#I just finished this absolute whirlwind of a series and you have no choice but to be subjected to my new and insatiable need to consume

[coffentyme]

YOU 🫵🧑 Do you have a minute to talk about our lords and saviours Trevor Belmont, Sypha Belnades, and Alucard (Adrian) Tepes? Good, this will take awhile.

#lemon talks #I just finished this absolute whirlwind of a series and you have no choice but to be subjected to my new and insatiable need to consume #I couldn’t have asked for a better ending #I mean yeah was it rushed and felt a little lack lustre sure #BUT #I’m far too attached to care #These jackasses walked into my screen and I couldn’t do anything to stop them #and now look at me #a mess #what a way to make me care about a childhood DS game I couldn’t defeat #castlevania #trevor belmont #sypha belnades #alucard tepes

[lciesdepravity]

Sold Out Series

Chaeyoung Arc Chapter 1-1: Thank you for your service A/N: Happy Last Day of NNN. To Celebrate, Here's Chae's fic. This might be a bit too depraved as I based it on my fave hentai. Enjoy.

"Wha-? What do you mean I got no choice?! This is ridiculous!"

"Sorry Chae. The decisions final. You know how the management is."

Manager unnie watched sympathetically as the young idol huffed and stomped petulantly in front of her.

It was rare for any of the girls to throw tantrums like this outright. It's just - with them being on an all time high in their career, the tension and stress inevitably piled up.

Which is why currently, Twice's Manager unnie is trying to patiently placate said idol.

"C'mon Chae. It'll be fine. The sooner we start, the earlier you'll finish. Besides... Its for a good cause anyway, right? You can make that your motivation today at least."

Another eye roll.

"*Huff* It's not like I don't want to do it. It's the fact that I gotta go alone. Ugh, whatever... Let's just go."

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Chaeyoung rubbed her sweaty palms together as she continuously fidgeted in the back seat. They've just entered the military complex.

From the car window, she could see the plain ass boring buildings and the continuous line of barracks stretching as far as the eye could see.

She gulped.

The sheer thought of having to entertain this many people today - alone no less, made her a panicking mess.

It didn't help that she was basically going in blind. All the company told her was that she was to go to a military fanmeet event to promote and uphold international friendship and alliances. Nothing more.

StupidJYP. Stupid military. Ugh, annoying!

Just then, she spotted a platoon of soldiers jogging along the barracks line. Their ripped, shirtless torsos gleamed against the harsh sun while their muscles flexed with every step. Sweat rolled off their pecs down to their toned abs, making Chae blush a crimson red hue.

Well... At least they've got some decent eye candy here...

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Everything was such fucking whirlwind when she arrived on the venue. There was a line of soldiers standing in attention as she was escorted out of her car and into the backstage. Before she knew it, she was already getting ready to come out and start the show.

Whiny bitch mode off... Professional idol mode - On.

"Salute! Annyeonghaseyo~! Twice Chaeyoung imnida!"

The roar of the crowd was deafening, even to the point of almost drowning out the music. The idol smiled shyly, her hands trembling a tad bit as she clutched the microphone.

"I'm so happy to be here with all of you. Thank you for coming out to see me tonight. I hope you enjoy the show!"

As the music starts, the deep chorus of the soldiers' voices reverberated across the entire hall, chanting her name with such fervor that made her blush. 

"Chaeyoung! Chaeyoung! Chaeyoung!"

She wasn't used to hearing such loud cheers. T'was usually Nayeon or Sana that got the loudest pops afterall.

Chaeyoung waved at the crowd in appreciation, even throwing a few winks and blowing a couple of kisses. She even threw in a few hot twerks and sexy body rolls here and there. Fanservice to the max. She was surprised to see that not everyone in the crowd was Korean. In fact, there were quite a lot of Americans in attendance as well. Black, white, asian, the whole lot of men were cheering and even dancing some of their choreos. It was kind of cute actually.

Ooohh~ so this is what they meant when they said something about promoting and upholding international friendship and shit. I see. Hmm, well at least my English is decent enough.

As the music started to simmer down, Chaeyoung takes a deep breath and bows, to the absolute rain of cheers and adoration from the audience. She was about to wave goodbye and start her final speech when suddenly, from the backstage, a stern figure had walked out.

Judging by the stars on his uniform - and from the way all the other soldiers  stood in attention as soon as he walked in, it's safe to assume that this man was the commander in charge of this camp.

She stepped back. His glare, his aura, the way he carried himself - it was all so intimidating.

What the fuck is this old man's deal? O god I didn't make a mistake again did I?

Nervously she shuffled back. To her surprise, the commander stretched his right hand out and greeted her warmly.

"Thank you for coming Ms. Son. We appreciate you making time for all of us here."

She breathed a sigh of relief as she shook his hand.

"*Whew* N-no sir, I-it was my pleasure. Thank you for having me. Please invite me over again next time." She flashed him her signature toothy cub smile.

The commander just looked at her confusedly. 

"What's the rush Ms. Son? We have you booked for until tomorrow night if I remember correctly."

It was Chaeyoung's turn to looked confused. Manager unnie didn't say anything about that tho?  I thought I was only here for a mini event?

The commander pulled out an Ipad, scrolling through his emails till he got to the right one. "Ah! Found it! This is the receipt." He opened the file and showed Chaeyoung the receipt from JYPE.

"For the price of $10M USD, JYPE officially assigns Ms. Son Chaeyoung to be the 'Cumdump for the day' for the Alliance event."

What the fuck?

"What do you mean 'Cumdump for the day'?! I'm a fucking idol for fucks sake! I will not be treated like some common whore to be passed around for some alliance event. Go to hell!"

In a fit of rage, Chaeyoung threw the Ipad hard onto the floor, breaking the glass. The old commander remained calm however. He just walks right up to Chaeyoung's ear and whispers:

"Your brother is currently serving his time with us, yes?"

Chaeyoung freezes. Her brother. Her dear little brother who got forced into the mandatory military service. Shit.

Seeing her reaction, the commander smirked as he continued: "Such a shame if anything were to happen to him... Just because his sister breached the terms of our contract... Right~?"

Evil. This man was truly evil. Chae looked at him in contempt, only for the commander to slap her right across her face.

*Smack!*

"Look at me like that again, and I'll kill your brother myself.  Now, either you become the submissive bitch we paid for... Or... Well~ You know what happens. The choice is yours Ms. Son."

Chaeyoung's shoulders dropped in defeat. Choice? What kind of choice is that? Of course I don't want my brother to die... But....

She felt tears building on the corners of her eyes. Unfortunately for her, he commander had no mercy.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and cupped her jaws harshly, making her look him in the eyes.

"This one's useless." He says, his voice gravelly as he scans her face. He looks to a nearby Private and signals him over.

"Call JYP and ask for a refund. Tell them their idol is not cooperating, and to send us another one. Maybe... Ask them for Mina instead. The soldiers would definitely be happy breaking that posh Japanese bitch."

The mention of Mina's name immediately brought Chaeyoung back to her senses. Immediately she stopped the soldiers.

"W-wait! Please, don't. I-I'll do it!"

Anything to protect her. Everything for her.

In an instant, she was on her knees, looking at the soldiers with desperate, pleading eyes. The commander smirked, gesturing to the private beside him.

"Have all the men line up behind me. Let's get started then."

Chaeyoung's eyes widened as all the soldiers scrambled to get in line, everyone excitedly taking off their clothes. A camera focused on her and transmitted the event on the big screen above for all of them to see.

She gulped. The men numbered in the low hundreds at least. She hoped she would survive.

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Her eyes were drawn towards the imposing figure of the commander, still fully clothed. His stern eyes looked at her expectantly, and she got the message.

With trembling hands, she undoes his belt and trousers, up until his semi erect cock popped out. Her eyes widen.

This is... Definitely not the cock of a middle aged man.

Whilst his cock stood at a decent length (5 inches at most), it's girth was wide and veiny.

She licked her lips as they parted, slowly darting out to kiss the slowly awakening cock head.

*Tsup*

It twitched. She moved her hands to jack him off but the commander slapped them away.

"No hands. Use those plump lips and talented tongue of yours." He demanded.

Fuck... My jaw's definitely gonna be sore after this...

With a hesitant nod, she darted her tongue, licking through the length of his cock as her lips form a tight seal around his bulbous cock head.

And then she starts bobbing.

"*Slurp* *slurp* Gulck Mmmph~"

His cock was so girthy she struggled to take it halfway. The further she takes him down her throat, the more she gags. She looks up at his stoic facade and panicked.

You can do this Chae. For your brother... And for Mina.

Inch by fucking inch, she takes him down her throat, gagging and choking on his thick dick all the way.

"Mmmph~ gawk mmmph..."

Finally, she feels her lips press down at the end of the commander's cock and feels some relief. Tears may be prickling the sides of her eyes, but she did it. She looked up at him with those cute eyes, begging for some sort of approval.

"Mmm~ fuck. Good girl... Do more." He says as he let out a shaky breath, his head thrown back in pleasure.

She smiles, finally getting a reaction from him. Eager to get this over with, she renews her blowjob with vigor.

In and out, in and out. She takes his cock in her wet hot mouth over and over again. Her lips seal around his head to intensify the pleasure, and soon enough he was grasping her hair.

"Fuck... Ms. Son. I'm gonna cum... ARGGH! Fucking take it!"

With a firm grip, he buries Chaeyoung's nose deep in his pubes as spurt after spurt he cums, his white hot spunk dumped straight down her fucking throat.

"Gulck Mmmppph!~" She slaps his thighs, begging for air but to no avail. He holds her down till he finishes.

Eventually he lets go, and Chaeyoung immediately gasps for air. Cum dripping down her throat as she nearly retches from all the cum.

Blegh! So much cum. *Ptoo* She spits.

*Smack!*

The commander slaps her once again.

"Ungrateful bitch! Don't let our cum go to waste. I want you to swallow each and every load deposited in that mouth of yours. Then, thank us for our service afterwards understand?!"

He feints to slap her once more and she recoils, nodding her head rapidly to avoid getting hit again.

"I-I'm sorry Sir! T-thank you for your service."

He withdraws his hand and buckles pants up once again.

"Good. Now, look in the camera and introduce yourselves to the soldiers once again. Tell them your role for the day."

Another nod.

"A-annyeonghaseyo. I-I'm Chaeyoung of Twice, a-and today, I'll be your cum toilet. P-please deposit your all cum in my mouth!"

...

...

The subsequent roar was deafening. The echoes of her name bounced all over the walls. The commander nodded to his men before fucks off to god knows where.

"Enjoy."

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The first soldier that stepped up was a young Korean man. Oh he was definitely her fan.

"C-chaeyoung-ah. I-I'm your biggest fan." He stutters as he fumbles his cock in her face.

She smiles at him and nods, although deep inside she cringes.

Tsk, never thought I'd be sucking off a fan. Well, at least his cock's small...

As she starts to suck him off, he caresses her face.

"F-fuck... Chae~ uhh~ I've fapped to your pics so many times. *Slurp* Uhh~ I've always fantasized about these dick sucking lips of yours sucking me off."

She mentally rolls her eyes, annoyed at him. Ugh, one of those creepy one eh?

Suddenly, his hips start thrusting erratically, and with one flick of her tongue, he cums.

"F-fuck I-I'm cumming. N-nooooo~" Pathetically, he cums, not even a minute into the blowjob.

Chaeyoung almost giggles as she licks her lips clean.

"Thank you for your service!" She says, waving at him tauntingly.

It continued like this for awhile. Man after man, blowing their loads in her mouth prematurely.

Hah! Is that it? They cum so easily! This is going to be easy!

"N-no! I can still go!" The last man protests, trying to make her suck him again. The other officers in charge however stopped him.

"There's a long line behind you son! You blew your chance. Now git!"

The man was stubborn as he struggles to move pass them. Suddenly, the next man in line lifts him up and throws him out.

"Move foo! Its mah turn. Let me show you how it's done."

Chaeyoung's draw drops as she sees the next man in line. His dark hulking figure towered over her as he walks. Confidently, he presents his big black cock to the young idol.

Holy shhit... That things gonna annihilate me.

His cock stood at a proud 11 inches, with a girth as wide as her forearm. Thick veins pulsed through its length, and his cock head was swollen. She gaped. No way this things gonna fit.

Taking advantage of her open mouth, he forced his cock in, immediately impaling her throat with his swollen cock head.

She smacked his thighs, begging for some semblance of control or mercy, but was given neither. The black man held the back of her head tight, and fucked her face like a goddamn Fleshlight.

"Gawk gawk gawk gawk mmmmppphhh!~" Sounds of her gagging and choking reverberated all over the hall, the extreme facefucking being broadcasted on the big screen overhead.

They all watch as Chaeyoung's tight little mouth gets impaled by this big black monster cock over and over again, her head being held like a fuckdoll.

Being facefucked so roughly is making her gag and choke so much that drool is seeping from the side of her mouth. Not to mention, with every thrust, his big balls slap against her chin, making her face one hell of a drooly mess.

"Gawk gulck gulck gawk"

...

Its been 10 minutes, and the fucker still hasn't cum. Chaeyoung's jaw was starting to hurt from the relentless facefucking when suddenly, he pushes her all the way down the base of his cock.

"I'm fucking cumming slut. Take it all!"

The outline of his cock bulges against her throat as it pulses, spurt after spurt of his thick gooey cum being deposited straight to her stomach.

For an entire minute he cums, holding her down all the while. She chokes, she gags, she slaps his thighs and tries to break free of his grip, to gasp for some well needed air, but his grip is ironclad.

Eventually, she resigns to her fate and falls limp, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as he continues cumming.

Finally, he lets go, and Chaeyoung violently gasps for air. She coughs and coughs, feeling some remnants of his cum stuck in her windpipe.

"Oy, where's my thanks bitch?" He postures to hit her.

"*Cough* *Cough* Ack-! T-thank you *Cough* for your service..."

Holy fuck, he fucked my face so hard. I hope the next one is....

Much to her dismay, the next one was just like him, big and black. Her eyes widen as she sees the line haven't really gone down much at all.

"Less staring, more sucking bitch. There's plenty more where that came from." Said the next guy as he steps forward.

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"Gawk gawk gawk gawk Ahhnn~ T-thank you for your service. *Tsup*"

As the 20th man walked away, Chaeyoung could feel the fatigue settling in. Her throat and jaw were hurting bad. Just then, an officer stepped up.

M-maybe he'll be giving me some rest?

Yeah cute. Haha.

All hopes of rest were dashed as the officer spoke.

"Alright you fucks listen up! This is taking too long. So, as per the commander's orders, we will split into two lines and spitroast the bitch!"

Chaeyoung blanched in horror as she sees the men cheer and separate into two distinct lines. She tries to protest.

"W-wait, that wasn't in the -"

*Smack!*

"Shut it bitch! Cumdumps are not to speak!"

The men tore her clothes apart and bent her over like a bitch. One white soldier with a big white cock stepped behind her, while one black cock smacked her face.

The white man held her by the arms, using it as handles as he drives deep into her cunt.

"W-wait please do - mmmphh!~" Before she could protest, the black man shoves his cock in her mouth.

They penetrate her in unison and she unexpectedly cums, not knowing they drugged their cocks with aphrodisiacs to make her wet.

After all, wet hot sweltering tight pussy is best pussy.

