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eddiesfairy · 2 years

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🐈‍⬛ : short fluff blurb

“you’re so cute.” “what did you just say?” “i said you look like a boot.” with jj maybank pls my love <33

like a what? — JJ Maybank x Reader

word count : 1.5k ( i got carried away )

“Listen Kie, I’m not saying that you’re being dumb, but you’re being dumb.” you say as you help her carry the bags into the chateau. You both went shopping for John B since he cannot shop for groceries to save his life. And besides, you are all always hanging out here anyways so a shopping trip was needed.

Kie swears she’s never seen you like this. She watches as you look at JJ with an almost bewildered look, and you thank him, before quickly moving away from him and back towards the remainder of the shopping bags. You don’t see it, but Kie sees the flush of pink that’s now evident on JJ’s cheeks. He gives Kie a wary look before he exits the kitchen leaving you flustered and Kie even more assured.

“Yea, he totally doesn’t like you. Wow, how could I not see it.” Kie says sarcastically and you roll your eyes at her. You both pack the remainder of the groceries away before you make your way outside. In the time you were bantering inside, Pope had joined the group. You have a good friendship with Pope. He’s funny, a great listener and he’s quite good looking. He’s also Kiara’s crush and you drew a mental line that you’d never cross when you found out. You respect Kie too much.

You run to Pope and he embraces you in a hug, “y/n! It’s been forever! How are you?” he says and you both burst out laughing. You made it an inside joke that every time you’d greet each other, it’d be like you haven’t seen each other in months. It always keeps the humour alive.

JJ stands next to Kie and rolls his eyes at the sight of you two, “ They’re so dramatic. They just saw each other at school a few hours ago.” he says and Kie can’t help but smile to herself. He’s jealous. Kie looks at him and laughs, “Are you jealous, J?” she says and he spits the beer that he was drinking out of his mouth. “What are you on about?” he asks as he glares at her, trying to decipher what plan she’s got brewing in her head.

“Oh nothing, don't worry your little brain about it.” she says, walking to join you and Pope, leaving JJ alone and suspicious.

John B finally arrived home and grabbed a beer inside before making his way outside and sitting on the boat that’s laying upside down in the yard. You’re sitting in the hammock with JJ, and Kie and Pope are sitting on chopped tree stumps from the previous storm. You loved your little family. You all complimented each other in the best way. You always stood up for them and you know they’d all do illegal things for you, as you would for them.

Pope stands up from the stump, “Does anyone need anything from inside?” you nod and JJ looks at you before looking at Pope, “Yep, our dear y/n needs another beer, thank you Pope.” JJ finishes and settles in the hammock, making it swing slightly.

You look at Kie before looking at JJ, and he looks at you from over his beer can. You smile softly at him before thanking Pope and starting a conversation to clear the tension. “So there’s probably going to be a kegger tonight. Are we going?” you ask and direct the question to John B, but JJ speaks before John B could even reply, “Yes, of course we are. Have we ever not gone to one?” he asks you and you’re pretty sure the answer is yes. The pogues have never missed a Kegger, unless they absolutely needed to. You remember the one time you got sick and couldn’t go, and all the pogues stayed home with you and had a movie night with popcorn.

“Right, of course.” you smile and look at JJ, making his heart flutter.

Kie stands up before nearly dragging you out of the hammock, “Come on! We need to get ready then!” she says and you laugh as you try not to fall flat on your face. Kiara drags you to the room where you both usually use when you stay over and she pulls out a black top, before tossing it to you, “wear that, it’ll make JJ lose his shit.” she laughs and you can’t help but laugh too. “Listen Kie, I’m all for making a man lose his shit, but I don’t think he’ll care that much. It’s just a shirt.” you say and Kie feigns shock. “y/n, you clearly know nothing about JJ because whenever he sees you and you’re wearing a low cut shirt, that’s where he looks first.” she says and you look at her, surprised. “This is news to me. But now I’m interested in seeing this ‘look’ he supposedly gives me.” you say and unbutton the shirt you’re wearing. Kie throws you a high waisted jean short and you raise your brow. “To accent your legs, you've got amazing ones. Show em’ off.” she finishes before taking her outfit and going to the bathroom, leaving you in the room to get dressed.

When Kie comes back her mouth is nearly hanging on the floor when she sees you in the outfit she picked out. “Jesus, y/n. You might just give him a heart attack.” she says and gives you another look before opening the door that leads to the living room where the boys are patiently waiting for the two of you.

Kie leaves the room first and JJ looks up at the commotion before you enter the room. JJ thinks he’s seeing the first glance of heaven when you walk out of the bedroom, and his heart starts beating too fast. Holy shit.

You’re nervous to see JJ’s reaction to your outfit but the rest of the boys give a wolf whistle as you both enter the room and you see JJ wipe his hands off on the side of his jeans before standing up and walking towards you. You smile at him as he stands in front of you, looking down before quickly looking back up, but you caught it. That was what Kie was talking about.

JJ looks at you and you walk towards the door but hear him whisper, “You look so cute.” You turn around and look at him, “What did you just say, J?” you say as you both make your way outside and the twinkie comes in sight. Before JJ can think he blurts out, “I said you look like a boot.” you look at him and the look on his face makes you crack up. “A boot? Really JJ? That’s the only thing you could think of that rhymes with cute?” you say and smile at the blush creeping on his face. JJ smiles sheepishly at you while scratching the back of his neck. “Honestly y/n, you look really hot right now and I’m just really fucking nervous s’all.” he admits and you smile at him.

You’re both seated next to each other and John B puts on the radio, flooding the twinkie with an upbeat tune, when you turn to JJ and whisper in his ear, “You don’t look too bad yourself , big boy.”

a/n: this is my first obx fic on this account and idk how i feel about it. . . also changed one of the words a bit but it turned out perfect!

#✎ eddiesfairy follower celebration ✦ ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ 𓂃 #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x fem reader #jj maybank x reader fluff #eddiesfairy obx

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empressgeekt · 10 days

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Trolls- headcanon, Creek and Branch are Cousins and Rosiepuff was both their grandmother...

okay. This randomly came to me, and I have to write this down. On mobile sorry for issues.

So, I was scrolling through Tumblr and saw fanart of acdepressed creek, and I though, "hey he kind of looks like Floyd's old concept design". Don't look up that design it's horrifying, but originally Floyd was supposed to look like Grandma Rosiepuff. Then things started to spiral. F9r two characters who seemingly have nothing to do with each other, Rosiepuff and Creek look awfully similar to one another. Same skin tone, and they both have minty green in their hair. In fact one could argue that Creek resembles her more then her own canon grandchildren. BROZONE all have cool colors and John, Clay, spruce, and branch all have blur eyes like her, while Floyd has a smaller similar nose shape. But that's the extent of it.

What if Rosiepuff had two surviving children, instead of the one who had brozone? And Creek was born of that second child.

I don't know what other people think but alot of the jab Creek makes towards Branch feel very personal. Sure pre trolls one Branch was not liked by the community, but Creek despises Branch personally. He tells Poppy that Branch doesn't want to be happy. Confronts Branch head on while the others passively complain. He even calls out the vest and that is a deep cut to Branch as we all know...but how would Creek know? Unless they share more of history then we think.

There are number of ways that's this could've played out, be it Creek's parent having a falling out with Rosiepuff before he's born, or maybe they didn't want anything to do with the band, but the two sides of the family clearly don't talk. Evident by Rosiepuff raising Branch alone, and never once is an aunt/uncle mentioned. However it wouldn't be too hard to believe that Creek knows about Rosiepuff, her death, and blames Branch for it. Heck he could've been taught that by his parent, The possible child of Rosiepuff's. And now in turn hates Branch.

This could even be supported by the amount of similar traits Creek has with Brozone. For starters, both Creek and at least two of the brothers (branch and clay) are planners. Branch and clay are prepping for the worst, but Creek is always planning how to control situations he finds himself in. Their uses are different, and as are the strategies, but the principle still stands. Creek also has a high emotional intelligence, like Floyd. He'd have to in order to manipulate people the way he does. A level head under pressure could also be a shared trait, Creek only really panics when he's in immediate danger, being eaten or when he and chef were one fire, otherwise he's very collected. He's the one telling everyone in the bird cage to remain calm after all.

But if they are related the why didn't JD or any of the others ask about him when Brozone reunited? Well, simply they didn't know about him. Creek is either the same age or younger then Branch, and if the two sides of the family weren't on speaking terms in the first place then its a slim chance they would be told about a baby cousin. And I have a hard time seeing Creeks family taking Branch in afte the accident and he went grey. So if branch knows about their relation, he's probably so detached that he doesn't consider them family. Not to mention the whole betrayl thing...

So thought? Was my brain on to something? Or is this just rambling.

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls branch #fanfic #headcanon #trolls creek #trolls movie #trolls headcanons #Creek and branch are cousins?#This makes wya too much sense #random #rant post #theory

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godslove · 26 days

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡

The word for faith in the New Testament is pistis. It carries the notion of confidence, certainty, trust, and assurance in God. The gift of faith is rooted in one’s saving faith in Christ and the trust that comes through a close relationship with the Savior. Those with this gift have a trust and confidence in God that allows them to live boldly for Him and manifest that faith in mighty ways.

The spiritual gift of faith is not to be confused with saving faith. All Christians have been given saving faith,

[8] “For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, [9] not of works, lest anyone should boast.”

—Ephesians 2:8-9

but not all receive this special gift of faith.

In the Bible, the gift of faith is often accompanied by great works of faith. In Acts 3:1-10 we see this gift in action when Peter sees a lame man at the Beautiful Gate and calls on him to stand up and walk in the name of Jesus.

‭‭[1] Now Peter and John went up together to the temple at the hour of prayer, the ninth hour. [2] And a certain man lame from his mother’s womb was carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple which is called Beautiful, to ask alms from those who entered the temple; [3] who, seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple, asked for alms. [4] And fixing his eyes on him, with John, Peter said, “Look at us.” [5] So he gave them his attention, expecting to receive something from them. [6] Then Peter said, “Silver and gold I do not have, but what I do have I give you: In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up and walk.” [7] And he took him by the right hand and lifted him up, and immediately his feet and ankle bones received strength. [8] So he, leaping up, stood and walked and entered the temple with them—walking, leaping, and praising God. [9] And all the people saw him walking and praising God. [10] Then they knew that it was he who sat begging alms at the Beautiful Gate of the temple; and they were filled with wonder and amazement at what had happened to him.

—Acts 3:1-10

Jesus said even a small amount of this faith could move mountains.

‭So Jesus said to them, “Because of your unbelief; for assuredly, I say to you, if you have faith as a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.

—Matthew 17:20

‭‭So Jesus answered and said to them, “Assuredly, I say to you, if you have faith and do not doubt, you will not only do what was done to the fig tree, but also if you say to this mountain, ‘Be removed and be cast into the sea,’ it will be done.

—Matthew 21:21

“‭And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.”

—1 Corinthians 13:2, Paul the Apostle

The Holy Spirit distributes this gift to some in the church to encourage and build up the church in her confidence in God. Those with the gift of faith, trust that God is sovereign and He is good. They take Him at His Word and put the full weight of their lives in His hands. They know God listens to every good heart and are not surprised when He answers a prayer or performs a miracle.

“‭to another faith by the same Spirit, to another gifts of healings by the same Spirit,”

—1 Corinthians 12:9

[1] Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. [2] For by it the elders obtained a good testimony.

[3] By faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the word of God, so that the things which are seen were not made of things which are visible.

[4] By faith Abel offered to God a more excellent sacrifice than Cain, through which he obtained witness that he was righteous, God testifying of his gifts; and through it he being dead still speaks.

[5] By faith Enoch was taken away so that he did not see death, “and was not found, because God had taken him”; for before he was taken he had this testimony, that he pleased God. [6] But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.

[7] By faith Noah, being divinely warned of things not yet seen, moved with godly fear, prepared an ark for the saving of his household, by which he condemned the world and became heir of the righteousness which is according to faith.

[8] By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to the place which he would receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing where he was going. [9] By faith he dwelt in the land of promise as in a foreign country, dwelling in tents with Isaac and Jacob, the heirs with him of the same promise; [10] for he waited for the city which has foundations, whose builder and maker is God.

[11] By faith Sarah herself also received strength to conceive seed, and she bore a child when she was past the age, because she judged Him faithful who had promised. [12] Therefore from one man, and him as good as dead, were born as many as the stars of the sky in multitude—innumerable as the sand which is by the seashore.

[13] These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them, embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.

[14] For those who say such things declare plainly that they seek a homeland. [15] And truly if they had called to mind that country from which they had come out, they would have had opportunity to return. [16] But now they desire a better, that is, a heavenly country. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He has prepared a city for them.

[17] By faith Abraham, when he was tested, offered up Isaac, and he who had received the promises offered up his only begotten son, [18] of whom it was said, “In Isaac your seed shall be called,” [19] concluding that God was able to raise him up, even from the dead, from which he also received him in a figurative sense.

[20] By faith Isaac blessed Jacob and Esau concerning things to come.

[21] By faith Jacob, when he was dying, blessed each of the sons of Joseph, and worshiped, leaning on the top of his staff.

[22] By faith Joseph, when he was dying, made mention of the departure of the children of Israel, and gave instructions concerning his bones.

[23] By faith Moses, when he was born, was hidden three months by his parents, because they saw he was a beautiful child; and they were not afraid of the king’s command.

[24] By faith Moses, when he became of age, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh’s daughter, [25] choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God than to enjoy the passing pleasures of sin, [26] esteeming the reproach of Christ greater riches than the treasures in Egypt; for he looked to the reward.

