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lostgirlrewatch · 4 years

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1x10 - The Mourning After

Written by: Michelle Lovretta

Directed by: Paul Fox

Original Air Date: November 21, 2010

What the fuck happens in 1x10 again? I can’t even see straight. *wine sloshes in glass*

Oh.

Okay, so the premise of this one is that some Fae is making a bunch of women write horrible slut-shaming things about themselves on walls and then commit suicide. Pretty touchy subject, and not pleasant or comfortable. The villain is also, shocker, a really creepy misogynistic slut-shaming asshole. It’s all pretty yikesy.

But this one’s good. A classic. Lotta classic lines. Lotta good character moments. Lotta big plot stuff making a dramatic entrance.

Bo is forced to go talk to Lauren for information on the case, and oh my god you can cut the awkward tension in this scene with a knife.

“She had sex about an hour prior to her death. It appears consensual,” says Lauren.

Oh. OOF. The look that Bo gives her at that last comment is fucking scathing. Then Bo says, “Not so sure I trust your judgment on sexual matters.”

Ha. HAHA! Oh my god. Fuck yeah, Bo. Throw that shade exactly where it belongs.

The fact that Lauren making an innocuous comment about sexual consent, specifically, is what triggers Bo’s anger, is really telling. Because Bo doesn’t really see her sexual encounter with Lauren as consensual anymore. It was consensual at the time, at least in her mind, sure. But Lauren’s lying, emotional manipulation, and ulterior motives have clearly complicated her memory of the experience. She feels betrayed on a much deeper level than just, “Oh, she lied,” if we’re bringing up the topic of consent.

Lauren was the one who made the first move; she nudged Bo into it. And Bo said “yes,” but she was consenting to sex with Lauren that night on the assumption that she and Lauren had a genuine emotional connection, and that Lauren was super eager to pursue it. Finding out that that’s not what was going on on Lauren’s side renders that consent null and void. This was not a simple misunderstanding on Bo’s part--this is misinformation that Lauren was deliberately feeding her. Regardless of whether Lauren actually has feelings for Bo, those feelings are not why she lured her into bed that night.

This is not the last time the topics of Lauren and dubious sexual consent will be brought up together. Shocker.

She’s a piece of shit. But anyway--

Bo and Kenzi head to the bar to find clues about who the victim had sex with right before she died.

And--oh.

I love her entrance. As Bo and Kenzi slip out of frame, we see “Saskia” just casually walk towards us. Bold, dramatic, clearly important. The framing of this shot is so cool.

Subtle, Bo. Also, I notice that Bo is just “Bo,” but Kenzi is “Astra” at one table and “Svellana” at another.

“Oh, my favorite literary quote about regret! Wow. Fun. Um, well, I think it was the great poet, uh, Ludacris! Who said, ‘Regret is for suckas, for suckas, for suckas. Regret is for suckas...bitch."

Saskia: *sits down*

Bo: “Oh, wow. I didn’t know this was girl on girl too.”

Gross. No. Please don’t say that. (About her.)

OH. OH NO. THAT’S CURSED.

ME TOO, KENZI.

Later, Saskia is like, “You should have marked your territory.”

Kenzi: “Like what, pee on it?”

Bo wants to stay and talk with Saskia, the first succubus she has ever met, so she can ask her all sorts of stuff about their kind, and so on. Kenzi, meanwhile, feels a little neglected. She goes to the Dal to hang out with Trick, but Trick is just rude to her. I’m starting to notice Kenzi feels neglected really easily.

It’s a mood, though. I know exactly how she feels.

Just look at how excited she is when Trick asks for her help, and specifies that he wants her help, not Bo’s or anyone else’s. When Trick asks for help initially, Kenzi’s kneejerk response is, “Should I go get Bo?” When Trick tells her that it’s her help he needs, she is genuinely surprised. Kenzi craves being valued as an individual and seen.

Saskia: “Your mom is probably a succubus.”

Ha. Yeah.

Seeing Bo and Saskia tag team this creep is kind of badass. Too bad it’s short-lived.

HALE. HAAAAAAAAAAALE.

I miss Hale. Why isn’t he utilized more? For fuck’s sake.

They beat the bad guy, and Saskia almost kills him. Bo, of course, is mortified by this, because she’s not a murderer. Saskia, on the other hand, is like, “Um? This guy is a serial killer who has violently murdered a ton of women and almost killed you? He can die?”

Look, I’m no advocate for murder. But I can’t lie and say I don’t relate to that energy.

Bo dramatically hugs Dyson in front of Lauren just to piss her off. Gotta love the passive aggression.

In the end, Bo and Saskia massively disagree over the morality of killing someone, and Saskia skedaddles out of town. Bo is crushed over this; Saskia is the first person she has ever met from her own kind, and worse, Saskia left before Bo got to learn better chi control from her.

She hugs Kenzi when she comes back and tells her that she missed her. Then she does something really nice and asks Kenzi about her day and problems instead of immediately diving into venting about her own. It’s a nice moment. One step forward, before we go through the next couple seasons and proceed to take two steps back.

*rubs hands together* *whispers* But I love the drama.

So we met Saskia this episode! Who is surely not a really important character and is surely just a one-off character who will never appear again!

I have to say, I enjoyed this one. Saskia and her actress bring a really intense, chaotic energy to the show. She’s dangerous. But also weirdly likable? Right off the bat, we know that we can’t trust her, because she’s sketchy and has massive chaotic energy, but she brings an edge that the show was seriously missing, and carries with her some incredibly valuable knowledge that makes it hard for Bo to resist letting her in.

She’s interesting. She’s a wild card, thrown in at just the right time in the season.

She strikes you as existing in a kind of moral gray area, rather than being an outright villain. But we will just have to see.

#lost girl #bo dennis #kenzi malikov #aife #bo and kenzi #lost girl rewatch #1x10 #dyson #trick

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doof-doofblog · 3 years

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"You Can See Yourself Out, Can't You?!"

Tuesday 3rd November 2020

Good afternoon/evening everyone! I realise this will be my second post of the day but I am wanting to try my absolute best to catch up as much as I can. I am in work tomorrow morning, quite early, so tonight's episode will be reviewed tomorrow. This post will be covering Tuesday's episode. We have a lot to get through so I'm not going to waste any more of your time and jump straight into it.

