow mansion lover, sometimes breasts are close to my face, other times genitals are at hands level, no one seems to care, there is a common sense of share, sharing an experience and sharing our bodies.

I reach a circle of people as if it was a mosh pit at a concert but at the center, only one person was getting beat up and Tiff was administering the pain.

Tiff was wearing her black lingerie, with some long red silky gloves that reached her elbows and stiletto heels. Her smile was enhanced by some red makeup that made her look as powerful and badass as I have seen anyone look tonight. On her right hand, she had a riding crop, probably from Max's collection, and she was playing with it, moving it in the air and caressing herself with it. Below her, was one of the men that had been invited to the party this year, his white shirt had already been open and buttons had been popped. Across his chest, Tiff seemed to have written “Dick”, at least that's what I seem to be able to read, in between flashes of red light. It was written in red, the same red as Tiff’s lipstick and I don’t think that is a coincidence.

The man had been duct-taped to a wooden chair, his mouth was also covered and his bottoms remained intact.

You wanted me to stroke your dick, didn’t you?! Tiff screamed while laughing and playing with the crop.

“Here then…” she murmured before launching a crop attack to that man’s chest. The sound was as loud as the music was but the scream in the man’s mouth was definitely more intense. She laughed and turned to a group of submissives that were hyping her up, not that she needed but her dominance was contagious.

She walked towards the poor guy as he turned his head to the opposite side, afraid of the next sling of the painful object. Her long legs got close to the chair where he was sitting and she leaned towards his face.

Did that hurt? She asked while the music was fading.

He nodded. And she ran the tip of the drop across his red, nervous, and wet face.

I’ll make you forget it then… She added as the music came back to its loud previous levels.

She took a strong step as if she was going to get on top of that chair with her right foot, but that step landed right between his legs. The front part of the shiny shoes crushed the suit pants the man was wearing and kept crushing everything he had between his legs. A deeper scream reached the man’s mouth and his body tried to escape what was unimaginable pain. He leaned back, he shook his legs, he even tried to push Tiff with his head but nothing was going to make her stop. With one foot on the floor and the other on top of the poor man’s genitals, Tiff shook her foot like she was killing a cockroach.

I expected more from someone that dresses as expensive as you do… Talk about overcompensating uh? She giggled while looking at the eyes of pain.

I continue my travel to the promised land of the round bed and left Tiff to her self enjoyment. Red lights kept flashing across the room and I could see pictures of what a night that would be stuck to my mind for a long time. In one of those pictures was Max, doing exactly what I had been doing, looking around and enjoying what he saw. I could feel a deep sense of pride that he had at that moment, like seeing your best friend receiving an award, the only difference was the award was a lot different here.

To my right and opposite to Tiff were two of the other male guests with Pup, they were on a couch that was near the wooden door of the entrance of the lounge. Pup was wearing nothing but some bodypaint and a black dildo strap on. The body pain was abstract, some green, black, brown, and yellow lines across her body that would give put her curves under an even bigger spotlight than what they already naturally are under.

Bent over against the side of the couch was one of the men, he clearly has been getting fucked by Pup for the last few minutes at least. He can’t open his eyes, he has darker skin and his body is overloaded with muscular segments, his legs are weak and he has to catch himself not to fall to one side and rest of pleasure. His dick is resting on the couch’s arm rester, hard and thick, I can’t see the length as it is in the other man’s mouth. That man is a lot less muscular and as pale as they get, he has his hands on the other man’s chest and he moves his body back and forwards while on his knees, fucking that veiny penis with his mouth.

The sucking makes the pegged man shake and it only helps Pup more as she points the tip of her dick towards the already lubed-up hole of the man. The body shivering forced his ass to tease the tip of the black dildo as it enters as fast and delicately as it comes off. Pup had no interest in letting that happen for too long, she took a step forward and slowly slid herself into that hole, she adjusted herself and aimed up while already inside him. She was looking for a spot, she had something in mind, she is such an adorable girl. The receiving man couldn’t resist as his body fell forward and rested on top of the guy that never stopped sucking his dick. While resting on his friend’s head, the guy kissed his head before pulling the guy’s mouth from his dick and guiding it to his own mouth. They started to kiss passionately as Pup continued to fuck that hole like she was on a mission. Pup started getting warmer and the man being fucked couldn’t kiss anymore, his mouth was just wide open, the pleasure inside him was too intense for him to concentrate on anything else but that.

Pup reached across his body and took a hold of his hard dick full of drool, she started masturbating him at the same time as she launched herself and her strap-on deep inside him. As he was not being kissed, the guy on his knees, redirected his focus to that beautiful dark monument, licking the tip of it while Pup continued to stimulate it with her hand.

Soon after the tongue started playing around the pink tip, the man came. He was expected, not even the strongest would resist Pup and what she had done to him with the help of the other male friend. When he made it obvious he was about to cum, Pup let go of his dick and held him on the sides, knowing she would have little time before she would need to put him to rest and she didn’t want to stop before fucking that hole how she wanted to.

On the other side of the couch was now a man with his tongue out and full of white cum slowly dripping down his face, illuminated by those red lights and his own smile.

As soon as that image stuck to my brain and I could only see flashes of a proud man with a topping, I felt pulled to my left, I couldn't see who that was but I felt it very strongly.

I landed on top of the circular bed on my belly, and looking up I could see Max who continued to run his eyes at every inch of bodies that were present in that room. His eyes landed on me and I felt like I was once again under his evaluation and blessing at the same time. He rose his glass while looking at me with a smile on the corner of his lips.

I felt people rushing towards me, my arms were pulled to spin me around and suddenly I was looking at the wooden ornaments on the ceiling. I felt a sea of people on top of me but I didn't feel trapped, I didn't feel like I was getting claustrophobic, I felt liberated as if my fears, filters, and insecurities were being brushed off of me at every touch, every single body rubbing against me, every sound of pleasure coming from the people around me. There were no faces, no people, just a general sense of freedom. What they call "poetry in motion", I could enjoy this kind of poetry even more.

People in that bed might have been allergic to my clothing as it was far from me and my eyes in a split second. Kisses, touches, licking, everything was possible, everything happened and everything was felt intensively. I was ready to enjoy this, my days in the mansion surely did a lot, my mind had been changed. Corrupted? Perhaps. But why does that word have a negative connotation when sometimes, it's freedom and pleasure that is corrupting you?

Between the warm climate, I felt a cold breeze running between my legs and climbing up to my face. I opened my eyes and was met with two faces, those were the first two faces I had actually been able to see since I had been thrown on that very comfortable mattress.

Those faces were familiar, I had seen them before but they were no mansion submissives... Could it be? I turned and looked at Max, between armpits and curves.

They weren't there... The statues went missing...

#ingram mansion #writings #fanfic #fantasy #ns/ft #ns/fw

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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House of Mouse: “Goofy’s Valentine’s Date” Review

Come on in mouskeeteers! It’s Valentine’s Season here on popculturebuffet, and while I may be single, I do love a good romance story. I find them sweet, sometimes hilaroius, and endearing when done right. And the bane of my existance when done wrong, but we’ll be getting to smidgen of that too. Point is I may not be getting any romantic love this season but I can sure celebrate it. So for the next two weeks we’ll be diving deep first into some ending with one heck of a closer.

So for our opening act since i’ve been going on in to the House of Mouse a lot lately, and since I NEARLY missed this one if not for Kevin, we’re going to be looking in on my boy Goofy as he grapples with being lonely and Daisy misguidedly tries to help him. Blind dates with a manquin and Mortimer hitting on women to predictable and justified results insues under the cut.

So as usual for house of mouse we’re chunking this up by segment. Let’s go.

Donald’s Valentine’s Dollar: Easily the segment of the night and the best House of Mouse short i’ve seen in a rewatch so far. The short is simple but awesome: Donald has only a dollar to spend for V-Day, and wants to buy daisy a tiny but sweet box of chocolates, but his dollar blows away in the wind and he chases after it. And that’s.. it that’s our premise. But it leads into fast paced looney tunes style shenanigans with donald zipping up and down kites and later taking goofy’s broken one and putting it on like wings Arthur Everest styles and taking after it. Also the nephews show up and dick around with their kites because their douchebags in some shorts. Also donald tries to punch a whale.. well a whale kite but still let it be said there’s a short where donald tries to punch what he thinks is a sky whale. And that is wonderful. The climax is also really sweet, as Donald gets the dolalr, after another briliant sequence where they play hide and seek in the clouds, only to find it sold out and himself dejected waiting for her thinking she’ll be mad.. only for her to present him with the very gift he was going to give her and the two to share a look.

It’s cute enough on it’s own but after SEVEAL weeks of having to put up with the three cabs version it’s NICE to have a Daisy back whose not an overly demanding monster from some stygian hole in the sky. Not much else to say about this one. I’ts just REALLY good and I could easily recommend checking it out on it’s own.

Mickey Saves Minnie: The Stairs This is one of those short segments from Mouseworks that lasts about a minute and is off a simple recurring premise, in this case Mickey saving Minnie from some sort of bizzare fortress of pete’s.. in this case THE STAIRS!

I said STAIRS. In this case Gimmicked stairs with all kinds of traps: boxing gloves, giant balls...

And giant slinkies. I knew one day they’d grow big and kill us all but they all laughed at me.. well whose laughing now.. well still them because Mickey gets past them easily. Pete turns the stairs into a slide but mickey rebounds by pure luck via slinky and uses one of the boxing gloves to win, minnie kisses him and this was real fun. Nothing really deep to go into just a fun few minutes of my life i’m glad i’m not getting back. Speaking of wishing I had minutes of my life back....

Pluto’s Arrow Error: Well this one’s messed up. Look Love Potion plots genuinely ONLY work when the writer knows that giving someone something to make you fall in love with them is inehrently messed up. It worked in Buffy because Xander did so for vengance after Cordellia broke up with him, which granted she did REALLY hurt him but it’s still a bit of overkill. However while it ends up backfiing and making every OTHER girl in school into him, and psyotically so as the episode goes on, he never indulges, as he KNOWS it’s wrong and not under their power or choice. Basically it was one long deconstuction of this nonsense.

My point is unless it’s used to deconstruct this type of plot or for some shenanigans, Love Potion plots are inherently creepy at best and rapey at worst. So naturally we get one with Pluto trying to make a dog who dosen’t know him love him instead of trying to woo her, and accidently making her bodyguard/boyfirend I guess chase after him for 2 minutes while he’s tinted pink. And yes i know he’s a dog, but he’s an intellegent dog who should knwo this is bad and never gets called out on it and his punshiment.. is one long gay joke.

So yeah while not the worst love potion plot i’ve probably seen, or love magic or what have you, I could make a list of those and might some day, it is still pretty uncomfortable and easily a dead spot in an otherwise pretty enjoyable episode.

Goofy’s Valentine’s Date: And fitting it’s accompanying shorts, the good ones anyway, this is a simple plot with funny gags. It’s valentin’es day at the house of mouse and Mickey encourages everyone to kiss their sweeties. So we get Aladdin and Jasmine, AWWWW always shipped those two so adorable, a toy soldier and some other toy from a work im unfamiliar iwth and Timon turns down Pumba. Come on man, who are you trying to kid me or the censors?

But Goofy’s depressed since he dosent have a sweetie and Daisy feels bad for the poor guy while Minnie tells her “not to meddle”.

Minnie from a buisness standpoint, he’s crying while reading the menu and clealry not in great mental shape. Setting him up with someone or even just talking to him will help with that. And from a human being standpoint... your being a cruel ass to NOT help him in any way shape or form. The guys a fucking widower. He’s probably been lonely for some time and more focused on raising max. And since no one knows where Peg is he dosen’t have a lot options now he is ready to date again. It’s not MEDDLING to help a clearly lonely person whose gotten over his grief move on, it’s just called basic human decency. I expect that from cablleros daisy Min not you.

So Daisy does end up meddling, in part because she thinks it’s shuffling around coins, and sets him up with a secret admirer.. without actually getting him one.

So Minnie does agree to help and they.. put him in a blindfold and have him date a manquin. In front of the entire restraunt. I have no words.. since this is pretty funny and Goofy’s shenanigans while blindfolded, because it’s a BLIND date.

Also sidebar it’s very weird that she DID set Lincoln up with a blind date once but didn’t pull this gag. Point is it’s some funny stuff including Gus, in his first apperance on this blog seriously how’d it take so long, eating the shakes he orders since Goofy can’t see.

Tying into the resolution to this is Moritmer, who spends the episode as you’d expect.. hitting on various characters. He hits on the wicked step sisters, whose cat attacks him, he hits on the lady gargoyle from huncback and her two friends rightfully beat his ass, he hits on madam mim who set shim on fire and he hits on the queen of hearts who somehow DOSEN’T cut off his head, and you know is married, and does launch him into goofy spoiling the ruse. Honestly I found this funny both because Moritmer is objectively hilarious and because the show DIDN’T take his side at all or give him anyone, and he suffered consequences for sleazly hitting on women. He also called himself a wonder man. No sir the only wonder men are these guys.

And if your wondering about the secod one there was a whole song about it.

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Your welcome. So Goofy’s dejected until after Pluto’s cartoon where it turns out he had a secret admirer after all. it’s clarabelle! Awww.. and Daisy says “Well it’s better than a manquin” what a supportive friend you are. And she’s STILL better than cabs Daisy. Point is happy ending pulled sorta out of their ass, as she showed up earlier but sitll it woudl’ve been easy to have Clarabelle chime in during their scheme or something and have Minnie set them up to fix it. Or Donald or Mickey. Donald was absent outside of the short. That’s not fair. But overall not a bad wraparound, ending is a huge copout and feels like not much, but i’m starting to think that’s usual for season 1. I do KINDA ship the two, but usually I prefer her with horace or him with Peg Pete. Yeah you heard me and you cant unhear it and frankly I don’t want you to. We also get a funny add about the Queen of Hearts valentine’s service. Overall not a bad episode. Fun gags, a cute premsie and only one really terrble short. Check it out this valentein’s and hopefully disney will have this show up on plus by next valentine’s. Until the next rainbow, it’s been a pleasure.