[27] By faith he forsook Egypt, not fearing the wrath of the king; for he endured as seeing Him who is invisible. [28] By faith he kept the Passover and the sprinkling of blood, lest he who destroyed the firstborn should touch them.

[29] By faith they passed through the Red Sea as by dry land, whereas the Egyptians, attempting to do so, were drowned.

[30] By faith the walls of Jericho fell down after they were encircled for seven days.

[31] By faith the harlot Rahab did not perish with those who did not believe, when she had received the spies with peace.

[32] And what more shall I say? For the time would fail me to tell of Gideon and Barak and Samson and Jephthah, also of David and Samuel and the prophets: [33] who through faith subdued kingdoms, worked righteousness, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions, [34] quenched the violence of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, out of weakness were made strong, became valiant in battle, turned to flight the armies of the aliens. [35] Women received their dead raised to life again. Others were tortured, not accepting deliverance, that they might obtain a better resurrection. [36] Still others had trial of mockings and scourgings, yes, and of chains and imprisonment. [37] They were stoned, they were sawn in two, were tempted, were slain with the sword. They wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins, being destitute, afflicted, tormented— [38] of whom the world was not worthy. They wandered in deserts and mountains, in dens and caves of the earth.

[39] And all these, having obtained a good testimony through faith, did not receive the promise, [40] God having provided something better for us, that they should not be made perfect apart from us.

—Hebrews 11:1-40

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mayasaura · 1 year

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So Anastasia is waiting in the tomb to reseal it of it gets opened. Does John know this? Because I am remember him at some point telling Harrow she can't have opened the Tomb it's (currently) closed. Because one - well that's a strange capability to hide from John unless you see a need to open the Tomb either multiple times or without him finding out. Two - Anastasia's reaction to Harrow coming in and then walking out would be interesting. And also the timing of when given Alecto's haunting.

That is a very good question. Does John know that Anastasia has been made into—or made herself into—a construct that can reseal the Tomb? Or did he only mean for her to die there, and take his secrets with her? I honestly have no idea. My first assumption had been that John arranged it so he could visit Alecto in secret, but that would be very risky and there's no evidence to support it. We don't know if he even knows it's possible for the ward to be breached and then resealed.

I do think what we saw in there was a construct made from Anastasia's corpse, rather than Anastasia's revenant. Maybe she's a hideous corpse, her revenant bound to a construct of her own bones, but it's impossible to say at this point how much of Anastasia is left after ten thousand years. She may or may not have been aware of Harrow's coming and going. But let's say she's in there, and conscious, and has been standing guard over Alecto for ten thousand years. Who put her there?

Anastasia worked closely with Cassiopeia, and Cassiopeia knew a great deal more than John about blood wards. It's possible she and Anastasia planned to be able to access the Tomb without John's knowledge. Cassiopeia has been known to build secret mechanisms at the heart of Houses. And if Augustine meant it about Harrow being very much like Anastasia, then using her own bones as the material for the mechanism sounds just like her, too.

Evidence from the labs suggests that it was Anastasia and Cassiopeia who created the skeletal servitors at Canaan House, but also that they asked for John's input on that project. So that's sum zero; any of them could have done it.

Putting aside for a moment who set it up, you bring up another great question: Has anyone other than Harrow been in there?

If it's John's doing, he probably has. Boring answer, doesn't delve into any deep mysteries. If it was Anastasia and Cassiopeia... Well. I can think of at least one time the Tomb was a sitting duck. At the moment of Harrow's conception there was a thanergy bloom large enough to irradiate the planet, and the key to the Tomb was already on the Ninth. Literally anyone could have rolled the Rock away, provided they knew who Gideon was and knew that the thanergy bloom was going to happen. I can't say whether or not anyone did, but it would have been possible.

This has me thinking about some of the other unanswered questions. Like how weirdly convenient it is that Harrow's parents were able to reinvent the Resurrection to make her, when there's no evidence of them having an expertise in spirit magic. And how oddly coincidental the timing, that preparations to put the plan into action must have started around the time of Gideon's birth. Why create one last child of Anastasia's direct line, if it comes at the expense of any future for her House? How does Blood of Eden have inside knowledge of the Sixth House, millennia out of date? Who sent the message Aim carries, and who is it meant for?

It does seem like there's a third party working behind the scenes, and there has been for a very long time. Someone with a great deal of knowledge about spirit magic, who knows about the vow Alecto made to Anastasia, who has reason to want the truth to come out. Whether that third party is Anastasia, or Anastasia working in concert with Cassiopeia, or some secret third option, I can't be sure. But there is a whiff of conspiracy about it that has only gotten stronger with the revelations in Nona.

But really, I just want Anastasia to be there of her own volition, for some more dignified reason than to act as John's sepulchral porter. Might as well make Samael into a coat rack to complete the set.

#the locked tomb #anastasia the first #cassiopeia the first #long post #sorry this took so long #I was Mulling It Over #you do not want to know how long the first draft was #so much pepe silva it exhausted ME #ntn spoilers

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ethanhuntfemmefatale · 9 months

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the great cecil m:i movie ranking

Ok so the other day @callmearcturus challenged me on avoiding ranking MI movies…i can’t let that stand. This post is gonna be long. Some of these are self evident I think to anyone who has followed me for any amount of time…some might shock people. let’s get into it.

1. MI1

This is not a surprise to anyone who knows me I think. MI1 is the reason I got into the franchise and the reason I keep coming back to it. It’s my favorite movie of all time, it’s the movie that made me love movies. If I wanted to explain everything i loved about it I’d probably end up taking up like 25 pages

2: MI7, Dead Reckoning Part 1

I think the reason why I love DR1 so much is that I saw it in theaters. The experience of watching it—my family dropped me off to go batshit on my own, I had my MI shirt on, I had just enough spoilers to feel ready for the major twists and to analyze the movie like a rewatch BUT not enough to lessen the suspense at all—it was really just the best cinematic experience I’ve had…maybe ever. The first time I watched MI1 comes close, and so does seeing Rogue One in theaters as a kid. Anyway, this movie is really just a masterpiece in my opinion. It manages to juggle so many plates without seeming like it’s struggling—just when I start missing Benji he shows up again, which is an essential trait for an MI movie—it’s thematically coherent and deep—it’s an incredibly suspenseful and entertaining action movie—Ethan is so gorgeous in it—we get not one, but two new female characters, and both of them have such compelling thematic arcs and significance that it makes me want to scream—Luther gets to be the most badass he’s been in the whole franchise, and that's a high bar. What else can you ask from a movie. Nothing i say

3. MI5, Rogue Nation

This movie in my opinion is probably the most just solid, high quality excellent movie of the franchise. It’s so well made it’s so fun to watch it’s intense and cool. It introduces us to Ilsa who I love more than life itself. Especially in this movie she has a physicality to rival Ethan’s and an arc that feels like a meaningful callback to Ethan’s in MI2-3 era. I’m such a big fan of the way Ilsa is introduced in this movie—her showmanship is featured without the camera being creepy. She’s a performer, like Ethan, and sometimes the performance is meant to be sexy, but she’s treated as another character and not an object of desire. This movie is also the beginning of a trend I appreciate in MI, which is the tendency to center team members who aren’t Ethan or the ostensible love interest in the climactic scene. Benji, Ilsa and Ethan share the Bomb Experience together and it makes the movie really strong. Overall the Benji/Ilsa/Ethan vibes are immaculate in this film, it’s probably the strongest for my Queer Platonic Polyamory Thesis. The opera scene is among my favorite sequences in MI because I’m a classical musician and I grew up listening to Nessun Dorma and also it’s just a fucking excellent sequence in every way. This movie also features Ethan using his Claire Phelps skill set to defeat Lane and it makes me happy.

4. MI6, Fallout

I really love this movie but MI5 beats it for me because I had a hard time figuring out what was going on in Fallout on first watch. Which i think is at least partially by design, Fallout is meant to feel mind-trippy and uncomfortable in parts. August Walker isn’t a character I connect with very much, I liked him for a brief moment when I thought he genuinely suspected Ethan of being John Lark…i was kinda disappointed when he turned out to be the main antagonist cause he wasn’t that interesting to me. The ending of this movie is absolute perfection. It has my favorite last scene of any of the MI movies. The team dynamics, also, perfect. The introduction of Alana is a highlight and the kiss scene is so fucking creepy and striking and has such epic character implications. Also fallout Ethan is so, he’s everything to me he’s so tired and soft. Fallout ethan gotta be one of my favorite genders. This movie really Gets ethan and centers him emotionally which is a big part of why I love it so much. Also the bathroom fight scene is just simply epic.

5. MI2

I should probably add here that I’m influenced by a few things—first, MI2 was the first MI movie that I connected with after MI1, and the first movie where I felt like this franchise could have more for me than just MI1. So I imprinted on it. Also, one of my favorite people in the world likes MI2 best of the franchise. I love MI2 because through all the camp (or maybe because of all the camp) it has this earnest seriousness. It doesn’t chafe against its genre in ways that I would say MI3 and MI4 kinda do. Because of that unselfconsciousness I bought into the movie completely (well. After I’d gotten over the initial frankly awful opening sequence, which did make me actually turn off the movie and skip to MI4 the first time I tried to watch. Once Ethan gets in the meeting with Swanbeck I started buying in), and when it did ridiculous things I enjoyed it and felt really uncritically invested cause the movie wasn’t trying to distance itself from its audience. I’m also deeply sensitive to “two desperately unhappy people use each other and try to help each other” (ahem ahem looking at Risky Business) stories and that aspect of MI2 got to me hard. Nyah is one of my favorite female characters in MI because she’s got Ethan’s guile and self-destructive tendencies and is holding onto them for him for a movie while he goes off the deep end trying to be a hero. It’s a very sweet dynamic to me. There’s something childish about their interactions that feels kinda heartbreaking at times. Thandie Newton brings so much charm and vulnerability and grit to the role along with this little-dog-pretending-to-be-big energy that just makes her addictive to watch. This movie also has to my mind (I know it’s debatable) an interesting and well laid out theory on “Ethan And Violence” that makes it a jarring but still realistic step from Ethan’s role in MI1 as someone who essentially doesn’t fight at all. (It’s easy to imagine, looking at Ethan’s arc as a whole and the mental state where we leave him in MI1 and also his whole Deal in this movie, that after MI1 he went overboard trying to learn. So I don’t feel bothered by his stylish hand-to-hand in this movie.) Incidentally I think MI3 would have benefited a lot from listening to MI2’s “Ethan And Violence” thesis. All this being said the end of this movie is weak, I’m not a fan of car/motorcycle chases at the best of times and MI2’s goes on for a longgg time. And although I don’t hate Sean Ambrose as a villain, he has a particular Australianness to him that makes scenes like him chopping his sidekick’s finger feel too cartoonish even for my tastes. Also, MI2 features the beginning of the voice chip which I don’t like, and the “world-ending plot” which I don’t like. Both of which work fine in the movie but then get integrated into the franchise as a whole, so I blame MI2 for that.

6. MI3

There is one reason why this movie isn’t last and it’s Julia. That’s the only reason. Ok I lied there are three reasons—their names are Julia, Luther, and Benji. Luther is absolutely gorgeous in this movie (he always is but especially here). This movie also gives us “what’s up baby” which lives in my mind perpetually. And this is the Benji Entrance Movie, Benji’s scene on the phone with Ethan in the end is just excellent. As a whole I don’t love this movie, I don’t like what it does with Ethan’s character outside of what happens when him and Julia are on screen together (except it would have been more in character and massively improved the movie if Ethan had managed to tell her at least part of the truth before she got abducted). Julia is the light of my life and the wedding scene between her and Ethan is one of my favorite scenes in the franchise, as well as the scene at the party with the two of them. This movie is really significant in Ethan’s arc, and makes all the subsequent movies work better, and Ethan’s particular “desperately sweet and codependent” vibe with Julia is devastating. That being said it features the Worst break ins in the franchise including just fucking killing a bunch of random people in the beginning and Ethan forgetting how to act when he’s caught without the voice chip in the Vatican. Also the worst fucking line “Humpty dumpty sat on a wall” which I cannot watch without cringing to the extent that I have to turn the audio off when I get to that part

7. MI4, Ghost Protocol

Ok so the thing is again my relationship with this movie was influenced by circumstance. I happened to watch this movie directly after getting my mind blown by MI1 and when I saw MI4 it just seemed a world away from the feelings MI1 brought up for me. Much more traditional action movie. That being said, there were things I loved about it and my love for those things only grew with time as I got to know the rest of the franchise and filled in the gaps about what took Ethan from MI1 to MI4. I didn’t even know about Julia back then!

The opening of ghost protocol is so fucking good and I love Ethan in it so much that it physically hurts to watch him be so beautiful and tired and just like. Content and sad and perfect. The seduction scene is excellent and shows a nuanced understanding of How Ethan Works as well as showcasing the team. I never quite learned to like the very beginning of the movie (the assassin tracker phone app is theoretically camp and fun but for me it was a no sell) and I don’t totally agree with Benji’s characterization in the Kremlin breakin, I like him being nervous and making mistakes but he’s goofy in a way that feels forced to me. On first watch that was my first experience with Benji who I really wanted to like and I was irritated by him in the Kremlin, and only started liking him when the movie let him be himself more. He is completely fantastic by the Burj Khalifa climb, and stays strong through the rest of the movie. This is a tiny detail but I wish later movies had let him keep the GP trait of always sticking things in his mouth. it’s everything to me. Another aspect of my verdict is: not enough Luther. Thank god he comes in at the end, it goes a long way towards raising my estimation of the movie. Also I just really don’t enjoy the GP villain he’s boring, and the main conflict of GP is a world-threat instead of something personal to Ethan, which just made me feel less invested and decentered Ethan emotionally toward the end in a way I didn’t like. I do think it works, cause GP is generally the movie where Ethan is the least a person and the most an agent. But it makes it harder for me to connect.