This episode begins with Kush slumped on the kitchen table, it looks like he must've slept there during the night. He is woken by Kat walking through the front door. Understandably, things a looking pretty awkward between the pair. Kush voices his concerns to where his girlfriend had been through-out the night, but it's plain to see that she stayed out all night. Kush explains that one of her children were awake in the night asking for her and he made sure that they were okay. Kush once again goes very sheepish as he takes a huge breath and prepares to tell his girlfriend that he thinks he needs help for his gambling addiction. But his pleas fall of deaf ears as Kat completely ignores him and turns the conversation to wanting to get her children ready for school. I think it's going to need a lot more for Kat than him just accepting he has a problem, he needs to do something more in an attempt to fix the situation.

Out on the Square, Jay and Honey are sharing breakfast as she receives a phone call from the Detective who's working her case. Could this be the news regarding the sexual assault or whether they're going to charge Paul with his crimes? Either way, Jay pushes her to answer the phone, as he will be there to support her no matter what the outcome. Meanwhile, at the laundrette, Max finds Linda in the middle of her shift. Is it just me, or can you still sense sexual tension between them? It's like ever since they shared that kiss, they've both been nervous around each other. The reason Max has popped into see her is to ask her whether she'd be interested in working another shift at the restaurant for the afternoon, he insists that he wouldn't have asked if he wasn't desperate. I guess the Carter's need as much money as they can get right now, will she agree?

Back at the Slater household, Kat returns explaining that Stacey has taken the children to school instead. She informs Kush that she has been told the good news that they've been allowed to stay in their house, on the catch that they pay more rent, which Kush confirms that if they don't get they will kicked out of their house for sure! Kat takes a seat opposite and feels like this might be the time to hear him out, she needs an explanation. She asks him straight out why did he feel the need to gamble everything they had? At first, Kush doesn't know how to answer the question, until he reveals that the gambling gave him a buzz - which is the typical feeling an addict gets when they gamble. It's that rush of adrenalin and excitement, the buzz. As Kush continues, I begin to feel for the guy. He mentions to Kat about losing his Zaair, his son to Shabnam and then losing his brother Shaki, over the years he feels like he has slowly lost his spark, his swag, and gambling was kind of the only way to replace it. Kat looks as if she understands and agrees to give her boyfriend one last chance. Kush even admits he almost played another game last night while she was away, but he didn't and he forced himself to delete the game from his phone - which is a massive step for a gambling addict. Kush is deeply apologetic and regrets everything he has put his family through and panics how they're going to be able to pay Suki the rest of the rent, but Kat tries to reassure him and informs him that once Stacey returns, they'll sit down together as a family and sort it, as she has an idea.

Meanwhile, Honey is having her meeting with the Detective supporting her case and they have confirmed to her that there was no evidence of her being raped. However, just because there's no evidence of sexual assault, does not mean that she hasn't been assault in any other way. Unfortunately, the detective confirms that there are no possible ways of finding out such things, the main evidence they have is the video of her on Paul's phone. It's then that the Detective drops the bombshell to poor Honey that the case might have to go to court and she may have to give evidence. Honey's thought of this clearly worries her, she'd have to be in the same room as her attacker. But as Jay watches her with concerned eyes, she says she'll do whatever she can to help, to which he gives her a small smile, he looks quite proud of her and how brave she's being. I can seriously sense them both falling for each other during this storyline.

Back on the Square, Mick is walking down the street in his own world as he hears voices from across the Square. As he looks up he sees his wife and Max discussing her shift, before he leaves Max just happens to make a joke regarding a pair of knickers that we found attached to Linda's apron earlier. Obviously, Mick isn't going to react positively to this. As Max walks away, Linda sees her husband and approaches him asking whether he wouldn't mind her working another shift. But clearly it's a big deal for Mick, it looks as if he doesn't want his wife anywhere near him. But the only thing he says to her is "That's up to you!" and walks away. Once again, pushing away the people who care about him the most. Meanwhile on the other side of the Square, Tiffany rushes out from the undertakers. Rainie sees her catching for breath and understands what's caused her reaction. Stuart had taken her down to the refrigerators to see all the other deceased bodies. This, I feel is a brilliant scene, very funny! Again, with Stuart and Rainie, just a little bit of comedy that we need in the soap right now! Tiffany then proceeds to ask Rainie what happened with their previous beautician. I loved the fact that they share a mutual opinion at this point when Rainie explains that she used her expensive lipstick on a corpse! Tiffany completely agrees and when Rainie compliments her saying she'll do really well at the undertakers, a little smile grows her face.

At the Mitchell household, after having to skip breakfast with his boyfriend after preparing it so beautifully but then having to rush off due to call message from DI Thompson, Callum returns to the house. Ben approaches his boyfriend and being polite, asks how work went. But Callum doesn't really want to talk and insists that he has a banging headache and just wants to go for a lie-down. It looks as if he's shrugging of Ben again. Ben can see that his boyfriend is hiding something, he's been acting shifty for quite a while now and Ben has clicked on that something isn't right. Callum tells his boyfriend that he just wants to be alone and storms up the stairs, as he does so, Ben tries to tidy up his jacket on the banister when suddenly Callum's phone falls out the jacket pocket. For a split moment it looks as if Ben contemplates looking through his boyfriend's phone, I mean, I wouldn't blame him! But surprisingly, he does the decent thing and puts it back. Suddenly Callum returns and instantly accuses Ben of checking up on him and looking through his phone, Ben is quick to defend himself saying he was just tidying it up. Ben makes the valid point that Callum has been acting strangely over the past few days and it's no wonder it's given him reason to worry. He's acting like he actually has something to hide. Something is telling me that it must have something to do with Callum trying to dob in Phil, how the hell will Ben react when he finds out what his boyfriend has been up to? Even though I feel Callum doesn't want to do it anymore, he's definitely got himself in too deep and can't really find a way out. I think Ben should've looked at his phone while he had the chance! Callum accuses his boyfriend of not trusting him and walks away. Why do I fear things are going to go wrong for Ballum before things go back to the way they were?!