#house of mouse #goofy goof #minnie mouse #daisy duck #mickey mouse #donald duck #mortimer mouse #clarabelle cow #peg pete #queen of hearts #pluto #pete pete #peg legged pete #disney

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the teen show genre is back. that it had announced it’s grand return at such a time of deep uncertainty and unimaginable loss, especially for an entire generation of teenagers, is relief, respite, and a necessary and urgent gain. there is nothing but gratitude for this...for its intended audience and for those of us who will live vicariously through the lives of the kids, for those of us who will watch, and walk with the kids. for someone like me who longs to feel strongly about a story enough to write again.

despite my ‘desperate begging’ for the return of the youth oriented show. i did not picture this. in my defense, i did not know about this story at all. now, when i did learn the gist of the story, i did not expect much. it is, after all, a trope we’ve repeatedly seen in practically every language. in my defense, again, i would have found this show, and watched it anyway, in support of the network, probably be mildly entertained, slightly amused, and successfully distracted. and that would have been enough. i was bound to find this show, though during a deep dive into the youtube rabbit hole, chancing upon a japanese doll and an american cutie, realizing the creative team for this show is that creative team. my favorite creative team. i was sold.

i knew i was going to love this show enough to write. the question is, how? do i live tweet, take notes, and write a post for every episode, or do i live tweet take notes, listen, take notes and write one big post at the end of the series? judging by how much detail i know this team puts into a story in the form of metaphors, seeds, pay offs, connection and clues, clearly obvious in this first episode alone, this calls for an episodic post, for the peace of my own nerdy, detailed obsessed mind.

it is worth repeating that i haven’t read the book. this focuses on the series alone. no references, no comparison to its source material.

and it begins. oddly so.

first, a note on the casting: my attachment to a show is dependent on my attachment to the cast of the show. i spent the weeks and months leading up the pilot episode learning as much as i can about this refreshing cast of newbies. i’d been watching rise since it began, and so it wasn’t difficult to develop a soft spot for the five rise kids who are part of the show. as for the rest of the cast, their interviews and streams are all surprisingly impressive. i always like to say ‘walang patapon sa mga batang ito.’ none at all. they are all so special that i am in awe of how many gifted children are in one batch at one time, in time for a show like this. the teen show slot was vacant because it was waiting for these specific kids.

everyone who was given moments on this episode made the most of their moments. episode one’s surprises were criza, who is a natural. i am just grateful naih was able to use all of criza’s kulit energy. gelo, i’ve known is funny, but it wasn’t until i saw him in character that i realized just how hysterical he is. i enjoyed his interaction with ysay, i am wondering if there is more of that. v no longer surprises. i find that she is incredibly underrated still. i love that girl. fictional life sometimes clouds my judgement, ever so slightly, but these mean girls, are the mean girls i would cheer for. i’ve just been enjoying the girls’ junket interviews so much that it is also a joy to watch them in character. aimee is spunky, sophie is incredibly poised. khloe is a joy to watch, and ash just fits in, dalia...i have never seen a girl with such strong presence and beauty since hopie. i have never enjoyed watching a local queen bee as much as i feel i would enjoy, and hate to watch kim. dalia is amusing to watch too, so there’s that. joao, you know i have always found reliable and competent. limer, i am just happy an actor like him is in a show as big as this. kaorys is my in on this show. they are favorites. i adore them. she registers well on camera, and rhys is music to my ears, and has such an animated, expressive face. i cannot wait to watch their subplot and write about them in detail. i am attached to these kids. i know they are going to be a joy to watch.

melizza, melizza deserves her own paragraph. i first paid attention to when she was answering those miss universe questions on rise, and my jaw literally dripped at how intelligent she is. that intelligence shines through in her portrayal of elle. she is self-aware, and aware of her co-stars in a scene. she is conscious of where she is in a scene. she does she is a realiable actress in that there is no fear that she will break character it doesn’t have to be her scene, but i cannot help but watch her. she isn’t a scene stealer, but she is always acting, always reacting. she gets the assignment: from speaking french to playing a nuanced mean girl whose meanness, is as she understands and plays elle, stems from fear, from being threatened. i actually love that. there is no real villain in this story, just kids navigating unfamiliar, ugly, strange feelings, with limited ways to express these feelings. melizza gets it. i said i am a melizza fan now. i mean it.

donny and belle individually: i had known of donny, watched him long enough to know him, and who his family is. since he started mostly on social media, this ate didn’t quite get the appeal. no offense, it’s just a generational thing. haha! when he started acting, he was like most greenhorns to me, appeal understandable, charming to an extent, but with still so much to learn. i missed his last acting stint before this show. i did not watch jpd.

belle is a going bulilit alum. that’s all i really need to know to trust the casting. i wasn’t a fan yet. i had no clue about the story so i did not know just how much weight the character carried, but by virtue of the fact that she’s been acting the longest out of the ensemble, i knew she knew what she would be doing. i knew the management knew what they were doing when they casted her. belle as the focal point of the story lends such an air of confidence that the story will be told well and that the necessary intimacies will be handled with care. belle’s ability to transform would make max’s arc effective. i did not watch jpd. i had heard about it.i had heard it was surprise. ‘the ending part...’ it was all too familiar: lizquen, circa 2012, must be love: ‘the ending...’

it was completely blind, complete trust.

their casting made me momentarily forget that there were multiple rounds of auditions, from which the each of the cast were carefully picked. it just seemed so random, that is, in context of say, kaori and rhys that could count kuya’s house as part of their shared history. so much of my acceptance of this new pairing depended on how much i trusted the team, and how i knew they worked. i then consumed any and all donbelle content i could find, which, at that time was painfully lacking. imagine the excitement when that first general assembly officially kicked off the hih junket, from then on, they started to grow on me.

these are two calm, cool, collected kids, with a kulit side for sure, but they both take their sweet time. there is a formality and wide open space that was begging to be bridged with these two. there were times i would will myself to see it. theirs isn’t an instant explosion of chemistry, but a sustained afterglow. once that was clear, the goal of sustaining this partnership for however long, how many other stories they can tell together, also became clearer.

it was the tv patrol interview by the lockers that had me sold. it was him joking that they were already married with three kids. it was the way he looked at her in that interview, the way he still does, with donbelle, it’s all the little, quiet things. i don’t know how to explain it, but if they were to jump into the emotional deep end together, i have no fear.

now, back to the beginning which i thought was strange. a recap of what i imagine is the entire first season, artistic as it may be, is one huge spoiler. i realized, this is based on a book. those who’ve read it obviously know what’s going to happen. such opening is meant to set the mood. it’s an invitation to emotionally invest. it’s safe to say, it accomplished those two goals, but i feel as though there is more to that opening. as someone who is clueless about the source material, it reassures that it doesn’t matter what we know, or don’t know, because this is less a story of ‘what?’ and more a story of ‘whys?’ and ‘hows?’this takes me back to the first general assembly when comparisons to the meteor garden, boys over flowers were brought up. i understand the comparisons, but now that the first episode has aired, i feel so strongly against it.

this introductory montage is proof that it is not about the pieces of the story, but how the pieces are moved around to tell a story, to give us a fresh new perspective of a trope, starring stereotypical characters. the story is told in retrospect, with our lead looking back, taking all the pieces of the whole apart, rather than building the story as she goes along (which is incidentally how i like to take in stories).

the introductory montage is a device that allows a more expanded storytelling. the story is told from max’s point of view. it’s a story of how she sees things, this makes her an unreliable narrator due to her blind spots and clouded judgement. as the story goes along, the audience sees that it is not only max’s story, it is deib’s as well, and the rest of the characters’ stories, max only sees the bigger picture in retrospect. because i am such a nerd, imagine my kilig when i realize why that choice for an opening was made? i may have screamed.

notes, questions, favorite moments.

belle’s ‘sigurado,’ the first 4-5 notes of the hooked sprinkled throughout the episode.

on the road: the transition from max on the trike and deib, in his car rushing through a countryside road, if that was clean editing, i’d celebrate it...that the two people were on the same road at the same time travelling different directions is the most clever storytelling moment thus far. i love when seeds are planted and pay offs are grand. it was hardly a meet cute, but it was some intense head on collision. okay, i got it just then, the accident was a literal representation of their metaphorical colliding. it was a lot of things for her: irritation, wonder, disturbance, fascination, disruption. it was a complicated mix for him too, except clouded by the rush of having to be somewhere else other than that moment. charged. electric. spark. lightning that escaped him. (yup. more on that later).

this encounter begs the question: what was deib doing there? why was he in a rush?

the airport scene: ‘hinihintay ka na ng kapalaran mo.’ a beautiful verbal sign of things to come.

meeting daddy: it’s what uncertainty does to max that i find so disarming her fidgeting the heart shaped pendant close to her chest, summoning said heart for strength, and grace, counting on the assurance of its familiarity.

the car conversation with dad: still disarming. charming. curious. that the necklace from which hangs her heart shaped confidante was actually her dad’s gift to her mom. how heartwarming is the thought that the one thing that makes her feel close to her mom is actually from her dad who she is meeting for what i assume is the first time? i think it’s a beautiful irony.

the dinner table scene. the family dynamic it established. elle’s french, max wrestling with the chopsticks on the side.

sleepless max. her hidden vulnerability, and with whom that vulnerability finds comfort. who is babu?

max’s fist at the school entrance, and elle calling her out on it.

the cafeteria scene, and how that whole moment is the selling point of the story - brave max who does not care for the social rules of her new school standing up to the bully who happens to look the way he does. i won’t say she’s unaffected, but at that point her view is clouded with the injustice she just witnessed, that is until they recognize each other. as a side note: ysay and lorde’s interaction made me smile.

the aftermath. max has now caught the attention of the whole school, she has caught the attention of the mean girls so much so that walking down the halls is social suicide. when aimee confronted her, (sophie did so well!) my eyes looked for elle’s eyes. there were layers upon layers of emotion there: shame, hesitation, confusion, fear, maybe anger, there was a flash of her wanting to connect too, or did i just imagine it?

the gym scene with all the boys. it’s probably my favorite...not really, but it’s the scene that gave me so much, the scene that proved to me that this is more than just a simple, one dimensional teen show. this one moment spawned so many fan theories online that i have yet to read. it’s interesting when we cross that bridge, but to me for now, it is from this point up to the debate that kind of turned the tables, and gave the story a sudden depth that’s unexpected. it made the audience pay attention to deib as well, that this is as much his story too. and on the aspect of change, in one interview (i can’t remember which one), i remember belle describing max as someone who wants to change the people around her, and through that, she is changed as well. i did not understand what she meant at that time, until this. and the debate.

the debate: i just love the debate, simply because i love words, but long-winded dialogue like that is risky especially on a show like this. i loved it. i loved the rhythm, poetry, and point of it. i love how layered it is. i loved how comfortable was delivering his lines. i did not cringe, which just means he has gotten better at this whole acting thing, and it’s always a joy to watch someone breakthrough. this moment was necessary as a springboard to the next scene, to show that the rivalry isn’t just a physical one, but a rivalry of the minds too. (i enjoyed that that was pointed out in one of the kumu lives) this is also one of the scenes that proved what the introductory montage was trying to establish: that max is an unreliable narrator, that there are things she doesn’t see. i would say the tables have turned, and it has, but we also discovered that deib has always been the romantic, and max the realist. at that moment we know that max will be changed irrevocably. that ending took the wind out of me. that hurt, but it was thrilling too, made me excited for things to come.

‘love is like lightning.’ poor deib doesn’t know he has been struck by lightning, and is prone to the electricity of one. he doesn’t know it yet because of the gray sky gloom of his shattered heart.

the kiss is everything, it was shocking, kilig and all that, but in context of the story, it is more appealing more kilig to think of all the interactions that lead up to that accidental kiss, all the pent up tension in those interactions that is channeled into that meeting of lips. oh gosh! it just occurred to me, this kiss was predicated by such a verbose exchange just to prove a point, to win. it only took this kiss to shut both max and deib up. i would say there are no winners here. they are both losers to love. except. it’s still to early to call it, right?

in terms of the team up: implied as it is, this is what i mean when i say, i am unafraid for these two to go there, when necessary. there is such a safety i sense between donny and belle, in the way they care for each other. it’s beautiful.

to say that this show only promotes bullying to its young, impressionable target demographic, could not be more wrong. this show matters because it gives its characters (who are representative of today’s teen generation), complete arcs, and safe spaces for feelings no matter how ugly they are. it’s a show that allows teens to be teens, allows them to figure things out for themselves, a show that allows them to relate with one another, as they should. and the usual byproduct of emotional teens relating with one another is bullying. it’s not the best thing ever, but it is what it is. see, we can only pray and hope that the kids turn out to be good ones, but to expect kids to be perfect is out of the question. this is a work of fiction, of course there is a tinge of exaggeration. now, if you all are that bothered by the bullying, i hope there are adults watching with you. be kilig. have fun with the show, but always look deeper.

why do you think i needed three re-watches and few days for a post this long?

i am excited for the next episodes.

(if i think to add more, this will be edited).

#tv #tv: he's into her

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alison-anonymous · 5 years

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♡ speak now ♡ varian

Speak Now ♡ Varian x Reader

Requested: no, this one was all me ;) I adore Varian, so here is a nice little imagine for you all!

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of abuse, forced marriage, TONS OF FLUFF IN THE END!

Summary: reader and Varian have been best friends since they were little and have secretly been in love with one another for a long time. Literally everyone knows but them. Reader and Varian soon became almost like family to the royal family of Corona, but as the years passed, the reader soon became engaged to a very wealthy, very abusive man who threatened to kill her if she did not agree to marry him. In this, Varian and the reader are both 18!

♡♡♡

Today was your wedding day.

A day full of love, laughter, fluttering butterflies in the stomach, hushed whispers, and cheers in celebration. A day that was supposed to be happy and spread joy all throughout the kingdom of Corona, just like Rapunzel and Eugene’s wedding was going to bring. Only... your wedding day was the exact opposite.

You stood before the three-paned mirror, staring at your reflection intensely. You wore a long, uncomfortable white gown that trailed behind you for meters and a corset so tight that you had to practically gasp in order to take in one breath of air. Your hair was done up in a very tight up do, courtesy of your soon to be step-mother, who was a very angry, very scary and powerful woman. It had seemed as if though she were trying to rip the hair out of your skull as she did your hair and makeup... You couldn’t help but grimace in disgust at your reflection. Bags hung under your eyes, and were still bloodshot from all of the nights you had spent crying yourself to sleep. Of course you didn’t want to get married to Dane Kinsley! The man was a horrid beast whose only concern in life was getting more money. The only reason why he wanted you to marry him was so that he could get the money you had inherited after your father’s death. Turns out family friends can turn out to not be friends after all...

The room was quiet around you. Unbearably so. Mrs. Kinsley had ordered you that no one be able to see you five hours before the ceremony, not even her. So after she had gotten you all done up, she placed a pair of hand cuffs around your wrists and locked you in one of the church’s towers until the ceremony was about to begin. When you were a little girl, you had always fantasized about how all of your friends and family would be crowding around you, gushing about how beautiful you looked and how lucky Varian was to be marrying you...

Shit... you silently cursed in your head. You weren’t marrying Varian, were you?

A fresh set of tears sprung into your eyes as you cast you gaze towards the barred window. The cuffs were heavy around your gloved wrists and chafed against the fabric. Funny. It was supposed to be your wedding day, and it felt like you being kept prisoner. No, you didn’t love the groom. You were in love with someone else. You had been in love with someone else for quite some time, but were always afraid to admit it. Varian, your best friend and notorious alchemist of Old Corona, was the one who held your heart. And even though you were about to get married to someone else who clearly couldn’t care less about your well being, you knew he always would have your heart.

Of course you had thought about running away or even saying no. But that simply wasn’t an option. The second Dane proposed to you, you immediately said no. But when his mother pressed a knife against your throat and he threatened to kill you and all of your loved ones unless you married him in three days time, you knew you had no way out. You broke the news to your three good friends, Princess Rapunzel, Eugene, and Cassandra, Rapunzel’s lady in waiting. The talk when a little like this...

♡ flashback

“YOU’RE GETTING WHAT NOW?” Eugene practically screamed in terror at your shaking form.

“I-I’m getting married in three days time to Dane Kinsley...” your voice was barely above a whisper, but your voice had gone hoarse from screaming and crying. Rapunzel’s eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hands. Cass simply stared at you with sad eyes.

“But I thought you were in love with Varian,” Eugene said incredulously. But the second he saw the tear slip out of your eye, he immediately put two and two together.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Rapunzel soothed as you broke down in a fit of tears in the middle of the hallway. Your sobs hurt and your cheeks burned with the hot tears that streamed down them, but you couldn’t stop crying. You had promised yourself to a man you didn’t love and now you could never get a chance to be with Varian. “N/n, it’ll be okay. We’ll get you out of this.” She gently pulled you in for a hug. You buried your face into your shoulder as you cried.

“I-I love Varian,” you sniffled. “I love him more than anything and now I won’t ever get to be with him.”

“Can’t you just say no?” Cass asked, concern dripping from her tone.

“I tried,” you sobbed even harder. “He threatened to kill me if I refused.”

The three gasped in horror as the words left your mouth. Cass and Eugene shared horrified looks as Rapunzel gently pulled you back, still holding onto your shoulders as she bore her green eyes into yours. “Y/n,” she said softly. “That’s forced marriage.”

Your eyes widened a bit in shock. “W-what?”