Anyway that is my ranking. For those who might be interested in the broader Tom Cruise Ranking™, splitting up MI into its individual film parts, the ranking would probably go:

MI1

Risky Business

MI5

MI6

Top Gun: Maverick

Edge of Tomorrow

Knight and Day

Top Gun

MI2

MI3

MI4

The Firm

Oblivion

Jerry Maguire

I tried watching jerry maguire again and got bored and stopped…something is wrong with me i think. It’s objectively a good movie

#mission impossible #long post #feeling in a ranking mood today...might rank ethan's haircuts later

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smalls-words · 2 years

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The Demon’s Treasure - Chapter Two

Series Summary: Life as a mafia princess gets in the way of love every time - maybe this time will be different.

Chapter Summary: Wanda and you get some bonding time, and maybe even plan for some more.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Mafia!Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst but fluff at the end :)

Warnings: Guns, light mention of blood, hospitals.

Words: 3,436

A/N: Welcome to Chapter 2 of The Demon’s Treasure! As always, please don’t put translations in the comments!! Everything will be explained (this chapter includes a translation from the previous one if you were interested in that) Also, I know the Google Translate isn’t the ideal place to translate, but that’s what I used.

*not my gif*

You looked up at Tim and he grinned evilly before you sped towards Wanda.

“Hey, hey, hey, let me see.” You muttered, trying to keep her and yourself calm.

“Y/N, it hurts. It hurts really fucking bad.” Wanda whined, her hands shaking.

You hadn’t imagined the sweet Wanda to have a bad mouth, but that wasn’t why you were holding her up. You grabbed a knife from a secret compartment in your jacket and flung it out with deadly precision, hitting one of the gunmen at the top of a set of stairs.

“Jake! Shaun! On Y/N! Avengers, crowd the children!” John ordered, knowing you had become distracted as colour began to fade in Wanda’s cheeks.

You peeled back her shirt and saw that the bullet had gone through and through, seeing it crumpled on the floor because of your bullet-proof jacket. You looked up at her and smiled weakly, a gulp of nerves going down her throat.

“I’m gonna die, aren’t I?” She whimpered, but you shook your head.

“Not if I have anything to say about it.”

You buttoned up the jacket and called 911, asking for police and ambulance as you used Wanda’s injury and the gunfire around you as evidence. You stood up and looked around you, seeing Jake and Shaun coming at you on the ice with ease.

“Take her. Take her and get her out of here!” You ordered, watching them mentally debate it before you took Jake’s jacket off and slipped it over yourself, a plethora of weapons hidden inside that you could use.

“But Y/N-”

“Do it or so help me Nabu, I am going to make you wish you had listened.” You growled, placing Wanda in Shaun’s arms before you cupped her cheeks.

“You’ll be okay - the full might of the Zatara family stands with you.” You pressed your forehead to hers and she nodded, her eyes closing as Shaun and Jake got her out of the arena.

You looked over to see your father and mother fighting against some of the gunmen that were unarmed, your eyes darkening with anger as they met Tim Logue’s.

*Uoy lliw ton kool erehwyna esle tub ta reh.* You heard in your mind again as the tips of your fingers glowed cyan.

You watched amusedly as he tried to take his eyes off of you but couldn’t. You skated over and pulled him over the railing by the neck, throwing him easily with just one hand. He slid on the ice and almost took out Kate and Yelena, but the blonde was skilled enough on the ice to get them both out of the way.

Tim spat out a gob of blood and it splattered against the ice, with Yelena and Kate getting everyone back as Tim was the last man standing. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at you, the simple gesture of your hand holding in the air enough to make your gunmen halt.

“Finally.” Tim sighed in dark relief, chuckling to himself as he aimed right between your eyes.

“Now, John, you will feel everything that I felt! The guilt, the pain, the anguish of not being able to do anything but watch! It will eat you from the inside out until you go insane, but unlike me, you will not have any power!”

He pressed the trigger.

But nothing happened.

“What?” He looked down at his gun and opened the barrel, seeing flowers instead of bullets.

He looked up at you and you smirked, shaking your head. “I told you. You mess with the wand, you get the spell.”

You skated up to the side of him and chuckled once more. “You never think, Tim Logue. How is it that the Zatara family has stayed so long in power? How have we never had any dealing with the police, with crime scenes and suspicious acts?”

You skated around him, much like you would walk if you were on the ground. “The answer? We are underestimated.”

You stood in front of him now, one fist on his jacket whilst your leg swept him out and he landed on his ass. He tried to get away from you but the slippery ice made that decision stop in his mind.

“Maybe you can try again in another lifetime.” You shrugged nonchalantly, putting your skate on top of his chest.

“Please… Please, I won’t bother you anymore.” He wheezed, air still collecting in his lungs.

“Hmm.” You looked down at him, slowly cocking your head to the side.

Yelena and Kate looked between each other before the Avengers and saw their eyes were trained on you. They didn’t have long, and Yelena quickly jumped into action.

“Look! Over there!” She pointed, all of their attention gone whilst Kate turned to you.

*Now.*

You smirked devilishly and let your skate slip down to Tim’s throat, a grin stretching impossibly wide before he let out a howling scream. It was cut off as you sliced through his throat, blood splattering on the ice before it began to pool underneath his body.

Kate tapped Yelena when it was done and the blonde sighed. “Oh, man! I guess you missed it.” Yelena shrugged, watching the Avengers react to the now dead body on the ice and protect the children’s eyes.

You turned around and skated to the edge of the rink, calmly coming off and getting dressed before you took the stairs two at a time and saw Jake and Shaun standing outside. You walked up to them silently and they asked with their eyes, a simple nod letting them know of your dealings.

“The ambulance will be here soon.” Shaun muttered and you nodded.

“Good. I will go with inside and you two can trail behind.”

“Y/N, with all due respect-”

You cut Jake off with a short shake of your head. “Not right now.”

You handed his jacket back before you knelt in front of Wanda, watching her shake and shiver even within your jacket. You sat next to her and took her hands, warming them up so that her body didn’t have to.

“I-Is he…?” She asked you and you nodded.

“Dead as a doornail.”

She looked down at your hands before she shivered some more, which concerned you until you heard the wailing sirens of the ambulance. You watched as it came up to you both and moved slightly away so that the paramedics could assess and assist.

“Ma’am, we’re gonna need you to ride in the truck with us.” One of them, her name tag read Jackie, asked.

“Of course.” You nodded, waiting until Wanda was situated in a stretcher before you climbed in next to her.

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It was two hours for the surgery and deep into the morning as Wanda woke naturally, only to see you sleeping in the chair next to her. Your head was resting softly against the back of it and your arms were folded, her eyes drifting to the two shadows at the door in the shape of Jake and Shaun.

Her eyes flashed with the memories of last night and she whimpered softly as she tried to sit up, the small sound waking you.

“Easy, easy, easy.” You murmured, your hands reaching for hers.

They shook in your grasp and you looked up at her wide eyes, filled with fear and confusion. “W-Who are you?” She pulled her hands out of yours.

You sighed, sitting back down in the chair. “Are you sure? Because once you’re in, you’re in.”

She nodded slowly and you leaned forward on your knees, your hands clasped together. “I am Y/N Zatara, heiress to the Zatara Family. I am a mafia princess, if you will; it’s a running joke. Our family is the biggest in New York, and we stretch across Europe but originated in Italy, where I was born.”

You took a deep breath before continuing. “We are… powerful. Mom and Dad have friends everywhere, and my two bodyguards are the best in the business, though I do manage to shake them. Power means enemies, and my parents cannot afford to lose another child.”

Wanda’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “You lost someone?”

“My brother.” You smiled sadly.

“He was thirteen and I was seventeen. We were just at school, no reason for anyone dangerous to come and attack us. But, like last night, they found us. His name was Anatoli Dragov, a rogue of a Russian gang, and he was disguised as a friend of Mom’s.”

Wanda watched as your hands began to shake slightly, your breathing ragged.

“And… and he, uh…” You failed at swallowing the lump in your throat.

The door opened. “Princess, you’re needed.” Shaun muttered softly and Wanda watched as you almost snapped into your stance, giving your jacket to her.

“My phone’s in there. Feel free to play games or add your number, whatever you want. Password’s 1692.”

Wanda watched as you left with Shaun, Jake still guarding her door, and she looked down at your jacket. She slowly unravelled it and saw the hidden compartments she wasn’t sure she wanted to open.

Instead, she found your phone and unlocked it. The background was a plain photo of a yin and yang, whilst you had very few apps. Notification bubbles popped up everywhere and she mentally scolded you for not clearing them out.

Her thumb hovered over the contacts app and she looked up, half-expecting you to barge right in and rip it out of her hands, but you didn’t. She could hear your calm voice outside and it soothed her, more than she’d like to admit.

She added her phone number, put her name in and began to scroll through emojis. She looked at your recent ones and smiled at the sight of flowers and hearts - a mafia child using affectionate emojis was not on her bingo card.

She added a rose and a small reverberating heart before she saved the contact and sent a text to herself. She added your number and smiled to herself before the door opened again and the Avengers piled in.

“Oh, Wanda! We were so worried!” Kate sighed in relief, hugging her.

“Thanks, Kate.” She responded, patting her back.

“How are you feeling?” Clint asked, arms folded.

“Um… as good as I can be, I guess.”

Kate gasped and drew everyone’s attention before pointing at your phone in Wanda’s hand. “Is that…?”

Wanda immediately felt the need to hold it close but Kate was too fast for her fatigued body. “Oh my god. You gave her your number?!”

“No. She gave me her phone and told me her password. I just… put my number in it.” Wanda murmured, chuckles rippling through the group.

“Bold move, Maximoff.” Natasha grinned, watching her shy from the assassin’s stare.

“You gonna go on a date with her?”

Wanda looked back sharply at her until a knock at the door came. “Come in.” She called, watching you enter with a soft smile.

“Hello, everyone.”

They all muttered some semblance of a greeting before your eyes fell onto Wanda. You slid into the chair next to her and smiled as she yawned.

“Alright, everyone out. Sleeping beauty needs her rest.” Natasha smirked and ushered everyone out, leaving you two alone.

You took your phone back and smiled at the sight of a new contact. “It’s not often I get a pretty girl’s number.”

Wanda chuckled softly and yawned again, leaving you to smile softly. “You should go back to sleep. The world can wait for you to have some rest.”

She turned onto her stronger side and looked at you, biting her lip as confidence rose in her. “Would you… like to go on a… date?”

You chuckled softly and nodded, leaning in close to have your noses almost touch. “I would love to go on a date with you, tesora.”

She smiled widely and you pressed a small kiss to her forehead. “Now it’s time for you to sleep. Maybe we can go ice-skating for our first date.”

“Nooo.” She shook her head and you grinned widely at her giggle.

“No? Where do you want to go?”

“Hmm… I don’t know.”

“What if I planned the date?” You offered and she smirked, nodding softly.

“Yes, please.”

You smiled and nodded before she closed her eyes, her hand taking yours before it fell limp. Hours passed like minutes and you simply watched her chest rise and fall, her eyes twitch underneath her eyelids, and you smiled whenever she held your arm tighter.

A knock came at the door before it opened and you didn’t turn to face them. “Yes?”

“The Queen would like to have a word.” A random mobster asked you and you didn’t turn around.

“Tell her I am busy.”

“She did not take too kindly to that the last time, Y/N.” Jake popped his head in from the door and you rolled your eyes, debating it.

“Fine. Nobody but the medical staff comes in or out until I get back.” You told them, following the mobster to find your mother standing outside of the hospital.

“How is she?”

“She’s okay. I’d like to get back to protecting her, if you don’t mind.” You spoke sharply, turning around.

“He is alive.”

You stopped in your tracks. You didn’t move, so your mother did it for you, stepping in front of your still form to see you fighting a flood of tears.

“You told me… that you killed him.” You spoke lowly, your eyes darting between her steel blue eyes.

“We tied him down with weights and dropped him off at the Mariana Trench. He should be dead.” She explained, moving closer to you but you stepped back.

“Mom… Where is he?”

She dropped her head and shrugged her shoulders, making you scoff. “You’re saying you don’t know where my brother’s killer is?”

She nodded, but you moved past her and went straight back into Wanda’s room, watching as the doctor injected her with some painkillers.

“You can leave tomorrow morning if everything checks out.” He spoke to Wanda, who looked up at you.

“Then I guess I’m camping down here for the night.” You grinned.

“Y/N, no.” Wanda sighed, not wanting to keep you from whatever it was that you did behind closed doors.

“Y/N, yes.” You snickered, sitting down in the chair before you felt her hand fall on yours.

You looked down at it in confusion before your eyes trailed up her arm to view her concerned expression, a soft smile growing on her lips. “Why are you worrying?”

“Pfft. I’m not… No, I’m not worrying.” You scoffed, but her hand didn’t leave yours.

“You’re worried about something. I’m just not quite sure what.” She murmured, talking mostly to herself.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the TV remote, turning it on to see an old TV sitcom play. You were about to change it but Wanda’s hand ripped the remote from yours, giving you a death glare that slightly scared you.

“What?” You chuckled.

“This is one of my favourite shows. And since I’m in the hospital bed, hooked up to these dumb wires, you can deal with it.” She stuck her tongue out at you but you shook your head whilst laughing.