Back on the Square, Mick is sat gathering his thoughts. Suddenly Frankie appears as she exits the Prince Albert. Mick is quick to get a moment with his daughter. He hasn't seen or spoken to her the past week or so, he asks how she is and why she hasn't responded to any of his messages. Frankie simply tells him that it's been hard for her to deal with she's learned in recent weeks about her Dad and her Mum. Realising that her Mum sexually abused her own Dad, it must be tough for a young adult to come to terms with, realising that maybe she is the result of sexual abuse ... (I know that sounds awful, but it could be true). Mick tries to explain to her that he wants to help her as much as he can, but she make the very valid point that he can't even help himself right now. He can't come to terms with it either, so how on earth is he going to be able to help her? From the way I see it, they're both become victims of her Mother's actions, they're both suffering and having to deal with the devastating truth, to be fair, it should be the main thing that brings them closer as Father and Daughter. I have a feeling that maybe when Frankie's Mum arrives, Katy, it will be the main thing that brings them closer together. What do you guys think?! It's quite devastating, both Mick and Frankie admit that things were easier for them both before they entered each other's lives, Frankie suggests that they should not contact each other anymore and she walks away. The look on Mick's face, he is absolutely distraught, something tells me he's not going to be able to walk away that easy, how on earth could he walk away from his own daughter? Even though she had no idea she existed, he'd do anything for his kids like any other Dad, I don't think he'll be able to simply walk away from her, not now that she's made such a huge impact on his life.

Meanwhile at the Slater household, Stacey can't believe what she's hearing. Kat's idea of helping the family and getting some money in their pockets is a potential robbery. It turns out that the security guard Kat went on a date with the previous night got so drunk and told her all the information she'd need about the building. She knows all the lock codes she needs to get into the building, the only thing they need is a way to get inside and someone who will help them pull it off. Stacey isn't wanting anything to do with it as she insists that she's has been the best this year. Kat reassures her that she doesn't have to be involved, she needs to be able to stay at home and be with the kids, just in case something goes wrong. Kush voices his concerns whether it is such a good idea, but when Kat asks whether he has a suggestion, there isn't much that he can say in response. It's then that Kat reveals she's got someone in mind who might be willing to help them out …. but who could it be?!

Returning to Mick, he makes his way into Walford East ... now I don't know about you, but this is the Mick that we have been missing, don't you guys think? He sneaks his way into the restaurant and grabs a table and hides his face from his wife. As Linda approaches his table, he makes himself known and basically (in not so many words) apologises to wife for the way he's been acting and basically states the fact that he loves her more than anything in the world and is wanting her more than anything right now. Now it's nice to see Mick back to his old funny, flirtatious self, but is he really being able to forget all about Frankie and move on? Because even though this is nice to see after so long, something tells me its not going to last. Linda giggles at her husband's flirtation and they both giggle as they leave the restaurant together.

Meanwhile, in the Vic, Jay is finally catching up with Lola. They're discussing their offer on a potential flat they've looked at. It looks as if Lola is really wanting this future with Jay, but with him being at Honey's side in recent days, it seems Lola isn't being able to see her boyfriend as much. They had originally made plans that evening for a drink and a Chinese together. However, Jay admitted that he promised Honey he'd check on her, much to Lola's disappointment Jay asks whether they can postpone their date for another time. Lola is visibly upset but she reassures her boyfriend that it's fine and she understands. But when Jay just happened to describe Honey as "Amazing" - Lola's ears prick up, I mean, it's true that everyone loves Honey. But something tells me that Lola is going to be feeling a little jealous and upset that Jay is spending so much time with her lately. As Jay goes to check on her, Lola is left in the Vic, suddenly Isaac swoops right in after overhearing their conversation and offers Lola a drink. Uh-oh, is Lola going to cheat on Jay for a second time?!

Back at the undertakers, Tiffany is still experiencing her first day and is having her first lesson on what to do when there's a fire drill. This scene was once again brilliant, more comedy from Stuart and Rainie. I found it funny when Tiffany and Stuart were waiting for Rainie to appear whilst the alarm was still blaring. Eventually she emerges from the building with two cups of coffee in her hands. I just loved the way that Stuart commented how slow she was and she had a go at him claiming she wasn't as quick as she used to be! It's then that they turn to Tiffany and offer her the job as a beautician, which she completely agrees. I have a feeling that there could be some brilliant scenes ahead for them all in the undertakers, it'll be interesting when Keegan finds out, but surely he'll support his wife?!

Back at the Vic, Ben finds Callum sat alone with a pint. It looks as if this will be the opportunity Ben will only have to get to the bottom of what's bothering Callum. He sits beside his boyfriend and admits he knows what's been bothering him, explaining that he understands he's been pulled from pillar to post whilst helping his Dad with the whole Ellie situation. Callum doesn't know what to say, of course he has to just play along, he can't tell his boyfriend truthfully what's bothering him, only that it's really complicated. Ben tells his boyfriend that he'll never forget what he's done for his Dad, he makes the valid point that the Mitchells always remember loyalty. He tells his boyfriend how proud he is of him, Callum can't do anything but smile. Ooooo I just really hope that Callum will come clean eventually. I don't want to see the Mitchell family falling to pieces just because of something Callum was going to do. Something tells me Christmas is going to be explosive, it's going to cover all sorts of big reveals and secrets for all the families ... the Mitchell's, the Slater's and the Carter's. What do you guys think?

At home, it looks as if Mick's goofy flirtatious mood didn't last very long. He's sat in the living room in another world of his own, Linda walks again and tells him not worry as "These things happen!" - So he wasn't able to perform for his wife as things were still painfully on his mind. Linda suggests it could've been his anxiety medication, Mick softly agrees but also reveals to his wife that he was trying to pretend to be something he's not. Which is actually really sad, he shouldn't have to pretend to make an effort to perform for his wife. I mean, I think it's kind of nice he tried to make an effort as clearly things haven't been right for them in recent weeks, but it looks as if not being able to perform has made the blow much harder, mainly because he's got other things on his mind. I do feel for Mick right now, but as much as I'm not enjoying seeing him lash out to his loved ones, I feel like I just want him to reach out to Frankie, make an effort with his daughter and (I know it's hard) but he needs to come to terms with what happened in the past, and not pass the blame onto his Mother.

In the park, Honey is on her own as she watches a young couple canoodling. She's looking almost upset as she watches them laughing and enjoying their time together. Jay approaches her and she comments how the couple look so in love at young age, and no one has turned up to ruin it for them yet. Jay sits down beside her and comforts her, tells her that at some point she will meet someone. Maybe not tomorrow, not next week, not even next month - but eventually she will find someone who will love her, because plain and simply there is nothing to not love about her. Jay compliments his friend and says she is just too lovely to not let anyone love her. Honey smiles and thanks Jay for being there for her the past couple of days, he's been the one who's been there more than anyone, even Billy. They slowly swing together and share a small laugh and smile. Something really does tell me that eventually either Jay will fall for Honey, or Honey will fall for Jay. Do you see something happening between them? I'd love to hear your thoughts on these two!