“We can get you out of this,” Eugene answered for her, stepping in closer. “If you haven’t given your consent yet, there’s still time-”

“No,” you rapidly shook your head, e/c eyes filling with tears once more. “He said he would kill not only me, but everyone I love if I don’t do this. I’m not putting you all in that kind of danger. Especially Varian.”

“Especially me, what?”

You swiveled around to face the all too familiar voice that interrupted your speech. And there he was, his adorable blue eyes shimmering with confusion as he held a stack of books in his gloved hands. The second he saw the tears streaming down your cheeks, he instantly dropped the books, letting them clatter onto the floor, and raced to you. Gently pushing Rapunzel out of the way, he cupped your cheeks and wiped away the stray tears. You felt your heart stop with his closeness and the sparks ignite from just his closeness. Little did you know, he was feeling the exact same way. Only, his eyes were filled with concern as he stared down at you in worry.

“What’s wrong, N/n? Please don’t cry,” he whispered the last part, neither of you noticing the soft, knowing smiles the three adults exchanged. You rested your hands on his forearms and leaned into his touch, savoring his closeness while you still had it. You loved him with all your heart. At first, you had thought it was just a silly school-crush that most girls had when their best friend was a boy. But as time went on, the feelings didn’t go away... and instead they got stronger. It was the same way for him, only he didn’t think anyone as perfect as you could ever love some nerd like him as more than a friend. You loved the little streak in his messy hair, the goggles he insisted on wearing all the time, his adorably crooked smile, his baby blue eyes, his voice, his obsession with science and all things alchemy, how he was always trying to help others. How he loved you for you and never judged you for it. Varian had been there for you when no one else was and he loved you even more than he loved his father. Varian was your everything... but you had to let him go. To save him.

“V-Varian...”

You have to tell him. You owe it to him.

“I’m getting married.” The second the words left your mouth, you could almost see Varian’s heart shatter. The floodgates opened up once more as you began to cry again, only now Varian’s eyes too filled with tears. The sight made your world come crashing down as he slowly pulled away from you, blinking in confusion.

“W-What did you just say?” His voice cracked, eyes never leaving you. You reached back out for him, only to have him take a step away from you, shattering your heart even more.

“Varian, please don’t do this,” you cried through bleary eyes. “I-I don’t want to marry him, but-”

“You’re getting married,” he repeated, more to himself than to anyone else as he cast his gaze down to the floor. “To someone else.”

♡♡♡

You felt like a half of you was missing staring out the window in the silence. Tears attempted to escape out your eyes, but you hastily wiped them away to avoid screwing your makeup up for the fifth time this hour. The chains clanged together as you rose your arm and rattled when you slumped them back down. The world seemed a lot darker now, you thought. And it was only going to get darker...

Suddenly, the sound of a bold unlocking came from the opposite side of the door. You turned slightly just as Mrs. Kinsley appeared, a hateful look plastered on her face as she marched towards you in a modest black dress. She looked like she were more dressed to attend a funeral than a wedding.

“I told you not to move from that spot,” she hissed, noticing how you had stepped away from the mirrors. You winced in fear as she stalked towards you, snatching your hands by the chain harshly and unlocking the cuffs.

“I’m sorry, miss,” you sighed with relief as your hands were free once again. “I just... wanted to look outside.”

“You won’t have time for that soon, brat,” she snarled, her grey eyes striking fear into your spine as she grabbed your wrist so tightly it made you yelp in pain. “Now come on, the ceremony is about to begin.”

It felt like only seconds before you were walking down that aisle. You had to walk down it alone, since your father was gone. You weren’t allowed to have any bridesmaids or maid of honors, which almost killed you when you were told you couldn’t have Rapunzel or Cassandra as your bridesmaids. The only people who stood at the altar were the priest, Dane, his mother, and Max who was the ring bearer. But the second the magnificent white horse saw your exhausted, heartbroken face, his ears slumped back against his head.

The walk down the aisle was the most painful thirty seconds of your life. You clutched onto the tiny bouquet like it was your life source, and tried your best not to look at the faces as you passed them. People began muttering in concern the second they saw you. You didn’t blame them, you probably looked miserable. The only time you dared to look at the people was when you passed by the row your friends sat in. Rapunzel was clutching onto Eugene with tears in her eyes as she watched you stiffly walk past her. Cass was sorrowfully casting her glance aside and Varian... oh my god, you didn’t even expect him to show up, but there he was. Almost as if he were waiting to see you. You both locked eyes for the entirety that you walked past him, you even looking behind you as you walked towards the altar. His mouth was dropped open slightly at the sight of you in white, but the second he saw Dane, the heartbroken expression soon took over his features once more.

Forcing yourself to look away from his beautiful blue eyes was one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do. You hesitated for a second, making the audience go quiet for a moment in shock. But the second Dane sent you a glare, you quickly stepped up to your position, jumping a bit when Mrs. Kinsley jabbed something hard into your side as a punishment. The organ stopped and you forced yourself to look up at Dane, who wasn’t even looking at you and was instead winking at one of the girls in the front pews. Max sent you a sorrow filled gaze, which nearly sent you into a fit of tears that even a horse knew this wasn’t meant to be.

“Dearly beloved,” the priest began, causing everyone to shut up. “We have gathered here today for the union of two lovely people: Dane Kinsley and Y/n L/n.” The priest began his speech, but you slowly began to drown it out as you stood there with shaking knees. Thankfully the dress hid it. You ran through the process in your head, remembering that the option to object came after the I Dos, which was strange but was the way that Corona did things. As the priest continued, you glanced up at Dane once more, only to see him inspecting his cuticles purposefully, like the priest weren’t even speaking. You couldn’t remember the last time you had met someone as rude as this man. The first time you two met, he spilled wine all over your blouse and then accused you for the accident.

With the priest droning on in the background, you took this moment to glance out around the crowd. Some faces were smiling pleasantly, but most of the people whom you knew wore deep frowns on their lips. Even Rapunzel’s parents sent you sorrowful gazes when you made eye contact with them. You then made the mistake of finding Varian in the crowd again and connecting with him once again through just your eyes. You felt your heart stop when you noticed he wasn’t wearing his normal outfit anymore and was instead done up in a tux. You had never seen him dressed up before... and he looked undeniably handsome. A smile grew onto your lips without you even noticing, as a soft one grew across his as well. He seemed... nervous, you thought as you noticed his fidgeting. Something he only did when he was debating doing or saying somethi-

“Do you, Dane Kinsley, take Y/n L/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Holy shit, you quickly snapped back into the horrific reality. You were at the I Dos already? A lump formed in your throat and your stomach tied into knots as you watched Dane push back his cuticles for a moment before he noticed it was his cue.

“Huh? Oh, I do, or whatever,” he waved off the priest before going back to pricking his nails. Little did you know that Varian, who was sitting next to Rapunzel, gritted his teeth and balled up his fists in fury at the man. He just dismissed you like that? Didn’t he care that he was about to marry the most beautiful, most perfect girl on earth?

The priest continued. “And do you, Y/n L/n, take Dane Kinsley to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Silence.

You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed as your mouth felt like cotton. You stood there, staring intensely at Dane, as images of what your future life might hold... becoming enslaved to your husband. Never being allowed to go outside without him. Having to cook, clean, and do chores for every hour of the day. Give birth to children who would only get ignored and neglected just like he would neglect you. Getting petrified by your new stepmother. Never living to see your best friends again. Never being allowed to see Varian again...

A lone tear slipped down your cheek, causing the crowd to gasp. Tears streamed down Rapunzel’s cheeks as she buried her face into Eugene’s chest. She couldn’t bare to see this. Varian’s heart broke as he saw your face crumple for a second. You didn’t want to do this. You would rather die than do this.

You couldn’t do this.

“She does,” Mrs. Kinsley’s sharp tone startled you and the crowd, as she jabbed you again, causing you to yelp a little louder than you wanted to. The King and Queen furrowed their brows in suspicion as Varian’s anger only bubbled, his brows knitting together slowly at the way they were treating his Y/n. The priest sent her a look as Dane sent you a glare that sent chills down your spine. “Don’t you, Y/n?”

You didn’t have a choice... with tears streaming down your cheeks uncontrollably, you choked out, “I-I... do...”

Surprisingly, the crowd let out small sighs of dejection at your acceptance. You felt like your heart was going to crawl up your throat and spew out your mouth, all over the douchebag’s face. The priest then gave you your one last chance to escape... you could hope that someone would say something...

“If anyone objects to the union of these two, speak now or forever hold your peace.” The priest’s voice boomed off of the church walls. You squeezed your eyes tight as more tears slipped down your cheeks, praying to the gods above that someone say something, anything. Seconds ticked by of silence...

Oh no. This was it. You were about to be tied to this monster before you... forever. The priest took a deep breath to continue and-

“I OBJECT.” At the very last second, the voice of your savior broke through the silence. Gasps soon turned into cheers as you turned to see who was standing... and your eyes soon rested on Varian. Your heart instantly melt as you saw him, standing in the middle of the aisle with clenched fists and the most determined look you had ever seen on his face. Rapunzel was off to the side with a huge grin on her face, shaking Eugene by the shoulders.

“Varian...” you softly whispered to yourself. The Kinsley’s started growling next to you, but they didn’t matter anymore. Varian was objecting, he truly did care about you. The priest motioned for him to continue, and the boy began to walk towards you slowly, staring you right in your eyes. And in that moment, it was like everyone else in the church disappeared until it was just you and Varian. The love of your life.

“Y/n... I love you.” You couldn’t suppress that gasp that fell from your mouth. “I have loved you for such a long time that I can’t remember when I started and I promise you that I won’t stop loving you, not even after I die. I love everything about you. You’re beautiful, you’re funny, you’re selfless, you’re kind, you’re loving, you always see the best in people even when it’s not there. You make people want to be better. You make ME want to be better. You’ve always been there for me and you’ve never given up on me. Now I’m not going to give up on you. I know it’s taken me forever to finally tell you how I feel, and now I’m terrified that I’m too late but... You don’t belong with a menace like him. Please, Y/n...” tears brimmed his eyes as he came to a stop right before you, looking up into your eyes. “Be with me instead.”

“awws” littered the room as Varian reached his hand out towards you. The priest cautiously closed his book, a smug smile on his face as he watched the scene unfold. You gratefully took Varian’s warm hand in yours, a grin spreading across your face as you let out a gaspy laugh.

“Of course I’ll be with you, Varian,” you smiled. “I love you too.”

Tears of happiness now brimmed at his baby blue eyes as he sent you his signature grin, his shoulders sagging with relief as he pulled you towards him. Cheers filled the room as you neared him gratefully, when suddenly someone’s hand wrapped around your forearm so tightly it made you shriek in pain. It was Dane, with a deep scowl imprinted on his face, which had now turned a tomato red in fury.

“What the hell is this?” He snarled. Varian’s grip on your hand tightened as he quickly snaked an arm around your waist protectively. “She is MY wife. Get your fucking hands off of her.”

“She’s not your wife,” Varian snapped, pulling your frazzled form towards him. You used your free hand to wrap around his neck while you tried to wrestle the other one free. “She belongs with me. Back off.”

“Oh - hoho, you’re going to regret this...”

And then he pulled a fucking crossbow out from his pocket. How the hell he got that in there remained a mystery, all you cared about was the very pointy, very dangerous object sitting inches away from your face. Then the screams started. Rapunzel, Eugene, and Cass were the first to reach your side, wrenching your arm out of Dane’s painful grip. Cass unsheathed her sword and barked to Varian, “Get her out of here! We’ll handle the Kinsleys.”

Varian nodded, and pushed you in front of him, but you were quick to grab his hand and pull him along with you as the two of you ran like the wind down the aisle. Varian had to hold part of your dress as you carried the other half as to not trip over it. Soon after you two had started running, the royal guards of the Kinsleys began chasing after you once Mrs. Kinsley ordered them to retrieve the bride. Varian pulled a couple vials out of his pocket and tossed them at the guards, causing an instantaneous explosion of varied neon colors that sent a few guards into shock. You giggled, a warm smile floating across your mouth.

“Smart move, love,” you panted due to the corset sinching around your waist. Varian sent you a wink as he pushed open the big doors.

“Why thank you, Milady,” he quickly turned around and slammed the doors shut, but soon fled off with you in tow. You both ran for a long time, still being chased by the guards until Varian sent Rudiger to distract them. You both finally came to a stop once your reached the corridor leading to Rapunzel’s room. You slowly slid down the wall, giggling like a mad woman as you crashed onto the floor. Varian slid down next to you, still trying to catch his breath.

You were having a hard time breathing due to the corset, and even though your breathing was quiet, Varian still caught notice of it. “Are you okay, love?”

“S-stupid corset,” you gasped out, gritting your teeth as you quickly dove your hand into Varian’s pockets inside his jacket, causing him to blush almost instantly at your closeness. You pulled out the pocket knife you forced him to keep on him just in case something bad happened, and used it to slice the strings open. The boards fell loosely against your stomach, and you let out a huge gasp as oxygen flooded into your lungs. Varian’s cheeks still remained a bright crimson as he gently turned your chin to face him, and brushed the loose strands of hair out of your face. A brief silence fell amongst you two as you simply stared into each other’s eyes. Memories flooded through your brain of all the time you had spent together... all the days you spent in his lab, helping him work on new formulas, the day he named a new element after you, the many times you ended up spending the night at his place, the countless times you ended up falling asleep on each other due to exhaustion... it was Varian. It was always Varian.

“Did you mean everything you said back there?” You whispered, suddenly noticing how close you were to each other. If you inched a little closer, your noses would be touching.

Varian let out a bashful chuckle, and scratched the back of his neck. “I mean... yeah, of course I did... do-do you feel the same? I mean it’s totally alright if you don’t want to be with-”

“Varian,” you interrupted, not being able to help the grin that formed on your face. He stopped and stared at you with those gorgeous wide eyes of his, his bangs falling slightly over one of his eyes. You leaned in closer, and gently touched your nose against his, making him jump slightly. “I said it before, but I’ll say it again. I love you too. Thank you for saving me.”

“It was the least I could do,” he smirked, and before you could utter another word, he swooped in and pressed his lips against yours. You froze for a moment in shock, but soon melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. Varian had saved you from making one of the hugest mistakes of your life, and you were pretty certain he was never going to let you forget it.

But as long as you had Varian, nothing else mattered ♡

♡ a.a.

#tangled varian #varian #varian x reader #rapunzel's tangled adventure #tangled season 3 #tangled imagine #tangled the series

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camiddletonxox · 4 years

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Just One Goddamn Kiss

Pairing - Avery Wilshire x Charity Middleton (Platinum)

Rating - Teen I guess as sex is mentioned 🤷🏻‍♀️

Note - This is my vision of Charity’s family and who they are I guess. This is post book 1

Tag list - @drakewalkerfantasy @ao719 @princess-geek @polishchoicesfan @binny1985 @desireepow-1986 @adriansbiss @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @hatescapsicum @itscassandral @gardeningourmet @thequeenofcronuts @heauxplesslydevoted @kaavyaethanramsey @choicesolivia @choicesolivia @regencylady1810 @dailydoseofchoices @storyofmychoices @sushiharrington

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Summary - Taking Avery to her grandparents farm, all she wants is to give one kiss! JUST ONE!

Word Count - 1057

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Avery and Charity had took a visit to Charity’s grandparents farm where her mother, Catherine and her father Graham were. She was so excited to see her parents as she hadn’t seen them in so long, they had fallen out before One in a Million and had now made up. Charity’s brothers Nicholas, Kyle and Matthew were also there with their wives and children. The family, excluding her grandparents had previously met the British star at

Arriving at the scenic farm, Charity led her boyfriend across the field leading up to a beautiful looking farm house, the wall decorated in wall flowers, the stables were close by.