"Look at this bitch, cumming all over our cocks. Hah! Not so high and purdy now are ya darlin? Hey Ricky! Let's give it to her!" The black man grinned and nodded.

Chaeyoung was completely and utterly fucked.

She was pingponged like a ball, back and forth, back and forth they thrusted in perfect rhythm. All the while shes squirting like a bitch in heat.

"Plok plok plok plok" "Gawk gawk gawk gawk"

"T-thank you for your s-servi- gulck gulck gulck!"

She couldn't get the words fast enough as another soldier fucks her face. Man after man came, and man after man replaced each other to fuck her sloppy holes.

Her eyes were rolled all the way back to her head, her body shaking in overstimulation. Her arms and legs fell limp by her side as she was help up only by their cocks. Her entire body was caked in cum until eventually, she passes out.

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When she came to, she was still being used. The line was still a quarter remaining, her pussy was sore, her ass was sore, her jaw was sore.

"P-please. N-no more. Mercy..."

No. No mercy to be had here.

Each man came inside her, filling her up to the brim, and yet they still fucked her. Dollops of cum dripped out from all her holes and still they came.

It was late in the next afternoon when they finished, no man was left in the hall. They were all called to the daily exercises already. Center stage, Chaeyoung was a fucked out mess, lying a pool of cum. Her eyes were rolled up, her legs bowlegged and her pussy twitching. Her belly was swollen with cum and all her holes were gaped wide open. Over and over, like a mantra she repeated:

"T-thank you fow your shervish~"

The commander stood over her fucked out body, gesturing to his men.

"Get her fed and clean her up, this is only the beginning. Pay JYP for the contract extension." He says as he walks away.

"Oh... And pay them for Mina next."

Next Chapter: 1-2 Chaeyoung Arc; 2-for-1 Deal (TBC)

#twice smut #chaeyoung smut #twice chaeyoung smut

[ballet-symphonie]

Absolutely mandatory viewing - a truly spectacular DQ.

Highlights include:

0:00 Renata's stunning series of temps de flèche

2:57 Renata doing an assemblé so high that her head nearly goes outside of the camera frame

3:36 Act 1 Pas de trois, finishing with Kimin's signature consecutive double tours

4:14 Kitri's act I variation, complete with triple piqués en dehors and backbreaking leaps, all at whirlwind speed.

4:54 The superman Kimin, with one arm press lifts to both sides!

5:38 Charming Renata, so expressive in her eyes to go along with razor-sharp balances and mindblowing turns, ending the dizzying diagonal with a double piqués en dehors with her arms over her head.

7:58 Love how she jumps so freely into his arms with her head completely thrown back, so exciting!

8:40 Kimin's acting, so cute, he can't possibly even fake being angry with his Kitri, followed by lots of head-shaking DRAMA

8:58 That smirk, I'm dead. PLUS THE KISS TO THE AUDIENCE. Love the pandering that is DQ

9:47 Just too cute, have no further words. Renata's expressions are beyond adorable especially when she cheekily asks for more kisses. HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD YOU TWO

9:57 Ahh yes, she remembered now. Here comes the pageantry, especially effective with her fluttering her big doe eyes

10:25 Haven't seen this before, Kimin lovably tugging on Renata's skirt, "Hey, we're doing this gig to get hitched remember! Eyes on the prize!" Their expressions and chemistry is just pure gold.

11:19 Love how playful Renata is in the entree, with deep cambrés and bold arm and head movements, especially as she finishes the pirouettes. Very attractive to see the character of Kitri still shining in the grand pas.

11:54 Flawless lift. Notice Renata's superb coordination, in order to catch the music on time, she prepares her arms to start the turns while coming down from the lift.

12:20 Full split grand pas de chat with no momentum into the adagio preparation SO EXTRA, SO DON Q, I'M HERE FOR IT

12:30 "I'll just make a couple timestamps, I won't go crazy".....I lied to myself. But but this fouette is just too good, Kimin transitioning with both arms stretched wide to show her off. Renata's eyes just make me fall in love and I'm obsessed with her sassy transition into 4th position en pointe.

12:54 WHAT A MOMENT. TIME LITERALLY STOPPED....moving on

13:02 I promise I'll stop timestamping every 10 seconds but like, that arabesque balance is how every balance should be. Classy, without showboating, an active choice on when to exist, no needless 4th wall breaking, perfectly musical.

13:20 The pirouettes? Stellar. The transition out of it? Even better.

13:44 SHe's so confident here, she looks up and explodes her arms out before exiting the pirouette into the penché. That choice creates such feelings of elation.

14:11 Give me either one of their renveresé, thanks :)

14:16 Exiting this (gorgeously done) lift can be awkward, love how Renata uses her arms to transition into the next pose

15:02 YES to the traveling that's happening!!

15:33 Her smile. That's all. Delightful.

15:47 ADORABLE

16:13 Kimin's variation starts. I mean come on. He's just flying around. THOSE OUTSIDE ATTITUDE PIOUETTES. Super stable tours to high arabesques. Just too good.

17:04 Renata's variation starts. Jawdropping footwork, the petit rond de jambes are so clean and so precise, and she's moving so much when she does them. HERE FOR THE RENATA SASS. THe way her face lights up when the crowd starts clapping is priceless

17:57 CODA TIME!!!! Legitimately think no one has ever done this jump better than Kimin. And that manage, just looks like it takes no effort for him to complete. He just floats around like it's nothing.

18:21 Holy shit her fouettes are insane, AND THEN ALL DOUBLES IN THe SECOND HALF???? Aish, her tiny frustrated face appeared for half a second because she was the tiniest bit off and had to do one single. But what a fight, she's such a spitfire. I was on the edge of my seat.

18:45 Speechless. Just what??? How????? Kimin Kim, explain yourself????

19:15 THE WAY THEY SMILE. WHAT A SHOW!!!!

I did this during my first watch-through, I think you can gauge my level of excitement quite clearly ahaha. Let me know your favorite moments and if you enjoyed reading my first reaction :)

#renata shakirova #kimin kim #don quixote #kitri #basilio #ballet #mariinsky #mariinsky ballet #mariinsky theatre #russian ballet #ballerina #ballet video #Youtube

[littleladymab]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

🥰🥰🥰 ahhhh thank you em!!

far from the world that I made, my affectionately nick-named "Rebels S5". Sabine and Eli have to team up to go find Ezra and Thrawn -- it's not so much a "search for Ezra" fic as it is a story about two people learning how to heal when they've never been given the proper chance to realize the capacity of their wounds.

The Phoenix Suite, holds a special place because it is the first Star Wars fic that I wrote, and the first that I wrote that got turned into a podfic. Kallus gets stuck in a time-loop at the conclusion of Rebels S3, and has to relive the events of "Zero Hour" until he figures out how to break the loop. Also, Kallus can have little a force sensitivity, as a treat.

inside every open eye, might be cheating, because it's a series, but I love every fic within it very much. Fantasy AU for The Magnus Archives, in which Jon goes missing in an attempt to perform a ritual for the Beholding, and so Sasha has to return to the Archives and take over his role in order to hold everything together. Fics within are "watching the waiting" (a Georgie/Melanie side-story about how they get involved), "tiny cracks of light" (the main fic), "when your seams have come unknitted" (Jon rescuing Martin from the Lonely), and "hollow me out" (Gerry prequel, in which he realizes there is a prophecy about him in the archives)

it's only forever, which was an incredibly silly conceit in which Kaite and I were talking about "what if Gerry Keay in tight pants" but then it turned into a Labyrinth AU for The Magnus Archives. I wrote it in two weeks in an absolute whirlwind and I had a lot of fun doing it, and it was also me finally learning how to say "fuck it I don't have to explain everything in minute detail I'm allowed to handwave things" which, like, was a relief. Anyway, this one goes out to the JonGerryMartin nation, who all kept reblogging my post of "what if Gerry in tight pants" and not actually interacting with my fic when I posted it. This one is for you stop interacting with that post.

My Place to Land, my absolute beloved, in which I wrote a novel for the rare-pair I made up for "Twilight Mirage" season of Friends at the Table. Echo is arrested while on a job, and is given the choice to serve a term in the guard, or to become the last remaining Excerpt's bodyguard. They thought being a bodyguard would be easy, but lmao politics, and also, Love? I was full up on my bullshit, and I still love this fic with my whole heart. Also my friends were very kind and drew me a lot of fanart for it that fills me with joy.

Honorable mention, since it's not finished, is my "regency magical spies" au for Ace Attorney. I've written 1/3 of it (49k) before I had to stop because I got really burned out. But now I'm getting back into it and think I might be able to pick it back up later this year. I absolutely LOVE the fic and the plot and just, everything about it. I have written a sequel fic for Klapollo Minibang which can be read without the main fic, but I am very eager to actually finish the main fic eventually.

Just also a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who has read my fics and continues to do so! It means a lot to me, and I'm so happy that I can write things that you enjoy!

#a lil miss fic #lil miss writings

[alj4890]

Misfortune's Intentions

(Liam x oc*Elisse Millan) (Drake x Riley) in a Choices The Royal Heir fan fiction

A/N We will have one more chapter after this one to conclude this series. Thanks so much for reading along with this idea of mine. I know I'm behind in responding to comments, just know that I have loved reading each one. In this chapter we begin life for Elisse and Liam while taking the next step forward into their future.

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Masterlist

Chapter 6 Taking the Next Step

Streets of the Capital, Cordonia...

There is something almost magical about being awake while the rest of the world sleeps. Sounds one normally doesn't notice during the day captures the imagination. Shadows beckon to be explored. Streetlights dot the different paths one can choose for an adventure through a terrain changed by darkness.

"I can't believe we managed to escape Felix and Bastien." Elisse whispered.

Liam chuckled, wrapping his arm around his bride of twelve hours. "I learned from the best how to slip away."

They walked along the freshly rain washed streets in search of the places that meant the most to Liam. He offered stories of himself and his friends, sneaking out during his social season and unity tour. Each memory was made sweeter by sharing his past with the lady by his side.

He still marveled at the fact that less than a month ago he managed to convince her to marry him. Elisse's doubts that she should remain with him left the moment he told her just how much she meant to him.

After all that Liam had experienced with love not being returned, Elisse's declaration of how much she loved him had made him grateful that he had not kept her at arms' length.

He doubted he would have been able to if he had tried. Everything about her drew him ever closer to her.

They walked on in contented silence. Each was lost in the whirlwind that had been the days leading up to their wedding. The entire country had been both surprised and pleased when he announced his intention to marry the viscountess from Monterisso.

Alamas had given her own press conference once back in her country. No one doubted that this was a love match after more interviews were conducted. It also just so happened to be a match made in diplomatic heaven. With Corodnia's riches combined with Monterisso's technological advances, the two would be a powerhouse that countries around the world wished to be an ally of.

Regina had thrown herself happily into planning a wedding for the couple. She was determined that theirs would outshine Riley and Drake's. A bit of motherly revenge guided her toward making everything bigger and more romantic. She was thrilled Liam had found someone who absolutely adored him. She also found a kindred spirit in Amalas joining to help with the preparations. The two were driven to give the couple all they deserved.

Liam and Elisse were usually caught smiling at each other or sharing a sweet kiss at events held in honor of their upcoming nuptials. Their happiness spread to all corners of Cordonia, making everyone forget about Liam's past with Riley and Madeleine. Everyone agreed that Elisse was perfect for him.

A few days before the wedding, Riley held a dinner for the couple at Valtoria. She and Drake were relieved that Liam was no longer alone. Though Elisse smiled and thanked them warmly for hosting them, she still held some bitterness toward the two.

She was both thankful that Riley's refusal of Liam's proposal led to him becoming hers and hurt that he had to suffer such heartache and betrayal in the first place. Seeing Liam no longer negatively affected by their presence went a long way for Elisse to manage to be polite.

Though their wedding day was plagued with cloudy skies that soon turned to a storm, nothing could take away from their happiness. Once inside Cordonia's oldest cathedral, hearts were touched by the sweet vows shared by the couple.

Elisse's wedding gown drew gasps of delight from the congregation. Cameras zoomed in to capture the petite lady in a sleeveless mermaid style dress. The lace that draped the white satin and then formed a slight train shimmered in the candlelight from the sparse crystals that were carefully placed as to not detract from the beauty of the design. A diamond tiara that Liam had given her the night before completed the veil less look.

For a noble from a country notorious for its secrets, her choice to not wear a veil was symbolic that she wanted to hide nothing from the man she had given her heart to.

Though the king and his soon to be queen were the envy of fashionistas around the globe, no one could ignore the fact that neither tried to disguise how completely happy they were.

Whispers of delight were shared among the guests the moment Liam took her hand and raised it to his lips. The little touches that neither could stop during the ceremony added even more to their sweetness. His wiping of her stray tears with the back of his hand. Her smoothing his lapels, only to have him press her hand to his heart.

It was a wedding that no one would ever forget.

In the midst of their reception, the couple thanked Regina and Amalas for everything before sneaking off to finally be alone.

Once inside the royal chambers the couple could finally be as close as they desired. Kisses were shared between whispers of love and attraction. Caresses became frantic as wedding clothes soon dropped to the floor.

All their moments falling in love led to this, being with the one who truly had lost their heart to them. Liam at one point paused in his movements to simply gaze down at his bride in the throes of passion that he had brought her. Her dark eyes met his fiery blue. Words were not needed. Breathless from his touch, she gently cupped his cheek as she pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

As they calmed their racing hearts in the aftermath, they shared the occasional kiss and smiles. Sleep eluded them as the excitement of the day still thrummed within their veins. Quickly getting dressed, the pair snuck down to the now quiet kitchen to raid the pantry.

Once enough sweets were between them, they sat on the counter, talking about their favorite moments of the day.

Then they discussed the honeymoon plans that had been kept from the press.

Their first stop planned was Boston for Elisse's appointment with Dr. Ramsey.

Once Liam saw her worry, he had insisted on their sneaking out of the palace and going for a walk.

His stories though, could only distract her for so long.

She stopped once they were near the shore. A smile briefly flashed when Liam folded his arms around her from behind.

His lips brushed a kiss to her ear. "What are you thinking about?"

"What Dr. Ramsey might say." Elisse relaxed back within her husband's arms. "I know after all that I have been told that I shouldn't get my hopes up." She let out a deep sigh. "But I can't help it."

He hugged her closer against his chest. He knew nothing could possibly top how happy he was with her, except having a child of their own. It was no secret to either one of them that they had each dreamed of one day having a family. Neither wanted to hear it was impossible.

Liam wanted to see a child with Elisse's dark hair and eyes, one he could spoil and proudly present to the world. Elisse wanted the same with his blue eyes and infectious smile. To see their own child sharing not only the physical characteristics but also those personality traits they adored in the other was something neither wanted to miss out on.

"We should probably return." Elisse turned in his embrace, smiling when he kissed her. "We still need to finish packing if we are to leave in a few hours."

The way his lips moved over her skin made all thoughts of packing seem less important.

Liam's smile held a hint of wicked mischief when he saw his wife's befuddled state.

"What am I to do with you?" She teased once he took her hand to lead her back to the palace.

"I will gladly go into detail once we are back in our bedroom." He winked at her, drawing another giggle from her lips.

*****************

Edenbrook Hosptial, Boston, two days later...

Olivia paced the confines of the examination room she had been placed in. Anxious to finally begin the decision she had made a month earlier, she was dreading to hear the news that she couldn't be the one.