The final scene of this episode, we're returning to Kat, we can see she's slowly approaching someone's house. The camera turns and we can see the Phil is approaching her from behind. Later inside she's trying her absolute best to convince him to help her with this robbery job. She confirms she's got all the information they need to get into the building and out, she proposes it'll be an easy job for them to pull off. But Phil gives her the blow that he isn't interested. He simply doesn't understand why she needs him for the job, to which she explains it's simply for the muscle and perhaps to make their getaway. But once again, Phil declines her offer, she begs him to help as this is the only thing that could help her family. Unfortunately it makes no difference and he asks her leave. Is Kat going to maybe attempt the robbery on her own? Will she get someone else to help her out, Kush maybe, considering he was the one who caused this whole mess, couldn't he be the one to help her sort it?! Or will Phil maybe change his mind and take her up on her offer?!

I hope you've all enjoyed reading this blog as much as I've enjoyed writing. I shall be back tomorrow reviewing tonight's episode. I'm slowly catching up and I promise you, by the weekend I will be completely up to date. Enjoy the rest of your night everyone. Love you all xXx

#eastenders #katslater #staceyslater #philmitchell #benmitchell #callumhighway #ballum #kushkazemi #mickcarter #lindacarter #frankielewis #rainiecross #stuarthighway #maxbranning #tiffanybutcher #honeymitchell #jaybrown #isaac baptiste #lolapearce

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voidselfshipp · 3 years

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Murder in paris

pt2

Ok to rb

♡~~~~~~~♡

--Come on spy!--jerico said fixing her clothes in the bathroom mirror-- our target isnt here until noon, we could go to walk a little bit!

Spy sighed in exhasperation, leaning against the wall while pinching the bridge of his nose.

--for zhe last time--

--Then ill tell everyone you hugged me while I was asleep!

--i did it so you wouldnt harm yourself while sleeping

--wich means you care about me!,

--wich means I need you in optimal condition for our mission...

Jer sighs putting on her jacket, grabbing the locket on her necklace, she sighed looking at the picture in it.

--i miss ya dad...--she whispered pressing the locket against her chest.

She closes the locket and walks out the bathroom, grabbing her backpack--Fine then! Ill go myself!

Before she can even leave the room spy grabs her wrist,sighing in defeat--fine, let me Grab my coat ...

Jer smiled, knowing she won.

The busy streets of france were bustling with life, jeri was clinging to her companions arm while looking at the shops.

Her eyes flicker to him, and giggles as she sees him, lost in the the shops display Windows of fashionable,And probably very expensive, clothing.

She couldnt help but blush a little, even though he could get on her nerves sometimes, he could also be,just cute,and nice to hang out with.

She snaps back to reality when spy stops at a shop, with a beautiful black dress in display.

--wow,thats actually pretty-- she looked at the black silk fabric the dress was made of, a long black cape fell down to the floor.

Spy couldnt help but wonder, how would jerico look like with it on, he thanks god to be using his balaclava as his cheeks Turned bright Pink,he shakes his head.

--its probably very expensive--jerico adds.

He tries to his sudden awkwardness off, and nodds as they Keep walking.

Suddenly spy stops,jer tilts her head before she can say something however he speaks softly--zheres some people behind Us, we have been followed..Keep calm...and follow me

--i know what to do dumbass im a spy too...

Both hold the others hand and walk around the corner into an alleyway.

--even like zhis theyll find Us...what could we-- hmph!

Jerico smashed her lips against his, hugging his neck.

The men following them Walked right past them without noticing them.

Jer then pulls away--oof...that was close

Spy was shocked,with the biggest"what did you just do" expression youve ever seen.

But then he calmed down,his mind went Straight to the memory of how soft her lips were, even for a second.

--Well...they dont seem to be around...lets change and go to the restaurant miss pauling told Us to go

Spy nodds, fixing his tie and clearing his throat.

As they walk back to the hotel, spys Pinky finger intertwines to jericos, and slowly they are holding hands.

Jer is about to say something, but decides not to, as she leans on her companion a little bit as she walks.

Neither said a Word, until they got to the hotel room.

Both changed quickly and went to the restaurant they were told to be in.

They both sit and order something to eat, Thank god her companion translated the dishes.

--Ive heard zhis restaurants food is very good, youll like it

Jer snorts and looks at him through her black glasses--thats your poor excuse of a small talk? Really spy?

The Mans face contorns into a scowl-- have I ever lied?

Jers Brow arches.

--okay...have I ever lied to you?

Her brow...somehow rises even more.

She then proceeds to giggle taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze-- I was joking...ill take your Word for it.

Just as their food arrive so does their target.

They stalk them for some blocks until they got most of the information they needed,thank god it was easy enough.

Once in the hotel room,jer collapses on the bed--what a day

Spy sits besides her nodding.

They Keep in silence for some minutes,trying to find a topic to talk about.

The frenchmans eyes look at her locket and straightens his back--So...who do you have in your necklace?

Jer looks down at it,sitting up and taking It off,opening the locket and showing it to him--my Dad

He carefully grabs it looking at the photo, a Man around fifty, black hair, some sort of yellow spots on his right eye and right under his left cheek, Brown eyes, that same yellow colour on his freckles and a tanned skin color.

Spy takes a quick look at her and then the photo,handing the necklace to jerico, who closes the locket and puts it back on.

--i miss Him you know...-- she says looking at the ceiling and laying back on the bed,hands clutching the locket.

--Is he no longer with us?

--no no...he is...hes just,Back home...hes usually very busy,hes gotten back into the army...I havent seen him since I joined the team...so maybe two to three years...

Spy grunts nodding, then standing up-- I have some zhings to do--he says-- ill take zhe keys

Jer raises her brows--alright...ill take a well deserved nap...

--doux rêves...

--What?

--nevermind

He leaves without much said and jer rests on her side closing her eyes, shed be down for a good nap right now.

#f/o community #f/o #romantic f/o #self insert #self ship #my f/os #self shipping #f/o x s/i #f/o fic #💛stab me in the back (and steal my heart)💛#🖤🔪the quickest spy🔪🖤

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 5 years

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Meeting and Dating Dwayne

(Not my gif)(Requested by like three anonymous askers)

(Sorry if these suck its hard to write for someone who has like no lines)

- You met Dwayne on the boardwalk, the only place anyone has a chance of actually seeing the vamps. Laddie had ran past and knocked the bag out of your hands. As you were picking up everything that had spilled out, two more hands came to help you.