“Wanda, I like Bewitched too.”

“Oh.”

You watched the confusion spread on her cheeks before you smiled, edging closer to her on your massive chair. You leaned forward as you noticed a spot of dried blood in the corner of her mouth, holding her chin with a curled finger whilst your thumb brushed away the flecks.

“There. A face as beautiful as this does not need to be stained with blood.” You murmured, completely noticing Wanda’s blush but you didn’t acknowledge it.

You pulled away and watched the show in a comfortable silence with her, also not acknowledging the way she looked you up and down. The constrictive clothes you were still wearing concerned her, but then again, you were an ice hockey pro. She noticed the dried blood on the bottom of your hockey pants whilst you wore sleek boots that made her realise who she was sitting next to.

“So… How does a mafia work?”

You turned to see the shock on her own face and you realised she hadn’t meant to say that question out loud. “Are you sure you’d like to know?” You asked, narrowing your eyes playfully.

“Um… I have an idea, but I’d like to think that it is done differently than it is in movies.” She fiddled with her fingers, realising her rings were nowhere to be found.

“What movies have you watched, tesora?”

She looked up at you at the nickname, making you grin slightly as she thought hard, her eyebrows furrowed whilst her lips were pursed together in the cutest way you knew.

“Um… I watched John Wick with Natasha if that counts.” She offered, watching you chuckle softly as you shook your head.

“Wanda, darling, we are nothing like those idiots. Imagine if it was the other way around; if the mafia was full of John Wicks.” You smirked, watching her eyes widen before she looked at her hands.

“Wow. I guess I really have gotten it all wrong.” She muttered, looking back at you before looking back at her hands.

“My dear, why are you looking at your hands?” You asked quickly, concerned.

“Oh, I, uh… I normally have a lot of rings on them and I fidget with them instead of biting my nails and stuff.” She answered.

You stood and made your way around the bed, unintentionally giving Wanda a view of your ass. You knelt down beside the bed, intriguing her, and she jumped slightly when you cheered a soft ‘aha’.

You stood back up too quickly and hit your head on the bottom of the bed, making a loud bang and an equally louder laugh come from Wanda. You glared at her and she immediately stopped, but some shuffled through the constraints of her fingers.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing.” She muttered, but you grinned slightly.

“I believe these belong to you.” You held out the bag containing her phone, her rings and a single bracelet with only one charm.

You watched as each ring was placed back on their designated finger, except for the ones that couldn’t go where the heart rate monitor was, and sat back down on the couch chair. It was silent for a few more minutes as you watched the comedic show before you broke the silence.

“I am.”

Wanda turned to look at you, your eyes unfocused on a thousand-mile stare before they broke and you looked at the one ring on your finger.

“You are…?” She asked.

“Worried.” You replied, fiddling with the ring that held your family crest.

“For what?” She asked again.

You thought long and hard for your answer, debating on whether or not to tell her one of your many dark secrets. You had thousands to hide and thousands more to keep, but if you were going to let this woman into your life, you had better start telling her now.

“You.”

You looked up at her when she didn’t say anything for a few seconds, a few spots of rose on her cheeks whilst she smiled sheepishly and watched her show. You scanned her face for any sign of discomfort, pain, or even the urge to not be within your presence, something you had learned to look for on your associate’s faces, but it wasn’t there.

“Thank you, but I am not someone to worry about.” She murmured, making you furrow your eyebrows once more.

“Why not?”

“There’s not much about me that’s worth worrying about.” She shrugged.

“Are you sure about that?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at her before she yawned softly.

“Time for all good girls to go to sleep.” You grinned, tucking the hospital blanket further onto her before you kissed her temple and stood.

“Where are you going?” She questioned quietly, her eyes locked on you even if they were half open.

You stopped at the door and turned to look at her - that beautiful, innocent face with doe-like eyes and perfect but marred skin. You wished she would never be harmed but that was above your paygrade, and even if you tried, you knew that simply being around you would increase those chances.

“I’m going to plan our date.” You blew her a kiss before closing the door behind you, moving through the halls of the hospital as you made some reservations.

#smalls-words #thedemonstreasure #WandaMaximoff #wandamaximoffimagine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff angst

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white-weasel · 3 months

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Saw Saturday has come yet again, this time we watched Saw VI:

First off, this movie was so aggressively 2008-2009 in its theme I was FLOORED. Of course there were the predatory lenders, loaning out money to those they knew couldn’t pay it back (direct reference to the housing crash in 2007/2008) and then I got hit with the words “preexisting condition” and literally went “oh fuck the affordable care act doesn’t exist yet.” So definitely was interesting to get a blast from the past with social commentary that was very much based on popular public discourse at the time (not saying predatory lending and American health insurance aren’t also issues now just… a different kind of issue/focus)

I cannot believe that Strahm’s hand survived that entire crushing room so in tact. Then again I did not watch Strahm’s actual death at all because I’m too much of a baby about broken bones, but just seeing the rest of the corpse… man Hoffman got pretty lucky with that one

Perez didn’t die in 4/5 I fucking called it!!! Like I said, if I don’t see your body idc, you’re alive in my book

Still, I’m surprised that they revealed that bit of information to Hoffman. I guess at that point they were running off the assumption Strahm was Jigsaw’s accomplice and thus Hoffman would be a trusted ally in the investigation but man

Speaking of, Hoffman was sooooo sus this entire movie it was almost comical. I mean, it’s probably just because you as an audience member know Hoffman’s whole deal but still

Another Saw trap gauntlet! I think it’s interesting that as the movies moved more towards focusing on John Kramer and his crew as the main characters, rather than those in the trap, the traps have turned into multiple tests rather than just one. It makes sense from a story telling perspective though because that way they don’t have to explain multiple people’s deals why they’re in these traps and can instead just focus on one

With that, I think this was my favorite of the trap gauntlets yet! Actual tough decisions for William and I feel like it mixed the moral choices being put forward by 3 about saving people, while also making the decisions tougher/have more consequences like 5. I really liked the maze where in order to let her pass through he had to redirect the steam and burn himself and the shotgun carousel trap where he had to impale his hands in order to save just a fraction of those on it.

I was staring at the teen boy with his mom who have been put in that cage room with the acid and was like “He looks familiar but idk where I’ve seen him before” a few scenes later my friend just blurts out “oh my god that’s Rodrick from Diary of a Wimpy Kid” and we literally had to pause to take in that information

Once again though, not sure how I feel about more John Kramer lore being added, but this at least didn’t stand out to me as being Too Much yknow. It makes sense that there was a slimy insurance guy who screwed over thousands of sick people and also did it to John, who was a close friend. Didn’t break anything pre established too much

Idk if this was intentional but the whole thing about the knives used to cut the jigsaw pieces out being different for Hoffman vs John felt like it was kinda a reference back to John telling Hoffman that the blade on his pendulum was inferior. If Hoffman had just followed John’s lead and used a surgical precision knife, the right tool for the job, to cut up that latest victim, the discrepancy wouldn’t have been raised and they probably wouldn’t have even thought about re-examining the Seth Baxter tape

The scene in the audio technician lab? So good. Once again Hoffman is being so so sus but also he’s cornered. I do have to question the logic of letting Hoffman hear the actual incriminating evidence when it’s pretty obvious they suspected him at this point, but it led to an iconic moment so I will take it

Rip Perez for real this time :( genuinely did like her from what we saw from her and I desperately wanted her to own Hoffman’s ass

Did NOT expect Hoffman to have basically blackmailed Amanda into killing Lynn (and thereby killing herself) back in 3, but now that I think about it it makes sooo much sense. It never 100% clicked with me why Amanda did that with how I read her character, but knowing that she was making the choice between her father figure/mentor/person who’s approval she wanted most in the world hating her or killing Lynn, things have fallen into place better

Jill was MUCH more involved with the Jigsaw operation than I had previously thought. It was basically like a fucking murder family up in there lmaoooo

Hoffman in the reverse bear trap was unexpected!! And the fact he beat what was supposed to be an unbeatable trap for him??? Actually a little bit insane. (He and Strahm both surviving “unwinnable” traps? They’re perfect for each other) I cannot wait to see what Jill’s reaction is gonna be when he eventually shows up and is like “I lived, bitch”

We’re reaching the point where my friend doesn’t remember what happens in the series (she watched some of the movies year ago) She said she very clearly remembered 1-3, would remember things as they came up in 4, and now only remembers stuff from Jigsaw since she saw that one in theaters. However, she loves hearing me ramble about my theories and then likes to look things up about the movies so she can know ahead of time if I’m right or not lmao

In her words “See, I knew you would like these movies, not because of like the traps or the gore or anything, but because of the crazy shit that happens in the plot. It’s fun seeing you go crazy about the twists and then spiral until we watch the next one.” And she’s absolutely 100% right

#saw #saw franchise #saw series #saw vi #sawposting #white weasel talks #I scream about Saw

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hope-grace-serenity · 1 year

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Hello! I know it has been a while and that Far Cry 5 fandom is pretty much dead (D:), but I was wondering what your opinion was regarding The Collapse DLC :-). Because there has been a considerable blacklash about it on tumblr when it came out, but I really liked it & I think it actually showed some hidden depths of the Seed family that I've just been wondering about... till now. So I was just curious about your opinion of the portrayal of the Seeds :-)

Hi! :D I know fandom reception of the DLC was…less than favorable (on tumblr, anyway. I didn’t see backlash anywhere else). But personally? I loved it, and I vehemently disagree with the claims that it was out of character. It might have gone against preferred headcanons, but in terms of what actually ended up on screen in the FC5/New Dawn base games, the Collapse DLC was very much in line with how the characters were previously portrayed. I haven’t seen too much controversy about Jacob, so I’ll focus mainly on John, Joseph, and Faith.

John has always been portrayed as a man with a strong sadistic streak that was simultaneously weaponized and kept in check by Joseph’s presence; the “urges” speech might not be the most sophisticated writing, but the overall idea was just a reiteration of what we saw in FC5. He takes obvious glee in torturing Hudson and the Deputy and Nick and I did not find the story about the woman he killed to be shocking in the slightest. Maybe it’s because I’m not a John stan, but I find claims that he’s too violent in the DLC to be genuinely baffling. He’s always been portrayed as a sadist.

In regards to Faith’s portrayal, I felt extremely vindicated lmao. I wrote a long-ass essay about Faith and what I feel are the obvious conclusions about her character and relationship with Joseph that are often ignored or denied in fandom (despite the game’s writer literally confirming it): that Joseph views her as a twisted stand-in for his wife, and he abuses his power to engage in a sexual relationship with her. To provide some background, @intheforest-hides-a-light and myself began collaborating on the doc several months before the DLC was even released. We had 20 pages of content WITHOUT *any* of the blatant subtext from the DLC—and yes, “Faith being the wife’s name” was one of the conclusions we made before it was stated directly. While the hints from the DLC were eventually added into the essay, FC5 by itself provides more than enough evidence that supports that Faith was in an unhealthy dynamic with Joseph.

Joseph is a manipulator and an abuser. He also has a deep sincerity in his mission and genuinely wants the world to be a better place in the post-collapse world. These things are not contradictory, as is the idea that because Faith victimizes others, she can’t also be a victim. I feel like in a lot of discourse regarding his relationship with Faith, it gets broken down into this black-and-white way of thinking that does a disservice to both characters. Joseph is a complex, multifaceted person, and the Collapse DLC just makes him more interesting imo.

I’m not surprised that tumblr reception to the DLC has been frosty. This is a fandom that rejected Drew Holmes’ own words about the characters he created as being OOC, rejected New Dawn as fanfic despite the director saying it’s canon, and now rejects the DLC. Official content getting rejected in favor of headcanon is par for the course.

And in a way, that’s fine. The beauty of fandom allows for people to interpret the characters the way they want. There are plenty of fandoms where I downright ignore parts of canon too. But I always remember to separate headcanon from actual canon. And imo, the portrayals of the characters were consistent with their portrayals from FC5.

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HOLD UP I HAVE A THOUGHT

I was listening to the With The Beatles album and all my loving came on and I was like “yeah I love it but John hospital 😭.” BUT THEN GUESS WHAT I FOUND A LINK IN THINGS!!!

“Darling I’ll be true”

“Oh! Darling if you leave me I’ll never make it alone belive me when I beg you don’t ever leave me alone.”

“When you told me, you didn’t need me anymore, well you know I nearly fell down and died.”

So we all know from multiple sources including Paul himself that oh darling is about John right? Well I had this idea that since Paul wrote all my loving in the early days and he had the line darling I’ll be true, he was using that to remind John of better times when they were together and Paul called him darling and love all the time. All my loving is a song that’s like a promise and declaration of true and loyal love from Paul and Oh darling is a plea from Paul to John to give him one more chance or to stay with him longer and begging John to not leave him. Now to back this up I needed more evidence that all my loving had some kind of connection to John in any other ways.

Well then I thought about how in the hospital that John died at, all my loving of all songs played right after he died. Why all my loving? Especially if it’s JUST a Paul song with little to no contribution on Johns part. They could have played a song that John wrote in the Beatles or a song John wrote for his solo album but instead it was a love song written by Paul about new found love and relationship on a new level in the beginning of the prime of John and Paul’s relationship. Paul wrote all my loving for the second album and at that time he had known John for 6 years and was his best friend for 4 or so years.