After confirming that Elisse would be unable to carry a child full term, Olivia's offer to be the surrogate had shocked both the royal couple and the doctor sitting across from them.

It was the most logical decision in Olivia's mind. After all, wasn't she the one strong enough to do so? She was the one who put safety above all else. Who else would guard and protect their child just as well, if not better than them?

"Would you give us a moment, Dr Ramsey?" Liam had asked.

"Of course." He stepped out into the hallway, telling them to let him know when they were finished.

"Olivia," Elisse struggled to find the words. "We can't ask this of you."

"You're not asking.” She explained. “I’m offering”

"This is nearly a year of your life you're giving us." Liam countered. "Possibly longer if the first procedure does not take."

"It will work the first time." Olivia declared. "My body is trained in not accepting failure."

Elisse snorted softly, her heart starting to gain hope in Olivia's gruff determination. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

The duchess eyed them both before nodding. "I decided this a long time ago. Once I knew your medical history and saw Liam falling in love..." Her shoulders squared while her chin lifted, "I knew I should be not only a Guardian of Corodnia, but also a guardian of the future prince or princess."

"Olivia," Liam took her hand and kissed it. "I have no words to express how much your sacrifice means to me."

Her sharp gaze softened. "You owe me no words, Liam." She cleared her throat. "Now, call the doctor back in."

Olivia listened carefully to all that Ethan explained. She beat Liam and Elisse in her questions, then demanded more explanation from the renowned physician.

"Let's get on with the examination." Olivia demanded, as she stood up.

Ethan narrowed his eyes at her. "There is more to it than a simple physical exam. We need to--"

"I am ready to do whatever is needed." She spoke over him. "Are you not ready?"

Ethan bristled to the challenge he heard in her voice. Gathering Elisse's chart, he excused himself. With a jerk of his head toward the duchess, he walked out the door.

"Follow me, Ms. Nevarkis."

After blood was drawn and a physical given, Ethan asked her to get dressed then to wait until he returned.

She paced, wondering what was taking so long. She herself had one of the best doctors in Cordonia give her a physical a few weeks earlier. What if Dr. Ramsey noticed something that no one else had before?

Just as she was about to storm out and demand answers, Ethan returned.

He sat down and motioned for her to sit across from him in the only available chair.

"Well?" She bit out. "Am I healthy enough?"

"Physically, yes." He responded. "Now for the next part."

"When will the implantation be? Three weeks, isn't it, after I begin fertility medications?" She asked.

Ethan held his hand up to silence her. "The next part is a psychological examination."

"Excuse me?" Her eyes narrowed.

"Your mental health in this is almost if not more important in undergoing something like this." He explained. "You will be experiencing all the emotions an expectant mother goes through, yet you will be giving the baby to someone else."

She waived off his words with a flick of her hand. "I know exactly what I am doing."

A muscle spasmed in his jaw. "Ms. Nevarkis, why are you doing this?"

"Because I am able to." She folded her arms. "I'm the best one to do this for them. I have no intention to marry anyone in the near future. I do not have any sexual partners. I am free of any encumbrance."

He slowly shook his head. "Why do you want to do this?"

She blinked. "Why?"

"Yes. What is it about Liam and Elisse that you would be willing to do this?"

"They are my king and queen. Surely, you--"

"Personally." He insisted. "Why are you willing to give them a year of your life?"

Seeing he wouldn’t move forward with the plans, her carefully maintained shield dropped revealing a vulnerability she rarely allowed others to see. "I...there are two reasons."

Ethan leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. His piercing blue gaze warmed as he tried to be less abrupt. "What are they?"

"Liam was...is...someone I owe everything to. He is the one who helped me get over my parents' deaths. He has done nothing except stand by me through the years." She explained.

"I see." Ethan rubbed a hand down his stubbled jaw. "That is a strong, emotional reason to want to do this. But you said you had another one. What is it?"

Olivia swallowed. "Let's call it a chance to prove once and for all that I am worthy of Cordonia."

"Worthy? What do you mean?"

Briefly closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and explained her family's treacherous past and her surprise marriage to Anton.

One thing that helped her get through her past, was Ethan's lack of response. He didn't interrupt her nor did his face reveal what he was thinking.

"This is why I want to do this." She explained, her voice was full of emotion. Even she could hear the need, sadness, and desperation. "I need to do this for Liam and my country. My people."

She jumped when Ethan rested his hand over hers.

Giving a gentle squeeze, he nodded. "Then you are indeed the one who should be the surrogate."

***************

"I will stay here for the injections." Olivia explained to Liam and Elisse. "Dr. Ramsey will keep a close eye on me. When you come back in three weeks, we will begin the implantation, and then in two weeks know we are expecting."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Am I needed here at all to explain this?" He waved toward his desk. "Perhaps you should sit there."

Olivia ignored him. "Go and enjoy your honeymoon somewhere else. There is no need for you to remain here."

She grunted when Elisse enveloped her in a tight hug. Her tearful thanks were spoken in a whisper.

Liam in turn hugged her while Elisse surprised Ethan with a hug too.

"How will I ever be able to thank you enough for never giving up on me?" She asked him.

He patted her back and smiled down at her. "You don't need to." He shook Liam's hand while promising that he would do all he could to make this go as easy as possible.

***************

Edenbrook Hospital, Boston, five weeks later...

Olivia absentmindedly rubbed at the spot where blood had been drawn. She glanced at the couple who had all their hopes placed within her ability to carry their child.

Please, she silently prayed. Please let me do this for them.

Ethan returned with a smile on his face. "Congratulations. You're pregnant."

Elisse covered her mouth as a sob broke through. Liam wrapped her in his arms, tears sparking his eyes.

Olivia nearly sagged in relief. "And my offer?"

Liam and Elisse looked up. "Offer?"

"I have asked Dr. Ramsey to come to Cordonia to monitor us throughout the entire pregancy." She explained. "In exchange for not only his help in establishing a research hospital in Lythikos but in Cordonia possibly offering a grant to Edenbrook."

Liam nodded. "Of course. I was planning on doing so in Elisse's name after all that you and your hospital did for her."

Ethan cleared his throat. "I have been encouraged by our board and a few others to accept. It is a very generous offer that I can't refuse."

"Thank you!" Elisse hugged Olivia and pulled Ethan in on it. "I can never thank you both enough."

**************

The Royal Palace, two months later, Cordonia...

"Shouldn't we wait on Liam and Elisse?" Oliva asked.

Ethan continued to type in information. "Your blood work came back with some surprising results. I want to confirm my suspicions before we talk to them."

She reclined back on the padded exam table as he performed an ultrasound.

The east wing of the palace had gone through numerous changes. Given the equipment Ethan needed to monitor Olivia, rooms had been divided up for examinations and lab work. His own personal quarters were across the hallway from his work.

He had been shocked when Elisse showed him that they had knocked walls down to make him an apartment similar to the one he had in Boston.

"I want you to feel at home as much as you can while you're here." She explained. "You still will be welcome to join us whenever you wish for meals and events, but I know you need a space that is all your own."

Touched by her thoughtfulness, he had accepted the hug graciously that she still felt was needed to express her gratitude.

Liam also invited him to treat the entire palace as his own also. He personally gave him a tour, taking Ethan to the library at the end.

"One of Corodnia's previous rulers was fascinated with medicine." He led him over to a section of shelves on the second floor. "My mother shared his interest and she and I, in her honor, have made certain to keep up with the latest research."

Ethan saw not only many names he recognized through medicine's history but also some he had only been able to gather pieces of. Having a chance to read through all this at his leisure was an unexpected perk to living within the gilded palace.

The entire country was in baby fever. Riley was nearing her due date, causing added scrutiny whenever she and Drake were caught outside of Valtoria. The rest of her pregnancy had gone much easier now that the stress of having the royal heir was removed.

Cordonians were struck speechless when Elisse held an interview openly explaining her fertility problems. When she announced that Olivia would be the surrogate to hers and Liam's baby, the duchess was hailed once again as a hero to Cordonia.

The people in Lythikos were eager to share their opinions that they always knew she was a noble worthy of admiration, but they were also humbled by her willingness to do this for their monarchs.

Olivia and Ethan were soon the ones to dominate the public's interest. The American doctor was asked on numerous occasions how the pregnancy was progressing. Unused to such attention, his deadpan expression with quick, decisive words somehow helped to eliminate any anxiousness the citizens felt.

Olivia looked over at the screen. She failed to recognize what exactly Ethan was studying.

"Well?" She prodded, impatient over his continuing silence. "What is it that you have determined?"

A reluctant smile formed at her trying to disguise her worry with irritation. He took a few pictures and printed them out.

"That we were wrong." He told her.

All color drained from her face. "What do you mean?"

"We suspected twins." He reminded her. "Which was why I wanted to do more bloodwork. Your HCG pointed at that not necessarily being the case."

"Ethan." Olivia narrowed her eyes. "Tell me. I am at least carrying one child for them, aren't I?"

"No. You're carrying three."

#misfortune's intentions #choices the royal heir #liam x oc #drake x riley #trh liam #olivia nevrakis #ethan ramsey #choices stories you play

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150 followers: Meet the Writer

We’re happy to announce we reached another milestone: we have over 150 followers! Thank you so much for joining us! And as usual, a writer was randomly selected for Meet the Writers Q&A. Get ready to meet our third writer:

Blog: @undermounts​

Name: Lea

Birthday: April 27th

Nationality: Chinese, German, and Filipino

Current residency: California, USA

Languages you speak: English

Masterlist: Tumblr masterlist / AO3

1. Is there a meaning behind your url name?

No, not really. It just references Undermount from Blades. My friend Liza @shadowcourt​ actually gave it to me from one of her saved accounts when I started writing my Blads fic (bless you Liza).

2. When did you start playing Choices? What's the first book you played?

I started playing in late 2016! I’m pretty sure the first thing I played was either The Freshman or Most Wanted.

3. When did you decide to join Choices fandom?

The first time I posted about Choices was in July of 2017 on an old side blog of mine.

4. Go back to your archive and tell us what was your first post on your Choices blog was about.

This blog is very old so my first ever post was an rb about Nico and Bianca di Angelo from Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson and the Olympians, but my first Choices post on this blog was about getting to marry Jake from ES and Drake from TRR.

5. How long have you been writing fanfiction?

Since June of 2014!

6. Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it or would you change anything about it?

I wrote my first fanfic when I was 13 but it has since been erased from the face of the earth and will never be seen again, which is honestly for the best. However, the oldest fanfic of mine that can still be found today is called Somewhere Else. It’s a TRR AU Drake x Riley fanfic in which the two meet in NYC and have a whirlwind romance as Drake searches for Savannah. I still like the fic even though its plot is solely focused on romance—which isn’t really my style anymore—and it’s pretty short.

7. What are your favorite Choices books to write about?

Blades of Light and Shadow and Bloodbound.

8. What is your specialty as a fanfic writer?

According to my readers, it’s exploring worlds and complex characters in-depth while spewing loads of angst.

9. Which part of writing do you struggle with most?

Lately, the hardest part for me has been staying focused! I think a large part of that is because I’m working on a really ambitious project right now and I have a lot of ideas I’m worried about executing properly and I have these self-imposed expectations I’m afraid I won’t meet. It’s daunting but in a good way. Writing usually comes easily to me but I think it’s good to struggle sometimes because it helps me grow and improve.

10. Do you participate in any writing events or challenges throughout the year? If so, what do you like about them?

I haven’t participated in a writing event or challenge in a while! I used to do them when I was still in The Arcana fandom. I think the best thing about these challenges or events is that they can either break up my normal writing routine and give me something new/different to work on so when I come back to any current WIPS, I do so with a fresh mind. They also sort of force me to tackle subjects or themes I’m not used to writing about which ultimately helps improve my writing overall.

11. Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?

Rick Riordan definitely showed me how important it is to have a clear voice/style in your writing. That has definitely made writing infinitely more enjoyable for me because it doesn’t just feel like I’m telling a story but like I am also expressing myself through my work. Another author that has influenced me is Sarah J. Maas. Her Throne of Glass series is what encouraged me to be really ambitious with my current project, Ashes and Embers (A&E), in terms of creating an elaborate plot, exploring not only the main characters in depth but also the supporting characters, and worldbuilding.

12. Do you have any writing buddies or critique partners?

My dear friend Alia ( @thealia​ ) betas chapters of A&E for me! Without her, I would probably be crushed beneath the workload. Liza ( @shadowcourt ) graciously listens to my ideas and hypes me up with her A&E headcanons. I also have to give some recognition to Kelsea (@shegrumbles) and Sav (@courtesanofedenbrook ) who not only provide me with endless love and support but are also fantastic writers!

13. Do you reread your own fanfics? If you do, which one have you reread the most?

I actually have not reread any of my multi-chapter fics simply because I haven’t had time to! The moment I finished Bound, I immediately jumped into writing A&E. But I have reread a short fic for The Arcana called “The Power of a Name” a few times because I love the angst.

14. A Hollywood producer tells you that they want to film just one of your fics. Which fic would you want it to be?

Oh, absolutely Ashes and Embers. Maybe I am biased because it is the fic I am currently working on, but I truly think that it is the most action-packed and elaborate story I have ever written. I have so much planned for that fic—including a second part that has yet to be named—and it already feels like a movie saga in my head.

15. Do you write original stories? 

I do! My original WIPs are currently shelved just because of timing/workload but I hope to finish them one day!

Do you want to contribute with questions/ideas for the next Meet The Writer Q&A? Send me a message.

Thanks for reading! Reblog to share your appreciation for @undermounts​​​ ❤️

#choices fic writers creations #150 followers #blades fanfic #the royal romance fanfic #bloodbound fanfic #cfwc meet the writer

[andcurioser]

So. Let’s talk about Veronica Mars. *deeeeeeeep sigh*

Ok, friends. It’s been a goddamn whirlwind for me. I actually went to the Veronica Mars panel at Comic Con, which I thought was a highlight at the time. They screened the first episode before the panel, and I was all ready to report back to you all that it was real good and to get excited for the new season, but then Hulu had to go and drop the whole damn series during the CC panel, which was a STUPID thing to do (or, at the very least, an extremely stupid thing to announce to the panel at Comic Con - the exact people who would not be able to watch it until after Comic Con, putting them at risk for some really big fucking spoilers. It’s genuinely surprising to me how little the people who are in charge think about these things. If you want to do a surprise drop (which, why, but whatever), sure, go and do it, but definitely don’t announce it to a room full of people who can’t enjoy it and expect them to be excited??). But regardless. That was just a wtf moment. I was still filled with enthusiasm and excitement and happiness that this show was back and seemed to be in good form. 

Oy. 

Cut to Tuesday morning. I got back from Comic Con on Sunday night, and life goes on, so of course I hadn’t watched 8 hours of TV by Tuesday at 7AM. Which is precisely when my dear friend, whom I adore, but who is apparently an idiot, texted me about how terrible that VM ending was and how upset she was. Now, because I’m a good friend and I know what she likes and we’ve discussed VM at length, it took me all of four seconds to know the gist of what happens in the end. I didn’t know the how or why, but I certainly knew the what. Cue fun spikes of anxiety and random bursts of rage, because what the fuck. Truly, what the fuck. But I placed my certainty at 99% and hopelessly clung to the 1% chance that I was wrong, knowing full well that I wasn’t. This obviously completely stymied any excitement I had for the show, and I dragged my heels for a full month before finally finishing the goddamn show just to get it over with. And now we’re here. 