- When you looked up, voila, there he was in all his glory. You realized the boy was with him after he turned around and told him to apologize. You brushed off the apology with a smile, thanked the man and quickly retreated back into the crowd nervously.

- Dwayne decided that he needed to have you the moment he watched you practically run from him, a flustered look on your face and the sound of your quickened heartbeat racing in his ears.

- The two of you bump into each other again later that night.

“...Hi.” He’s never been much of a talker has he.

- The two of you share a small laugh and talk for a little bit before you have to go. As you go to walk off, he stops you and asks if you’d like to go out with him sometime. Because you’re a normal person with a functioning brain, you obviously agree to see him again.

- He takes you to the movies because he doesn’t trust his people/conversation skills. He’s somewhat shy when it comes to new people, especially when he’s alone with them and they’re as pretty as you. You take notice of the fact but to you, it’s kind of sweet and endearing. It’s nice to think that you have some sort of effect on the man who looks like he’s jumped straight out of a magazine.

- You guys keep looking over at each other more interested in the beauty beside you than the actual movie. You end up making out after thirty minutes of “watching” the film. It’s hard not to make out with someone who is just so kissable but I digress

- After that you continue to see each other. You would kiss and all that but he would also sometimes disappear for a day or two and sometimes more with no warning leaving you wondering if he was alive or not or if he really cared about you.

- You guys never put a label on what you had so you didn’t feel like you could really say anything about it or demand to know where he was going. You had fun with him when you did see him so you just tried to enjoy the time you spent with him and told yourself that you you guys weren't serious and that you shouldn't waste your time thinking about “what you guys are”.

- That is until your friends ask about him and whether you’re dating him or anyone else, you can’t exactly say you are since you don’t know so they try and set you up with someone else.

- Dwayne comes to visit you while you’re getting ready for your date and it’s obviously awkward when you have to explain where you’re going and why you’re so dressed up.

- You guys start to argue after he gets angry and when your date comes he straight up goes to the door and tells him to get the fuck off the property before closing the door and pulling you into a kiss.

“I don’t know if you were confused or what but you’re mine. So you never pull that shit again or else I’ll do more then just scare them away.”

- He’s not entirely romantic but you can’t complain, not many guys are but at least you can say Dwayne has his moments.

- He’s a bit temperamental. He’s quick to anger but hides it behind his usual stoic expression although now you’re an expert at spotting when his body tenses up and his jaw clenches.

- Jealous as hell, Paul makes fun of him for it and uses it against him when he’s bored and wants some entertainment.

- Though guys don’t really dare try to flirt with you anymore considering your brooding boyfriend is always behind you or at your side but there’s always a time when you’re “alone” and a guy will approach.

- You’ll be talking to a random guy in a completely polite and platonic manner while Dwayne’s watching on like a hawk as per usual. Paul will them proceed to stroll up beside him and trie to start shit.

“Damn do you see the way he’s looking at her Dwayne?”

“What are you talking about Paul?”

“Well man I’m just saying I would never let a guy look at my girl like that. I’d punch the guys lights out but obviously you’re more patient, trusting ... or just dumb.”

- He probably ends up fighting the guy later because Paul provoked him. You have to sit down and scold Paul because he knows damn well what he did.

- If you work a night shift he is always visiting you, he says he’s just hanging around the boardwalk and decided to drop by.

- You probably find out that he’s a vampire like months into the relationship. He probably doesn’t even tell you, you find out from him baring his teeth at some drunk guy who smacked your ass.

- You spend the rest of the night inspecting his face and teeth while he tries to explain it. He’s kind of scared that you’ll decide you can’t be with him because of the whole vampire thing.

- Intense and rough kisses, he either holds your face or your neck when you kiss.

- He’ll never admit it but he lets out soft moans when you kiss.

- It’s a very intimate and heavy experience, he’s one hell of a kisser and can get you to the point where you feel addicted to him.

- Motorcycle rides, he grabs your ass when he’s helping you onto his bike.

- Night time beach dates with bonfires. You cuddle into his side and watch the stars while listening to the crackling of the fire.

- He loves playing with your hair while you guys lay together, you can hear the slight jingle of his bracelets as his hand moves around your head.

- Wearing his jewelry, he’ll sometimes tell you to keep it when he sees the look on your face when you put it on and the way it looks on you.

- Head kisses, usually right at your hairline or on the top of your head.

- Finger guns

- Constant winking

- He’s like shirtless 24/7. Does he own a shirt? You don’t know.

- It’s sometimes annoying because girls ogle the hell out of him (who wouldn’t). He giggles in a manly way when you get jealous, he thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world when you usher him away from girls

“You know I only like you baby.”

- He’d let you put makeup on him. He wears eyeliner himself and is surprisingly good with makeup.

- He also likes doing your makeup, he loves that he can be so close and have an excuse to touch and look at your face.

- You’re usually the one who initiates any affection. He does actually love when your touching on and kissing him especially when you do it to try and cheer him up.

- He feels like he can let his guard down around you and open up more than he ever has with anybody.

- He has never really felt this way about anyone else and he tells you this every so often.

- It’s his way of saying I love you but with more meaning.

- He feels like ‘I love you’ is really cliche and meaningless a lot of the time but if you want to say or want him to he will.

- You’re one of the things that makes him smile the most.

- His laugh can heal people.

- Loves when you straddle him and kiss his jaw and neck.

- Since he likes it so much he does the same thing to you. You can’t say that you don’t like it because lets be honest you do. A lot.

- Husky whispers in your ear or while your faces are close together.

- Little gifts from street vendors, you have a little key chain with your initials on it that he randomly got you one night.

- Thinks it’s impossible to get and stay mad at you. The instant he sees your sad face or hears an apology he forgives you he just can’t stand to see you upset.

- Paul teases him for this as well but he once saw you when you were upset and has never felt the same ever since.

- He can’t stand when your mad at him because he barely sees you as is and if you’re trying to avoid or ignore him how is he gonna spend some quality time with you. He’s very dramatic about this.

- Has literally stood outside your door knocking and calling for you until sunrise where you had to let him in so he didn’t fucking die. You finally talk and he apologizes while your checking that he’s not burnt to shit.

- You threaten to actually burn him if he ever does that again and he just kisses you; happy that you’ve forgiven him.

- He’s always looking out for you and making sure you’re safe

- He actually likes watching romcoms with you because he can see what you wish a guy would do for you. He takes notes ladies and he’ll become your’re ideal man.