“This feels very cozy” Avery observed, squeezing his girlfriends hand as they walked, he was in amazement at how beautiful the scenery was.

“Its amazing, wait till you see the field behind the house” Charity answered, turning to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck and she went to kiss him when the door opened, her grandfather Bob chuckled.

“I thought I heard you, missy” The older man chuckled and Charity turned around before throwing her arms around her grandfather who she was super close to.

“Granddad! Hi!” She beamed, the older man wore his grey v-neck jumper and his black trousers, the 71 year old looked good for his age. She pulled from the hug, kissiing her grandfathers cheek.

“Hi buttercup, who is this dashing gentleman?” The older man looked at Avery.

“Granddad this is Avery, my boyfriend. Avery, this is my granddad Bob. He is my dad’s father” she beamed.

“Wasn’t Avery your teacher on one in a million buttercup?” The older man questioned, he was getting old, it was hard to remember what his son would tell him.

“He was my mentor, Granddad. We got together after One in a million” Charity explained.

“He seems to make you happy, you are beaming” her grandfather chuckled, putting a hand out for her boyfriend to shake, “Welcome to the family, lad. My wife and I have a lot of photos to show you of when my buttercup was only a little buttercup” The older gentleman beamed as he spoke, he was a proud grandfather, and his youngest granddaughter was his secret favourite and the fact he could tell all the men at the navy club his granddaughter was a pop princess just made it better.

“Its a pleasure to meet you, Charity always talks about you” Avery smiles.

“Oh, I’m sure she does, she spent a lot of time with us when she was growing up, never could stop her singing” Her granddad smiled at the fond memory of his granddaughter.

“She told me it was her who convinced you and your wife to get horses” Avery smiled as he spoke. For him, meeting little Charitys hero was more intimidating then he ever had expected it to be but her grandfather was so down to earth, clearly had a soft spot for his youngest granddaughter

“Yes, my youngest granddaughter is definitely persuasive, please come in both of you” The older gentleman stepped back to allow them to walk in the house

Once in the house, Charity’s grandmother greeted them both.

“Charity, sweetheart” she beamed, her grandmother was a beautiful lady for her age, and it was clear Charity’s beauty was inherited from her grandmother.

“Hey Grandma, this is my boyfriend Avery, Avery this is my grandma, Sue” she smiled as the older woman hugged her granddaughter.

“Its a pleasure to meet the crush who became the boyfriend” Sue beamed and hugged Avery too. Once her grandmother had gone to get them a drink Charity pulled Avery close to her and was about to press her lips to his but a little boy bounded in.

“Harry, its Auntie Charity” the overly excited little boy beamed and ran into his aunt, hugging her legs, couldn’t they just have a kiss

“Hey Max, oh you have grown up so much, can I have a hug?” Charity spoke softly, hiding her annoyance at not getting to kiss Avery, all she wanted was one goddamn kiss, was that too much to ask.

“You brought him, eww” the little boy pulled a face at his auntie as he held onto her as Catherine walked through. Avery found the idea off her nephew being a bit cheeky towards him adorable, he hoped one day if it ever came, him and Charity could be parents.

“Come on Max, finish your food like your mummy asked you too” she spoke and the little boy groaned and ran off, muttering. Catherine gave her a daughter a smile. “Hey honey, Dad is through in the lounge” her mother spoke.

“Oh I’ll go see him” Charity smiled, a smile on her face, she felt like shouting just let me kiss my boyfriend but she knew her father would take great pleasure in teasing her and making silly kiss noises. What a family she had she thought to herself, she loves them dearly but she just wanted one kiss from her boyfriend. When she walked into the living room, she found her oldest brother Kyle with his son, Jordan.

“Hey look its my amazing pop princess baby sister” Kyle hugged his little sister. Graham greeted Avery, the two of them seemed to get on. The moment he met his only daughter’s boyfriend, he immediately welcomed him to the family.

“Its so good that my princess remembers her roots, now shes so famous” her father teases as her brother released her from that big brotherly hug and her father enveloped her in a big dad hug. Once he pulled away, Charity insisted she must introduce Avery to the horses and managed to drag him away and Avery chuckled.

“It seems your family don’t want us to kiss at all” He joke and Charity rolled her eyes, she on one hand just wanted to press her lips against those luscious ones he possessed.

“Ugh, its not like we want to have sex infront of my father” Charity rolled her eyes, she was a tad dramatic at times but Avery loved her all the same.

“Maybe we can kiss now” Avery whispered softly and the two of them kissed just outside the stables, the feeling of kissing one another was a delight every time they kissed but something about their location made it romantic...

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steebharringt0n · 5 years

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cat’s in the cradle

infant | toddler | child | teenager | young adult

a 5-part story exploring the relationship between billy hargrove and his first-born son, adam

pairing: billy hargrove x you

rating: t

a/n: thank you all for the feedback, this has been super fun to write so far and i’m so happy to see it receive so much love, if you’ve missed a part, I have linked them up top! enjoy!

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part 3 - child

“Ma! I can’t find my baseball glove!”

“Mommy, mommy, mommy!”

“MA! MY GLOVE!”

“MOMMY!”

Your head was going to explode if your children would not shut up.

The Hargrove household was in it’s usual chaos mode. Backpacks and shoes had a permanent place by the front door, the living room wall was adorned with pictures of the kids, pictures of you and Billy, pictures of you, Billy and the kids, and a couple with Max and your parents in them. It was Saturday morning and Adam had his championship little league game. The Sunset Cliff Tigers were on a hot streak and as usual, the four of you were running late because your husband just loved to take his sweet time showering. You were in the kitchen quickly stuffing snacks and drinks for the team, it was your job as the coach’s wife to always bring after game snacks - plus you always brought the best snacks.

10-year old Adam came rushing into the kitchen, his square glasses adorning his face as he frantically searched around the area for his lucky baseball mitt. His blond hair had darkened out as he got older, turning into a dirty blond that matched Billy’s hair. All dressed up in his yellow and white striped uniform, you heard the loud clacking of his baseball cleats roam around the kitchen.

“Adam, you left it in the laundry room” you casually told him, zipping up the large snack bag.

Adam blinked blankly, then quickly turned on his heels and ran over to the laundry room. You heard small puttering steps come into the kitchen, accompanied by a mischievous giggle you knew too well.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy!”

Ah, yes, Ava.

5-year old Ava Grace Hargrove was a carbon copy of you - minus the blue eyes. She had the same hair, same smile, same nose, and she even laughed the same way you did.

But my god, was she nothing like you. She was everything Billy, and it terrified you.

The mere thought of her turning into an angry, rebellious teenager gave you nightmares. She was nothing like your sweet boy, in fact they were the complete opposite of each other. Ava threw tantrums, Ava hated eating her vegetables, and oh man, don’t even think about reading her a bedtime story - she found them incredibly boring. She was loud, rebellious, and had a knack for getting into trouble.

She got along swimmingly with her Auntie Max.

But she knew how to work her way around you and Billy. She had a look - pretty much the same look that Billy would give to charm his way through situations. She would hang her lower lip in a pout, bat her long eyelashes and suddenly you and Billy were turned into goo.

Billy more than you. She had him wrapped around his finger, she was always able to weasel her way out of getting into trouble when Billy was around. His little princess could do no wrong in his eyes. He was there for every boo-boo, every cold, every flu. He was incredibly protective of her, more than he was with you in high school, and that’s saying something.

With a loud sigh escaping your lips, you turned to face your daughter, “Yes baby?”

Standing barefoot, with her long barbie pajamas, she gave you a grin, “I want my cheerios”

You quickly whipped out a sandwich bag, shoving handful of cheerios and zipping it close.

Being a full time mom, and teacher had its perks. You were a master multi-tasker, simultaneously grading papers, cooking dinner, doing laundry, putting your kids to bed and still find time with your husband? You were like Wonder Woman in Billy’s eyes.

You approached Ava, crouching down to her size. The bag of cheerios dangled in your hand, Ava went and tried to get a grab at it but you swiped it away before she could. She let out a angry grumble,

“You’ll get your cheerios when you go get dressed - we’re already late Ava Grace, I laid out your clothes for you on your bed, go change.” you ordered, your head gesturing towards her bedroom. Ava nodded at you, letting out a giggle before she scampered upstairs to her lilac colored room.

You scanned around the kitchen, making sure you didn’t forget anything else to pack. You had snacks, drinks, first-aid, sunscreen (yes, you were THAT mom). You heard the thundering footsteps of Billy come down the stairs, “Let’s go! We’re already late!” he shouted.

He poked his head into the kitchen flashing you a smile that still, at 30 years old, made you weak in the knees. “Ready momma?”

He donned on a yellow baseball cap, the words coach written in white, bold letter words. When Adam had expressed interest in little league, Billy jumped at the chance to coach his team. It was pretty much the only thing they had in common. Adam had no interest in cars, no interest in his dad’s lame old music, no interest in surfing, they had nothing in common.

Except for their love of baseball.

Billy and Adam held season passes to the San Diego Padres. They wouldn’t miss a game if their life depended on it. Hell, Billy even closed shop early one day in order to catch a game.

It was their thing, their little club, and your heart would swell when the two of them would come bursting into the house, their hands sticky from eating popcorn, their shirts stained with mustard from the hot-dogs, with large smiles on their faces, drunk on all the fun they had at the game.

Although they both couldn’t be any different, their love for baseball is what kept their bond tight.

“I’m waiting for our little hellraiser to get dressed” you told him, leaning forward on the kitchen island.

“My little Ava? My little princess who can do no wrong?” he dramatically feigned hurt, his hand placed over his heart.

He leaned over the kitchen island, meeting you halfway. Your noses grazed one another as you felt his minty breath on your face.

“What do I get when we win today?” he huskily spoke. After being together for over 10 years, you both were still crazy in love with each other since the first time he laid eyes on you when he walked into Hawkins High. Albeit you both were older, but his features had become more defined, his jaw more chiseled, his shoulders more broad - he still had that ugly tattoo on his shoulder (which both Adam and Ava marveled over) but he was still as sexy as ever.

“Hmm ... I dunno, maybe you’ll get to first base, maybe a little bit of second base ... not sure if you’ll hit a homerun though ... “ you playfully teased.

Billy’s raised an eyebrow, “Is that a challenge, Hargrove?”

“You bet your ass Hargrove”

“Ew, what are you guys doing?”

You quickly placed a peck on his lips as Adam’s voice broke the conversation between the two of you.

You smiled sweetly at your son who was now wearing a matching yellow baseball cap, walking over to him, “Nothing, did you find your glove?”

He pulled his old, ratted glove from under his arm, waving it in the air. “Got it right here, Ava! Let’s go!” he shouted at the stairs.

“I’m coming!” she shouted back, running from out of her room, her [Y/H/C] hair all wild as she carefully walked down the steps. All dressed up in her yellow overalls to match the team color, and white shoes, she looked absolutely adorable and for a second you forgot how much a little spitfire she could be.

“Daddy, daddy, I wore yellow for you!” she exclaimed happily, pushing her hair out of her face as she proudly showed off her yellow overalls. Billy scooped up his daughter, planting kisses all over her cheeks. He rested her on his hip, “I have my own cheerleader, whaddya know!”

You walked over to Billy and Ava and handed her the ziplock bag, she eagerly took it from your hands, and immediately started to shove the cheerios in her mouth.

The four of you quickly ushered out of the house, piling into Billy’s top of the line 1997 Honda CR-V, or as commonly known as, the family car. Billy’s poor old camero was collecting dust in the garage. He rarely had time to drive it around, but he knew one day he would pass on his first baby to Adam.

The drive to the baseball field was quick, but the crowds were already getting large. The Sunset Cliffs Tigers were going up against the Hillcrest Sharks - this was turning out to be a big game. Adam knew how difficult this team would be, but he wouldn’t let it effect his game. He didn’t want to let his father down.

Billy pulled the car into park, and Ava quickly jumped out of her booster seat, running towards the concession stand where you promised to buy her ice cream if she behaved well. You gave both your boys a good luck kiss (and a swat to Billy’s ass for good measure) as they headed down towards the coach’s box to huddle up with the team.

You caught up with Ava, who was having a hard time deciding on whether to choose chocolate or vanilla ice cream. Ultimately she ended up going with both. The two of you then found a spot on the bleachers, right behind the coach’s box as the game started to get underway.

The Tigers started out with a strong lead, hitting home runs left and right, but it was up until the 5th inning that the Sharks were quickly catching up to them. By the time the 9th inning rolled around the game was tied, 5-5, and it was a nail-biter.

Adam was on third base, he was so close to home base that he could feel it under his cleats. He pushed his glasses up, his neck turning towards you and Ava as you happily waved and gave him a thumbs up.

“You got this baby!” you shouted, Ava’s sticky hands that were covered in soft serve ice cream clapped along with you.

Suddenly, Adam got nervous. The crowds, the expectation, it all hit him at once.

He looked up at his father who could clearly read his nerves, and Billy called a time-out.

Adam jogged his way over to the coach’s box, a panicked expression on his face.

“Dad, I can’t do it, I can’t slide”

Billy crouched down to Adam’s height, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “Hey, hey, where did this come from?”

Adam shook his head, “I don’t wanna mess up, I don’t wanna lose.” Adam paused, sucking in a breath, “I don’t want to disappoint you”

Billy’s heart clenched at those words. It was like staring at a mirror when he gazed over at a nervous Adam. The painful memory of Neil berating him for not sliding properly at his own little league game suddenly entered his mind. He remember how terrified he was when Neil grabbed his arm, shaking him violently for not listening - for disappointing him.

For being a pussy.

But Billy isn’t Neil. He is nothing like Neil.

Billy placed both hands on Adam’s shoulder as he hung his head low. Billy lifted his son’s chin up, adjusting his glasses, and sweeping his sweaty hair out of his face.

“Win or lose, slide or not, I am proud of you no matter the outcome. You will never disappoint me Adam.”

Adam’s bottom lip trembled as he nodded at his father. Billy then stood up and engulfed his son in a tight hug. Billy pulled away, adjusting Adam’s yellow baseball cap. With a watery smile on his face, Adam jogged back to third base, a new wave of confidence instilled in him.

Jacob Richardson was up to bat, and as soon as the pitcher threw the ball, Jacob swung with all his might, the loud clack of the ball hitting the bat echoed throughout the field. All eyes were on Adam as he started to run towards home base. His cleats digging in the dirt, his arms woosh-ing by his side. He didn’t have time to think, but he went ahead and took the leap.

He threw himself onto the ground, feeling the rocks pierce his skin, the dirt burning his arm as he slid towards the base. His glasses were complete dirty, obstructing his vision. He outstretched his arms until the felt the home base plate under him.

“SAFE!”

The crowd roared with excitement. Adam jumped up, swiping his glasses off his face to see his teammates rush towards him. Lifting him up on their shoulders and parading him around. You and Ava ran out to the field, running over to Billy who was being handed the championship trophy. You placed a big sloppy kiss on his mouth, he was grinning from ear to ear as you pulled away from him. Billy then ran out to his team, handing Adam the championship trophy as his teammates placed him on the ground.

“I did it dad! I slid!” Adam beamed, his entire face caked with dirt.

Billy swept Adam in a hug, “You did! and I am so, so proud you”

You and Ava ran out to the field, and as soon as Billy let Adam go from his hug, you pulled your baby boy and held him tight against your chest.

“Oh my baby boy is a little league champion! I am so proud of you!” you exclaimed.

“Ma .. you’re embarrassing me ...” he muttered as you started to clean away at his face. No son of yours was going to look dirty for the championship photo. You felt tears prick your eyes as you stared down at your boy, the pride you felt for him made you feel overwhelmed, and you had a take a second to calm yourself down.

You probably snapped a million pictures of the whole team, but the favorite picture you took was of the three people who you loved the most. Billy holding Ava in his arms, Adam standing right beside them with the championship trophy in his hands, showing it off with a proud smile.