I’ve had a month to ready myself for what I knew was coming. It was both a blessing and a curse, since while it pretty thoroughly ruined my good time, it also meant that I wasn’t totally blindsided by that ending. And man, I would have been blindsided, because there was Z E R O reason for that. None. And now I’ve read all the articles in which Rob Thomas tries to explain his reasons, and they’re all nonsense. Absolute idiocy. All I see is a guy who always, always resented the fans for loving a character he didn’t want us to, who tried and tried to redirect us to one of his preferred creations without success, and just when I thought he’d finally accepted defeat, he pulls the most nonsensical of fuckery just to finally win the battle. Fuck you, RT, forever and always. I can’t fucking believe that I allowed myself to think you’d finally seen the light. What a ridiculous fool I was for giving him the benefit of the doubt. 

Since I knew what was coming, I could look for the signs all throughout the season. So I searched for foreshadowing, or at least a narrative through-line. And let me tell you: there isn’t one. The season finally, rightfully seems to address Veronica’s deep-set trauma and trust issues but treats them like a problem and not a secret superpower, and it seemed like the show might expect Veronica to grow up along with the viewers who’ve aged 15 years since the first season? I was excited to finally have Veronica be the problem in a relationship, frankly. It was hinted at with Piz, but glossed over because there was only so much time in the movie, but it was realistic for her to have some trouble adjusting to a long-term, committed relationship, and I was excited to see that journey! I thought it was such an interesting path to go down, watching Veronica grapple with what she wants (or maybe just thinks she wants) vs. what she’s always known, or thought she knows. Lots of stuff there! Good stuff! And you get all the way to the end, when she’s finally decided to try. It isn’t fixed, it isn’t perfectly, she’s definitely got a long way to go, but she’s taken a few tentative steps into an uncertain future. And all of a sudden, quite literally, boom. It’s all gone. 

Listen. I was never going to be a fan of getting rid of Logan. However they chose to do it, it would always feel wrong. I have never trusted Rob Thomas to handle Logan well, because he’s always had this undercurrent of anger in every interview I’ve read, this frustration that people love and respond to Logan when he wanted them to love Duncan! Then Piz! Then anyone else! His creations took on a life of their own, and RT hated it. RT was one of the ultimate examples of writers/show runners who were simply watching a completely different show than the rest of us. I could never understand how he wrote such interesting stuff for Logan but didn’t want us to root for him. It never made any sense. But I didn’t think he would sabotage his own show this thoroughly. 

Because here’s the thing: I was never going to like him getting rid of Logan, but I could have understood it. I could have gone along with it if it had been done right. Frankly, the way it was building, it wouldn’t have been a surprise, nor would it even have been a bad choice, to have Logan break up with Veronica at the end of the season. And if RT couldn’t handle Veronica not being the aggressor, fine, make Veronica do it. She decides she isn’t willing to put in the work to change that Logan needs from her, and she ends it. Fine. Could work, at least for a few seasons. Let her deal with the loss, knowing it was something she chose, and see how it affects her priorities as she continues on. Certainly could be interesting! 

You know what isn’t interesting? This. This is the only - the ONLY - plotline that’s a watered down repeat of a previous story. Veronica Mars, traumatized and hardened by the shocking loss of someone close to her? Quite literally, been there, done that. I know RT has been trying to recapture the magic of season one for every season and iteration since, but just repeating the storyline? Really, really missing the mark. There isn’t anything new that can be added to this. We’ve done this. This will only ever be a pale imitation, a tacked-on sequel hitting the same beats with less force. Lilly was a fantastic inciting incident that yielded a tight, well-thought-out season arc. But why would we want to start over 15 years later? What’s to be gained from this? Literally ANY other ending would have yielded multiple storytelling options, branching out with so many possibilities on where the characters could go. This is the only one that simply slams doors shut. 

The few supporters of this ending I’ve seen around the interwebs keep saying things like “this show wouldn’t work if Veronica was happy!” Hell, Rob Thomas is saying the same thing. And to that idiocy, I can only say 1. of course it would, if you write it well, dumbass, and 2. if you think Veronica getting married immediately = happiness, well, what the hell show were you watching? The marriage, much as it could represent a step forward, was still VERY CLEARLY a huge, impulsive jump that was more a reaction than a measured decision. And that was something I was looking forward to seeing. Fresh off of a near-death experience and a renewed assurance of her love for Logan, Veronica marries him thinking that’s the end of their troubles, only to realize that it’s just another complication. Now Veronica has to deal with the new experience of having no quick exit strategy. All the problems they had throughout the season still exist, thinly covered by the veil of newlywed bliss, and she has to reconcile her happiness with her frustration and uncertainty. Logan still disappears at the drop of a hat because of his job. She still puts herself in danger for the case and uses loved ones and acquaintances alike to her full advantage. They hide things from each other. They love fiercely, they trust the other with their own lives but can’t trust each other to take care of themselves. Doesn’t this sound like a complicated, tumultuous relationship full of narrative possibilities? 

Well, forget it, because why break new ground when you could retread old storylines? Yeah, that’s what we all want. Great job, RT. So smart. 

Something that keeps bothering me is that if RT didn’t want Logan around as the happy husband at home but didn’t want to write more relationship drama between them? He already had the perfect excuse to ship Logan off for entire seasons at a time. Look, Logan’s deployed, oh no, he can’t even skype, he’s undercover! Cool, problem solved. No more Logan, but in a way that still maintains possibilities for the future should we want them. Ideal. Again, options. All you want are places for your narrative to go. Multiple roads it could take so it doesn’t become predictable. 

This is predictable. This is boring. This is trite. Our heroes, struck down in their highest moment of happiness. Holy fuck, it’s dull. It doesn’t feel edgy. It feels derivative, a tired rehash of a narrative structure that should have gone out of vogue ten years ago. The whole thing just exhausts me at this point. 

And I’ve read Rob Thomas’s justification for why he did it. They’re all flimsy, but if he wants to go do a Sherlock-style, Ms. Marple mystery series, flitting in and out as he pleases, fine. It won’t be the worst show in the world. Veronica’s still a fun and interesting character, and I’ll always enjoy watching her. But removing her from Neptune, and more importantly, removing her from all of her meaningful relationships, takes away what made this show special. The new version RT is pitching could be fun enough. But it’ll still be just one in a long, long line of mystery shows that don’t have much claim to my emotional investment. I might watch, but I’ll forget about it the second it’s over. It certainly won’t be the kind of show with a fanbase that will still be interested in watching more 15 years from now. Rob Thomas won’t be getting one of those again. 

So yeah, that’s that. I have much more to say, but really I just wanted to get this rant out so I can put it all behind me. I learned long ago that I can’t trust shows and showrunners, and it’s a lesson I learned partly, if significantly, from Rob Thomas. I suppose it’s on me for letting my guard down, but I guess my hope got grandfathered in from an age when I didn’t immediately mistrust the things that were supposed to make me happy. I’ll know better next time. 

#veronica mars #veronica mars spoilers #just in case #so i'll just be here selectively ignoring canon because frankly i know better #the ending was so stupid and tacked on that it's honestly pretty easy to ignore #mostly i'm just fired up about a showrunner mistreating his fanbase so badly after they've stuck with him through so much #just a baffling misuse of the support he was so lucky to still have #so i'll be cherry-picking the parts of s4 i liked with one hand and flipping rob thomas off forever with the other

[floosies]

Beechwood Park

pairing: 60′s au (Richard Madden x oc!poc!fem!Reader)

summary: In the late 60′s Cynthia was struggling model who’d just about reached her wits end and succumb to her parents wishes for her to continue her studies. Mr. Madden would say otherwise though.

warnings: age gap, smut, cursing, 18 + material

Series Masterlist

A/N: I think I hit the jackpot with this (fingers crossed though)

Actress inspo for the character is Judy Pace, she was well known in the 60s.

1. Humble Beginnings and Pink Ribbons

In 1965 Cynthia Ridge was an academic miracle sent from the heavens above to her family. A true prodigy of the finer things in life, she’d learned french, could read latin, and played piano as her pass times. Where her parents assumed this would grant her open doors to the thing they could never have themselves. 

Little did they know that what she really wanted was a break. Her friends were going to parties and dating boys while she sat at home writing honor roll essays. However, her birthday arrived in early November. With it came a moment of fate or pure luck. She was out shopping with her cousin when the woman who would become her first agent/manager came across her. 

Ingrid Beaumont was a french woman who’d made her living working for modeling agencies in Europe. One look at Cynthia and she knew there was the muse for the upcoming year’s fashion trends. It took a lot of pleading and negotiating with the teenager’s parents. At the end of it all though, she’d gotten herself a star client.

The first months were interesting, there was difficulty in the states. Getting her photo shoots was a nightmare, and Cynthia blamed the thinking of most people on it, but in the U.K.? Well it was different there, very different. When she did book a shoot in America, the copies were sent to a sister agency in London. By then she began to shoot ad campaigns for catalogs in the U.K.

At home tensions grew though. Her parents despised the french agent and what she’d made of their academically prized daughter. They fought constantly, so much so that by the end of the year she’d had enough. Cynthia knew deep down it was wrong, perhaps maybe even too far, but she couldn’t risk losing what made her feel happy. With the help of Mrs. Beaumont she was able to enroll at a college in England. 

Her parents would be under the impression that their daughter would be receiving a well rounded education and degree in the foreign nation. The truth could not be further from that assumption however. Instead she went to school for two semesters, meeting her closest friend Stella Darwin, with whom she moved in with after dropping out.

Cynthia’s modeling paychecks helped ease some worries at the start. It seemed that things were great for the two girls in London. Stella had graduated and worked at a high end boutique in Soho. So much for being a writer, nevertheless she hoped with the money she saved she would be able to make it happen in a couple of years.

It was a whirlwind for two years. Countless parties and events, meeting people over drinks. There was so much traveling too. Of course it was all courtesy of the famed Cynthia and her modeling career which gave them everything. The menagerie was lavish, it was everything any of the two could have hoped for. 

Neither one of them could have expected what would come though. How the agency would close down and leave the young American girl empty handed. Or Stella’s lavish Soho flat being taken from her through an eviction notice. Nevertheless, the girls persisted and finally came the breakthrough. After months of sleuthing she had found an agency looking for talent and she wouldn’t let the chance pass up. Without a hesitation she made a meeting with the head of the agency.

She’d been countless catalogs and even had the pleasure of meeting Princess Anne once. Yet not even the royals could save her now. It was early summer and the small flat she shared with Stella was beginning to become a stuffy chaotic mess of dresses and empty bottles of liquor. Stella was bent over the windowsill smoking her midday cigarette, “maybe going back home to Maryland wouldn’t be so bad love,” of course Cynthia gasped at the very thought. She looked at herself one final time in the mirror, “Maryland is a place I hope I never see again. Stella, darling, wish me luck. I have a good feeling about this interview today.” Her friend giggled a bit and kissed her cheek before she headed out to the spectacle that was the busy London streets.

The building was right in the heart of the city, small and disclosed. Inside was front desk and a small hallway. A blonde secretary typed away on her typewriter, “morning. Can I help you darling?” She spoke kindly, Cynthia nodded explaining she had a meeting with Mr. Egerton.

Inside his office Mr. Egerton was having his lunch break with an old friend. The two men cracked on about some event they’d both attended the previous weekend, “it was an absolute snooze fest. The guest list must have been mixed up with an elderly home’s check in sheet.” His friend, Richard, continued to joke. They reached a moment of quiet and that’s when his phone rang, he’d forgotten about the meeting with a potential new client.

Richard could see the expressions on his friend’s face changing as he hung up his office phone. An intrigued look on his face formed as his friend began to clean the lunch off of his desk, “you’re in a hurry to clean aren’t ya? Is she a client or a tango dancer?” He looked at Richard with an upset face, “oh come on Taron I’m only joking. With a sigh he finished cleaning up the small mess and fixed his tie, “this girl is a potential client with connections to the royals if you could believe it.” Now this was interesting, “really? A model who’s friends with the royals, is she the daughter of a lord?” Taron lit a cigarette before answering his friend.

He picked up the phone and got his secretary on the line, “tell her I’m ready please Holly,” as quickly as he spoke he hung up. Richard was still waiting for an answer, “soo...lord?” Taking a drag and a puff Taron answered, “actually. She’s  American if you could believe it.” He had to see who this girl was, “mind if I stay and meet her?” A knock came from his door, “you might have no choice but to. Come in,” and there she was. In a pink mini dress and a smile that could make any man weak at the knees, Richard had already fallen for this girl and he didn’t even know her.

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The second little kiss

A/n: this was literally so hard to end. I must be out of practice cause it took me way longer than it should have to actually finish. So like whatever. It’s all fluff. Part two of the Little Kiss series. I made a choice.

Pairing- Steve x Fem!reader

Warnings: can stupid endings be warning? No? Okay. Then none. It’s all fluff.

You sit alone in the common room, having a much needed moment of quiet. The cup of coffee warms your constantly cold hands. This is one of the rare moments where you are completely alone, no questions, no worried teammates, no talking.

The upcoming mission was a month away, but before that, you had coordinated a reconnaissance mission. It’s go day was tomorrow and both you and Steve had been incredibly busy with preparation and protocols.

It was 6pm. The day finally done, you had slipped away from the crowded offices and into the empty common room. The quiet was wonderful. You had to prep yourself for the intense day that was ahead of you. You close your eyes and start to focus on your breathing. And then, your phone dings in your pocket. Annoyed, you pull it out to look at who was asking a probably stupid question. But instead, it was Steve. He had sent you a simple request.

“Meet me in the lobby. 15 minutes.”

You were surprised. You’re relationship with Steve had been growing slowly. Mainly due to the increased schedule for the mission, but also because Steve took things slow, wooing you over the course of two months. Little post it notes on your computer or desk, fresh made coffee in the morning, a little squeeze of your hand in his, a tiny little peck on the cheek or forehead. As you made your way down to the lobby, you smiled a little. You didn’t know the last time someone took this much time to romance you. Probably never, if you were being honest.

Steve was waiting for you in the lobby, wearing a pair of dark wash jeans and a navy blue button up. When you approached, his eyes lit up, and he smiled. Which made you smile and pick up your speed a little bit. When you got to him, he wrapped you up in his arms, literally sweeping you off your feet. You laughed like a little girl, and Steve laughed with you.

“How are you doing?” He asked, his face buried in your hair. You’re head rested on his chest, wholly enjoying the embrace.

“I’m so tired. Today was probably one of the longest days of my life.” You replied, right against his bicep. He released his hold, but you stayed close. He was comforting and warm. Your little bay in a raging storm. Steve looked down at you.

“You ready?” You nodded and unfolded yourself from Steve. He offered his arm, and you, giggling, weaved yours through.

Steve led you through the bustling streets of the city, keeping you close. You didn’t struggle to keep up, much to Steve’s delight. You were an absolute wonder to Steve. You were constantly going, running here and there, doing anything and everything you could. You were a whirlwind of activity. He marveled at how easily you made it seem. And the fact that you were able to keep up with him so easily made you even more attractive.

You two had been walking for about ten minutes when you finally reached your destination. A small cafe with dark windows and vintage lamps. You looked up at Steve.