- He calls you babe, sweetheart and hon.

- Couldn’t care less about stretch marks, he actually prefers them. He thinks they’re cool like they’re some type of tattoo.

- Staying up so you can see him. He tells you that you should really be sleeping but makes no move to leave or take you home.

- He’s stayed at your house during the day at least once, you spend it cuddled up in a dark room watching movies and enjoying the serenity.

- You surprise him with a room with blocked out windows and his heart melts when you ask him if it could work.

- He’s ready to die for you no joke.

- He mostly tries to keep you away from the guys, he knows they aren’t the safest or most trustworthy company.

- You are the friendliest with Paul out of all the guys, he’s the most easygoing and least ready to fight or kill you. He’s also borderline the only one Dwayne is slightly okay with you hanging out with.

- You only really met them because they found out about you and took it upon themselves to come to your work and introduce themselves. Dwayne could actually feel his heart drop when you told him.

- You don’t get why he doesn’t want you hanging out with them. They were only ever nice to you, slightly threatening but nice.

- He’s just trying to keep you safe and happy for as long as possible before you have to really make the decision between vampire or human.

- He’s willing to get married but would most likely want a small wedding with only close friends and family.

- He’s obviously good with kids. He wouldn’t mind stealing one and raising it with you.

- He might not be the easiest to date but he definitely makes it worth the trouble.

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hanhan156 · 5 years

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Gymmstein

I have no other explanations for this than @tillscars brilliant post. Thanks for the idea.

Richard had promised to Schneider and Ollie that he’d attend to a yoga class with them at their gym shift. It ends up though that listening to a calm woman voice from speakers and trying to concentrate on his own breathing aren’t really his things after all.

Fortunately, Paul will make it sure that his fellow guitarist’s gym time doesn’t end up being as dull as he thought it would have been at first.

“Inhale 1…2…3...4…exhale 1…2…3…4,” an exaggerated calm woman voice from the recording repeated. From the three men - sitting on the freezing floor, in impossible positions - one of them wasn’t really convinced.

“Imagine that you are in your dream place, in your sanctuary. You remain calm, everything is well. As you proceed, you start to inhale 1…2…3…4…”

Fuck this, how could it be anyhow possible to remain calm while my legs are hurting like hell. Richard had been attending to Ollie’s and Schneider’s stupid yoga class just for fun, because he didn’t know what else he could do at the gym. Now it seemed like it was a really bad idea in the end. The cross-legged position wasn’t really the most convenient and if they had to lay down on the mattress, he would end up - without a question - falling asleep. He didn’t really get why his fellow bandmembers praised this so much.

“It’s gonna be lots of fun, you’ll definitely like it! Besides, it will help you with all the stress, I assure you,” Schneider had tried to convince their lead guitarist before.

Richard opened his eyes a bit, just to make sure that his friends were still concentrating on listening to the artificial, tranquil voice from the speakers. At the same time, he was wondering why on earth he signed up for this in the first place.

“Next, we will do an upward dog pose, but first, we have to be prepared for it. Let your inner spiritual energy flow freely and inhale 1…2…3…4…”

Sorry lady, but I’m not in the same lengths right now with you and your spiritual energy. Richard wanted to get out of here as swiftly as he could. He made sure that the others were concentrating on their breathing and without saying anything, he sneaked out of the yoga room, trying to close the door softly so he wouldn’t arise the attention of his fellow bandmembers. He didn’t really want to explain to Ollie and Schneider - the devoted yoga enthusiasts - why he wanted to escape in the middle of the exercise they considered so precious.

An upward dog position… he giggled himself still while wandering around the gym. The name of the position reminded him of something entirely different physical activity than yoga.

In the darkest possible corner, he saw Till who was elbowing a punching bag, yelling loudly every time he hit. Their singer was fond of boxing and weightlifting and did them every time they were at the gym – and of course, loyal to his own style, without bothering to put any clothes on. At first, they all had laughed at their singer’s urge to exercise naked, but in the end, nobody questioned it anymore. In some grotesque way, semipublic nudity seemed like his natural form. Richard didn’t want to participate in the naked exercise though, so he tried to avoid the eager boxer as best as he could. Till had tried to convince Richard that it was actually much more comfortable to exercise naked - and his reasoning for it was that you didn’t have to bother about the sweaty clothing or anything else. “It makes you to feel so free,” he had said. Still, Richard preferred to do laundry than to train nude with their singer. He wasn’t so much of a “nature’s child” as his friend after all.

While proceeding in the gym, Richard saw Flake on his infamous treadmill, deeply in his own thoughts. Nobody would ever think that a man so slim would enjoy his time at the gym - and to be precise, he wasn’t fond of weightlifting or any other “manly” stuff. Instead, he always put his favorite gadget to the maximum speed and jumped right into it when it was on the run. Richard really didn’t see what the point of walking towards nowhere was, but the keyboardist - with his headphones now tightly on his ears - seemed to have a time of his life with the mindless jogging. Flake had told that in his free time he liked to listen to classical music opposite to their own band’s heavy tunes. Richard could now only hear their keyboardist’s humming which resembled a tiny bit of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons and seeing him moving his hands like a conductor at the same time. Flake was so deeply concentrated on his own fun that Richard couldn’t help it but to think, would his bandmate be sucked into a black hole if he continued his exercise for too long.

Finally - after all the marveling of his bandmates’ gym activities - Richard reached his destination, the dressing room. He sat down on a bench and looked at the clock on the wall - still one hour left from their shift. I’m definitely not going back to yoga anymore, so how on earth I could pass all this time left.

He was moving around restlessly, scrolling his phone occasionally, but there wasn’t actually anything interesting there. Eventually, he sighed and put the phone away and tried his best to find out something to do. Richard wasn’t really a person who could spend an hour in his own thoughts, doing nothing, so this was quite a challenging situation for him.

Right in front of where he was standing was an entire wall covered by a huge mirror - it was technically impossible to avoid staring at yourself from it. Richard scrutinized his familiar features with a concerned look on his face. Somehow, aging was bothering him a bit sometimes. It was tough to admit that he wasn’t so young anymore and it was more and more visible from his looks as well. He felt like with every passing year he got 5 new wrinkles as a birthday gift, and he had noticed that he had to dye his hair more often to hide the natural greying color. Nobody had ever mentioned anything, and it didn’t really matter, but yet, somehow, getting old concerned him now and then. But more than his face, Richard was worried about getting a bit of weight. He turned sideways and patted his belly - it was difficult for himself to admit that it was now more visible than 10 years ago when he wasn’t feeling uneasy at all about performing topless. But the merciless truth was that every single living organism on this planet had to age, and unfortunately, he wasn’t an exception. It was totally understandable that when being at his 50’s, it was completely fine to prefer relaxing to arduous exercising - especially when they were touring or recording.