After a long celebration with the team (with lots of cake and pizza) the four of you headed back towards the car. Ava being Ava, consumed way too much cake and had a sugar crash. She ended up passed out on Billy’s shoulder, crumbs of chocolate cake decorated her lips as small snores escaped from her mouth. Billy had his other arm wrapped around your shoulder, Adam walking right beside you with the trophy in his hands.

“So am I getting scoring a home-run tonight?” he cockily spoke in your ear, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

“Wait you guys are playing baseball tonight? Can I play?!” Adam suddenly interjected. Billy was apparently not a good whisperer.

Ava suddenly awoke from her slumber, her eyes wide and alert, “I wanna play too! I wanna play baseball! I wanna score homeruns!” she whined.

Billy’s eyes almost bulged out of his head, and you almost choked, “Ava you are never scoring a homerun” Billy managed to utter out.

This in turn caused Ava to start whining even more, and for Adam beg, to plead to play baseball with his parents.

Luckily they were too young to realize the sexual euphemism that Billy had tried on you.

You jabbed Billy on his side, throwing him a look, “Real smooth Casanova, real smooth”

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laufire · 4 years

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Black Sails s3

This one took me longer because RL got in the way LOL. I’ve loved it as much as the other two (even if I am IN PAIN over you-know-who’s death DD:). I don’t know when I’ll have the time to finish the last season, but I wanted to post about this one before starting it; otherwise it’d accumulate with the 10+ and counting metas I want to write about this show once I have the full picture LMAO.

Max

As always, I have to start with her because she’s THE FUCKING BEST. This woman is currently competing for the number one spot among fictional characters in my heart LOL (I mean. I have loved Caroline Forbes --who I actually think Max has a lot in common with lmao. Everything I love is the same, as I always say-- for too many years for her to ever be truly dethroned; unless something goes really wrong with Legacies I guess. However, it’s still remarkable that a character could make me doubt).

I’ve absolutely adored her plot this season; watching her growing sphere of influence, the way she affects and upends others’ lives. That’s very much being present since season one, especially with her and Silver in tandem (I have a lot of Thoughts(TM) about those too as a driving/disruptive force in the show --they’ll go to one of those metas--; I’m put off by the fact that I didn’t get to enjoy them conspiring together this season lol. Though her reaction to the fake Long John Silver letter was kind of hilarious xDD. Still. I kind of wish we’d seen the scene where Silver tells her he renounces to his part of the price. It could’ve been very interesting --I guess he could’ve told Jack but that wouldn’t’ve been as good, so this is my headcanon).

The most obvious storyline where this manifest is in her relationship with Anne and Jack. I love everything about it, but well. I have to admit, the ~betrayal/different sides element appeals to me xD. I like that Max prioritices herself and her safety. That she sees the writing on the wall with the English invasion or with Vane’s execution and acts accordingly, the way she calculates her decisions and forms alliances without letting past grievances get in the way --with Eleanor, Rogers, Mrs. Mapleton...--, the choices she makes because she doesn’t want to be “on the outside looking in” ever again and how they always end reverting in her benefit, ultimately (I’m getting ahead because I am spoiled of quite a few things about s4, but I LOVE that eventually she mends her relationship with Anne and Jack. Because it fits into this: how even the possible mistakes and emotional compromises she makes are within a very specific frame that works out for her in the end).

Her relationship with Anne gets even better this season. I think my favourite scene is where Max tells Anne that she nows Anne “cannot fathom leaving me”. Can I get this woman’s confidence LMFAO. But seriously. I luff them. I love how Max convinces Jack of going along her plan to replace the gold with good easier to transport (and how THAT ends up being Flint’s treasure asdñlfkasfj. MY GIRL DIRECTLY CAUSED THE EVENTS IN TREASURE ISLAND OKAY) by appealing to their mutual love for Anne. That she trusts Anne with the story about her father. That she knows just as well as Jack that Anne wouldn’t give up the treasure so easily and she’ll try to save him (and that Anne won’t stomach the thought of Jack being tortured because she couldn’t bear MAX’S torture. My heart).

Another highlight of the season for me was her relationship with Eleanor, which keeps being a huge surprise no matter what xDD (even if, again, never in a shippy way. I’m very glad the season doesn’t go there). I love the reversal of expectation in a general fandom landscape: how ultimately, Eleanor doesn’t have an emotional hold over Max (and that she lost it as early as 1x02, IMO. I’m not saying “Max doesn’t feel anything about Eleanor”, but the truth of the matter is, narratively Eleanor serves Max, not the other way around. And I’m happy and relieved about it, ngl), and that the same isn’t true the other way around. I thought two very telling scenes where a.) Max hosting parody trials of Eleanor that paint her under a completely undignified light, but clearly deriving no pleasure from it: it simply was yet another thing she does for practically, level-headed political reasons; and b.) that Eleanor orders Rogers’ men not to hurt Anne in the exchange because Max’s love for Anne.

Continuing down with Max’s relationships, I’ve grown to really like hers with Idelle. I think Max find Idelle fun, likeable, uncomplicated (the scene where Featherstone tells Idelle he hopes his pardon doesn’t diminish her attraction to her was hilarious and clearly the moment Max was enjoying herself the most in the whole season lmfao. BTW, I kinda liked Idelle/Featherstone since the moment he told Jack he wasn’t concerned because “he was in love with a good woman” and Jack was like “Idelle??”. Yes, it’s fun because client-falling-for-sex-worker is a pitiful cliché, but here’s the thing: he’s right xD. He didn’t say “I’m in love with a woman who loves me”. He said he was in love with someone GOOD and Idelle IS a good woman, dammit xDD).

Max doesn’t concern herself much with the idea of Idelle going behind her back because Idelle loves her, respects her, and is a loyal friend (and yet clearly sees Max exactly as she is and doesn’t have any delusions about it. Luckily for her Max is probably the type to feel angry but not vengeful about this lol, if only because it could reflect on her). And Max is right about that. But I love that Idelle still has it in her to take a different path by allying herself with the pirates. I’m curious about the reasoning being after Max makes Mrs. Mapleton madam again; it’s clear the girls aren’t happy about her and she didn’t seem like she took good care of them in s1, to put it mildly, so there’s some of that, but I like to think part of it was Idelle going, “seriously Max? I’m right here! I could be the Madam!” xDD.

Her dynamic with Mrs. Mapleton was really interesting too; I like how she too puts aside any old grudge and decides to put her bets with Max over Eleanor or Rogers, because she has confidence that Max and her methods (“I choose to let the players reveal themselves to me, least I make an enemy out of someone I might wish to call a friend one day”) will outlast them (btw, that line/her approach in general --as well as Silver’s “liked is a good as feared” MO--, kind of reminded me to Sansa Stark’s “If I am ever queen, I will make them love me.” line. Food for thought). Yet I think Mrs. Mapleton instructed Georgia to attempt to ~seduce Max to get information out of her, which is very much in line with her. I loled at Max’s reaction basically being “gurl, who do you think you’re talking to. I practically invented this. GTFO” xDD

Basically, her entire storyline this season was pure gold. I love how all of those dynamics come from her maneuvers to keep herself safe, in power, and with influence (because those go hand in hand). I love her pride and her confidence, the way she refuses the scraps Eleanor and Rogers intend to give her at first (and how she firmly says to Eleanor “people do not speak to me that way anymore”, how she establishes a new normal between them), and how she pays her way out of trouble/into power with the gold she stole from Flint & co xDD.

My favourite moment of hers is devided between “in another time, in another place, they would call me a queen”, and “I AM Nassau” (that made me decide that if I ever write fic where Max needs a last name for any reason, it’s going to be Nassau. It is law), and how meta they’ll turn out to be :DD. I also have Thoughts about the evolution of her styles (beyond the obvious “omg she’s soooooo beautifuuuuul” lmao) but I’ll leave that for another show-encompassing meta too :P

Madi

She catapulted herself to Forever Fave status pretty quickly (I may have too many of those in this show. W h a t e v e r xDD). I love how self-assured she is (“when I speak my men listen, and they do as I say”), and how she always thinks of the big picture (like when she fought her impulse to order her men to fight against the pirates after one of them beat one of hers). And I have a lot of Feels about how this is explicitly linked to her heritage, her mother and father, their ~legacies.

Speaking of: one of the few major spoilers I seem to have avoided was that Mr. Scott was Madi’s father LOL. I was DELIGHTED by that reveal, and how it makes you reconsider his story. His relationship with Eleanor could’ve been a frankly off-putting cliché, but this completely circumvents that; it’s true that he’d shown more independence from her than I would’ve expected in another show, by leaving her side to do his own thing and further contributing to her vulnerability. But giving him a real* family, one that he prioritises over Eleanor and HID FROM HER, using her position to their benefit... That’s on a whole other level.

*I know some people are going to object to this qualifier. Fandom gets like that about found families, adopted families, etc. And I get it, but this is NOT like those situations. Mr. Scott was Eleanor’s SLAVE, FFS. That is incompatible with being her family, her father figure, no matter what she thought. And I love that the show made it explicit, when Madi tried to talk about his “two daughters” and he said “NO. ONLY YOU” in his deathbed (I might or might not have cried, okay. It may be one of my favourite scenes in the whole series). Especially when there’s a very obvious trend of characters of color COINCIDENTALLY being written as prioritizing white characters over their biological families, at the cost of their health and even their lives (I am still not over Monty being forced to kill his own mother to protect Octavia in The 100. Fuck that shit, seriously). Black Sails deciding to do the oposite here is FUCKING REVOLUTIONARY and I love it to pieces.

Another thing I loved is that they picked an actress that looks more like Mr. Scott than like her mother or Max (darker skin etc.): aka how the few black female characters that usually get what Madi will from Silver --that ~eternal devotion, willing to go against anything and anyone for her etc.-- tend to look.

Unsurprisingly, I like Madi/Silver VERY MUCH lol. I like that he is immediately ~drawn to her, in a subtle way, and viceversa (like in the scene where he’s still in the cage watching how she has trouble breathing after seeing her wounded father, or when they hug after his death). All their talks about power, responsibility, succession etc. are really good. And her concern for him is as palpable as probably inconvenient for her xD. I love the scene where she holds her hand as his leg is treated, or her worry one Silver calls himself a “one legged creature”. Though my favourite might be when he smiles when she shows concern for his state after killing Dufresne, and she’s like “well duh, if you fall apart the alliance between my people and yours is screwed” xDD

And though there hasn’t been much development yet on that side, I’m already so onboard with Flint/Madi/Silver lmfao. I love that nod of ~acknowledgment between Flint and Madi with the Maroon Queen’s voiceover about how Madi will have as much authority as Flint in his own ship xD. Her concern about Silver’s relationship with him is kind of ironic knowing that they’ll eventually find themselves more aligned between them than with Silver, by virtue of their many commonalities LOL. And there’s already traces of that ot3 feels, like when Madi tells Silver that the mistake of those “other people close to Flint” that he’s so scared of following to the grave was trying to deal with Flint alone (Madi’s seduction technique: kindness, understanding, and offers of partnership. I dig it).

I want more scenes of and with her mother, too. And between her mother and Silver, since apparently the Maroon Queen trusts him among all the pirates NOT to betray them for money (Jack saying the irony wasn’t lost on him and Flitn was hilarious xD) and that has to be thanks to Madi’s opinion of him. I’m kind of bitter we never got a Mr. Scott & Silver scene, too, especially after Silver and Madi become romantically involved. I love that stuff.

Miranda

I could just upload a bunch of gifs of various crying/in pain/etc. states here because WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS THE PAINNN. I was ~feeling Flint’s grief the entire time, I swear (though... did it have to express itself by shaving his head... asking for a friend). The violence he kept inflicting in her name (her word will be the last word); how he convinced his crew, Silver included, to go into the storm rather than surrendering, for her (and narratively speaking Silver is right, he did conjure it xDD). How fucking tired he is of it all (“you can talk your way part it”, “I don’t know that I have any more lies left in me”).

As far as I’m concerned he could be hallucinating her the rest of the show (I’m going to miss seeing her so much... especially in light of the ending), as painful as I find those scenes. At this point “But when I lost you... I am ruined over you” is an instant tear-jerker, ugh. So is Flint wantint to let go and “be with her”, and ghost!Miranda saying she’d resent him for giving up. Though my favourite is when Miranda basically describes herself as his “maker”, about how she ~shaped him *clenches fist*. I love those kinds of ships.

BTW: I think the moment Rogers mentioned Thomas, Miranda’s ghost, Flint, and I, yelled “HOW DARE YOU SAY HIS NAME” on the inside xD

Flint & Silver

Sometimes fandom gets it right because the relationship between these two is... A Lot. A LOT. I anticipate a lot of suffering on my part in the near future xD

I loved the evolution in the first half of the season, from Flint telling Silver that “in my head, you’re not welcome”, or Silver resenting that Flint’s words convinced HIM (HE’S the convincer!! It’s not supposed to happen to ME!! xDD) and rambling about how Flint is “able to ~conjure the reality he desires”, to Silver finally confessing about his part on the Urca gold robbery (which I’m at least 60% sure Flint suspected already tbh. That was not one of Silver’s best lies lbr) in order to force Flint to “account for ME” --but ofc still grabbing the nearest weapon as he confeses, just in case xDD. I am also incredibly delighted by the fact that the fandom calls that episode “shark date” asdñflkasjdf (*Flint and Silver barely manage to kill one shark*; Flint, challenging: again? *Silver grins*. Shark hunting = foreplay now, apparently).

I want it known that I end up ENRAGED every time they talk about their ~partnership lmfao. It comes off very intimate and gives me too many feelings xD. “When you and I talk with one voice, we can convince them of anything”; “your words opened that door [Flint convincing the Maroon Queen to spare their lives and join their fight]”; “you didn’t tell me the journey into the dark feels good”; “he doesn’t know how to say no to the both of us at the same time”; “I’m afraid I will be the end of you”. JUST STOP YOU ASSHOLES XDD

One of my favourite moments is when Silver convinces Flint to live. To go on, to talk to the Maroon Queen without a safeguard (that knife would’ve been his doom) and get her on their side (which Flint does with a super passionate speech about fighting England’s empire. ILH). Another is when Silver tells him he enjoyed killing Dufresne WITH HIS PROSTHETIC LEG OMFG (I personally think killing Dufresne was very valid of him lmfao), or Flint says Silver enjoyed punishing Dobbs (which in Silver fashion, worked perfectly for him because it made Dobbs MORE susceptible to him). Though obviously everything pales when compared to the scene where CAPTAIN FLINT COMES OUT TO LONG JOHN SILVER OVER A BONFIRE LMFAO. I loved that scene; it was so gentle. And then Silver made it about him and their relationship xDD (this show is not subtle). Flint’s apparent lack of concern about Silver replacing him is stressing me out though. I dread the series finale xD

Outside of Flint/Silver, Silver’s journey remains awe-inspiring. I just... love him. I love that he gave up his share of the Urca gold because he had to hold onto the crew, but that he is terrified of their bow to take care of him. His concern for his image in front of them was heartbreaking and hit waaaaay too close to home, too. And I wonder how he’s going to react to Billy’s King Long John Silver stratagem xD

BTW, I lowkey shipped him with Muldoon LOL. They should’ve had ~tender sex~~ (on screen, I headcanon it did happen off-screen, whatever) at some point (if only so there was one measly mlm sex scene in the show amidst all the rest. It’s troubling, to say the least, that there’s not a single one when it has a queer male lead tbh. And I get why they didn’t go that route with Flint outside of Thomas and can even see why they didn’t do it with Flint/Thomas even if I judge the hell out of them for it, but given how they go out of their way for the other options... yeah, I side eye them).