“Here?” The question made you sound like a child. Steve’s face grew into a smile and nodded.

“It’s nice. You’ll like it.”

You shrugged and smiled. Steve led the way in. The cafe was small and cozy, with plush arm chairs lined the walls in pairs with small tables and lamps between them. In the back of the cafe was a old jukebox, with a little dance floor around it. Steve led you to the back, and put some quarters in. He looked at the list, but hardly recognized anything. When he looked back at you, smiling to yourself and taking in the cafe, he chose the best one to put his feelings to music; Close to You, by The Carpenters. As the music slowly started, Steve pulled you into his arms. The two of you gazed into each other’s eyes as you swayed back and forth.

You actually hated the song. You didn’t really know why, it was just one of those songs that had grated on you since the second you heard it. But here, in this moment, with the one man in the universe whom loved you wholly, the song was something special. You smiled and laid your head on his broad chest. This moment of respite during such a long and busy time solidified just how much you two needed each other. As the song, which seemed to last eternity, finally faded, Steve dipped and kissed you.

It was clear by how deep the kiss was that both you and Steve had missed and craved each other’s touch. Thank goodness there wasn’t anyone else in the cafe, minus the quiet staff, because you were both quickly overwhelmed by physical desire. Hands in hair and arms tightening around your waist only pushed you both further until you pulled away, if only to refill with oxygen. Panting, Steve rested his forehead on yours. He smiled a half smile as he watched your chest heave and your face settle. When you opened your eyes, there were his ocean blues and his dumb smirking face.

“What’re you smirking’ at?” You asked, smirking yourself.

He kissed your nose and said,

“Just you. Thinking about how lucky I got.”

“Ugh you’re being so gross!” You teased, holding his dumb grinning face so he couldn’t pull away. His smile is big and bold and full of love. You squish his cheeks in your hands and he poofs them out like a chipmunk. His hands rest on your waistline and yours rest on his shoulders. He glances at his watch and looks at you.

“Come on. We have a couple for stops before we’re done for the night.”

“Oh okay! You lead and I’ll follow.” The smile you gave him could’ve stopped a bullet. Steve took you by the hand and led you out of the cafe.

The streets were much less crowded than they were fifteen minutes ago. You could walk at a more leisurely pace, and Steve even slung his arm around your shoulders. Whenever you looked at him, he was so relaxed, so happy. Was this really all cause of you? Impossible.

Steve seemed to sense your thoughts and looked at you.

“You wanna piggyback?”

Now that you though about it...your feet did kind of hurt.

“Yes, please.” And with that he stooped and you climbed onto his back monkey style. You pepper light kisses along his ears and the side of his face. You two are like teenagers. All puppy love and shared sundaes. And it was perfect. For now, at least.

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Unforseen Chasm(Part 54)

Part 54 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 2821 Warnings: Language,  songs for this part: The afterglow, Look what you made me do- Taylor Swift, Falling Apart-Papa Roach Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Once all of you returned home, Hank and Charles escorted you and Shannon to the med bay. They took a sample of Shannon’s blood and tissue and determined that after one session, she should be healed. They suggested you give her one more treatment and after that, they would anesthetize you and Shannon and remove your triggering, and remove her Red Room protocol.

Of course, you agreed eagerly and after two days you were released from the mansion. You had seen Remy once and he apologized for his actions and asked if you could stay friends. Without hesitation, you said you’d like nothing more.

Shannon returned to Stark tower with her husband, and you returned to your apartment with Loki.

Life went on… normally for a while. Loki continued his work with Stephen. In fact, most days, you met him at work when he was getting off and the three of you had tea. It was nice to have Stephen back in your life again. You worked where you could find it, whether it was with Jane, or Shannon, or even Bruce. Shannon and Tony had  a blissfully happy marriage, running Stark Industries and helping to manage the Avengers.

From what you could tell, the storm had passed. Remy and you remained friends, acknowledging his feelings and he respected your wishes to stay with Loki. You still visited him, and he you. Loki wasn’t jealous any more, for he had you and he knew this. You and Tony had made complete amends. Since that night at Xavier’s mansion, you let bygones be bygones. You both loved Shannon, and you missed being friends. It wasn’t just Stephen and Remy either. You seemed to gravitate towards the Avengers compound quite a bit, and when Shannon was busy, you spent a lot of time with Wanda, Pietro, and if Clint was around, him too.

Shannon was completely healed at this point. She could exercise her powers at will and not be drained of them.

You and Loki visited Asgard, often. Most of the time you went for a week at the end of each month. It was nice to visit the motherland and return to a familiar home. Loki finally began to accept that Earth was his home and he started to feel…. Happy here. He didn’t really care if he was on Asgard, or Voromir, or Earth, so long as he was with you.

It seemed everyone was happy, moving on, building their lives back up from the chaos that had been the last five years.

Until Secretary Ross came in and said he was introducing a new plan for the Avengers -- The Sokovian Accords. Wanda had accidentally killed some citizens, and now the government was cracking down on the team.

“Steve’s right,” Shannon suddenly said, once the debate had broken out about the accords. Sides were being taken, quickly. So far, Sam and Steve were against signing this treaty, as it were. Natasha, Vision, and Rhodey leaned on the side of complying with the government.

“What?” Tony asked, shocked. He pulled up an image of a boy, a boy who was crushed by some of the destruction caused in Sokovia. You felt a pang of guilt. “You’re telling me you’re okay with that?” Tony demanded of his wife.

“I’m saying that the Avengers should be able to go out and save the people and clear the danger from becoming worse. We shouldn’t have to wait to be called upon to save the day. That’s not what we are, that’s not why we were formed.”

“Exactly. Tony, what if there’s somewhere we need to go, and we can’t because of this?”

“The Avengers were created to save the world from whatever threat is upon the Earth. So for us to be there like sitting ducks… it’s infuriating because I could be healing people while the rest of you are handling whatever’s left,” Shannon responded.

“Y/N is awfully quiet,” Natasha remarked.

“Look, I’m not an Avenger, not official, so I--”

“Right, her vote doesn’t count,” Tony interjected with a smile at you.

“But I agree with you, Tony,” you finished.

Tony did a double take. “What?”

“What?” Shannon scoffed. “Y/N/N, what--”

“Shannon, toying with forces unknown will result in bad outcomes. Maybe it’s good you--we-- don’t go running to every fight. Look where that got me. I became a slave because I thought I could help fight them.”

“You were forced to do something you didn’t want to, Y/N. But as the Avengers it’s our duty to defend the only home we have against whatever or whoever tries to come and take over.”

“No matter the cost?” you asked incredulously.

“How would you feel if everyone on this earth became a slave because we were told we couldn’t stop the threat from doing that to us? It would mean that everything we've done would be for nothing.”  

“I understand that but look at New York, look at Sokovia, look at what just happened with Wanda. If Banner had been more under control, or if we’d had the government to help extract the citizens…. Maybe we wouldn’t have as many casualties.”

“You know we wouldn’t have any casualties from New York if you and your boy toy hadn’t come in storming the place,” Sam retorted and you shot him a look of frustration.

“We’re going to get nowhere arguing like this,” Tony stated. “The accords are being signed in a week, in Vienna. I suggest you all be there, if you don’t want to be considered criminals.”

With that, he left the room, Steve got a text message, and you and Shannon stared at each other.

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Loki said he was staying out of it, but supported your decision either way. You informed him you would sign as a symbol of good faith to the government and to show you could comply. Maybe order was a good thing.

A week later, you were in Vienna with Tony, Rhodey, Nat, and Vision. Vision complimented you for making a sound decision. Nat said she was glad to see you there. Tony was… still bitter about Shannon and didn’t talk much.

Until the next thing you knew was the signing had exploded.

From there, it was a whirlwind of fighting. Apparently, the Winter Soldier, the man who had trained Shannon, Steve’s old friend Bucky had blown the place up. Steve went after him, only to be arrested and all of them in captivity, until Bucky was reactivated.

Shannon, Steve, Bucky, and Sam were fugitives. They had escaped holding and you and Tony had figured out they were headed for the airport.

That’s when things got really hairy. When you ran into them, you were trying to stop them, just hoping they’d give themselves up. But Steve and Bucky were determined to chase down a phantom. For you, it wasn’t about the Accords or Bucky or any of it. You had made a promise to the UN, and now you had to bring the others in.

On one side, it was Steve, Sam, Bucky, Shannon, Wanda, Pietro, Scott, and Clint.

On your side, it was you, Tony, Rhodey, Vision, Nat, Peter, and T’Challa.

Utter hell broke loose between the two opposing sides. You mainly focused on fighting Wanda and Shannon, the two you could do the most damage against. Ultimately though, Steve and Bucky got away with the help of Shannon and Nat. Tony followed them.

When the fight ended though, you and Shannon made up, as did you and the rest of the group. You felt the accords were silly, and slightly unnecessary, but it seemed like a step in the right direction. You respected everyone’s choice on the matter though, and that’s what everyone said once the physical fighting was over. Everyone had civil discourse on what had happened. But ultimately, Rhodey had to make the call to Ross to ask that they all be arrested.

“No, Rhodey, you can’t do that,” you begged, turning to him. “Come on, they were just trying to help Bucky, you know this. Come on, it’s Steve. It’s Shannon,” you pleaded. “We can’t do this!”

He continued to stay on the phone as he talked to you. “It’s out of my hands, Y/N. You know as well as I do if we just let this go, we’ll all be as good felons too.”

“It’s okay,” Shannon assured. “He’s right, Y/N. It’s your duty to call this in.”

“No,” you argued. “I didn’t sign up for this shit. I signed up to stop threats. No one here is a threat,” you retorted, angry. “You didn’t get a chance to keep me from jail. You pulled strings to get me out early. I want to be better for you. You don’t belong in a jail cell. Vision, come on. You know as well as I do none of them belong in prison!” You were trying to plead with the people on your side, but their hands were tied.

“Y/N,” Shannon said softly, “it’s okay. It’ll be okay. Tony won’t let any of us stay in a cell too long. It’ll be a slap on the wrist. He’ll make sure everyone gets cut some slack and gets out. No civilians got hurt. It was just us. We’ll be alright.” She came up and rubbed your back.

You peered at her, glancing to all of your friends. “I don’t like it.”

“I know,” she agreed. “It’ll be fine.”

The government showed up and all of them stood still, not fighting as handcuffs were put on them. That part killed you.Meanwhile, you tears were hot on your face as Vision wrapped you in an embrace, trying to comfort you.

You never wanted anyone locked away, especially Shannon. She didn’t deserve the same fate you had after New York. Truthfully, none of them did. Tony could be stubborn, and you knew he thought they got what they deserved except for Shan, but you couldn’t bear to see them in that prison.

--------------------------------- Tony walked into the floating cell that held all of his friends, including his wife. He didn’t want her to be here, or any of them, really. But the law was the law. He walked up to her cell after he made a round to everyone else. Perhaps it was because he couldn’t bear to look at her just yet.

“Shan…” He started, his voice sounding broken. “What the hell, babe? You went against me on this? We fought? Physically. What the hell happened?”

“Tony, you know how I feel about this. As a team we were formed to save.” She turned her body to face him. She didn’t attempt to come closer to the cell wall. She didn’t want to get shocked again. “I’m sorry we fought but we needed to get Bucky out of there, you wouldn't really understand why I did it but I did and I don’t regret it.”

“I’m so glad you were concerned with getting Roger’s friend out of there,” he snapped, beyond angry and hurt. “Shannon, I needed you, beside me. I thought as my wife you’d support me, back me up. And then you just… You decided to go against not only me, but most of the global governments. Was this all to get back at me in some way or…? I gotta know.” He had that signature amused, irritated look. He was at his wits end.

“Tony, would you not make this about yourself for once? I’ve always stood by your side in everything!” she shouted and took a deep breath. “I was not about to sign something that makes me the government's pet going when they call. You would have done the same thing to  save Rhodey if it had been you in Steve’s shoes.” She got up, walking a little bit close. “Just like I would have done for Y/N or you, not that it seems to matter to you.” she lowered her voice at the end.

“How can you say it doesn’t matter?” he asked, his voice low, hurt. “Shan, everything you do matters to me. That’s why it hurt so bad to know you fought me on this.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. He shook his head. “Shan, babe, I just wanted us to be on the same side. We’re not always on the same side, and it kills me when we aren’t. It surprised the hell out of me when you said you disagreed with me on this. When I found out that you weren’t going to sign, I freaked.”

She stepped as close as she could to the plexiglass. “All my life all I’ve know is following orders and being the assassin they want me to be and I finally got away from that when we created the Avengers and I met you,” the pain in her eyes was evident she hated that she hurt him like this but she didn’t want to live through another version of her past. “And now you ask me to do it all over again but as a soldier to the government? It took me years to feel comfortable in my own skin after all the atrocities I did back then I won’t start again from zero.” She wiped the few tears that had escaped. She couldn’t do this. She wouldn’t, not if she had the choice.

He sighed, rubbing his neck. He started nodding. “You know what? You’re right. I never thought of it that way. I saw it my way and that’s all I could see. All I saw and heard was that you weren't backing me up, and I freaked. But you’re absolutely right. You’ve never gotten autonomy and for the first time in your life, you got a chance to do that. I’m just sorry it ended in this. You gotta help me right now though. Where did they go?” he implored, staring at her. “I want to help them, but you gotta tell me where they went.”

“How do I know you're not just going to lock them in here with us?” She scrunched her eyebrows. “They should already be at the location, Tony. They need to end what Zemo started.”

He frowned. “Zemo… Where would he have gone?”

She looked at Sam who shook his head as if knowing what was going on. “ I can’t tell you Tony.” she points to the cameras with her eyes hoping he’d get why.

He sighed before pulling his watch up, running his finger over a few things. “There, audio is out. We have thirty seconds. If you ever trusted me for a moment in our life, you’ll tell me now. It’s either me or the government,” he challenged.

“It’s you Tony,  it’s always. “ she stopped. “They’re in Siberia that's where all the other super soldiers are frozen.” she put her hand to the glass not caring that she’d get shocked. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he vowed, kissing his fingers and pressing them against the glass. “Gimme some time. I’m gonna go help them, and I’ll be back to get you babe. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you or on your side.” He gave her an apologetic smile.

She winced at the pain of the shock. “Just please be careful...fuck!” she pulled her hand back from the glass. “Damn you Ross!” she glared at the camera and she looked down at her hand to see that it was bleeding.

“I’ll take care of that prick,” Tony promised. “Love you. Be back in a bit.” With that, he turned and was off. He needed to get to Steve and Bucky before the UN caught on.

-------------------- Tony arrived at the bunker, happy to help Bucky and Steve, only to have that idea shattered. The truth of his parents murder sent him reeling and he launched into a full on fight, ready to tear Bucky apart. Steve left him and his suit broken in the bunker as T’Challa had captured Zemo.

Steve and Bucky went off to God knows where, and T’Challa, Tony, and Zemo returned to the States. Tony got back and got Shannon a deal. He immediately got Shannon out of the prison as soon as possible, as he did with Clint and Scott, both who had kids. The rest stayed in the prison cell until Tony could maybe work something else out.

But by the time Tony started on the paperwork, Steve had busted everyone out of the floating prison. He sent Tony and Shannon a letter saying if anyone needed him, he’d be there for them.

As of that moment, everyone knew the Avengers were no more.