And please please me being the first album had I saw her standing there on it. Which is a song about dancing with a 17 year old and briefly seeing them but wanting to spend more and more time with that person. Well John and Paul met when John was 17 and Paul had briefly seen him around before hand and “didn’t want to be caught staring because I thought he would beat me up” (I think that’s along the lines of the quote). Some of Paul’s very first love songs had some kind of connection to John

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The final Web!Martin evidence list

Now that canon is done, and we’ve got word of god confirmation that Web!Martin wasn’t complete nonsense, I decided to go back to my lil chronological evidence list and actually clean it up a bit, delete parts that in hindsight weren't all that indicative, and put everything in a slightly more readable format. (Obligatory disclaimer that i don’t and never did believe or advocate for some kind of evil web!martin, and that I'm not intending to connect a moral judgement to martin (or anyone else for that matter) having some of these traits)

So here: The (hopefully, please) final list with Web!Martin Evidence! Presented in order of importance, according to. me

The final (hopefully) Web!Martin evidence list

(In order from most to least obvious)

Spiders

I mean, it’s called the Web. TMA reiterates quite a few times that Martin liked spiders. Sometimes it IS that easy.

MAG022: Martin: "I like spiders. Big ones, at least. Y’know, y’know the ones you can see some fur on; I actually think they’re sort of cute -"

MAG038: | Sasha: "A spider?" Jon: "Yeah. I tried to kill it…" [...] Sasha: [Chuckles] "Well, I won’t tell Martin." Jon: "Oh, god. I don’t think I could stand another lecture on their importance to the ecosystem."

MAG059: Jon: "I have done my best to prevent Martin reading this statement in too much detail. I have no interest in having another argument about spiders."

MAG079: Jon: "Apparently, biologically, his account of the spiders doesn’t make any sense according to Martin."

MAG197: Martin: “What? Because I like spiders? Well, used to.”

Lies and subterfuge

Martin is able to use lying and subterfuge to achieve his goals, and is called manipulative a few times.

Lies:

MAG022: Martin: "[He] became slightly more co-operative after I lied to him and told him that one of the upstairs residents had buzzed me in."

MAG056: Martin: "I lied on my CV."

MAG158: Peter: “But you said –” Martin: “Honestly, I mostly just said what I thought you wanted to hear.”

MAG164: Jon: "You – I actually believed you!"

MAG189: Martin: “Sorry. Sorry, John. Not sure how much everything up there actually understood what was going on. But, y’know, I didn’t want to take any chances so it made sense to… um…” Jon: “Put on a show?” Martin: “Yeah, basically, more or less.”

MAG191: Martin: "That's not true." Arun: "Liar!"

Subterfuge:

The plan in 118, which revolved around convincing Elias that Martin was only “acting out”, to create a distraction for Melanie. (Also compare the way he evades giving a straight answer here with the way Annabelle talks in 196.)

Working with Peter in s4 under false pretenses, to distract him from Jon and eventually try to learn what Peter wanted.

Manipulation accusations:

These, I know, are somewhat contentious, since it’s mostly villains saying this to him. I’m still including them, since

1): From a media analysis standpoint, being mentioned 3 times is a sign to pay attention, even when it may not be the full truth.

2): I only see it as describing Martin’s behaviour in the previous points, not as a moral judgement; Especially since he almost always ‘manipulates’ people in positions of power over him.

Still, if it bothers anyone, feel free to ignore these.

MAG138: Martin: "That’s it? No, no monologue, no mind games? You love manipulating people!" Elias: "That makes two of us."

MAG186: Martin: “I can be a real manipulative prick, you know that?” Also Martin: “Oh yeah.”

MAG196: Annabelle: “Because you always managed to get what you wanted through smiles and shrugs and stammerings that weren’t nearly as awkward as they seemed.” [SMALL SOUND OF MARTIN’S CONCESSION TO THE POINT] Martin: “Point taken.”

The Lonely/the Web

The Lonely and the Web sometimes affect Martin to similar degrees.

In season 3, when Martin is getting used to reading statements for the first time, most of them leave him emotionally affected: MAG084, MAG088, MAG090,

MAG095: Martin: “S-S-Statement… done.” [HEAVY BREATHING & TREMBLING AS MARTIN STEADIES HIMSELF] “I don’t like recording these. There. I-I said it.”,

MAG098: Martin: [Panting] “End of statement.” [Deep breath] “I, um, I think I might need to sit down. Oh. Yeah, I am. Right. I don’t, uh, I’m not really sure if these are actually getting easier or harder. I mean I don’t feel –”

Only the last two statements he reads are remarkably easier. This might be a hint that Martin is just getting used to reading them, but the quote from MAG098 seems to contradict that. Either way, it’s likely not a coincidence that those last two happen to be the Lonely and the Web:

MAG108: Martin: “Statement ends.” (exhale) “That wasn’t so bad…”

MAG110: Martin: “Statement ends.” [...] “I mean, I think it sounds like a Jurgen Leitner book. About spiders. Hm. Good John didn’t have to read this one, anyway. I know he’s not a fan. Although, this one wasn’t too bad, actually! I – yeah. Anyway.”

In season 5, there are two powers’ Domains that actually affected Martin mentally, as opposed to only physically: the Lonely’s, in 170 (and arguably 186), and, depending on your interpretation, in 172, when Martin went exploring without knowing why he did so.

Proximity

Martin investigates a lot of the Web statements during season 1 to 3 (in other words, when the archive team still researches statements). The only ones he isn’t mentioned in during this period are MAG019 and MAG020, when he’s being harrassed by worms, and MAG081, which Jon records by himself outside of the institute.

Most notably, he’s the one who discovered the statement in MAG114, ‘Cracked Foundations’, which is the one statement in the entire show that sets up the interdimensional properties of HTR.

The Web!Lighter passed through Martin's hands first, before he gave it to Jon.

Similarly, Annabelle mostly spoke to Martin in season 5, despite most other Avatars usually focusing on Jon.

Aesthetics

Apart from the above obviously Web related areas, there are some other aesthetics which are mentioned in connection to both the Web and Martin, throughout canon.

These are describing the Web;

These are describing Martin.

Tapes:

Martin is the only character to treat the tape recorders as friends - any other character is either indifferent, or treats them as enemies.

MAG039: Martin: "I think the tapes have a sort of… low-fi charm."

MAG154 Martin: “Oh. Hi. Hello again.” … (small laugh) “Sorry pal, false alarm this time.”

MAG156 Martin: “Mm? Oh.” [HE LAUGHS, GENTLY.] “Yeah. (rustling paper) I was going to read one. Hate for you to miss it!” [SHORT, FORCED LAUGH, AS HE FLAPS THE STATEMENT AROUND.]

MAG170 Martin: “Oh. Oh, hello. What’s this? Wow, retro! What are you up to, little buddy; just – listening? That’s okay. It’s nice to have someone to talk to.”

MAG190 Jon: "[The tapes] seem to like [Martin]."

Retro:

MAG069: Statement: “I only saw Annabelle Cane once during this period. She wasn’t hard to pick out. She dressed like a vintage clothing store exploded on her, and her short bleach-blonde hair stood out sharply against dark skin.”

MAG160: Jon: “Anyways, don’t tell me the phonebox down there doesn’t appeal to your retro aesthetic.” Martin: “It – might. Maybe.”

MAG163: Annabelle/the Web callying Martin via an old payphone: [ A PHONE RINGS. IT’S NOT THE TINNY, ELECTRONIC SOUND OF A CELLPHONE – NO, THIS IS A TRUE, HEAVY, CLASSIC RING.] Martin: “Uh. John? Uh, J, John – the, uh, payphone that’s – here, for some reason – it’s ringing?”

Hatred of burns:

MAG067: Jack Barnabas’ statement: “I looked up and noticed within the corner of the room, where there had been a spider’s web this morning, there was just a faint wisp of smoke.” “Another held a bag that seemed to be full of candles, while a third had a clear plastic container filled with hundreds of tiny spiders.”

MAG139: Statement by member of Cult of the Lightless Flame: “The Mother of Puppets has always suffered at our hand; all the manipulation and subtle venom in the world means nothing against a pure and unrestrained force of destruction and ruin.” Agnes burned down Hilltop Road.

MAG145: The Web ties Gertrude to Agnes, stopping the Desolation’s ritual (the only Power whose ritual the Web is known to have prevented).

MAG167: Gertrude enlists Agnes’/the Desolation’s help in order to burn her assistant Emma, who was Web aligned.

MAG169: Martin: "Look, I just – don’t want to get burned, all right? It’s, it’s like my least favorite pain ever. [...] I, I legitimately hate burns, alright? They’re, they’re awful, and they scar horribly, and they just – it – it just makes me sick; I, I hate it. Hate it!"

Phrasing:

MAG039: Martin: "I’m trapped here. It’s like I can’t… move on and the more I struggle, the more I’m stuck. [...] It's just that whatever web these statements have caught you in, well, I’m there too. We all are, I think."

MAG079: Martin's poem: "The threads of people walking, living, lovi–"

MAG117: Martin: "This last couple of years, I’ve always been running, always hiding, caught in someone else’s trap, but, but now it’s my trap, and, well, I think it’ll work. I know, I know it’s not exactly intricate, but it felt good leaving my own little web. Oh, oh, Christ, I hope John doesn’t actually listen to these. “Good lord, is Martin becoming some sort of spider person?” No, John, it’s an expression, chill out! Besides, spiders are fine. I mean, yes, people are scared of them, obviously, but actual spiders, they just want to help you out with flies."

MAG167: Jon: “Methinks the Spider dost protest too much.” Martin: “Jon –” Jon: “Joking! Just joking.”

Personality:

How applicable these are depends heavily on how you interpret Martin's own personality, so your mileage may vary.

MAG008: Statement: “Nobody ever said a word against Raymond himself, though, who was by all accounts a kind and gentle soul [...]”

MAG123: Jon: "The Web does seem to have a preference for those who prefer not to assert themselves."

MAG147: Annabelles statement: "I discovered a deep and enduring talent inside myself for lying. [...] My manipulations were not intricate, but they were far beyond what was expected of a child my age, and I have always believed that the key to manipulating people is to ensure that they always under- or overestimate you. Never reveal your true abilities or plans."

Word of God and Annabelle

I kinda wanted to ‘prove’ that Web!Martin had quite a bit of evidence to back it up, hence this header being last. But of course, in this post-canon world, there are a few lines that most obviously confirm the theory:

MAG197: Martin is Web enough to be able to read the 'vibrations', like Annabelle, and see Jon and Basira (the latter being especially notable, as he hadn't known she was there beforehand): [CHITTERING, BUZZING AND HIGH-PITCHED SQUEALS CHANGE CADENCE] Martin: "Wait… Wait, hang on, is that him?" Annabelle: "Yes. I guess you’re better with the Web than we thought." Martin: "And – Wait, ha– No, uh… is that… Basira? He – He’s got Basira with him!" Annabelle: "Yes."

Season 5 Q&A part 2: Jonny: “Essentially, it was fascinating looking at the fandom and, like, the Web!Martin believers, because what they were doing was correctly picking up on hints dropped in the early seasons that were later, like, not exactly abandoned, but it was much more like, ‘Well, no, he does have like aspects of The Web to him, but he is moreover The Lonely.’ And that came about very… very organically, really. Because throughout Season 3 and going into Season 4, we had this conversation and we were like, ‘No, actually he's like-” Alex: “‘It can't be, it cannot be, it must be the other way round’ Yeah.”

(Note that they say “throughout season 3 and going into season 4,” which likely means that season 1, season 2, and at least part of season 3, aka half of the entire show, were written with Web!Martin as an intentional possibility.)

If you read all that, thanks so much! Obviously, Web!Martin never really came to fruition, so it's fine if you still don't like it. This is just a post explaining where it was coming from, at least for me and the other theorists I've spoken to.

#the magnus archives #magnus archives #tma #tma s5 #web!martin #web martin #webmartin #or as jonny called it:#spider!martin #tma theory #tma meta #martin blackwood #martin k blackwood #martin #tma martin #magnuspod #i feel like i say this every time too but #when i say martin lies a lot i dont mean that #in comparison to 'normal people'#i mean that in canon he gets specifically mentioned to lie; at a higher rate than the other protagonists #ditto for everything else. im not speaking about real life people who might have these traits. im doing a media analysis #my own real life bedroom curtains being blue dont mean im depressed but in media sometimes aesthetic themes can be deeper signifiers #and tma especially has some very strong aesthetic themes #ok i think im done talking now. webmartin theories always get me rambling #EDIT: oops i changed a part on mobile and now the formatting is a bit fucked #ill fix it back tomorrow #if anyone cares #EDIT EDIT: ok fixed it

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Could we get some jealous Laszlo please?? Xx

This for if you were not dating, if you would like to see one of him jealous while you two are dating just say!

- Laszlo was always more reserved, held back, emotionally repressed due to past traumas. He understood this and yet for an Alienist who was supposed to help solve these things, he had rather a hard job with himself

- His fondness for you had grown over time, he admired your kindness towards the children at the institute, the courage you had to stand up to the captain of the police, the bravery of helping with the case. With everything you did he grew to love you more and more and that's what hurt him more

- Laszlo was a man of insecurities. He had always hated his arm, but more so these days as he thought over all the things he could never give you, be for you because of it. He'd hit his arm in anger, slamming it against things to take his anger out at how he could never be with you

- But still, his mind would wander to the what if's, what if there was a chance for you two, what if you didn't mind about his arm, that you could see past it. Though he knew it was foolish he clung to these hopes in desperation, in delusion. This is why what happened next made it even harder for him.

- It was a dance that everyone had been invited to. Laszlo turned up on his own, as he was accustomed to. There he found Sara also on her own. There was polite conversation between the two of them, a mutual understanding that they both preferred not to be there, but the shock quickly swept them up as you walked into the ball, arm in arm with John

- Pain swept over Laszlo as he could see the sweet smile that graced your lips as you looked at John, the way John stared adoringly back down at you. He led you to the floor for the first dance, his hand resting against your waist. Such an intimate display Laszlo viewed it.