While thoughts fixed on his own image Richard didn’t see there was a figure approaching behind him from the shadows.

“BOO!” a familiar voice shouted, squeezing him from the sides at the same time.

Richard startled so much that he almost hit himself to the lockers. “Heilige Scheisse, you scared me shitless,” he said, turning to face Paul, who almost had given him an untimely heart attack. “Don’t ever do that again…”

The other man smirked. He was happy when he had gotten his friend off guard. “Sorry, I just couldn’t resist while you looked so concentrated.” And hot, he almost wanted to add, but managed to control it in the end. “I’m surprised to see you here, because I thought you were supposed to attend to the yoga with Schneider and Ollie.”

Richard shrugged his shoulders, looking a bit awkward. “Let’s just say that it wasn’t really my thing after all.”

“I see. Honestly, I would have fallen asleep if I was there. I really don’t get the fuss around it.”

Suddenly, the “upward dog pose” reappeared into Richard’s mind, making him to chuckle slightly. “Yeah, it was pretty dull to be honest. But may I ask, why are you here, lurking in the shadows?” He could only wonder how long his fellow guitarist had been stalking his intimate moment.

“I’m just bored as well. Besides, I try to avoid nude Till as best as I can.”

They both laughed. “Yeah, I definitely don’t want to be involved in his naked weightlifting anyhow,” Richard agreed.

Paul was being a bit restless. Like his friend, he liked to have some action. “So, what are you up to? We still have some time left and to be honest, I really don’t want to just goof around. Now when we have a chance, it would be nice to do some exercising.”

“Do you have anything in your mind?” the other man asked.

They were thinking for a while when Paul came up with something. “Hey, I have an idea which both of us will definitely like!”

“…okay, which is?” Hopefully it’s not Zumba or anything else as horrifying.

“I want to challenge you!” Paul almost yelled, boyish excitement in his voice.

Richard wasn’t as eager as his friend about this “challenge”. “What kind of…challenge are you talking about?”

“We could do some simple exercises like push-ups and stuff, and in the end, the one who has been doing more, is the winner. It’s gonna be so much fun, you’ll definitely like it!”

I’ve heard that somewhere before. Richard couldn’t make up anything better, so he was unable to say no even though he was a bit suspicious. “Okay, maybe we could at least give it a try.”

Paul clapped his hands together, still smirking like a lunatic. Seriously, will that grin ever fade away from his face? “Wunderbar! Let’s do it then.”

Richard looked at his slightly terrified face one last time from the mirror before he followed Paul back to the gym.

On purpose, they took the farthest possible corner from the naked Till, who was now proceeding with weightlifting, with even louder yelling than before. The disturbing soundtrack of the gym was now a mixture of Till’s screams and the jingling of his barbell.

Paul brought them a couple of mattresses. “Okay, I’ll start,” he said, looking for something from his phone at the same time. “We’ll start by doing planks and the winner is the one who can stay longer.”

“Okay... But can you at least tell me, what does the winner of this challenge of yours get in the end?”

“Don’t bother yourself too much about it, let’s just have some fun now,” Paul answered, with a bit of teasing in his tone.

Richard couldn’t think about the vague answer for very long when unexpectedly, the other guitarist put some too familiar tunes from his phone. “Seriously, from all of the songs from the world you chose Du hast? Haven’t we listened to our own music enough already?”

“In my opinion, it suits to gym very well, or do you prefer listening to Till’s mellifluous training vocalizations instead?”

“Okay, okay, you’re right, but only this time. I’ll choose the next one.”

They put a timer on from Richard’s phone and there they were, two world-famous Rammstein guitarists doing planks, Du hast playing loud in the background. It was difficult for Richard to concentrate while he was giggling so much.

“Imagine if somebody would break in and would see what we are doing…”

“Would be pretty interesting indeed,” Paul answered without noting the other man’s comment so much. Planking was serious business for him.

“Then they’d think that we are so proud of ourselves that we even listen to our own music in our free time.” Richard could already see the trashy headlines in his head: “Click here for the pictures of the two cocky Rammstein cuties, training together, listening to their infamous song, Du hast!! Can’t they just get enough of themselves already?”

The planking seemed to continue forever and forever, and Richard felt like his arms and legs were already trembling while Paul was remaining so still, that permanent smirk on his face. His eyes were fixed on Richard’s all the time.

“FUCK!!” the other man finally yelled and to Paul’s joy, collapsed back to the mattress.

“So, seems like we have the first winner then,” Richard could hear the triumphant voice in front of him. He didn’t even bother to look at Paul’s face because he was so annoyed to even hear the pride of his friend. “1-0 for me.”

“Yeah, thanks for letting me know, like I wouldn’t have figured it out anyway else,” Richard said, bitterness in his voice. He hated to lose.

“Just wanted to remind you. But, I’m so gentle that I allow you to choose the next exercise and music, as I promised.”

Even though losing troubled him a tiny bit, Richard tried not to think about it too much - at least he was happy that they could change from their own music finally. Till was still yelling in the background so he was trying to be as quick as he could and in no time, they had their next soundtrack: some random upbeat 80’s music. In Richard’s opinion, the cheesy retro melodies suited the situation much better than their own songs - or maybe he had just too many memories from their way too familiar pieces.

“We’ll do push-ups.” He seriously hoped that Paul wouldn’t be staring at him again all the time.

With the energetic music playing in the background they were once again exercising face to face. Richard was wondering could it be possible that Paul had come even closer to him this time. The disturbing gaze was still there, but Richard tried not to bother it too much - he really wanted to win this time. He had always been good at doing push-ups so he had high hopes for this. In the end, Richard was actually much faster than his friend who seemed to be focused on entirely different things than into their dumb little exercise.

When the time finally ran out, they both laid down back to the mattress, heads almost clashing to each other. “So, I guess we have 1-1 now,” Richard announced, trying to sound proud through his heavy panting.

“At least for now. Next one, crunches,” Paul answered quickly, ready to move to the other set. I’m not gonna lose to you, verdammt.