You kept in a bit of contact with Wanda, Pietro, and Steve, keeping the correspondence from Tony. Ultimately, you had to return to Asgard with Loki and Thor for Odin and you lost touch for around a year.

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My (Very) Spoiler Filled Review of Fantastic Beasts: Crimes of Grindlewald

That movie was so much better than I was expecting considering all the reviews I’ve seen knocking it hard for the past week. Here’s my recap of my experience with it character-by-character, as well as some of my responses to reviews/criticism I read beforehand-- let me know what you think! 

Read at your own risk, there’s a lot of spoilers here. Scroll REALLY fast until you see the gif I put at the end, mobile users! I’m sorry read mores don’t work for you! 

1. Newt Scamander, never change. I found myself going ‘awwww’ way too much over this man in this movie. He’s so quirky and so true to himself the whole way through, and I absolutely am in awe of it. He’s seriously a dream of a man. The gentleness he gives toward his creatures and his utter playfulness with the ZouWu (look me in the eye and tell me that didn’t make you feel all warm inside) was breathtaking. Eddie Redmayne once again outdid himself with his portrayal of Newt. His expressions this movie too were phenomenal, especially since we didn’t always hear Newt speaking. A+ to him all across the board.

2. Let’s talk about Queenie. I see a lot of people upset at what Queenie became in this movie, but in all reality, I don’t think it’s as out of character as everyone is saying. Think about it: Queenie experienced something traumatic. She found the one man she loves more than anything, and then suddenly he’s ripped away from her because of a rule the main four all acknowledged in some way was super ancient and not right. She gets him back, but yet again, she is hounded with society being like “Hey, we see your love, but it’s not right and we will send you to prison if you try marrying each other.” That stuff gets to you. It makes you think irrationally. Someone mentioned “But Queenie was so smart last time and now she’s acting like an idiot.” Well, yeah. That’s kind of what Jacob was saying. It’s because she feels threatened, and that pressure has gotten to her so much that she is desperate to find a fix for it. Was it a lot to use a love potion on Jacob? Yes. Was it a lot to jump the gun and follow Grindlewald? Yes. But she felt she had no choice. She was backed into a corner, and Grindlewald held out his hand and said he can make all her dreams come true. When you are desperate, you’re going to take whatever chances you can get. 

3. By the way, let’s talk about Grindlewald. I walked into this expecting Hitler 2.0 to be honest, but what we got is kind of scarier in a way. Grindlewald is, as we saw in the first movie with his “Won’t we die just a little” comment to Newt, not exactly wrong. He’s fighting for things that should be fixed. He wants freedom and he wants truth. He wants wizards to have to not live in shame, and he wants them to be able to marry muggles and even interact with them without shame. However, he’s a bad guy fighting behind these causes. His methods and means of going about things are all wrong. With the WWII vision he saw, he pandered to fear to gain support. He took the message and said “Hey, this is the future if we don’t act” without informing them that, sorry to break it to you, that’s the future regardless. And that my friends is dangerous. He’s so sly and he’s so manipulative, and he gets away with what he does with his supporters because he’s not fighting for a bad cause. It sends chills up and down my spine thinking of it. Also, I’m not too fond of Depp, but his delivery of Grindlewald, especially during the speech, was fantastic. If anything, his role of the villain offers you a chance to hate him all you want. I really enjoyed his portrayal this time around.

4. Oh my goodness, Newtina. I’ll admit, I wasn’t the biggest Newtina fan coming into this film. I liked them, but idk, the chemistry wasn’t really there for me and it seemed a bit forced. This film, however, changed my mind. My heart freakin broke hearing Newt call out to Tina in his home. He looked so utterly devastated. And Tina reacting so hurt to him, calling him Mr. Scamander? Rip out my heart and serve it on a plate, will you? Newt is freakin precious around her, and you could actually feel he was crazy about her this time. His cute little fawning over her eyes and her stance was precious. It reminded me of when Harry talks about Ginny having nice skin. Tina’s admiration for Newt also was precious. The way she finished his sentence, the way she understood his methods with the ZouWu? Idk, I could feel she really is starting to understand him and become attached. My heart melts for them this time around, and even though the kiss didn’t come, I think it’ll be there next time and beautiful as ever.

5. Dumbledore. Jude Law can freakin slay. I absolutely was in love with everything about his portrayal of Dumbledore. I literally have no complaints, he was perfection.

6. Credence, or whoever you are. This was a bit of whirlwind. If there was ever a part where I got tripped up, it was probably at this reveal. One moment he’s the son of that nanny of his, then he’s a Lestrange, and the next moment he’s some random? I really feel for his frustration because how do you even comprehend all that. I full out shouted though when his big ending cliffhanger thing happened. A lot of people are tripped up because “in the canon verse Dumbledore only had one brother and one sister, JKR is ruining everything, doom and gloom forever.” However, let’s look at what JKR said: not everything we think we know at the end is true. This could be another one of Grindlewald’s mind games. Remember, Queenie told Grindlewald Credence was unsure of his choice. What if this is a ploy to retain his trust? And, if it is true, what if there is a lot more to the story that we will find out that explains why Credence went absolutely unknown and unspoken of in the original Harry Potter books? We are only two movies in to a five part series, everyone. There’s time to figure things out. Don’t let that stop you from enjoying the movie and ones to come.

7. My dear Leta & Theseus. Theseus was what I thought he would be. The kind of outgoing, stiff, Percy-like character who plays a near opposite of his brother. I liked though the moments when Theseus let his guard down and took care toward Newt. His hug was one of those times, and at the end when Newt hugs him back? Magic, right there. I wish we knew a bit more about how he came to be with Leta, but that’s okay. I loved getting to know her a bit and see her past with Newt. She seemed like someone who would give it all to protect those she felt she wronged or cared about, so I do not see her passing as all that out of the blue. Someone needed to do it, and it did two really important things. One, it gave Theseus something other than his boring ministry job’s orders to fight for. Two, it made Newt finally choose a side. Though our time was short with her, I adored her being around.

8. And then there’s Nagini. I feel like we will get way more time with her toward the end of the series. I loved her being there as Credence’s support and friend. I’m still wildly intrigued as to how she ends up in Voldemort’s company, especially after seeing her so pointedly choose against Grindlewald. 

9. The Troublemakers: Nicolas Flamel and McGonagall. Flamel was honestly really funny here, and I know some people have said he was pointless, but I really enjoyed him being there. He provided a good moment of comic relief, and in the end he helped save the day. Not every character has to be some dark, deep character. As for Minerva, I know the timeline is wrong. I get it. I think that was a bit of fan service so people who are HP fans but aren’t as into FB see a familiar face. Not everyone is reading up on HP lore and timelines. To some people, there is no problem with it. It sucks for those who know about the issue, but I don’t think it’s enough to start a riot against JKR for. There’s loads that doesn’t always make sense in the HP universe, and frankly, this will go down with that. Take a deep breath and move forward, everyone.

10. Lastly, Jacob. My sweet summer child. He’s really put through the ringer with this movie. One second he’s engaged, the next second he’s lost in London, then his girlfriend suddenly isn’t with him and he finds her at some villain rally? One man can only take so much. I feel for him at the end when he’s so incredibly lost and looking ready to die. Bless Tina for keeping an eye on him. I’m really glad he has Newt around. His moments with Newt were adorable, and I love that he, much like Tina, is starting to accept that Newt’s just a quirky guy. He’s starting to read and understand him more, which I loved the expression of when he stops going on about Queenie to talk about Tina for the very depressed Newt. He’s really coming around. I hope there’s a happy ending in the ropes for him. He’s more than just a character used for comic relief. I think he has something destined in the future. I just want it to be good.

Thanks for reading this incredibly long review! As reward, enjoy a Newt.

#fantastic beasts spoilers #fbcog #newt scamander #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fantastic beasts #crimes of grindlewald #cog spoilers #fbawtft

[mysticharleyquinn]

Hrrmph! A Hartnell Era Meta

I’ve just finished the William Hartnell’s run as The Doctor and the first Doctor’s run in Doctor Who, so I figured I’d write a meta about the characters and the acting instead of the production. So, let’s start off with the man who would make sure Doctor Who shone like the star it’s meant to be: 

Have you ever thought what it's like to be wanderers in the Fourth Dimension? Have you? To be exiles? Susan and I are cut off from our own planet - without friends or protection. But one day we shall get back. Yes, one day. William Hartnell was the perfect choice for Early Doctor Who. We first meet the Doctor in An Unearthly Child and he’s a far cry from the man we’re used to be. This is The Doctor at the very beginning of his life and he has yet to understand the compassion that drives him and his future incarnations. He kidnaps Ian and Barbara (more on them later) and whisks them away to the stone age, and during their first adventure he almost kills a caveman! In The Daleks he purposefully sabotages the TARDIS just so he can explore this strange planet that he’s never been too before, the gall! He starts to soften overtime during the first season but The Aztecs give one of Harnell’s most memorable lines:  You can't rewrite history. Not one line! By the end of Season 1, he’s come to think of Ian and Barbara as family just as much as Susan is his granddaughter. His character has been evolving over the stories and Hartnell is a master performer, able to bring the character to life with his indignant outrage, soft and gentle, and later down the road absolute comedy gold. With Season 2 comes a changing of the guard. Susan (more on her later) has left the TARDIS on Earth and that leaves the Doctor, Ian, and Barbara traveling alone for an unknown amount of time.  Then in The Rescue comes a series tradition: The Orphan in the TARDIS. Vicki is all by her lonesome in the 25th century until she meets Ian, Barbara, and The Doctor. From then on she’s practically adopted by the Doctor. Vicki coming aboard provides a vital element towards The Doctor’s character. Gone are the days where he’s a rough and calloused old man, instead he treats Ian and especially Barbara like his own children, doting on them and constantly making sure that they’re alright. When Vicki comes along, his mischievous side comes out. You can feel the chemistry in the actors when he’s on screen with them, and The Romans highlights how glorious Vicki and The Doctor’s relationship is. That is until The Chase happens and we’re suddenly losing Ian and Barbara. The Doctor is devastated, he sounds heartsbroken. “I HAVE TRIED FOR TWO YEARS TO GET YOU TWO BACK HOME!” He’s roaring at them in total anger, calling them idiots and stupid but we at home know how much he’s hurting. Vicki promises that she won’t leave and that she’s staying with The Doctor, and in turn gain a new companion: Steven. (Definitely more on him later) The final episode of Season 2 is “The Time Meddler.” And this is extremely important because it shows off for the first time another member of The Doctor’s species: The Monk.  The Monk has already changed history, and instead of a villain he’s more treated like a naughty child. The way The Doctor giggles and hoots with the Monk before rounding on him in righteous anger is a treat to see.  Now we move onto Season 3, where most of his stories are lost but they are some of his best. The Myth Makers shows Vicki being lost to the Trojans in a whirlwind of chaos, and it’s just Steven and The Doctor in what is doubtlessly the masterpiece of Hartnell’s first era: The Dalek’s Master Plan The prologue of Mission to the Unknown sets up the scene of what is one of the grandest stories and shows how desperate Doctor Who was to push the envelope and go to such exotic locations. Galaxy 4 already took us to an alien world, and sooner than that was The Web Planet, but the Master Plan shows everything coming together. Hartnell is in top form here, but the devastation weighs heavy on his heart. “ What a waste. What a terrible waste.” And we see him at his most broken and defeated in The Massacre with a somber soliquity after Steven storms out of the TARDIS: “My dear Steven, history sometimes gives us a terrible shock, and that is because we don't quite fully understand. Why should we? After all, we're too small to realise its final pattern. Therefore don't try and judge it from where you stand. I was right to do as I did. Yes, that I firmly believe. [Steven leaves the TARDIS] Steven... Even after all this time, he cannot understand. I dare not change the course of history. Well, at least I taught him to take some precautions; he did remember to look at the scanner before he opened the doors. And now, they're all gone. All gone. None of them could understand. Not even my little Susan. Or Vicki. And as for Barbara and Chatterton — Chesterton — they were all too impatient to get back to their own time. And now, Steven. Perhaps I should go home. Back to my own planet. But I can't... I can't... “ Soon after that, Steven returns and the infamous Dodo Chaplet joins the TARDIS, and his character quickly returns to the grandfatherly figure we all know and love. I would like to skip ahead to his final story, and one of the most important in Doctor Who history: The Tenth Planet. Not only does it introduce the Cybermen, but it introduces the one concept that would change the foundation of the show forever: Regeneration. In hindsight, the signs seem to be there. The Doctor was at the heart of The Dalek’s gigantic time bomb in The Master Plan and during The Savages he’s had his energy drained more. Maybe one starts to think this was planned.  “This is not the end...” He staggers towards the TARDIS and changes into a new man. He started out as an old grump in a junkyard, but he leaves with his head held as high as he can, the warm and loving grandfather. Of course, no Doctor is complete without his companions, and The Doctor has plenty of them. Let’s start with the first of them: His own Granddaughter, Susan Foreman.   

Grandfather and I don't come from Earth. Oh, it's ages since we've seen our planet. It's quite like Earth, but at night the sky is a burned orange, and the leaves on the trees are bright silver. Susan is a bit of an oddity. As the first companions along side Ian and Barbara, her time in the TARDIS is mostly unmemorable. I’ll be honest, the writing at the time never gave her the type of character she was meant to be. She would scream her head off like a frightened little girl and cling onto the adults for dear life.  We see later on that she’s starting to grow up, but her departure is perhaps her most famous.  The Doctor: During all the years I've been taking care of you, you in return have been taking care of me. Susan: Oh, Grandfather, I belong with you! The Doctor: Not any longer, Susan. You are still my grandchild and always will be. But now, you're a woman too. I want you to belong somewhere, to have roots of your own. With David, you will be able to find those roots and live normally like any woman should do. Believe me, my dear, your future lies with David and not with a silly old buffer like me. One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine. Goodbye, Susan. Goodbye, my dear How does one speech dictate how a show will continue on? Susan’s importance in the episodes themselves might not have been very memorable, but it’s her departure that changes something in The Doctor. She isn’t someone to be coddled anymore, and even though it rips his hearts apart, he has to let her go. The scenes where he’s asking for Susan to fiddle with the controls and realizes she’s no longer there, it’s disheartening. Without Barbara and Ian, he’d be lost. Speaking of which...

Ian: There is someone coming. Barbara: Goodbye, Doctor! Thanks for the ride. Ian: Yeah, it was fun, Doctor. goodbye. If The Doctor is the soul of the show, then for the longest time Ian and Barbara were the heart. It is impossible to talk about one without mentioning the other due to how influential they are to this show. As I mentioned earlier, during their first adventure with The Doctor he kidnapped them and whisked them away throughout time and space. It’s Ian who first changes The Doctor’s ways and turns him into the moral champion of justice we would come to know him as. It’s Barbara who gives him a good tongue lashing when Ian is out. These two represent everything a companion should be. Smart, Dependable, and Curious. Every time Ian fights for his life for his friends, you can feel the desperation and later the joy when he wins. When Barbara believes they should help, no force in the universe will get them to stop.  Ian and Barbara quickly become family to The Doctor, and helped shape his moral compass that can be felt even into the current series. The ending scene in The Chase where they’re frolicking about modern London and just enjoying being home is a fitting send-off for two of the best.