- Anger surged in him as he saw how carelessly John handled you, how his hands would run down your back, settle on your arm. John was his best friend but at that moment he wanted nothing more than to challenge him to a duel for your affections.

- Laszlo knew John's relationships with prostitutes and though he wasn't one to judge at that moment all he could think was of how John was so undeserving of you. But Laszlo could recognise where all his angry thoughts were coming from.

- As he watched you he felt the bitterness creep in. He could see how happy you were dancing, being held in John's arms as he moved you around the room while Laszlo knew because of his arm you could never truly experience that with him. 'Why would you want to be with a cripple like him'

- After the first dance, you and John left the floor to greet aquaintances. Laszlo had an obligation to be therefore a certain amount of time, and so he spent that time trying to avoid running into you and John as you searched the room for him

- Eventually, you two find him and he is forced to put on a fake smile, which fades in a matter of seconds. His eyes can't help but fall down to the arm John has wrapped around your waist, a scowl appearing on his lips. His answers would be curt and short, something both you and John pick up on. Before either of you get a chance to ask him about it though he is able to excuse himself and leave the situation. Not long after that, he leaves the dance, walking out into the coldness to get Cryus to take him back home

- At home is where you find him, already on his second glass of whiskey, trying to drown out the feelings of anger inside him. He wasn't one who usually found comfort in a bottle but that's what someone like you drew him to.

- As you call out to him he feels the anger and sadness fill up his heart again. Turning around he regards you with a stoic expression, trying his best to not let his emotions get to him, to continue to be the stone-cold hard doctor most believed him to be

- You asked him again and again what was the matter, what was upsetting him. You wouldn't take the short answers he was giving as a proper answer. There was something else and he was your friend, you needed to know.

- He walks around his living room till finally, it snaps. Shoving the pieces of paper on the floor he glares at you, the pain evident in his eyes as he breathed heavily.

- 'Because I couldn't bear to see you being paraded around in the arms of him, seeing how happy you were dancing him knowing I could never experience the same thing. I couldn't bear to see you caring for another man, my best friend when I have cared for you for so long.'

- You were stunned at his sudden confession, dumbstruck as he charges around the room, tensed up, ready to break something to let go of his anger

- What he had last expected was for you to reach out to him, to place your hand on his face, instantly calming him down, 'oh Laszlo' you whisper to him as you lean in to kiss him as much as you had been wanting to all this time along.

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Bad Boy-John Shelby x Reader

(GIF credit to @markshade)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi do you think u can do a John Shelby imagine where they are dating and y/n is a good innocent girl but freaky with John and her parents want to Him over for dinner John wants to piss off her dad cause he’s not a fan of the blinders and does subtle things to annoy him like touching y/n at the end of the night when they are saying goodbye at his car they have a heated make out sesh and John knows her dad is looking through the window so spices it up a bit . ❤️’

Characters: John Shelby x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Smut from the start (unsafe sex!), dirty talk, swearing, arguing, mentions of violence and death, fluff

(A/N: Amelia and Henry are made up characters)

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I clamped my hand over my mouth tightly, struggling to keep in the whimpers and moans as John continuously thrusted into me. However, the boxes I was perched on were full of bottles of beer, causing them to clang against each other.We were in the stock room of the Garrison, luckily having the music, singing and loud chatter drowning out the noise we were creating. John’s hands gripped at the skin around my hips, that cocky smirk on his face that I loved so much. For some reason, an idea popped into my head, and in the state of euphoria I was in just made me say it out loud.

“John...” was all I managed to breath out at first.

“Fuck, I love it when you say my name. Say it again.” he instructed.

“I want you to meet my parents.”

He suddenly stopped, making me realise it wasn’t the best time to bring that up.“You what?”

We were both heavily breathing.“Sorry, I don’t know why I said that just then.”

He scoffed, sighing as he slid out of me.“Well, that’s finished with.”

“I’m sorry! They want to meet you. They know who you are, but they want to try and treat this like they did with my sister.”

“You sure you want that? Remember what you told me when they first found out about us?”

I rolled my eyes, hitching up my stocking as he did up his trousers.“It was their idea, not mine.”

“You don’t want me meeting them?”

“Of course I do, I just-” I caught him trying to hide a laugh, he was winding me up.“You’re such a little shit.”

He stood in between my legs again, hands on my thighs before I could push my skirt down.“Well, if I have been summoned by the Lord (Y/L/N)-”

“Oh my god,” I threw my head back as I laughed in frustration,“would you stop calling him that! I’m the same class as you.”

“What have I always said?”

I shrugged my shoulders, but knew what he was referring to.

“You were always meant to be a fucking princess, Princess (Y/N) of Birmingham.”

I laughed at him.“Oh shut up! Are you coming to dinner or not?”

“If you ask me nicely.”

“And how do I do that?”

“By finishing what we started.”

John and I had been together for a few months now, much to my parents dismay. It had started as a drunk one night stand; we were both at the Garrison, and seemingly chose each other for the night. However, when you’re young, poor and living in Small Heath, there aren’t a lot of places to go out, so me and my friends went to the Garrison all the time. This meant I also saw John again....and again....and again, and again. We slept we each other maybe three more times before wondering if this could become a thing; from there onwards, we found out more about each other, and he brought out a side of me I had been hiding, also wanting to release.

On the day of the dinner, I wanted to see John before he arrived. I lied to my mum, saying we had no bread (which I had hidden away), and practically running out of the house to ‘buy’ some. I told John what time to be at mine, also lying to make him leave earlier so I could meet him halfway. In the bakery, I threw the money onto the counter after picking up a loaf of bread, speedily walking away as I prayed I would run into John. Luck was on my side as I spotted him, already heading in the direction of my home.

“John!” I shouted, the whole street now looking at me as I sprinted past them.

He whipped around at the noise, hand hovering over where his gun would be. When he saw me, he didn’t relax, wondering why I was yelling his name and running like a mad man.

“I’m so glad I caught you.” I struggled to say, out of breath.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he panicked.

“No, no I’m fine. I’m a terrible runner though.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Bread.” I said, holding up the loaf as evidence.“And also, to see you.”

“I was just leaving.”

“Yes, I can see that. I just wanted to go over some rules.”

“Rules? Oh come on (Y/N)-”

“No, listen to me.” I held up the bread instead of pointing my finger at him.“I love you. I always take your side for everything. We both know my parents don’t like this, but seeing as I am a grown woman, they don’t do anything to stop me. So just for today, we’re going to abide to their rules.”

He rolled his eyes.“Right, so I’ve got to be the uptight prat that your parents want you to be with?”

“They know what you’re like already, and even if they didn’t, they would be able to see through that act. Just let my dad be my dad.”

“If he says something fucking offensive, I’m not going to stay quiet!”

“Fine, then be political about it. Don’t shout at each other, try to make small talk, but no talking about guns, violence, killing-”

“Alright, are you going to go?”

“Sorry. I just want this to be easy. I hate seeing you stressed. I love you.”

He held my hand, starting to walk.“Yeah, yeah. Come on, I’ve got the car parked up in the garage.”

I hated that he hadn’t sent it back, but I understood why he was being like this. I was making him be someone he wasn’t. I loved John as a person, however, I couldn’t be dealing with a screaming match between him and my family.

“John, I do love you.” I said after a few minutes of walking.

“I know. I love you too.” he eventually smiled.“Just want you all to myself now, you know? We wouldn’t have to be dealing with this.”

“Soon darling. We’ll get that house soon enough. Oh, I’ve just remembered something else!”

“Rule number...I’ve lost count, maybe one hundred?”

“No inappropriate stuff. No touching, kissing, being sneaky, nothing!”

“That’s going to be incredibly hard. Especially with that dress.”

Once we made it to my house, I gave him a quick kiss on the lips before getting out of the car. Opening the front door. I called out to my parents, hearing them reply from the front room. I told John to remove his coat whilst I rushed into the kitchen with the bread, carelessly chucking it on the side before getting back to him. I saw a hint of nerves in his eyes, though his pride covered it. Taking his hand in mine, I guided us to my family, surprised to see who was sitting with them.

“Amelia? What are you doing here? And with Henry?” I asked.

“Well, Henry would happen to be here with me because he’s my husband. I’m sure you remember being at the wedding.” she quipped.

“I don’t remember the boring days of my life. Not worth it.”

“(Y/N).” mum warned.

“Anyway,” I looked up at John,“I would like you to all meet John Shelby. We’ve been seeing each other for quite some time and-”

“We know who he is.” dad sighed, not even bothering to stand from his seat.

“You’re the ones who invited him over. It would be nice of you to greet him properly.”

Dad stood slowly, making his way towards us, making me think he was getting up to shake John’s hand. Instead he just stopped, not looking either of us in the eye.

“I need a drink.”

He broke us apart by walking through us, mum timidly following. I felt like swearing and screaming. It was their idea. They wanted to meet him but then they were being like this. I sent an apologetic smile to John as we sat down.

“So,” I thought I would try and make conversation,“John, this is my sister Amelia and her husband Henry. She used to live here but she moved away a few years ago.”

“Had to find a better area, you know? Safer for the children we were planning for.” Amelia smugly smiled.

“Such a saint is my sister.”

“It’s like Mary and Joseph.” John chuckled, causing me to laugh.

“Well that would make you Judas and...and whoever he was with then, wouldn’t it?” Amelia desperately tried.

“Nice one Amelia. Don’t think too hard next time, yeah?”

Before she could snap back, mum called us to the dinner table. I realised we would all be squashed around it, seeing as only four people could usually fit there. I made sure John was sat beside me, Amelia and Henry opposite us and my parents at either head of the table. Our knees were almost touching we were that close. Dinner started silent, everyone tucking into the small meal. We were poor, we never had a lot to eat; which was why I was surprised that Amelia was here, there were now three more mouths to feed, not just John. But I knew why she was really here. Amelia had done what our parents wanted, found a good man who could provide her with the bare necessities and keep her out of trouble. They wanted me to reflect on who I was in love with, try to change my mind. Wasn’t going to happen.

“So what is it you actually do?” Henry asked. I was unsure if it was supposed to be malicious or whether he was actually curious.

“Work in the betting shop.” John answered.

“Yeah, but, you know, on the side.”

“Henry, we don’t want to get involved.” Amelia scolded him.

“Just because you’ve graced me with your presence, that doesn’t mean you’re on some sort of hit list.”

“No, but my sister is.”

“Amelia, shut up.” I snapped.

“No, she’s right.” John said, causing me to whip my head round to him. He went against my instructions, placing his hand on my thigh.“But I wouldn’t let anyone hurt my girl. They would be dead before they even thought about it.”

Although I had told him to not talk of such things or stoop to my families level, my heart melted at the (somewhat morbid) statement.

“Am I hearing this right?” mum laughed, but their was no humour behind it.

“Mum, try to not get upset.” Amelia held her hand.

Now it was my turn to laugh.“Oh my god.” Everyone looked at me, John was smirking whilst the others were frowning.“You’re such a hypocrite.”

“What?”

“You were sneaking out all the time, seeing different boys every weekend. What makes you so much better than me?”

“I’m not with a criminal.”

“All of you stop it!” dad exclaimed, slamming his fist down on the table.“And get your fucking hand off my daughter.”

Amelia tutted.“Henry would never-”

“You and Henry were fucking upstairs before dinner when he came round the first time!” I butted in.

“Sounds like a good time to me.” John mumbled under his breath.

“How dare you?!” mum was shocked.

“I knew this was a stupid idea. Get out, now!”

“With pleasure.” John stood, grabbing my hand.

I quickly left with him, grabbing the key off the counter and locking the door behind me. It made me laugh hearing their shouts of protest and banging on the door. We rushed to the car, scared that they would somehow break down the door. John leaned me back against it, hands sliding down the side of my body and gripping my arse. He knew what he was doing, especially since my family now had their faces pressed against the window.

“Well, that was...quick.” I giggled.

“Yeah, you’re not used to that.” John joked.

“You have to make it all about sex, don’t you?”

“(Y/N), I don’t give a fuck about what they think, and neither do you. As soon as I get this bit of business sorted with Tom and Arthur, I’m buying that house and you are moving in with me. Then we’ll get married straight away-”

“I hope this isn’t your proposal.”

“Don’t you worry, I’ve got something big planned for that.”

He leaned down to kiss me, gripping onto my arse firmly. As he deepened the kiss, adding tongues, he forced his knee between my legs, and I subconsciously started rubbing against it, only subtly. I made sure he stayed close by pulling him in by his coat. The neighbours would surely be watching, it was a small street, which would drive my parents insane. This only fuelled something in me, and I wanted to keep going.

“I suggest we take this somewhere more private. Like, right now.” John breathlessly said.

I frantically nodded, and we both headed for opposite sides of the car, until I saw I still had the key in my hand. Hurriedly making my way back to the door, I ignored my family who had now managed to open the windows, screaming at me as I posted the key through the letter box. Running as fast as I could back to the car, I felt the adrenaline rush through me, giggling like a maniac at the thought of my parents catching me. Slamming the door shut as I jumped in the car, John floored it, and we looked like we escaped from an insane asylum as we laughed.

I stuck my head out of the car and screamed,“I fucking love you John Shelby!”

He pulled me back in by my dress, squeezing my thigh once I sat down.“I love you too, you fucking maniac.”

“I don’t think I’ll be allowed back there, you know.”

“Good thing you’re staying with me then.”