Jack

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND I WISH HE HAD MORE SCREENTIME, OKAY. Every time he opens his mouth the show gets just a little bit better, if you ask me xD. “If you’re going to behave like children, I will be your daddy” WHO SAYS THAT JACK XDD.

I loved him even more when he decided to deny Rogers & co the cache, Spanish invasion or not, to not give up and assure “his legacy”. And OF COURSE he could write his intentions in a way that only Anne would understand (Max reaaaally understimated him there). Their relationship remains the sweetest (weird adjective, maybe, but it’s true) part of the show, btw. I love that how Jack describes how hurt Anne would feel after knowing she might’ve unwittingly betrayed him. Or when he knew Anne giving up to easily meant she had a plan and he cheerfully told Rogers Anne would find a way to save him xD (the scene where he absolutely drags Rogers about his privilege --“but did I make up a lot of ground to catch you!”-- is perfect. And their reunion kiss was so, so cute.

Other highlights were when he threw away the key of the cache in front of Flint to secure it, or made his pitch to be his fellow captain in the fight. I also take a petty pleasure in the fact that Vane sacrificed himself when he went to his rescue LOL.

I like that he convinced Blackbeard to fight alongside them, but sweetie, you have NOTHING to prove to that asshole. His opinion is worthless (between his “strife is good” and Vane’s “comfort is for women” takes... ugh. They remind me of the exact discourse among leftism I hate okay xDD. In Vane’s case I at least get where he’s coming from and I even agree in part, but Blackbeard is even more boring).

Misc

-I love Billy’s more and more insidious antagonism towards Flint lmfao (yes, Flint is also one of my Forever Faves. This is compatible AND the kind of thing that would make me appreciate Billy more. I love irreverence, period). It starts with subtle ways of trying to poison Flint and Silver’s relationship (telling Silver Flint doesn’t see him as an equal, sending Silver to deliver Flint’s message instead of Flint himself, etc.). I laughed at him saying he’s all for Flint sacrificing himself for the crew since it’d be the “first selfless thing I’ve seen him do!” lol. Or that he “wants a good view when things catch up with Flint and the world makes sense again”. And ofc, creating the legend of Long John Silver. You just know he remembered Flint’s out of left field “I AM YOUR KING” and said “not on my fucking watch” xDD. And I love the irony of him being the one delivering black spots LOL.

-Did it really took that long for Anne and Flint to share some freaking words smh. Barely, but I’ll take it. I liked the moment where Jack references Max as “Anne’s lost love” and Flint does that Closeted Queer Observing A Queer Couple Look lol (he did the same when he was witness to Max and Eleanor’s fight. You need more queer friends, Flint :P).

-I liked Mrs. Hudson from the moment that she told Eleanor that the only difference she saw between her and other ladies is that their families have better lawyer --which meant Eleanor was the first one she could be rude towards xD--, and accused her of living of her father’s nepotism LOL. I hope she ends up in a good place and safe back with her kids.

-I can’t say I care much about Vane or his relationship with Eleanor, but his death and her hand on it were very well written IMO.

-I find Rogers so inherently unlikeable in every way LMFAO. And as hypocritical as it might sound, part of it is the extramarital affair ngl. I hate storylines where a man married to a more “conventional” woman is ~attracted to one he perceives as “stronger”, “fiercer”, and more worthy of himself (as if his opinion on the matter is worth shit) --only to eventually try and make the new woman more conventional once he “has” her. This one hasn’t gone all the way there but it has traces of that trope and I loathe it with all my heart.

-The only moment I managed to pay attention to Blackbeard was when he mentioned he had shrapnel advancing towards his heart, and for anyone who knows me a little, you know it’s because my brain linked that to Tony Stark lmfao. *Sighs* I just never like any version of Blackbeard, period. I find them so boring. He’s the opposite of Long John Silver that way, because I’ve loved every single version I’ve encountered so far.

-The way Spain is portrayed in this show is so... unusual. Especially for USA content in my experience. One day I’m going to have to do some more research and write about how Spain (and in particular Spanish violence -inter and intranational) is portrayed across the ocean.

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idkwhoiamanymorebutwtf · 4 years

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Redraws (and slight redesigns) of my Camp Camp Fan Kids.

Introducing Mina Goodplay and Christene Nurfington (the daughters of Nurf and Preston, clearly. Parents are divorced hence the different names)

Mina is an eleven year old girl. She’s very girly, very frilly, and is extremely emotionally driven. She’s absolutely best friends with Jasmine (who will be featured later). Mina has a tendency to be very creative with singing, art, acting, and writing. She is signed up for fanfiction writing camp. She’s not very close with her little sister (or Nurf) and actually has a bit of spite towards them, having all but disowned the,. Mina has a short temper as well, much like her father’s.

Christene is a nine year old girl. She’s sweet and a tiny bit shy, I will admit. She loves animals and is signed up for horse riding camp. Christene adores her whole family and is a bit of a daddy’s girl. Christene is very close with most kids at the surrounding summer camps (all the camp campbell kids were practically raised together) and she’s been adopted as an honorary flower scout by Khloe and Anais (will be brought up later). The only person she really doesn’t get along with is her sister, Mina, and that’s mostly Mina’s doing tbh.

Here we have Miss Cyra Houston. (Daughter of Dolph and Space Kid)

Cyra is a six year old girl. She’s the perfect blend of her parents. She’s energetic and sweet (although sometimes a bit too naive). She has an interest in space (she wants to be like her daddy) and is signed up for life drawing camp, mostly drawing..space related things. She’s absolutely best friends with Isaiah (will be brought up later), who is the only kid around her age. Cyra does feel left out sometimes though. All the kids adore one another but she’s kinda the annoying little sister of the group and most of the others find her embarrassing.

These are Jasmine, Isaiah, and Clover (Children of Max, Nikki, and Neil)

Jasmine is a thirteen year old girl, the oldest of the current camp campbell kids. She’s clever and witty and a bit sarcastic, taking after her father in that reguard. However Jasmine is also rather girly and as a result is closer friends with Mina goodplay than anybody else. She also happens to have a crush on Gary Miller (he’ll show up later). Jasmine has always been very close with her parents as well and literally fights anyone who talks bad about them. She’s signed up for knitting camp, having learned how to knit at a young age from her father.

Isaiah is, much like his best friend Cyra, a very energetic, kind boy. However while his friend is an artsy type, Isaiah really enjoys the outdoors and is in bug-catching camp, collecting bugs as ‘friends’. He refused to come to camp until this year, being extremely attached to his parents, and they (Max in particular) didn’t have the heart to force him to go. However eventually his sisters and friends convinced him, so while he clings to Cyra, his sisters, and the counselors a lot, Isaiah is managing (and he’s allowed to call his parents every day).

Clover is j u s t like her mother. She’s physically active, hyper, energetic, she loves to move and can’t sit still e v e r. Clover also has a very quick temper, though, and will fucking fight you. She’s actually signed up for hand to hand combat camp. She’s very good friends with Hary and Gary Miller (will be mentioned later) and a flower scout, Georgia (Will also be mentioned later)

Hary and Gary Miller (Kids of Nerris, Harrison, and Ered)

Hary Miller takes after Nerris and Harrison. As in, he actually does take an interest in magic. However he isn’t into the type of magic his parents are. He’s intererested in magic like what he sees in..anime. He’s in anime camp and is just really excited about anime in general. He’s a very agreeable person too and is part of “the cool kids group” as they labeled a friend group consisting of himself, Gary, Clover, and one of the flower scouts, Georgia. Though to be honest none of them are that cool when you think about it.

Gary is interesting. Like his brother he’s into anime and is in anime camp. However he’s a lot more like Ered. You see, Gary grew up on stories about camp campbell from his parents and honorary aunts/uncles and alike. He just kinda misinterpreted his mother’s desire to be cool as something to strive for instead of something embarrassing that she got over (mostly) so Gary is constantly trying to look cool and comes across as a bit obsessed.

Finally we have our Flower Scouts. Khloe, Anais, and Georgia (the daughters of Sasha, Erin, and Tabii, clearly)

Anais is the leader type. She likes to take charge and always knows what to do. She can be protective and a bit pushy but out of all the kids she really is the most responsible. She and her sister, Khloe, have taken Christene Nurfington in as their honorary fourth sister.

Khloe is eleven years old. She’s always getting into trouble and because of it gets on well with Jasmine and Clover, who are rather mischevious as well. However her closest friends will always be her sisters and Christene.

Georgia is a sweet girl who’ll do anything she’s told to by her friends. She can be a bit..well, a bit dumb sometimes, but she tries her best. She’s part of the “cool kids group” with Clover, Hary, and Gary, and she (along with her sisters) often wind up sneaking over to Camp Campbell to spend time with their friends.

#camp camp #next generation

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Sweet Music Playing in the Dark: Ch. 1- Fire Escape (Craquaria)- Dill

hi everyone!! it’s been a while since i’ve submitted on this blog, but i decided to give it another go! this is the first chapter of a new fic i wrote a while ago and i’m (finally) almost done with the next chapter! you can find me @ drdill on AO3 as well as the remaining chapters of Home (the first fic i wrote)

I hate elevators.

You wait for half an eternity in the lobby fresh off your 9-to-5, only to crowd into a little 4x6 room just like every tired, irritable person around you, then stop at

Every.

Single.

Floor.

Don’t get me started about the summer when sweat becomes a factor. It’s a free, disrespectful sauna. If I didn’t live on the eighth floor, I’d take the stairs, but what sociopath would willingly do that?

It’s a Friday in late May, particularly Memorial Day weekend. The chipping cream-colored paint in the lobby paired with dirty maroon rugs welcomes me off the sunny Brooklyn streets. Most people around are eager to escape for the next couple of days, but I’m sequestered to my apartment to research the new summer color trends. How riveting. The bell rings as the doors open. Walking on quickly, I press the button and seclude myself in the corner. I feel like a fucking sardine, begging no one tries to speak to me as I put my earbuds in. Every “excuse me,” and quick neighbor catch-up is silenced by Bowie and the drums of “Fame.”

Though I’ve never spoken to anyone in this elevator, I somehow know all of them. There’s Joanne, who’s always in a hurry for no goddamn reason, Alan, the workaholic accountant whose undereye bags could be an airport carry-on item, Mike that calls his wife when he gets in the elevator, then gets mad when the signal cuts out, some others whose habits are mildly concerning, and me- the art school dropout. It’s a melting pot of people pretending to have their shit together until they step foot into this building.

I count the floors: 2, 3, 4, 5, and one by one, they shuffle off while I bob my head to the music. Finally able to breathe, I shift out of the corner when I notice a new guy hiding behind Mike. He’s shorter, no more than five and a half feet with umber hair that’s faded on the sides. His wardrobe might as well be a walking Gap advertisement- a powder blue button-up and khakis paired with matching brown belt and shoes. One last person gets off on the seventh floor before it’s just the two of us, causing more confusion when I realize he’s going to the same place I am. Why haven’t I seen him before?

He’s oblivious to my stare, scrolling through his phone. I’d be lying if I said he was my type, but I’d be lying more if I said he wasn’t pretty cute. His pants hug his hips nicely, showcasing his ass before my eyes wander to the front of his-

Pull yourself together, Giovanni. You can’t mind-fuck a stranger in the elevator.

A small hop and the doors open to the eighth floor. He follows me out, still ignorant of his surroundings, ice shuffling around in his coffee as he takes a sip. I reach my door and fumble with the keys when I notice he’s unlocking the door next to me.

That’s…Kevin’s place, as in my very loud, dark-skinned neighbor of 2 years, not this puny white guy. Based on his physique, there’s a zero percent chance he mugged Kevin, so why does he have a key? When he opens the door I hear him enthusiastically say “Hi, Muffin!”

Muffin is Kevin’s cat, so he clearly knows him well enough to be chill with the world’s most evil cat. Regardless, I get inside, throw my stuff on the kitchen table, and give Kevin a call.

“What’s up, G?” He sounds like he’s in a car.

“Hey, I just watched a very small white man walk into your apartment way too happy to see your demon-child.” I’m talking in a low voice as if he’ll hear me through the concrete walls.

His laugh erupts through my phone. “I’m sorry, girl. I totally forgot to tell you!”

“Kevin if this is another guy you met two weeks ago that ‘is definitely the one,’ I’m gonna move out. He’s clearly not your type.”

“Calm down, bitch! It’s just my friend Max. He’s moving here from Seattle in a few weeks and wanted to get a feel for the area. I invited him to stay at my place for the weekend while I’m gone. I just dropped him off from the airport.”

Ah, so that’s Max. Kevin’s mentioned his friend from college a few times but never gave much description. I was imagining someone a bit…taller. And more muscles for a guy with a black belt. It’s underwhelming.

“Rude of you to leave without saying goodbye, but I guess I’ll survive sitting alone outside.” Kevin and I have some intense solidarity from hating our neighbors and sharing a fire escape. Not a day goes by in warm weather without a quick chat on the metal platform. It all started with a false alarm one Tuesday night, causing both of us to run out like idiots and get to talking.

“I’m just going to visit my fam. My sister’s been bugging me to come and see her new house.”

I sigh dramatically. “My blunt and I will miss you dearly, princess. See you Monday?”

“You bet! Love you girl!”

“Love ya, bye.”

I hang up and think about my next move. Do I go over and say hi? That’s way too forward. Do I stay inside all weekend and act like I don’t know he’s here? Well, that would just make me a rude fake-neighbor. Neither sound too appealing at the moment. I settle for a compromise: I will introduce myself…tomorrow- let him get his feet wet a little bit in Brooklyn. I’m sure I’ll be seeing him around more often if he’s moving here soon, anyway. Satisfied with my plan, I make myself a grilled cheese because I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and get to work on my research.

—-

Dusk falls over the city and I’ve spent too long staring at Pantone’s Tumeric and Pepper Stem swatches with reference photos from fashion week. I form a makeshift portfolio for the editors and close my laptop. For finishing ahead of schedule, I roll a celebratory blunt and head for the fire escape.

A deep blue swallows the sky with a bright yellow streak as the sun sets over downtown. The temperature has finally cooled down as I step through my window and touch my sandal on the serrated metal beam. Supporting myself on the railing, I feel the night breeze run across my skin and catch my v-neck before raising the blunt between my lips, sparking the lighter quickly, and inhaling deeply. A quick burn runs through my throat on the first drag, eyes closed as I let the remaining smoke exhale to the sky. The streets are pretty peaceful at this hour, probably because there’s nothing around me but nail parlors, shoe stores, and boutiques that close at 6pm. My temporary neighbor has been suspiciously quiet all day. Normally I can hear Kevin washing his dishes or watching TV when I’m out here, so maybe he’s gone out for the night.

I’m about halfway through my joint when I hear blasting, stark trumpets from behind. Confused, I turn around and detect the sound coming from Kevin’s window, slightly cracked. I creep over to investigate, walking softly so the platform doesn’t rattle, slowly peeking through a slit in the curtain to see Max belting what sounds like “Boogie Wonderland” and dancing around Kevin’s kitchen. Now I can see why they were friends in college.

He’s cooking dinner- some type of pasta, adding pepper on beat and shimmying his shoulders. Those hips of his get put to work, scooting across the floor to grab the garlic bread and place it in the oven. It’s mesmerizing; hilarious, yet adorable, and I can’t look away. I start to realize how long I’ve been staring and get out of sight before he sees me. Somehow, I’m comfortable spying on this man but not knocking on the door and greeting him. Congrats, Gio. You’re officially a creep.

Max must be in a disco mood when the song fades out and “Relight My Fire” immediately follows. I’m giggling at the situation I’ve found myself. This definitely beats the same three Nicki Minaj songs Kevin plays on repeat while he cleans, so I might as well enjoy myself while it lasts. I finish the blunt as I begin dancing around the fire escape like an idiot, bouncing around and singing lightly to myself:

“Relight my fire,

Your love is my only desire,

Relight my fire,

Cause I nee-”

Spinning with my eyes closed might not have been the smartest idea. On my third rotation, my left sandal gets caught on the ladder as I started to move forward. My right knee hits the platform first, followed by my right hand, then elbow, then hip. A loud crash supported by sharp pain in my knee is enough to know I fucked up, and I will probably be getting some company out here soon.