After all. That's why he went out there, to find out where we are. Anyway, that man looks quite friendly now. He's probably showing him to the nearest town. The changing of the guard is a difficult thing. While I have no doubts that Ian and Barbara could have carried the show beautifully, they too had to leave at some point. Before that though, they brought the beautiful and clever Vicki aboard the TARDIS.  Hailing from the 25th century, Vicki marks a turning point in Doctor Who. She is the first companion to willingly be brought aboard during Hartnell’s Era (something literally every other companion bar Susan cannot lay claim too) and her chemistry with Hartnell is instantaneous. Although there are some moments where she’s nothing more than Susan Lite, Vicki quickly marks out her own character by being everything Susan should have been. She’s witty, funny, and bursting with curiosity. One of her finest adventures is in The Romans, a hilarious tale where she and Hartnell get along like a pair of mischievous school children, off to the capital and leaving the old fusspots lazing around.  Vicki was there on the cusp of a turning point, and her absence is painful and noticeable during The Master Plan and her mere prescience is sorely missed. Mercifully, we have in my opinion one of the First Doctor’s greatest companions. 

What a gorgeous specimen Peter Purves is. He is not only one of the longest male companions The Doctor had (Jamie has taken that spot) but he is one of the best early ones. Steven Taylor is one of if not the best companion the 1st Doctor had. He’s hot-headed, rash, trusts the Doctor implicitly but he’s not afraid to give him a good yelling when it boils down to it. Season 3 was a transformative year for Doctor Who. They were throwing everything at the wall to see if it stuck, with Steven being the sole constant through a whirlwind. His anger and grief after The Master Plan over losing both Katarina and Sara is palpable, and the sheer frustration about The Doctor’s insistence to keep History on course is ultimately forced him out. “Oh, no. You just sent her back to her aunt's house where the guards were waiting to catch her. I tell you this much, Doctor, wherever this machine of yours lands next, I'm getting off. If your researches have so little regard for human life, then I want no part of it.” During Him and Dodo’s run, he’s treating her like an exasperated big brother, scolding her and making sure she’s safe. During The Gunfighters we show off his impressive singing ability! Purves as an actor could do it all, providing the seriousness and drama when required and later making us bust a gut with laughter.  It’s only fitting that Steven is picked to make peace in The Savages and thus end his time in the TARDIS. His absence in my opinion is most noticeable even as new faces come and go.

No, it isn't. I'm crying this time. Oh boy. The Infamous Dodo Chaplet. Is she really as bad as they say she is? So much so that she’s most famous for dying of an STD and getting gunned down. No one can seem to have a high opinion of her, and I find myself in the middle. I don’t believe Dodo was an awful character. The Celestial Toymaker has shown however her almost incredulous stupidty but it’s marred by other stories such as The Gunfighters that dare I say she was even competent. She burst from the TARDIS full of gusto and adventure and she could shine when the time is right. She had the second shortest run of any of The 1st Doctor’s companions and it’s most noticeable in her departure. Not a proper goodbye, just a not stating she’d like to stay home. I feel like if given more time, she could have been remembered more fondly.

Ben: Hey, come on Doctor, wakey wakey! It's all over now. Polly: Doctor? The Doctor: What did you say, my boy? It's all over. That's what you said. No, but it isn't all over. It's far from being all over. Ben: What are you talking about? Now, Ben and Polly are most famous for being the 2nd Doctor’s companions, but they got their start in Hartnell’s Era and my word do they shine wonderfully. With only two stories under their belt with the 1st Doctor it’s agnozing we never saw these three together more because the results are wonderful. Both Polly and Ben’s performers are so full of emotion and character you can forget that they’ve only been with the TARDIS for two adventures. The Smugglers is a wonderful piece of storytelling that sets us up nicely for The Tenth Planet, and that serial really shows off how wonderful these two are. Polly’s indignant objections to the Cybermen and Ben’s clever methods of stalling and defeating them prove why they are instrumental for the 1st Doctor’s final installment. They’re a wonderful representation of the Swinging Sixties coming to life in the TARDIS and on Doctor Who.

Dalek Supreme: Rebels of London, this is your last offer - our final warning. Leave your hiding places. Show yourselves in the open streets. You will be fed and watered. Work is needed from you... but the Daleks offer you life. Rebel against us and the Daleks will destroy London completely. You will all die. The males, the females, the descendants. Rebels of London, come out of your hiding places. Cyberman: You must come and live with us. Polly: But we cannot live with you, you're different! You have no feelings! Cyberman: Feelings? I do not understand that word. Doctor: Emotions! Love! Pride! Hate! Fear! Have you no emotions, sir, hmm? For every good hero, there must be a good villain. And early Doctor Who gave us two of the best and most memorable. I’m not saying that the Daleks and Cybermen are the only baddies Hartnell Era Doctor Who produced that’s highly memorable. The Monk, the Celestial Toymaker, the aliens in Galaxy 4, there is a long line of baddies that are just teething with possibility. But these two are the most famous. The Daleks are a frightening force in the galaxy. First brought onto Skaro in The Daleks, they quickly established themselves as a universal threat with The Chase and finally The Dalek’s Master Plan. During both of the latter stories, the Daleks relentlessly pursued The Doctor and companions and carved a bloody gash through time and space that would forever leave audiences shaking at the core at how terrifying the Daleks could and ought to be. The Cybermen, while primarily famous for later serials, also had such a strong start. Trapped in a base in the antarctic, the first ever Cybermen are sympathetic and mean to the core. Mondas is dying, and they are desperate to save their home and survive. They have no emotion, for they do not need them. They resist the heat, the cold, and suffer no pain.  The humanity has been stripped by the early Cybermen, but ghastly images still remain. A human eye clearly visible, the human-hands and the bulk machines. The Cybermen were a representative of what humanity could become if pushed far enough to the brink. Their first and only outing with the 1st Doctor is bone-chilling. Marvelous work.

In Conclusion... Doctor Who started out as an educational show. That’s why the shift between historical and science fiction was so great, and why ultimately a science and history teacher (Ian and Barbara respectively) were the first ever companions because their job was to teach the audience. But Doctor who grew into something more than that, and through the years of William Hartnell’s time as the Doctor we visited breath-taking locales, explored strange and wonderful ideas, and in hindsight, saw the birth of a series that’s still going strong to this day.  Please watch the 1st Doctor’s run, I had thought that I would despise it, that the special effects would be old and hokey and the acting would be of similar quality. How wrong I was. If you’re willing to look past the budget and the cheap costumes, you will find something brimming with intelligence and life like no other.  Thank you for reading this. :)

#Doctor Who #1st Doctor #Ian Chestertone #Barbara Wright #Susan Foreman #Vicki (Doctor Who) #Steven Taylor #Dodo Chaplet #Polly Wright #Ben Jackson #The Cybermen #The Daleks

[mad-madam-m]

You're welcome :) I haven't watched k-drama since rediscovering the beauty of animation after university. May I ask for recommendations? Btw I was thinking of how to ask about the Pidge/Allura fic that you mentioned at the end of Heartstone so I'm guessing(hoping) Heartstone p2 in one of those screenshots means it is still a thing

Bahaha, yes, the Heartstone p2 in my Ideas screenshot is the Pidge/Allura one I mentioned. I’m trying to figure out what to do with it but so far it’s “Pidge and Allura fall in love, Keith attempts to learn to people.” WHO KNOWS maybe the new seasons will knock something loose.

And OH BOY do I have some K-drama recs for you:

Coffee Prince - I think everybody gets started with Coffee Prince because it’s fairly easy to get into, it’s not super angsty, and even though the main dude is a bit of an asshole--the main dudes usually are--he gets over it. Basic plot is a girl gets mistaken for a boy and ends up with a job at a coffee shop staffed entirely by guys. She also discovers a passion for being a barista, in addition to falling for the owner of the shop...who is the one who thinks she’s a guy. It’s basically a coffee shop AU. It’s delightful.

Faith - A modern-day doctor gets pulled back to Korea’s past when the head of the king’s guard comes through a time portal looking for a legendary doctor to save the queen’s life. BOATLOADS of political intrigue, a dash of magic, angst and fluff and people you like die and people you hate die and ultimately, there’s a happy ending. This one was like...so much of my catnip; I loved it. I need to rewatch it soon.

City Hunter - Are you looking for a modern-day drama filled with vigilante justice where a masked hero takes down corrupt politicians? That’s City Hunter. Said vigilante hero in this drama is played by the same actor who was the captain of the king’s guard in Faith, and I adore him to pieces. The female lead is a girl who’s just basically gotten into Korea’s version of the Secret Service, so she often ends up being assigned to protect the very politicians the male lead is going after. Throw in a pretty prosecutor and a very awesome veterinarian who knows how to keep secrets and you have the recipe for a great action-oriented drama. There’s ONE death in this series that I entirely ignore, but everything else is A+.

Mary Stayed Out All Night - I fucking loved this drama, okay. See, Mary’s dad is in loads of debt and he meets an old friend who’s very wealthy and agrees to pay off his debt, if Mary will marry his son, Jung In. So Mary’s dad agrees to this, tells Mary she’s getting married, and she goes “oh hell no I’m not.” So she talks this guy she ran over with her car--Mu Gyul, and I swear it makes sense in context--into posing for pictures with her where she’s in a wedding dress and he’s in a tux. (Actually, I think their friends come up with this idea. Their friends are...not great.) So she shows these pictures to her dad and says “Sorry, Dad, whirlwind romance, I’m already married, please leave me alone and let me finish school” and he goes “...yeah I basically already signed you up for a marriage license.”

And there’s no way for her to get out of that without 1) a divorce and 2) sending her dad to jail for fraud, but she also REALLY doesn’t want to be in an arranged marriage. So what does she do? She tells her dad to give her 100 days where she’ll practice being married to both guys and make a choice at the end of it.

What follows is an absolute delight, because Mary has great chemistry with both Mu Gyul and Jung In, and the boys have great chemistry with each other, and really all together they make a functional adult. It doesn’t end with canon OT3, but you definitely get a lot of fodder for that particular ship and it’s PRETTY CLEAR the actors were totally on board.

The Moon Embracing the Sun - This is another historical, and I am not even going to try to summarize it because it’s so plotty and so much is going on and it’s so good. The very, very short version is: the crown prince falls in love with Yeon Woo and wants to marry her. Unfortunately, his conniving grandmother has another candidate for crown princess in mind and she does not like Yeon Woo at all. And grandmother is willing to do whatever it takes to get Yeon Woo out of the picture. However, another character has, for reasons, pledged to keep Yeon Woo safe and how she goes about that is just...wow. WOW. The characters are fantastic, the sets and costumes are gorgeous, and the story is so, so good. It’s very angsty, but there is a happy ending. 

Miss Panda and Mr. Hedgehog - I’m not finished with this one yet but HOLY SHIT I love it. Baking! Found families! A prickly hero with a heart of gold! A sweet plucky female lead 100% determined to make her cafe succeed! Good friends who give good advice! Great sibling relationships! A super cute main romance! I just adore everything about this show and I’m so excited to see how it wraps up. 

I think that’s....almost every one I’ve seen over the past couple of years. XD My friends screen them for me before I watch (because I refuse to watch anything where everybody dies at the end) and so far they’ve been really good at picking ones they know I’ll enjoy. :-)

#Anonymous #M answers #K dramas #K drama recs #let me know if you like any of these #especially Mary #please God let's expand the English language fandom beyond 3 people

[caelesjjk]

Divine Part III

I just wanted to thank anyone who reads the things i write. it is so appreciated. This series is a Ashton/Luke love triangle and this part in particular you will notice involves only Luke, so the next part i post will be Ashton! -s

Today was the day. You had been working towards this day since you could remember. Today Luke would be picking the parts for the big showcase at the end of the year, and you wanted to dance as Aurora so badly you could almost taste it.

You made sure to work extra hard over the last week, you wanted him to know you were serious about this part. But there were so many talented dancers here, you weren’t certain how things would turn out.

So now, you sit alone in the studio, too worked up with nerves to sleep. You stretch your sore muscles and adjust the light pink leg warmers covering your calves. It was peaceful in this room now. No other students or beautiful instructors to distract you. There was only the sound of soft music coming from your phone that you propped against the mirror.

You stood up, rolling your head around and back a few times, closing your eyes to let yourself really become immersed in the music. Without thinking about the movements, you let your body lead you into the steps. Your feet glide across the floor and the soreness you once felt in every muscle dissipates away as you move.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been dancing when you suddenly hear his voice coming from the doorway.

“Could I see that last move again?” Luke says, breaking you from your trance and making you trip over your feet.

“What are you doing in here?” You ask. Rushing over to your phone and turning it off.

“I could ask you the same.” He crosses his arms over his chest and moves into the room.

“I..I couldn’t sleep.” You let out a long breath and push some stray hairs away from your face in frustration.

“Neither can I.”

“Worried about your decisions for the showcase?” You bite your lip.

“No. I know I’ve made the best possible choices for that.” He says, moving a bit closer to you. Your heart starts to beat faster.

“Then what could you possibly be losing sleep over?” You press your back against the mirror behind you, trying to put as much space as possible between the two of you.

“To be quite honest, I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N. It’s become almost impossible the more I get to know you.” Luke confesses. You have no idea how to respond.

“Well…maybe you could try harder?” You fumble over the words and your cheeks burn red with embarrassment.

Luke stops a few feet from you and throws his head back in laughter. You find yourself enjoying the sound of his laugh far more than you should. The dimples on his face when he laughs and smiles are so perfect, you can’t imagine there could be anything better.

“Maybe you should try not being so beautiful then? Do you honestly not realize how absolutely stunning you are?” His eyes meet yours with more seriousness now. You stay quiet, not sure what to say.

“You are, Y/N. Everything about you makes me want you. And I get this feeling that you’re off limits somehow, and I don’t know why.” Luke looks confused now.

“Maybe because I’m your student? I mean this is crazy Luke, this is supposed to be a professional relationship.” Your breathing is loud and uneven.

“What if I don’t want it to be?” He asks. He steps up closer to you, close enough that you can feel the heat from his lean body.

“Do you always get what you want?” You ask breathlessly.

“Usually.” He smirks and reaches up to gently touch his thumb to your chin.

“I can’t.” You shake your head and use your hand to slowly push him away.

“Why can’t you?” He gives you space, frustration clear on his face.

“Because I want to be the best goddamn ballet dancer this school has ever seen, and I can’t do that if I’m worried about you!” You can start to feel anger bubbling up inside you. You turned away from, leaning over to grab your bag from the floor.

You didn’t have time to process what happened next, it happened too quickly for you to object.

Luke rushed over to where you stood, and when you tried to stand up straight, his arms were around you too quickly. Your breath leaves your body all together when his lips come down next to your ear.

“You are absolutely maddening, you know that?” He whispers in your ear.

“Luke…” The rest of your words get lost in the whirlwind of thoughts running through your mind.

“I’m not here to force you to do something you don’t want to do. But you want me too.” You’re all too aware of his fingertips touching the skin of your stomach where your sweater had ridden up. But when you try to pull it down he stops you. “Why are you trying to do that?” He asks.

“Because I don’t want you to see me.” You say quietly.

“Your body is perfect, Y/N.” He holds you tighter.

“It’s far from perfect. I’m too…soft. Ballerina’s shouldn’t be soft.” You let your body relax against him the slightest bit.