“You sure you’re ready for all of this?”

“I’ve been ready since I laid eyes on your face...and those tits, and that arse-”

“You make it seem like you’re only in it for my body.”

“Nah, that’s the ultimate bonus though. I already said it, but once you’re with me, I protect you and love you. You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine. Make sure to do your coat up before you get out the car, it’s a bit obvious down there.”

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hamliet · 3 years

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Unless a Grain of Wheat Falls and It Dies...

Or, why I am pretty optimistic about the fates of Jean, Connie, Gabi, and all titanized people this chapter, which is also an excuse for me to talk about SnK’s allusions to Russian literature.

There are strikingly parallel ideas The Brothers Karamazov and Attack on Titan, as well as parallel plot points and imagery to the point where if it isn’t deliberate, it’s uncanny. (NB: before people yell at me about comparing a Japanese and Russian work, Isayama has used Russian names since the start of SnK--Shiganshina is a Russian name.) In particular, there are narrative allusions to a portion of the novel known as “The Grand Inquisitor,” which is a short story within a novel. The central thesis of “The Grand Inquisitor” is as follows:

nothing has ever been more insupportable for a man and a human society than freedom.

This parable is told within the story by Ivan Karamazov, a character whose intellectuality is his gift and his curse. He tells his brother Alyosha that the motivation for creating this parable is precisely the evils done to children (oh look, a major SnK theme) and specifically cites an example which was unfortunately taken from real life in Russia and which Isayama has an uncanny parallel:

I want to see with my own eyes the hind lie down with the lion and the victim rise up and embrace his murderer. I want to be there when every one suddenly understands what it has all been for. All the religions of the world are built on this longing, and I am a believer. But then there are the children, and what am I to do about them? That's a question I can't answer... If all must suffer to pay for the eternal harmony, what have children to do with it, tell me, please? ... if it is really true that they must share responsibility for all their fathers' crimes, such a truth is not of this world and is beyond my comprehension. Some jester will say, perhaps, that the child would have grown up and have sinned, but you see he didn't grow up, he was torn to pieces by the dogs, at eight years old...

... How are you going to atone for them? Is it possible? ... What do I care for a hell for oppressors? What good can hell do, since those children have already been tortured? ... I want to forgive. I want to embrace. I don't want more suffering. And if the sufferings of children go to swell the sum of sufferings which was necessary to pay for truth, then I protest that the truth is not worth such a price. ... too high a price is asked for harmony; it's beyond our means to pay so much to enter on it... It's not God that I don't accept, Alyosha, only I most respectfully return Him the ticket.”

The actual parable of “The Grand Inquisitor” is Ivan’s answer to Alyosha’s question about Ivan’s lines above. Ivan tells a story about how freedom is actually what dooms humanity: it is the curse. (Alyosha does not believe this.) Jesus comes back to earth and is promptly arrested, because his existence and return threaten the wellbeing of society. To be happy, one cannot be free, but one or two strong people in society should be free and bear the burden for everyone else (you can see the parallels to King Fritz/the Reisses).

Nothing is more seductive for man than his freedom of conscience, but nothing is a greater cause of suffering... all his life he loved humanity, and suddenly his eyes were opened, and he saw that it is no great moral blessedness to attain perfection and freedom, if at the same time one gains the conviction that millions of God's creatures have been created as a mockery, that they will never be capable of using their freedom...

This is SnK’s thesis: to be free, there will be suffering. It is part of human nature, and yet to not have it is to be lost. But SnK, despite its explorations of human darkness and monstrosity, has a higher view of humanity than does Ivan. SnK’s view is more alongside Alyosha’s, who says what is honestly the truth about not just the Reisses, but Eren now:

"Who are these keepers of the mystery who have taken some curse upon themselves for the happiness of mankind? .... It's simple lust of power, of filthy earthly gain, of domination—something like a universal serfdom with them as masters—that's all they stand for.”

Mikasa is akin to the Christ figure in the story, akin to Alyosha: Christ is constantly asked to speak, asked to act, and he does not until the very last moment, when he kisses the Grand Inquisitor on the lips. After the story is over, Alyosha then does likewise to Ivan.

Not to mention when Alyosha worries about Ivan’s mental state, he then answers with this:

“Listen, Alyosha,” Ivan began in a resolute voice, “if I am really able to care for the sticky little leaves I shall only love them, remembering you. It's enough for me that you are somewhere here, and I shan't lose my desire for life yet.”

A simple leaf can save a life. A leaf can save the world. A leaf, grown from a tree that started as a seed falling to the ground, dead, only to grow life from that death. Alyosha himself notes SnK’s central thesis of chapter 137 in the (very long) novel’s final pages:

...some good, sacred memory, preserved from childhood, is perhaps the best education. If a man carries many such memories with him into life, he is safe to the end of his days, and if one has only one good memory left in one's heart, even that may sometime be the means of saving us.

There’s a lot more to this, but this is the epigraph to The Brothers Karamazov, the central thesis of the entire novel:

"Verily, verily, I say unto you, except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit." -John 12:24

Suffering can grow great fruit in an individual life, and by giving something up, by even death, something beautiful can come. Through cruelty, you can find life.

This is not just a long-running theme in SnK, but a pattern in its plot. Often those who surrender then receive exactly what they had surrendered (but admittedly, not always, like Erwin).

Mikasa accepted Eren’s loss, and got him back.

Mikasa let Armin go, and got him back.

Falco gave up hope of survival, and got another chance:

Hange was going to die alone, feeling guilty for having failed her comrades, but saw everyone again, and they told her well done:

Historia gave up being free, but now we know she will be.

Levi gave up on his revenge, and then got it. Annie thought she would never see her dad again, but she did. For Mikasa, accepting that she has to kill the boy she loves coincides not just with her acceptance of her love, but with the acceptance and knowledge that he loves her:

It always comes with sacrifice, increasingly hard sacrifice, but usually the seeds that are dropped grow and bloom.

This chapter, everyone surrendered their hearts. They let their dreams fall to the ground, and I honestly think the story will allow it to plant life. Yes, the world as a whole is saved and that is enough to make thematic sense, but it works even better if the very people who were titanized this chapter also bloom again. They chose to trust Mikasa, Levi, Falco, and Pieck to finish the task.

The characters giving up their lives only to get them back make sense, and give Mikasa’s sacrifice of Eren. For Mikasa, Eren was her world, and she gave it up when she had lost everyone else. She had nothing left, and she still did it. I would hope she’d be narratively rewarded beyond just the world being saved, because Mikasa has always been motivated by her personal relationships.

Moving on from Mikasa: Connie’s mom has been kept alive and the concept of turning mindless titans back to humans was already brought up specifically in relation to her:

Connie giving up on his mother a dozenish chapters ago only to get her back now--not through sacrificing a child, but through saving the entire world--would fit the themes and patterns of SnK.

Thirdly, Gabi should not die. She’s Eren with positive development, and cannot meet the same end. Even people who are skeptical of every titan being saved seem to agree that she’ll be fine. It’s possible she’s the only one saved, but imo, not likely.

See, the only shifter characters who are going to have the option of self-sacrifice are Falco and maaaaaybe Armin. The others look like they’re about to die right here and now, never mind choosing someone to save: the mindless titans are ripping at their napes. Armin also looks to be in bad shape.

Yet Armin cannot narratively commit suicide; two chapters ago he was still screaming at himself for being useless and thinking he would be better off dead. He’s already tried the heroic sacrifice, too, so why would it work this time around? It does not work for his arc. Falco dying for Gabi was the plan without any freedom from the titan curse; it’s more powerful if ending the curse changes things, rather than forcing him to make the same choice that Reiner has always been trying to make: a heroic suicide. It could happen; it’s just not as narratively strong.

As for whether the worldbuilding rules, we know that mindless titans are not truly dead nor entirely mindless; they just don’t have freedom. Ymir’s case of getting herself back after decades shows that they aren’t quite dead or absorbed. They still have consciousness that can be awoken; Ymir described it as being in a long “nightmare.” Dina still went looking for Grisha. Connie’s mom remembered and recognized Connie, telling him “welcome home.” There is plenty of evidence that there are parts of these people that are still in there even if they are forced to become monsters (oh hey, it’s an Eren parallel; he was conscious of it and had choices while mindless titans do not, but the parallel remains).

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nellygwyn · 4 years

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I thought I would share some portraits/info about notable black men and women who worked and lived in Georgian Britain. This is not an extensive list by any means, and for some figures, portraits are unavailable:

1. Olaudah Equiano (1745-1797) was a writer, abolitionist and former slave. Born into what would become southern Nigeria, he was initially sold into slavery and taken to the Caribbean as a child, but would be sold at least twice more before he bought his freedom in 1766. He decided to settle in London and became involved in the British abolitionist movement in the 1780s. His first-hand account of the horrors of slavery 'The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano' was published in 1789 and it really drove home the horrors of slavery to the general British public. He also worked tirelessly to support freed slaves like himself who experienced racism and inequality living in Britain's cities. He was a leading member of the Sons of Africa, an abolitionist group, whose members were primarily freed black men (the Sons of Africa has been called the first black political organisation in British history). He married an English woman, Susannah, and when he died in 1797, he left his fortune of roughly £73,000 to his daughter, Joanna. Equiano's World is a great online resource for those interested in his life, his work, and his writings.

2. Ignatius Sancho (1729-1780) was a bit of a jack-of-all-trades (he's described as an actor, composer, writer, abolitionist, man-of-letters, and socialite - truly the perfect 18th century gentleman). He was born in the Middle Passage on a slave ship. His mother died not long after they arrived in Venezuela and his father apparently took his own life rather than become a slave. Sancho's owner gave the boy to three sisters living in London c. 1730s (presumably as a sort of pet/servant) but whilst living with them, his wit and intellect impressed the 2nd Duke of Montagu who decided to finance his education. This was the start of Sancho's literary and intellectual career and his association with the elite of London society saw him ascend. He struck up a correspondence with the writer, Laurence Sterne, in the 1760s: Sancho wrote to press Sterne to throw his intellecrual weight behind the cause of abolition. He became active in the early British abolitionist movement and be counted many well-known Georgians amongst his acquaintance. He was also the first black man known to have voted in a British election. He married a West Indian woman and in 1774, opened a grocer's shop in London, that attempted to sell goods that were not produced by slave labour. Despite his popularity in Georgian society, he still recounts many instances of racist abuse he faced on the streets of London in his diaries. He reflected that, although Britain was undoubtedly his home and he had done a lot for the country, he was 'only a lodger and hardly that' in London. His letters, which include discussions of domestic subjects as well as political issues, can be read here.

3. Francis 'Frank' Barber (1742-1801) was born a slave on a sugar plantation in Jamaica. His owner, Richard Bathurst, brought Frank to England when Frank turned 15 and decided to send him to school. The Bathursts knew the writer, Samuel Johnson, and this is how Barber and the famous writer first met (Barber briefly worked as Johnson's valet and found him an outspoken opponent of the slave trade). Richard Bathurst gave Frank his freedom when he died and Frank immediately signed up for the navy (where he apparently developed a taste for smoking pipes). In 1760, he returned permanently to England and decided to work as Samuel Johnson's servant. Johnson paid for Frank to have an expensive education and this meant Frank was able to help Johnson revise his most famous work, 'Dictionary of the English Language.' When Johnson died in 1784, he made Frank his residual heir, bequeathing him around £9000 a year (for which Johnson was criticised in the press - it was thought to be far too much), an expensive gold watch, and most of Johnson's books and papers. Johnson also encouraged Frank to move to Lichfield (where Johnson had been born) after he died: Frank duly did this and opened a draper's shop and a school with his new wife. There, he spent his time 'in fishing, cultivating a few potatoes, and a little reading' until his death in 1801. His descendants still live at a farm in Litchfield today. A biography of Frank can be purchased here. Moreover, here is a plaque erected on the railings outside of Samuel Johnson's house in Gough Square, London, to commemorate Johnson and Barber's friendship.

4. Dido Elizabeth Belle (1764-1801) was born to Maria Belle, a slave living in the West Indies. Her father was Sir John Lindsay, a British naval officer. After Dido's mother's death, Sir John took Dido to England and left her in the care of his uncle, Lord Mansfield. Dido was raised by Lord Mansfield and his wife alongside her cousin, Elizabeth Murray (the two became as close as sisters) and was, more or less, a member of the family. Mansfield was unfortunately criticised for the care and love he evidently felt for his niece - she was educated in most of the accomplishments expected of a young lady at the time, and in later life, she would use this education to act as Lord Mansfield's literary assistant. Mansfield was Lord Chief Justice of England during this period and, in 1772, it was he who ruled that slavery had no precedent in common law in England and had never been authorised. This was a significant win for the abolitionists, and was brought about no doubt in part because of Mansfield's closeness with his great-niece. Before Mansfield died in 1793, he reiterated Dido's freedom (and her right to be free) in his will and made her an heiress by leaving her an annuity. Here is a link to purchase Paula Byrne's biography of Dido, as well as a link to the film about her life (starring Gugu Mbatha-Raw as Dido).

5. Ottobah Cugoano (1757-sometime after 1791) was born in present-day Ghana and sold into slavery at the age of thirteen. He worked on a plantation in Grenada until 1772, when he was purchased by a British merchant who took him to England, freed him, and paid for his education. Ottobah was employed as a servant by the artists Maria and Richard Cosway in 1784, and his intellect and charisma appealed to their high-society friends. Along with Olaudah Equiano, Ottobah was one of the leading members of the Sons of Africa and a staunch abolitionist. In 1786, he was able to rescue Henry Devane, a free black man living in London who had been kidnapped with the intention of being returned to slavery in the West Indies. In 1787, Ottobah wrote 'Thoughts And Sentiments On The Evil & Wicked Traffic Of The Slavery & Commerce Of The Human Species,' attacking slavery from a moral and Christian stand-point. It became a key text in the British abolition movement, and Ottobah sent a copy to many of England's most influential people. You can read the text here.