The music ceases. Shit. I hear footsteps getting closer, my back facing the windows. The curtains are pulled back as a voice says “Oh my God!”

I look over my shoulder and see Max open the window and pop his head out. His face reads as really confused, but concerned.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh! Um, yeah. Yeah I’ll be okay,” I reply as I try to push myself up, hissing when I bend my knee. Looking down, I see a trail of dark red run down my leg. Great.

“Here, let me help you clean that up.” He motions me to come inside the apartment. Knowing that I fully don’t own band-aids like a dumbass, I have no choice to accept. I scoot my way over to the window and take his hand.

“‘Tis but a scratch,” I joke, lifting my leg onto the windowpane. He’s laughing while gently pulling me into the apartment. I take my previous statement back about his lack of muscles. His bicep is about to pop through the shirt sleeve, and I wouldn’t have a problem with that.

“I’m Kevin’s friend Max, by the way.”

“I’m Gio. I promise this isn’t a normal welcome to the neighborhood.” I’m shaking my head smiling.

“It’s better than the homeless guy that showed me a magic trick outside the coffee shop earlier,” he giggles.

He puts my arm around his shoulder and rests his at my waist as he walks me over to the kitchen chair, slowly drops me off, and props my leg on another. The apartment is lit dimly, only the lights above the stove and oven providing a yellow tinge to the room. I see a large pan of chicken alfredo and I’m suddenly hungry again. He turns off the burner, runs a washcloth under some cold water, and kneels next to me, lightly dabbing the wound to soak up the blood.

“Hold that there while I get some ice to help the swelling.” Our hands lightly brush against each other as he gets up to go to the fridge. I’m trying to understand the amount of care he’s giving me. He’s such a nice guy; I’m a complete stranger and he’s treating me better than most of my exes.

He grabs a zip-top bag from the drawer and starts filling it with ice.

“So, what brings you to Brooklyn?” I ask him, acting like I didn’t speak to Kevin hours ago.

“I’m getting relocated for work. The publishing company says they need my ‘talents’ in the New York office.” He’s using air quotes, blatantly unamused.

“Jeez, don’t sound so excited about it,” I smirk. He gives a soft smile, closing the freezer door.

“It’s not that I’m unhappy about the job or moving here, I just want more time write my own stuff instead of editing other people’s work.”

“You’re a writer?”

“Trying to be.” He shrugs, coming back to my side and lightly placing the ice above my scrape. I wince as the cold towel touches my skin.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I reply. “It sucks not getting to do what you’re passionate about, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.” It’s silent for a little bit- the tales of a struggling artist.

“Do you want some wine? I probably shouldn’t drink the whole thing by myself.”

“Red or white?”

“White.”

“I could have a glass or two.” He smiles and heads back to the kitchen to get glasses and a wine opener.

“So,” he says twisting the corkscrew in, “what’s your story?”

I sigh deeply. “Moved here from Philly, dropped out of art school last year, haven’t told my parents yet, working at a fashion magazine on complete luck.”

“Holy shit, how’d you manage that?”

“I modeled for a photographer to make some money right after I withdrew from classes, and he was friends with an editor there who was looking to hire an assistant.”

“Okay, that actually doesn’t surprise me.”

“That he and the editor were close?”

“No, that you were a model. Do you want ice?”

I’m slightly taken back while he pours two glasses.

“Wait, what?”

“Ice?”

“No. Well, yes, but no the other thing.”

“What? I’m not blind. You’re cute.” What a charmer. I’m looking down, containing the huge grin on my face from his line of sight.

“Thank you.”

He hands a glass to me and heads for the bathroom. I shudder when it touches my tongue, further supporting my hate for dry wine. However, it’s free, therefore I will drink it happily. Upon returning, he brings some ointment and various sized band-aids.

“I wasn’t sure what size you’d need,” he laughs.

After drying the area around my wound, he applies the ointment, then gently places the bandage overtop. Every action thus far has been with such tender composure, as if he’s performing surgery. Wiping his fingers off, he grabs his wine and sits next to me- not on in a chair, on the floor with his legs crossed. I think he’s suddenly my type.

We exchange stares with silent smiles, finally giving me time to admire his soft, chestnut eyes that crinkle each time he grins, as well as the little, curled hairs resting on his forehead.

“You’re pretty cute, too,” I blurt out.

“Oh, thanks,” he says, a bit flustered at the compliment. His eyes look away, only to avert to my ice pack that starts leaking. I feel a drop of water run down my leg onto the floor.

“Let me get you a new one.” he starts to stand up. “I can get it.” I sit up and reach, getting used to the pain.

Our hands meet one another’s again as we grab for the washcloth at the same time. A tension begins to form in the air when we lock eyes less than a foot from each other’s face. His lips are slightly pursed, breathing heavier than normal.

It feels like slow motion as I lean in closer and shut my eyes. I feel his left hand relocate from my knee to the base of my neck, our lips separated by centimeters, foreheads touching as I feel his breath right under my nose. My lips brush lightly against his when-

DIIIIIIIIING

The oven timer provides as much warning as the fire alarm. We jump away at the sound, hearts pounding from shock. Max starts regaining his composure before jumping up and shutting it off. He rests his arms on the counter, sighing before looking back at me, holding back a laugh.

“I think my garlic bread is done.” His head falls in his hands as he starts to laugh from embarrassment. I join in as I stand up for the first time, limping over to the counter, and grabbing a potholder. He opens the oven door for me, red-faced as I place the tray on the stove, still laughing.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” He asks me.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that since I smelled the garlic bread,” I giggle. He hands me a plate.

—-

I think I stayed at Kevin’s for about three hours. We talked about books, bonded over our dying love for Emma Stone, and gave each other new album suggestions while washing the dishes together. It felt so natural, to the point where we finished the bottle of wine even though I couldn’t stand it. A yawn builds up and I curse myself for getting tired, wishing I could stay until the sun rises.

“I think my bed is calling me,” I tell him. He nods.

“I guess I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah, and this time, I’ll try not to trip on the fire escape.” His giggle becomes my new favorite sound after hearing it so much.

Our goodbye was a quick hug, nothing more than the attempted kiss before dinner when I duck out the window and climb into my apartment.

Having this one close to home will be dangerous.

#rpdr fanfiction #craquaria #miz cracker #aquaria #fluff #dill #sweet music playing in the dark #m/m au

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TGWDLM and Love

Okayyyy so I was supposed to write an assignment on how a romantic movie expresses love and I asked my prof if I could write about tgwdlm instead and he said yes?? Bless him so anyway I made wayyyy too many notes for a 500-600 word assignment lmao so I felt like i might as well post em here… this is a compilation of every time Paul and Emma interact pretty much lol its hella long (im not kidding it’s like 7 pages rip) so under the cut :)

finally done, @isaidsinggoddammit!!

Sidenote: There’s very mixed capitalization as my brain flipped between tumblr mode and assignment mode so excuse that lmao)

Coffee Shop Part 1

Tips well to impress her

Listens to her vent-she already feels comfy enough to rant to him or, alternatively, she’s just a really open person (but shhh she has to trust him to some extent)

Insults others he doesnt know too well but he knows she doesnt like, again to impress

Tries to act indifferent towards everyone else (and tough)

Almost says smth romantic (“Some things are worth it”) but backtracks when she looks confused

In this scene, he tries to act cool but is clearly super nervous. One thing I really like is how he never acts too cool for her, like a lotta people do. He’s genuinely interested in what she has to say and never pretends otherwise, and also never pretends to be interested to get her to like him. I just really love how good he is at listening

Cup of Roasted Coffee/ Cup of Poisoned Coffee

When he panics he goes to Beanies to get a coffee and relax (wake up)

He turns to Emma (subconsciously?) for comfort

Freaks out when she sings (for good reason)

Emma remembers him (“Paul, right?... You’re the guy who doesn’t like musicals”)

Doesnt seem to notice how weird he’s acting

Continues to vent

He pulls her away from the counter to explain what’s going on

Paul finds it important to tell her-she’s the first person he admits it to

Him venting to her like she does to him? Trying to connect in a similar way? Im reading too much into that

He holds her there while explaining, she has to find an excuse to pull away

She thinks he’s crazy-keeps glancing at him during the song (he looks terrified)

Seems concerned for him

He switches between nervously staring at her and anxiously staring into the void (mood)

She turns to him at the “end” of the song and comes near him in the middle

She runs to paul when they start singing

They grab each other

He tells her to run, pushes her forward and shifts so he’s between her and the aliens

This scene is reeeally creepy from Emma’s perspective like oh my gosh can you imagine a man yelling at you (not at you but at your singing but still) and pulling you away from your work and then holding you still when you try to leave??? Anxiety to the max poor babe but also i get paul’s side can you imagine seeing the whole apocalypse beginning and it’s so weird no one would believe you if you tried to tell them? Poor bb. There’s also a lot of things that come up later: the ways he holds emma in this scene is the same way he holds her later one, later it’s to comfort her but this time it’s more to calm himself… he also pulls her to a better spot like he does later on

Trash Bin Scene

He leads her away-he knows the neighbourhood better

Tries learning about her (you like film?) (cmon paul bad timing)

(at trash) hold hands, she grabs his shirt while panicking

He holds her firmly by the shoulders to calm & comfort (parallels Cuppa)

Emma instinctively grabs Paul’s arm when Bill pops out

“Emma stays with us”-stands up to ted even though he looks pretty scared of him

(sidenote-what did ted do to Paul? The poor boy looks straight up terrified the first time he shows up)

Emma looks real confused about “latte hottay” but she never brings it up

“Paul!” when he runs to Charlotte-gestures at Paul near end of song

Paul tends to comfort people by grabbing their shoulders/putting a hand on their back (Emma of course but also Charlotte and Bill- has a looser hold on them than Emma)

Here they’re already starting to react to danger by reaching for each other and it’s v cute also bless paul i just really like how he calms people down he’s so good and pure

Hidgens’ Fortress Part 1

They trust Emma enough to go to Hidgens’ place (not like they had many other options)

Men™ typically trusted for “strong” stuff-Ted and Bill cuff Sam

Paul stands up for Bill-such a protective boy (could also be doing it to look cool for Emma but tbh it doesnt seem like it ill bring this up again later)

Paul listens intently to Emma’s venting

He smiles, nods, asks qs and repeats phrases she says

Its obvious he genuinely cares

Emma’s v comfy with him-they have an easy chem when Paul relaxes

Emma progressively shares deeper shit as she becomes more comfortable around paul

Paul makes jokes to lighten the mood, but not in a disrespectful way

Seems more nervous when bringing topics to himself

She listens just as politely as he does

“Whoa thats like your origin story...so I guess I’m the supervillain” “I dont think of you like that at all, Emma.” Cutest, Softest smiles on both of them my heART “Listen, Paul”-she was about to confess her love dammit charlotte

I’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: Paul is such a good listener. I dont know why i find this so cute but their convos are so perfect like he asks qs so he knows exactly what she’s talking about (“what’s a coatimundi?” “Oh, did she smoke a lot of pot?”) and he repeats back phrases she says which shows that he’s genuinely listening like...so many characters (and people irl, lets be real) just pretend to listen to get what they want but he cares so much about what she has to say i just cant stop talking about it it’s so cute also how he seems so comfortable when she’s talking and then starts showing sign of nervousness again when the convo turns to him? Pure mood

Join Us And Die

Both jump behind chair when Charlotte and Sam show up

Emma clings to Paul’s arm + hides behind him

She steps out “charlotte?”

Paul pulls her back when sam approaches

Paul puts himself between Emma and Sam

Emma puts her back to Paul and grabs his arm

Paul pulls Emma away by her arm (“What’s wrong with her shirt?”)

Emma’s caught up in the gore, Paul is relatively level-headed

He keeps an arm around her

Emma steps away from paul to yell at Sam +Char (“He has a daughter!!”)

Instinctively reaches for Paul when Char gets shot (and later looks back at paul a couple of times when shook at prof hidgens)

Alright they do this whenever aliens show up so imma just talk about it here: this part was in my assignment so 1 lets hope it doesnt get flagged as plagiarism and 2 i could rant about this all day.

Basically Paul fulfills the traditional masculine role as protector and leader. Whenever smth dangerous shows up, he has one hand on her (on her shoulder, arm or the small of her back)-both reassuring them that someone else is there and making it easier for him to move her-which he does lots. He pulls her behind him or pushes her forward (away from the infected), leading her to where he thinks is safest. He always puts himself between her and the aliens, leading her to a safer spot. Emma tends to get distracted (emotional female stereotype) and paul is the one to move them both to safety (strong stoic man stereotype). To be fair, he is a lot bigger than emma and would probs have an easier time in a fight (tho i dont doubt that emma would be v i c i o u s) Emma tend to cling to Paul’s arm when she gets scared (which is really cute)

Hidgens’ Fortress Part 2

Emma adds to Paul’s plan- taps on his arm to move him

Paul steps back in front of her- i always found this weird, he totally blocks her from the conversation like why

She steps back out to roast ted

Paul looks at Emma when Ted @s him-now here’s where I could see him standing up for Bill to impress emma again. It’s not the only reason, but i do think it’s a contributing factor (and probably was before too cuz lets be real, when your crush is around you gotta act tough) of course he wants to protect his bff but he’s super anxious around ted so wanting to look brave for emma gives him that extra push he needs. Alternatively, he looks at Emma as a way to calm himself down before saying smth scary (which is adorable)

Emma wants to help but is called back to help with the lab

This is another thing i find super interesting-wouldnt more people around make it more likely he gets stopped? Did he want an audience (more than just ted) cuz i guess that’s understandable but in that case why didnt he wait a little longer to see if they came back? Idk it just seemed weird to me (also the whole “nooo female cant go out where it’s dangerous” even though it’s more like “oh emma’s the only one i know here can she not leave” wait actually that’s probably it lmao he just didnt wanna be alone with ted ok relatable nvm )

“Hey, Paul?” grabs arms (paul reciprocates) she’s real nervous for him leaving-relates to how much he hates musicals

I find that really cute cuz it’s showing once again how much they listen to each other and idk i just really like that about them

Grabs his face and pulls him close-he pulls her hands down to look her in the eyes to tell her he’ll stay safe

He doesn’t kiss her-super interesting! She pulled him close like that (which coulda been a sign to kiss her) and this was a pretty emotionally charged moment which a kiss would have fit - Paul hates kisses hc?

Not Your Seed + General (technically, just a little note)

Paul holds Emma tight with 2 hands, but keeps 1 hand free when holding others (ie bill and charlotte)

Only tells General about Emma, not Ted or the Prof (tho to be fair, he hates ted and barely knows the prof but it’s interesting how he doesnt even say he has “friends”, just Emma)

America Is Great Again

Paul saves emma and Ted

“Should I take this chair?” asks paul to lead

Emma holds Paul’s arm when they run

She tries to pry “Greg”’s arm off Paul + tries to get Ted to help-not strong enough

“Thank you Emma”-she freed him/killed Greg? I wanna know what happened (i tweeted @ jon, lauren and nick asking, so far jon just liked it we’ll see if anyone answers)

Runs behind Emma + pushes her forward “run, emma, run!”-Emma grabs for Paul, he steps in front

He pulls her through Robert+Corey and turns her around

She pulls him away from the General-paul usually does the pulling to safety

Paul doesnt notice when Emma is grabbed by Ted (lmao i get that he’s a little busy but it still seems odd)

She struggles with 1, 3 are on Paul (not a sexist thing, she’s tiny and also Paul is the main character and the aliens know it plus they gotta do that cool lift thing)

Emma grabs gun + shoots the General, grabbing Paul-”Paul! The helicopter! Cmon!”