“I want you to listen to me, Y/N, very carefully. I have never been so completely mesmerized by someone. I can’t take my eyes off of you when you’re dancing. I’d be a fool to.” His hands lightly sneak farther up your sweater so that his finger tips can run up and down your bare sides.

“I…need to go.” Your voice cracks. Luke’s face moves into the crook of your neck, his nose skimming along the hot skin of your neck and along your jaw.

“I’m not stopping you.” He whispers. Once you feel his perfect lips touch your skin you almost collapse, and that’s enough for you to compose yourself just enough to pull away.

“I’m…I mean we, are not doing this. What would people think?” You straighten your sweater and try to shake away the feeling of his lips and fingertips.

“You never came off as the type to care what people think.” Luke leans against the mirrored wall now, his face falling in disappointment.

“I do when they’re the people deciding my future, Luke. If another instructor found out…or Madame Durand? I’m sure they would kick me out and I’d be ruined! I can hardly think about it without freaking out.” You grab your bag off the floor quickly this time. You actually feel a bit angry towards Luke now, it came out of nowhere, but you knew it was because he was willing to risk everything, and you were not.

“You honestly think I would allow anything like that to happen to you?” Luke searches your eyes and wrinkles his forehead in confusion.

“I don’t know…no. But it doesn’t matter. I’m going to shower before class starts.” You turn away before you change your mind about kissing him.

“Sure I can’t join you?” You stop in your tracks, know when you look back at him, his panty dropping smirk will be on his face.

“I think I can manage.” You give him a small smile and wave before practically jogging to the bathrooms. You press your back against the door and slide to the floor, the cold, white tiles of the floor causing a chill to blanket your body.

Why can’t he just leave you alone? Is there not anyone else that he could occupy his time with? Why you? Why did he want you?

Those were the type of questions running through your head as you slowly crawled towards the showers and turned on the steaming water. You didn’t get up, you stayed sitting on floor of the shower, for some reason, you were always able to think better from this position.

After about 30 minutes, you could hear other students coming in and using the showers, but you didn’t budge until the hot water ran out and you were forced to get up. You weren’t even sure how to put yourself together after what happened just an hour ago in that classroom. But you had to. You had to get up, get dressed and put on a face that would convince everyone around you that absolutely nothing was bothering you.

You let your hair dry naturally, letting it fall over your shoulders in its waves, not bothering to put it in a bun for class today, you knew after that parts were given out that you would be excused for the day. You slid on a pair of jeans fresh from the dryer, the denim was warm and made you feel slightly more relaxed. The only thing you could think of that would complete your outfit was your ratty old Metallica tshirt that had once belonged to your mother, who once you got older informed you of her long lost “groupie days”. You couldn’t decide if you were proud or appalled when she had told you. The thoughts make you laugh a little as you slide the shirt over your head. You missed home more than you had thought.

You took your time walking through the hallways, watching as other girls scrambled past you in a cloud of nerves making their way to the classroom. You were more at ease now than you were a few hours ago. The thoughts of Luke’s touch come flooding back to your mind. His rough fingertips on your skin, and the way his warm lips made you feel like you were burning from the inside out.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Violet’s sweet voice says, bringing you out of the trance you were in.

“Fine. I’m fine.” You assure her, and walk the rest of the way next to her.

Luke is there in the classroom, waiting for everyone to finish arriving. The look on his face when he see’s you enter the room is nothing short of arrogant. He smiles and bites his lip. You glare at him but it only makes him smile wider.

“Ladies, I understand everyone is on edge this morning. So I won’t keep you waiting. Lets get right to it shall we?” Luke pulls a folded piece of paper out of the back pocket of his black jeans. This was it. Your stomach flipped over and over.

“Good luck, Y/N.” Violet whispers and takes your hand in hers. You smile softly and lay your head against her shoulder with your eyes closed.

“Your lead for this years showcase of Sleeping Beauty, is Y/N L/N.” Luke says your name, but it doesn’t even click in your head what is happening.

“Y/N! It’s you! He picked you” Violet nudges you with her elbow.

“What?” You blink over and over trying to comprehend.

“He said your name, you idiot!” Violet pushes you towards Luke. You stumble over your feet and walk towards him, looking back at Violet, making sure it wasn’t a joke.

“Congratulations, Y/N.” Luke says it quiet enough for only you to hear, smiling gently. He hands you a stack of papers, which you assume is the outline of the ballet that you’ll need to memorize.

After the initial shock has worn off, you start to feel suspicious. Did Luke give you this part because he has some kind of unexplained “thing” for you? Did he honestly think you deserved this opportunity? You decide to wait until everyone else has been given their parts and when they clear out of the classroom, you stay behind to confront Luke.

“Are you coming, Y/N? We are all going out to celebrate!” Violet and a few other girls are standing by the door waiting for you.

“Yeah. Just give me a minute?” You say. Violet nods and takes the other girls out the door with her.

You’re alone with him again now. But this time, you’re the one in charge. You can’t decide if what you’re feeling is just pure anger or resentment. How could he do this to you?

“Something the matter?” He asks, but doesn’t look up.

“Why? Why would you pick me? I know there are girls in here 10 times better than me.” You walk with a purpose to stand in the middle of the room, your arms crossed over your chest.

“There are girls with better technique than you.” He says, still not looking up.

“Then why am I holding this script and not one of them?” Your voice shakes and tears start to betray you.

“Because…because you are beautiful. The way you move…its like I’m the only one in a room of a thousand people that you’re dancing for. You love the art of it, all the little things. And my mother would have seen what I see. She would of known exactly what you’re capable of.” Luke had a look of complete frustration on his face as he spoke, his hand running through his blonde curls. He was the beautiful one.

“Luke…I just don’t know if I can do this. I wanted this more than anything, and now I have it and I’m scared.” You wrap your arms closer around yourself, more unwanted tears staining your face.

“I know you can. There was never a question in my mind on who would play this part, Y/N.” He steps towards you. His confidence in you almost makes you believe it too.

“Your mother played this part, I saw it in some of the schools yearbooks.” You recall to him. You hadn’t meant to be nosey, but curiosity got the best of you after you heard other girls talking about Luke.

“Yeah, she did.” The smile on his face doesn’t reach his cheeks, its almost a sad smile.

“Did…did something happen to her?” You ask.

“She died, Y/N. A few years ago.” He bites his lip, almost like he’s trying to repress some painful memories. He’s standing a few feet away from you, so you close the space and stand in front of him.

You aren’t sure if you’ll regret your next actions or not, but you don’t stop yourself from reaching your hand up towards his stubbly face and gently cupping his cheek. He almost immediately leans into your touch and you run your thumb along his cheek and beneath his eye.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper. Luke’s hand comes up to hold yours, leaving it against his face as he releases a long sigh.

“She loved this. Doing this whole teaching thing was the least I could do for her.” He explains as he turns his face to kiss the palm of your hand, its feather light, yet it sets you on fire.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit with all of this. You know what you’re talking about most of the time.” You smile and move your hand down to touch his jaw.

“Most of the time?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re a good teacher, Luke. Your mom would be proud of you.” You tell him.

“So what does this mean?” He motions towards your hand that’s still caressing his skin.

“I don’t know. All I know, is that I’m not going to risk my future. I just can’t.” You move to take your hand away but he stops you, grabbing your wrist and presses another kiss to the skin there.

“One of these days, you’ll stop running away from me.” He says into your wrist.

“Maybe. Maybe one day things won’t be so complicated.” You sigh.

“Go have fun. You are more than deserving of a celebration tonight.” Luke gives one final kiss to the top of your hand before he finally releases it.

“I guess I do, don’t I?” Your smile spreads across your whole face and his widens too.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.” Luke licks his lips before he turns to gather his things by the wall. You bite your lip and make your way towards the door. “Oh, and Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Save me a dance?” He asks. You weren’t sure if he meant tonight or at some other point but you nodded and gave him one last smile before leaving.

You could hardly believe that you were actually going to be dancing the lead part in the showcase. It was an actual dream come true. Five year old you would be so proud that you were going to be dancing as a princess in a ballet. You couldn’t wait to call your parents and tell them the good news. But first, it was time celebrate. This was one of those times where you were excited to go out with everyone.

You walked into your dorm room where Violet was just finishing up her make up.

“Finally! Hurry up and change so we can go!” She smears on another layer of bright red lipstick.

“I thought what I was wearing was okay?” You look down at your Metallica tshirt and jeans.

“What century is that shirt from?” She giggles.

“Its vintage!” You shout.

“Its terrible is what is what it is.” She walks over to her closet and tosses you a pair of black heels for you to slide on. The she walks over to you, pointer finger on her chin as she observes your outfit. “Do you trust me?” She says.

“Um…yes?” You aren’t sure what you’re getting yourself into.

Violet grabs a pair of scissors off of her desk and grabs the end of your tshirt, cutting up the side to your midsection and then cutting across the front and all the way around the back. You gasp out loud when you see what she’s done.

“There! Now you look fucking hot!” She twirls the scissors around her finger in triumph.

“Violet! Oh my god, I can’t believe you just did that!” You try to cover up all of your exposed skin by pulling it down but there’s no use.

“Slide on those heels and look at yourself.” She closes the closet door so that the full length mirror is in front of you. You hate to admit that you like the way it looks, but you’ve never worn anything quite so revealing.

“Are you sure?” You ask.

“Of course! Now lets go go go!” She pushes against your back to get you out the door. You don’t try to resist anymore and let her lead you down the hallway where the other girls are waiting by the front doors.

Everyone seems happy for you. Which was a pleasant surprise. You weren’t sure you would feel the same way if it had been one of them who had gotten the part.

Piling into the cab, everyone laughing and giggling makes you feel more at home than you in quite some time, and you were ready to see where the night would take you.

#5sos #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #elevateluke #lashton #love triangle #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #michael clifford #omg its adorable #next will be ashton #i cant even

[lustertherainwing]

hey, got any headcanons for anemone ?? or maybe anemarin too???

anemoneeee i love her....

and okay so let me just make a disclaimer that most of my headcanons are completely canon compatible BUT i rlly dont know abt anythign involving anemone later in the books, so some of my stuff MAY be ....inaccurate but. whatever i like my anemone the way she is-

so anemone is like. my second favorite character in the series (burn is number one holla hollaaa), because she is SO MORALLY GREY its enthralling imo. Shes a child, first of all, which i think is amazing in itself. The whole literary symbolism of children being innocent and pure and hopeful is completely turned on its ass with anemone, because she was abused by her shitty mother (and maybe father, idk), actually killed someone (not totally accidentally either), and is potentially one of the most powerful dragons in the world. we can discuss the awesome development the animus magic ACTUALLY contributes to her in a minute, but let me finish my train of thought - so essentially anemone is this chaotic whirlwind of a dragonet, instantly marked for greatness at the second you meet her, and completely defies standard literary symbolism, acting as a HUGE thematic element just by herself...

yo like . if you want the best character development, with the most conflicted and destroyed way of thinking, anemone is ur girl. hoooooo boy lets..lets keep going. 

She was raised on Corals hip from when she hatched because of her mom’s obsessive control issues, a disgustingly abusive hover mom who raised her daughter to LOATHE the idea of being tethered to ANYTHING (hint hint, morals), and to always be the absolute center of attention. A lot of people can flatten anemone to some petty rich girl trope, which is viable, sure, at surface level, but anemone (and honestly a lot of characters that fall in the rich girl trope) live on the praise and encouragement of others. Anemone is INCREDIBLY jealous of everything (note: not envious), and fears 1) losing the few things she has (her ‘friends’, possessions, stature, etc...), and 2) being alone and unappreciated. Bc she has absolutely 0 self esteem (shes a princess (she was born into that, didnt earn it), is an animus (is isolated from everyone and treated like a weapon), and has never had the freedom to /do/ anything other than be the two things i just mentioned. and she is AWARE of this and therefore is aware of how absolutely awful her life/self is). 

okay so, lets talk about...the animus magic. So animus magic, fundamentally, chips away at ones sense of judgement the more you use it (at least thats how it worked in arc 1, god knows what the fuck tui changed in arc 2, but idc im going off the first way), so the more you use it, the more reckless, and “insane” you become. so anemone, raised as a weapon, and raise with the EXTREME desire for freedom to do whatever the hell she wants, is obviously going to have some judgement issues in the first place. this animus magic acts as a trial of sorts, pushing anemone into this really interesting and unique moral threshold, where she can either recognize her flaws, accept them, and grow from them, or silence them more and become some chaotic disaster. so really she gets put between a rock and a hard place, and she has to choose, on the spot, which way she needs to go. ill let you think of ur own ways you would want it to end, but personally ive always enjoyed the idea that she teeters towards accepting herself (not completely ofc), and ..that whole thing. yada yada. happy-ish ending. woohoo

so anemone is this volatile, manipulative kid who really just wants validation and freedom, but has been stifled and shoved in a metaphorical box since she was hatched, and labeled as a potential danger, good for mass destruction. she has the potential to represent two different themes; 1 being that (in the happier ending scenario) the acceptance of pain, flaws, and that kinda stuff allows for growth and can help mend her behavior, 2 being (in the more grim ending) that the succumbing to ones trauma/etc and allowing it to define you and how you act ultimately destroys you, and those around you. (hopefully you can see why i enjoy the first ending better...)

and...if you’l allow me to take this a step further (and longer lol...), i’d like to talk abt my headcanons for future anemone...

so assuming she gets out with the happier ending (lets not talk about the sad one), i like to believe that anemone stews as princess for a while as tsunami continues managing the school with the other DoD, really bitter at her mom for being abusive and shitty (duh, me 2 anemone) and trying to forgive her mom, but really unable to, and ends up just getting more and more vengeful. so eventually, when shes probably 8 or so, she actually challenges coral for the throne, and after a really..rlly intense battle, with a lot of passion and pent up anger from anemone and bewildered betrayal and anger from coral, anemone ends up killing her mom and becoming queen, and then has to deal with a lot of second-guessing and guilt and just. tiredness, but ultimately (after a few years) recognizes that she /doesnt/ have to forgive her mom, or ANYONE for the shit theyve done to her, and that its her choice. 

and she decides that she is gonna fucking SLAY as a queen, do waaayy better than her mom (who literally just wrote shitty fanfiction all day and let everyone else do the governing.....), and tries to be honestly? the best dragon she can be. im so proud of her. my little girl...all grown up...............................wipes my tears

aaannnd regarding anemone and tamarin....i think its definitely a little kid crush, (i mean...in canon they are literally children) so i dont see it getting too far (tamarin is pretty gentle but i dont think anemone is ready for any kind of serious relationship until AFTER she figures herself out first. otherwise she’s probably gonna end up hurting other people. 

BUT i do enjoy the idea of her being gay. i mean ofc i called it (all my favorite characters are not straight. burn? demi/aro/gay/idk but shes not straight. coconut? gay. blaze and glacier? hahahah gay. i just call them how i see them, i dont make the rules.), and im GLAD she is gay....bc.....well duh. it works w my headcanons p well too bc my gay queen? who fucks the system because she never actually has any kids, and it ends up that her successors are either auklet or tsunami’s daughters. 

so idk i dont rlly ship it hardcore. softcore is a hard maybe, but. its a kid crush its not rlly. serious or anything lol. 

so....wowzah i talked a lot. 

TLDR; anemone is super complex and morally grey and becomes a gay queen who destroys her mom and fucks society because she can.