6. Ann Duck (1717-1744) was a sex worker, thief and highwaywoman. Her father, John Duck, was black and a teacher of swordmanship in Cheam, Surrey. He married a white woman, Ann Brough, in London c. 1717. One of Ann's brothers, John, was a crew-member of the ill-fated HMS Wager and was apparently sold into slavery after the ship wrecked off the coast of Chile on account of his race. Ann, meanwhile, would be arrested and brought to trial at least nineteen times over the course of her lifetime for various crimes, including petty theft and highway robbery. She was an established member of the Black Boy Alley Gang in Clerkenwell by 1742, and also quite frequently engaged in sex work. In 1744, she was given a guilty verdict at the Old Bailey after being arrested for a robbery: her trial probably wasn't fair as a man named John Forfar was paid off for assisting in her arrest and punishment. She was hanged at Tyburn in 1744. Some have argued that her race appears to have been irrelevant and she experienced no prejudice, but I am inclined to disagree. You can read the transcript of one of Ann Duck's trials (one that resulted in a Not Guilty verdict) here. Also worth noting that Ann Duck is the inspiration behind the character Violet Cross in the TV show 'Harlots.'

7. Bill Richmond (1763-1829) was a prize winning bare-knuckle boxer of the late 18th and early 19th century. He was born a slave in New York (then part of British America) but moved permanently to England in 1777 where he was most likely freed and received an education. His career as a boxer really took of in the early 19th century, and he took on all the prize fighters of the time, including Tom Cribb and the African American fighter, Tom Molineaux. Richmond was a sporting hero, as well as fashionable in his style and incredibly intelligent, making him something of a celebrity and a pseudo-gentleman in his time. He also opened a boxing academy and gave boxing lessons to gentlemen and aristocrats. He would ultimately settle in York to apprentice as a cabinet-maker. Unfortunately, in Yorkshire, he was subject to a lot of racism and insults based on the fact he had married a white woman. You can watch a Channel 4 documentary on Richmond here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

8. William Davidson (1781-1820) was the illegitimate son of the Attorney General of Jamaica and a slave woman. He was sent to Glasgow in Scotland to study law at the age of 14 and from this period until 1819, he moved around Britain and had a number of careers. Following the Peterloo Massacre in 1819, Davidson began to take a serious interest in radical politics, joining several societies in order to read radical and republican texts. He also became a Spencean (radical political group) through his friendship with Arthur Thistlewood and would quickly rise to become a leading member of the group. In 1820, a government provocateur tricked Davidson and other Spenceans, into being drawn into a plot to kill the Earl of Harrowby and other government cabinet officers as they dined at Harrowby's house on the 23rd February. This plot would become known as the Cato Street Conspiracy (named thus because Davidson and the other Spenceans hid in a hayloft in Cato Street whilst they waited to launch their plan). Unfortunately, this was a government set up and eleven men, including Davidson, were arrested and charged with treason. Davidson was one of five of the conspirators to not have his sentence commuted to transportation and was instead sentenced to death. He was hanged and beheaded outside of Newgate Prison in 1820. There is a book about the Cato Street Conspiracy here.

9. Ukawsaw Gronniosaw (1705-1775) was born in the Kingdom of Bornu, now in modern day Nigeria. As the favourite grandson of the king of Zaara, he was a prince. Unfortunately, at the age of 15, he was sold into slavery, passing first to a Dutch captain, then to an American, and then finally to a Calvinist minister named Theodorus Frelinghuysen living in New Jersey. Frelinghuysen educated Gronniosaw and would eventually free him on his deathbed but Gronniosaw later recounted that when he had pleaded with Frelinghuysen to let him return to his family in Bornu, Frelinghuysen refused. Gronniosaw also remembered that he had attempted suicide in his depression. After being freed, Gronniosaw set his sights on travelling to Britain, mainly to meet others who shared his new-found Christian faith. He enlisted in the British army in the West Indies to raise money for his trip, and once he had obtained his discharge, he travelled to England, specifically Portsmouth. For most of his time in England, his financial situation was up and down and he would move from city to city depending on circumstances. He married an English weaver named Betty, and the pair were often helped out financially by Quakers. He began to write his life-story in early 1772 and it would be published later that year (under his adopted anglicised name, James Albert), the first ever work written by an African man to be published in Britain. It was an instant bestseller, no doubt contributing to a rising anti-slavery mood. He is buried in St Oswald's Church, Chester: his grave can still be visited today. His autobiography, A Narrative of the Most Remarkable Particulars in the Life of James Albert Ukawsaw Gronniosaw, an African Prince, as Related by Himself, can be read here.

10. Mary Prince (1788-sometime after 1833) was born into slavery in Bermuda. She was passed between several owners, all of whom very severely mistreated her. Her final owner, John Adams Wood, took Mary to England in 1828, after she requested to be able to travel as the family's servant. Mary knew that it was illegal to transport slaves out of England and thus refused to accompany Adams Wood and his family back to the West Indies. Her main issue, however, was that her husband was still in Antigua: if she returned, she would be back in enslavement, but if she did not, she might never see her husband again. She contacted the Anti-Slavery Society who attempted to help her in any way they could. They found her work (so she could support herself), tried tirelessly to convince Adams Wood to free her, and petitioned parliament to bring her husband to England. Mary successfully remained in England but it is not known whether she was ever reunited with her husband. In 1831, Mary published The History of Mary Prince, an autobiographical account of her experiences as a slave and the first work written by a black woman to be published in England. Unlike other slave narratives, that had been popular and successful in stoking some anti-slavery sentiment, it is believed that Mary's narrative ultimately clinched the goal of convincing the general British population of the necessity of abolishing slavery. Liverpool's Museum of Slavery credits Mary as playing a crucial role in abolition. You can read her narrative here. It is an incredibly powerful read. Mary writes that hearing slavers talk about her and other men and women at a slave market in Bermuda 'felt like cayenne pepper into the fresh wounds of our hearts.'

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Guest Lecturer

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Reader gets Spencer riled up during class while he’s guest lecturing.

A/N: This is my 6th fic for my 750 follower celebration! This one kind of got away from me and I’ve been second guessing what I wrote all day lmao- I also imagine this as like season 9/10 Spencer. Thank you again to @spencers-dria who listens to all my rants about my writing AND gave me this idea. She’s amazing, everyone should go check out her fics.

Warnings: 18+, Established FWB relationship, Teasing in public, Spencer gets an untimely boner, Oral sex (M receiving), Unprotected sex, Degradation, Creampie

Main Masterlist Word count: 1.6k

“One of the earliest modern theories about criminology stated that criminals couldn’t help it—they were simply born that way. Cesare Lombroso came up with the theory, which he called “The Criminal Man,” in the late 19th century. Lombroso’s theory helped to unify criminal traits and identification (while also perhaps not paying enough attention to upbringing and environment as criminal factors).”

Whenever I invited Spencer to guest lecture in the criminology course I taught I got even more excited to do my job. The way he delivered every lecture sucked me in immediately, my full attention completely on him.

Today however, was different. The lecture I had invited him to do on the early history of the subject was material I had heard millions of times before as an educator. My mind was wandering more than usual and it had specifically wandered to observing how good Dr. Reid looked today. The two of us weren’t officially together, but all the late nights we both spent at each other’s apartments were not just to ‘hang out’.

I decided to tease him a little, to put my distracted mind to good use, after all he did something similar last week. I was sitting in the back of the relatively small lecture hall, but I knew of ways I could get Spencer’s eyes on me within an instant.

He was rambling on about the flaws in early criminology theories when I started to unbutton and shuck off my blazer. It was an innocent act that any wandering eyes of my students would not question, but the way I purposefully slightly traced over the edges of my bra was sure to get Spencer’s attention.

“S-sorrry class, I lost my train of thought.” I smirked as he stumbled over his words, he was so easy. He picked the lecture back up swiftly after that, though perhaps he was rambling a bit faster than before.

I was unsatisfied, so I continued on in my pursuit to make Spencer blush. I made a show of how I started to unbutton my blouse, but only the first two, I wasn’t trying to get fired here. The top two buttons, however small, served their purpose. When unbuttoned, they showed just enough of my chest that Spencer again started stuttering. My students were rather used to his stuttering, he’d often get talking so fast that he’d trip over his words and have to start the sentence over again. Knowing that in this case, his stuttering was for a different reason made my panties start to dampen.

My final tease towards the end of the lecture was to show him how turned on I was just from teasing him. I looked to make sure none of my students were just as distracted as I was and had wandering eyes before enacting the final stage of my revenge. I shifted to the side in my seat so my legs were facing halfway into the aisle, then uncrossing them which gave Spencer a good look at my panties. Maybe he would also be able to see the wet spot that had already begun to form, I was so glad I wore a skirt today.

His cheeks were starting to flush a deep red as he tried to casually shuffle behind the podium on the other side of the small stage where he finished the last bit of his lecture. I had no doubt he moved there in an attempt to hide his tightening slacks. I smirked again, mission accomplished.

After the end of his lecture I made my way up to the stage and dispersed my students. Once they had all asked their lingering questions to me and Spencer I turned to him and asked coyly, “Could we go talk in my office, Spencer?”

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“Sit down.” I commanded and motioned to my desk chair at the other side of the office. Spencer immediately followed my command, sitting down obediently on the chair with his hands laced together in front of him. “Why were you so distracted today Spencer?”

The flush that had been present earlier returned to his cheeks at my words before he started to stutter out, “You were t-teasing me during the lecture, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Well- you teased me last week did you not? After all, who was the poet that said- All is fair in love and war?” I asked while making my way to stand tall over where he was sitting in my chair.

“John Lyly.” He did not stutter this time when he answered my question, but the end of it rose in pitch when I started to get down on my knees. I may have been the one getting down on my knees, but there was no doubt who was the one in charge, me.

“You alright with me being a little rougher with my words today Spencer?” We had talked about rougher degradation before, he had even used harsh words on me before, though I still wanted to make sure that he was ok with it. Once he gave me the go ahead I only had one more thing to say to him before. Got started, “And, make sure to be quiet. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear how loud you are for me, would we?”

He nodded fast at my command, already so desperate for me to get started. I pulled his belt out of the loops then swiftly pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his hard length to me. I kissed my way up his length, following the already throbbing vein that ran up the side before taking him into my mouth. His hands pulled into fists as I started to bob my head vigorously, also making sure to hollow my cheeks. I then batted his hand away when it involuntarily came to rest on my hand, then grabbed both of his hands to hold them down on the seat of the chair. Then, while holding him down partially I took him as far down my throat as possible, slightly gagging on him. His hips squirmed a little and when I looked up through my lashes I could see him biting down hard on his bottom lip to contain his moans. My own wetness was making me just as desperate as him, I pulled off of him so I could have us both indulge. His hips jerked desperately towards my mouth searching out his release he so desperately wanted. At least he was silently complaining and didn’t break my no noises rule. I spoke with a bite in my tone as I stripped out of my own clothes, “Don’t complain, despite being a desperate little thing you have been good so far, I was going to let you cum inside.” I hovered my dripping pussy over his length, I needed an apology from him before I was to indulge myself.

“I’m sorry…” He whimpered. “Please, let me have you?”

“Since you seem so sorry I’ll let it slide.” I scoffed a little before allowing myself to sink down onto his length. I had to bite my own lip hard as I felt all the ridges of his cock while I slowly sunk down on him, he always filled me so perfectly. As I started to move on top of him slowly I reveled in the way he tried to move underneath me, but the way I sat above him in the desk chair had his hips pinned firmly down.

“What do you think everyone would say if they saw you underneath me? What would they say when they found out that their guest lecturer is such a little whore for their professor?” He mewled loudly at my degrading words, so loudly that I had to clamp your hand over his mouth. “I told you to be quiet, I guess since you’re incapable of following my directions all the way through, I’ll just have to keep my hand here.”

He mewled underneath my hand, not stopping himself from holding back his noises now that my hand was muffling them. I could tell he was getting close, so I sped up the rolling of my hips and increased how harshly I bounced on top of him.

“Cum with me.” I ordered just as I could feel my orgasm beginning to overtake me. Spencer happily took my orders, it only took two more thrusts for him to come apart. He greedily grabbed my hips and slammed me down all the way down onto his length, spilling himself as deep inside me as he could. I would’ve normally chastised him for his greediness, but I was too distracted by the devastating orgasm I was riding out to really care.

After we both rode out our highs I let Spencer bask in the warmth of me for a few minutes before I got up to dole out the aftercare. Aftercare was arguably my favorite part of being with Spencer. I enjoyed my post coital conversations with him immensely and he was also the best at cuddling.

“Do you think your students suspected anything?” The worry in his voice was evident as I cleaned up the evidence of our excursion.

“No I don't think so, and even if they did they wouldn’t say anything, we didn’t do anything that would get me fired.” I hummed and sat down on Spencer’s lap, enveloping him in my warmth. I ran my fingers through his hair loving the way his curls felt through my fingers, I was so glad I didn’t have any more classes I had to teach today. I spoke again, with a little more affection in my tone compared to our normal post coital bliss conversations,“You are my favorite guest lecturer.”

“I’m your favorite guest lecturer?”

I snickered a little bit before answering,“Did I never tell you? You’re actually my only one.”

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