Usually Paul does that stuff, but emma takes the protective role more in the 2nd half of this song

Basically we have the classic paul protecting emma stuff but now also the emma protecting paul which is good and fresh and i love...the way she tries to protect paul is different than how he protects her. She yells more frantically, and also is more of trying to lead him whereas paul yells to get her attention and physically moves her himself

Helicopter Scene

He helps her onto the heli, back to his usual protective self

Keeps one hand on the back of her seat the whole time (aww he’s stabilizing himself physically cuz the copter’s shaky and emotionally cuz he’s closer to Emma)

“Emma, seatbelts” he reaches up to help her into her seat-he kicks the gun to save them

“Emma? Emma?” immediate response is to call out to her-that boy was literally awake less than a second before worrying about her i love him

Runs to her when he sees her

“”This is what seatbelts are for” in this scene he seems really like...over it? Idk if anyone else got that he just seemed really intent on destroying the meteor instead of anything to do with Emma… before saving their lives was priority but also spending time with her, here he nods like he’s trying to rush her and does not seem excited to kiss her (again, Paul hates kisses? ok that was a rant that got ahead of my notes but just-) this scene is weird to me like maybe he’s trying to rush to stop the meteor so they can be together after and like not die idk anymore

He reaches out for her, jumping away when she cries out in pain

The rest of the scene he has his hands hovering a few inches away from her, very protective but also very scared of hurting her

Emma comes up with the solution, Paul has to do it cuz she’s hurt (weak gal, strong man, injured person knows secret to survival and tells strong boi how to do it tropes)

“Hey, Paul?” slides over to him-he gingerly supports her back (scared to hurt her)

He shushes her to calm her while talking cuz she’s in pain- ok, maybe its less about “gotta get out of here” and more about “she’s hurt really badly and needs help asap, i gotta destroy that meteor so i can get help” ok that makes sense im dumb lmao

Emma is first to ask out + kiss me? + pulling him in by his tie- breakin stereotype of man making first move

Then the little “..okay..” after she asks him to kiss her...maybe he wanted it to be romantic aww he wanted them to have a real cute first kiss and this wasnt what he had planned (or he just doesn’t like kisses cuz like he looks so uncomfortable there’s gotta be a reason”

He doesnt wanna kiss her cuz of the blood (weak) and is happy to leave-this part is what throws me off most he just like runs on outta there with no hesitation but he loves her?? I dont get it

Dont really need a rant here cuz i did a lotta ranting in the points… excuse my little journey of discovery there lmao I was just confused at first cuz at face value he seems really different, super hell bent on getting out of there whereas in every other scene he pays way more attention to Emma. I suppose it’s because he knows he has to destroy the meteor asap so he can get her help, i just didnt catch that. His motivations seemed very different in this scene to me and i couldnt figure out why

Theory time

Now here’s the fun part-i saw a theory somewhere that Paul can only get infected because he has a true goal now, he really wants to end up with Emma. In What Do You Want, Paul? Mr. Davidson is trying to find out what he wants to use it as motivation to make him more susceptible to the virus/make him sing a song, but since Paul doesn’t want anything clearcut he cant be infected. Now, since Paul wants Emma, he has a goal and smth to fight for but also smth to sing about. The very reason he’ trying to save the world becomes the reason he fails.

HOWEVER. His goal could just as easily be saving the world cuz he literally doesnt bring emma up once? Like i get he’s preoccupied but idk if he’s about to die i feel like he’d at least mention her (unless he’s hoping they think she died and wont go looking for her if he fails) idk their romance is adorable until the scene before this and then these 2 scenes make it feel really off for me

Okay now onto the most fun scene >:) -since there’s so many details i separated them into actions and lyrics

Inevitable (Actions)

“Are you sure there weren’t any other survivors?” :(

“PEIP would like to see it become smth more” because she’s the love interest and they’re supposed to end up together ahhh it’s the alien talking

She grabs his arms to look him in the eyes then pulls him in for a hug (the cutest)

She’s v reluctant to believe it at first “Paul?” She’s still smiling for the first line

Slowly she starts to let herself see what’s happening “Paul, you’re scaring me”

She knows he’s infected but she’s trying her hardest to believe he could be playing a cruel joke

He has power over her physically- holds her where he wants her while they’re dancing

He dances with her at first, gestures to her to move closer, talks to her, moves towards dancing at her instead of with

He blocks her exit, pulls her to where he wants her and ignores her for part

This is where you can really tell he’s different. Paul would never ignore Emma, and he straight up ignores her to sing and dance

He points at her and then goes back to ignoring her

Emma starts sobbing and really trying to run

Emma is dragged to the center of the stage sobbing because she cant do anything

He drops character in credits, waving and smiling to the audience; she doesnt

He’s got physical power over her (strength) but also cuz he’s backed by all the aliens who can move her where she’s supposed to go

Inevitable (lyrics)

“Emma, I’m sorry, you lost.” couldnt kill aliens

“Lost your way” didnt want to join them

“I made it” ‘This is the life that I chose” “I’m still the man you trust” “what if the only choice is you had to sing to survive” “Put words to the lyrics and you’re playing the game now” -maybe he’s faking it (i also heard someone mention the fact that he sings in his natural voice and not the higher one he used for the Alien Brain in Let It Out which is a good catch) (also someone else brought up the fact that he was mostly singing reprises, maybe because he couldnt think up his own tune/entirely original lyrics?)

“It’s inevitable for us”-because she’s the love interest, it’s was inevitable that they’d wind up together

“Show me those jazz hands” He’s trying to convince her to join of her own free will

“or i might be inclined to plant my seed” but is willing to do it by force if she wont

This song is super interesting because of the parallels-he holds her the same way he did in previous songs, pulls and pushes her across the stage like before, but this time it’s turned against her. What was once meant as protection is now being used to force her to join the dance I talked more about this in my assignment but i dont wanna get too close to what i wrote before because it could get flagged for plagiarism and i do not want that so imma reblog this post alter and add my assignment for more info (if yall want anyway)

The lyrics could hint at Paul faking it, and it definitely appears that way (especially with the face he makes at “Im still the man you trust) but i think the part in the middle where he just kind of breaks off to dance really kills that idea for me. Even if he was trying to trick the aliens, he could have kept closer to Emma like he does every other time they’re in danger, and the fact that he straight up ignores her and lets the aliens move her around like that is just not in his character so apologies but i believe our man is gone

Also, regarding the theories that Emma is infected because of the beginning; I could see that happening, but in that case, why didnt she break character at the end? I have absolutely zero idea how/if the intro song fits into the story but idk i feel like she should’ve acted like the rest of them if she really was infected but on the other hand i really like the heartbreaking theory that they’re all infected and Paul just has to keep reliving the story of how he failed again and again for all eternity like ouch? But also? Its great in a painful way??

Um yeah so that’s that for my ranting (my 3 pages of notes became 7 pages with the rants included so sorry about that i just had so much to sayyyy

TLDR: paul and emma are cute thanks for coming to my ted talk

#tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #starkid #team starkid #analysis #my poor friends have to deal with this 24/7 #i tried to channel it all into this lmao #um yeah i never analyze stuff so im sure smth is off #also im v v dumb so i probably missed obvious things #but yeah #its soooo long im so sorry #also spoilers....obviously??

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Hardimos, what the hell are you doing here, hellhound?

Hardimos: There’s gonna be like five small kids here in a matter of days, combine that with the good foliage here and you got yourself a werewolf pardy.

Urgh – aside from the fact that this werewolf is genuinely following the Brokes around Pleasantview all the way to the Dreamers’ residence (really not that far), Dirk is doing well in Science, and somebody may have left Darren a dream date bouquet.

Welcome to a series I like to call ‘Darren Standing Stiffly At Things’. Exhibition coming soon at the Broke Dreamers Art Gallery... whenever they can afford to buy an art gallery.

Motionless when it’s great news, or...

... terrible news. Wow, so that scuppers the idea of a nice wedding at a community lot then huh. I guess we could take this ragtag group of the few people who ‘like him enough’ on... some kind of outing?

To the Pleasantview Fishing Pond!

Even vampires like Jennail Tricou like to get in some late-night fishing.

Jennail: I do a bleh and scare all the fish out of the pond.

You do indeed, Jen!

Jennail: It’s not like I even need to eat them, it’s just the satis –

Hold it. This isn’t about you Tricou, you’ll get your turn. Onto Daz’s Dream Outing:

Oh John Burb. In earning that silver gardening badge with all your Nature simming you totally neglected fishing, and are legitimately terrible at it.

John: This’ll never do when I’m trying to impress my wife, dog, cat and three kids on our camping trip to Three Lakes.

I never okayed that, John. Taking Jennifer ‘High Heels’ Burb and a feline animal that can’t live without her Anthropologie pillows camping is tantamount to spousal abuse and animal cruelty.

I do love taking sims to community lots just to see who the hell rocks up. As well as Dreamer’s gang of ‘friends’, we ran into none other than my boy Viddy Curious, Everyone’s Favorite Grandma Isabella Monty...

... and motherfreaking John Mole of all people!

John Mole: I’m gathering intel on everybody at this pond.

And doing an excellent job of being inconspicuous you are, John Mole. You just look so very, very normal.

Darren: I’m gonna hang this on my wall and call it art.

Dirk: Could you please make sure you cover it in formaldehyde and vacuum seal it first?

Cowboy Peter Ottomas, you’re everywhere!

Peter: Ah like fishin’! And after witnessing that proposal in TGI Fri – uh in Oresha Family Dining, wanna see how things go with these crazy kids.

Well, for that you’d have to be back at the Dreamer residence where Darren unceremoniously left his fiancée. And on that note...

🎵 Celebrate good times, come on!

Dirk: *retches* Does this nightmare EVER END.

Not when there’s so much dancing to be done! Also, are you retching because of the parental public display of affection? Or is it because Natasha Una has headbutted you in the chest and winded you.

Natasha: IT’S HOW I MAKE FRIENDS.

It’s sweet really. Darren’s little group of friends have made quite the little party for him. But when, pray tell, have you ever seen a group of real-life humans randomly dance around a makeshift art studio without the involvement of drugs or alcohol?

Even Natasha Una is joining the dance-off... awkward as she looks about that.

I knew it! There’s the culprit. Clearly they’ve all been at the Simslice Beer. Enjoy savoring that cold one while you can, Darren, because –

– your new family have arrived, more specifically, The Twins from Hades (dang, now I can’t call Loki and Circe’s kids that).

Skip Jr: The road is a most adrenaline-inducing place to sing myself a nursery rhyme.

Somebody had the patience to teach you the whole thing without punting you over the Pleasantview bridge, SJ? I’m amazed.

Susie: I’m so excited! And I just can’t hide it! I’m about to lose control –

PLEASE DON’T lose control, with a personality like yours this building will be on fire within seconds.

BRANDI!!!

Brandi: What? It’s just one beer, besides, the yeast is good for the babies.

On what planet – hey, if it was Guinness you might have a point when it comes to iron and nutritional value and whatnot but...

... look what it’s doing to your poor betrothed, he’s drinking it through his fucking eye for pity’s sake.

Dirk’s a braver man than most, actively engaging these nightmare children in play with zero prompting. Hey I wonder if somewhere Skip Broke’s ghost is laughing its translucent ass off because his parting gift to the family was a pair of literal demons in embryo form.

All you Dirk stans out there, I hear your hearts fluttering at this display of adorable. Don’t worry, while I don’t know whether he’ll end up with Lilith or some complete random, he will be blessed with sprogs. We gotta spread those awesome Dreamer genes far and wide.

Fair play Beau, you got the glow! Spiky haired music man is impressed! Max enthusiasm as a child, where on earth does he go from here?

Beau: Rockstardom!

Steady on, let’s just see how things go. You’re gonna grow into a Pleasure sim so it’s either the Slacker career for you or... dates. Millions of dates. Ever feel like the Pleasure aspiration got massively sidelined when it came to LTWs? Why not throw the Gamer or Entertainment career in there or something? ‘Hey you can reach the top of this lazy career or, essentially be a watered down Romance sim. THAT’S WHAT YOU GET for wanting to play on the couch and take bubblebaths.’

Is Skip Jr. laughing at Daz’s newly hairy legs because I done a overlay? You’ll want your own someday, sunshine. Meanwhile I have a huffing pregnant Brandi jumping rope somewhere in the background because during her last pregnancy she ate when she wasn’t hungry (probably because she was carrying insatiable hellspawn) and her fat token has only just kicked in. I like my sims curvy, but girl rolled the want, gotta give girl what she wants!

(I hope to heavens Marla Biggs, Monica Bratford or Jane Stacks never roll that want. I’ll just ignore them if they do.)

The father and son that carpool together, get promoted together! Dirk’s getting that Medicine career LTW on track nice and early, and Darren’s paintings take too bloody long to paint so he went straight into the Art career. Did I ever tell you he rolled a want to ‘Quit Job’ before his first day?! I nearly falcon punched the computer screen.

And the next day, we get Dirkles promoted again because teenage careers are easy as crap to reach the top of. There ya go Dirk, at least now you get another scholarship, moneylover!

Dirk: I’m just happy to be helping people.

Stop being so perfect.

It’s another Veronaville drive-by! Living for Beau’s casual glance while taking out the trash like a boss.

Here you get a little peep at what I’ve done with my Puck. The version I’m opting for is a whiny ‘I JUST WANT TO BE NORMAL’ fairy teen who covers up all traces of his supernatural loveliness, much to his parents’ chagrin. I picture his little sis as the total opposite, rocking up to school with her wings and ears all out giving no shits whatsoever.

What the deuce?! Beau, do you have some kind of sonar for Veronaville residents? It’s like Lucy being Pied Piper to Viper Canyon boys all over again.

Rain concerns Hal. Heck, life concerns Hal. And it’d concern you if you had to live under the same roof as Albany Capp.

What in the world – Hal THIS ISN’T YOUR HOUSE, have some dignity!

Hal: 🎵Clean up clean up Everybody everywhere Clean up clean up Everybody do your share

Whawhawha – wait – DON’T LISTEN TO HIM! I had that all set up for the long-awaited backyard wedding, Puck what are you doing!?

Puck: Takin’ out the trash, V-Ville style!

THE CAKE HADN’T EVEN GONE BAD PUCK, GTF home.

Puck: I don’t want to go home, Hermia and Mercutio will make me lie between them while they do weird stuff to each other again.

I care not. It’s good character-building for the future story I have in mind for you.

Darren looks so stoked about being sick with the flu. Oh no wait! He got promoted again in one of the easiest careers in christendom. Hahaha, oh Ophelia. ‘Things have been pretty hectic for me’ – like two babies, a wedding and another two babies in a matter of days hectic? Or Johnny bringing you the soda with the caffeine instead of the decaf like you asked hectic. I love your old soul lady, but also, go hang with your age appropriate pals.

Darren taking the not-standing-up advice pretty literally there while surrounded by gaming Veronavillians. Well, at least they’re doing something relatively normal right now.

You see what stupidity Darren’s sickness has brought? Brandi’s now having to make Grandma’s comfort soup in her wedding finery, with Beau providing the soundtrack.

‘Well at least you didn’t rent yours at a store called It’s Not Too Late!’

Darren: So in my Nature hobby explorations, I’ve really been getting into fish lately as well as leafs –

Brandi: Darren, I love you, but if you don’t hurry up and finish that soup so we can get married without you technicolor yawning everywhere and sneezing on the cake I’m gonna go full Hormonal Bridezilla.

Next time, I promise, the knot will be tied, the toddlers will age, and maybe, just maybe, the Broke-Dreamer twins will drop. Ciao for now!

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