The timer went on once again, but it was impossible for Paul to do anything when his training partner started a constant chanting: “Tier, Fleisch, Tier, Fleisch, Tier…”

“Reesh, what the hell…” Paul cracked up completely and was unable to rise from the ground when his abs hurt so much already from laughter.

“Shut up, it helps me to concentrate and to count how many I’ve done already. Fleisch, Tier…” Richard continued. He was pleased that he was able to disturb Paul who had made him to feel so uneasy earlier.

Paul tried to gather himself and continued doing crunches very slowly. “It’s just a bit disturbing when you’re repeating ‘animal’ and ‘flesh’ so loud. Seriously…”

“So, whose idea was this whole ‘challenge thing’ in the first place? Tier, Fleisch, Tier…”

“Okay, okay…”

Paul tried his best to catch up but failed in the end. It seemed liked even though how goofy it had sounded, the chanting had been effective.

“2-1”, Richard said and smirked.

Now I really have to improve my performance, Paul decided.

They continued with squats, step-ups and several little exercises, and in the end, they had a tie. Paul didn’t want to admit out loud that he was exhausted as hell, but having the same points as his friend released the adrenaline boost inside him which he really needed now.

“Okay, you’ll choose the last one,” Richard said. He was so pleased with winning this round - he had barely managed to do wall sit just a couple of seconds longer than his companion.

“Let’s do side plank.”

For some reason unknown, Richard had a bad feeling about this, but still, he was too stubborn to say no or to suggest anything else.

It was evident that Paul had practiced this - actually, he didn’t seem to have any difficulties at all, while Richard tried to hide his hard time. He was barely able to hold himself still. Richard assured himself that after this “Paul’s oh-so-magnificent challenge” he would never, ever do planks anymore. And what was irritating him the most was that his old wrist problem was reminding of itself just now, at the worst possible moment.

“Scheisse…” Richard mumbled himself, looking at the floor while the other guitarist had his eyes once again fixed on his. Paul sent him a blow kiss and said in a disgusting sweet tone: “Wie geht’s, mein Liebling?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

They were holding there for a while, when suddenly Richard couldn’t take it anymore. He really didn’t want to injure his wrist so maybe he just had to allow Paul to win - but only for this time.

He collapsed to the mattress and closed his eyes, swearing silently himself. Damn it…

When Paul realized what had just happened, he stood up immediately, and started to jump around the other man, cheering at the same time: “YESSSSSS, WHO’S THE WINNER, HUH??? SAY IT OUT LOUD, WHO’S THE WINNER!!”

“Okay, okay, I know you’re proud as hell of yourself, but you won only because I didn’t want to break my wrist. It was just pure luck. Don’t forget that I was much faster doing push-ups and crunches than you.”

Paul looked at the other man, turning his head to the side and acting like he was suddenly pouting when he didn’t get the reaction he wanted from his friend. “Are you not gonna even congratulate me?”

Richard sighed. “Congratulations then. What do you want now?” He was a bit concerned about what Paul wanted as his prize, but he tried to soothe himself. Well, if I can get out of this by buying him a crate of beer or offering him a dinner, it shouldn’t be so bad after all.

But Paul didn’t want to go easy on his friend when he had - at least once in this lifetime - won. Usually, being the second guitarist, Paul didn’t get the full attention in their concerts, so this time, he wanted to enjoy his victory the fullest.

Richard couldn’t see his friend’s mischievous look when he approached him so quickly and started to tickle him. Paul was enjoying the fact that his friend couldn’t stand tickling and used it ruthlessly.

“Fuck you...this is…unfair…” Richard tried to sound annoyed, but his laughter - which almost resembled screaming already - didn’t really sound convincing. His friend’s misery made Paul to continue his action even harder.

Their weird combat - a mixture of wrestling and tickling - seemed to last forever. They had suddenly transformed into two 5-year-old kids again, fighting over a piece of candy or something as silly. Richard was just hoping that Paul would get fed up with this soon. At least they both were tired as hell already.

When it little by little started to look like their stupid combat would finally come to its end, to Richard’s utter surprise, Paul somehow managed to get on top of him, even though being a lot smaller man. He pushed Richard’s arms against the mattress and sat on his belly with his full weight. Technically, it was impossible for Richard to move anywhere - he was completely locked right there. He could now only lay under the other man, arms spread, being in a submissive position – it was quite disturbing.

They both were still panting, and Richard couldn’t really get what his friend was up to now. They just kept staring at each other before Richard managed to say, totally confused: “…is there something wrong with my face or what’s going on?”

“Absolutely nothing is wrong with your face.”

“…then why are you looking at me like that? And it would be nice to be able to move.”

“That’s out of question, I’m afraid.”

“And why, may I ask?”

“Because I won, don’t you remember? It means that I can decide now, what I want as my prize,” Paul whispered right into the other man’s ear, nibbling it at the same time. “And you’d definitely make a nice concubine, I have to say.”

Richard gulped loudly. He didn’t want to admit that this was actually pretty enjoyable, so he just kept acting like he was still annoyed. “…okay Paul, enough jokes already, what on earth do you want now?”

There was a brief silent moment while Richard couldn’t read anything from Paul’s face - he was being almost in a dream-like state. Paul leaned forward, and without any prior warning, he pressed his lips on Richard’s. The first touch was tender, like testing how does the kissing feel, but as they carried on, their slight smooching went into a more passionate level – and Paul was still pressing his friend down to the mattress. Richard really wouldn’t have wanted to admit that being submissive to Paul was actually nice for a change, even though it had been a bit awkward at first. The only thing he could do now was to answer to the kisses as best as he could. So, if this is what you want, then you should have it, damn it. The world around turned invisible for a while, like there was only they now.

Unfortunately, the magical moment didn’t have a chance to last for very long.

They didn’t at first hear the awkward cough behind them which was followed by a voice so familiar: “Es tut mir wirklich Leit, mein Herren.”

Paul got so scared when he heard the sarcastic voice that he immediately stood up, and stared at their intruder completely horrified, cheeks in flames. Richard was still lying on the floor - he froze completely so he didn’t even manage to sit up. It was a bit similar feeling when their teacher had busted him smoking in the schoolyard in elementary school decades ago.

Schneider was laughing when he saw the absurd sight in front of him. Behind him was Ollie who didn’t say anything, but looked slightly amused as well. “You two remind me of my kids when I once caught them stealing from a cookie jar which I had hidden in our kitchen cupboard.” He moved his eyes to the man lying still on the floor. “So, this was why you escaped from our yoga class, Reesh?”

Now finally, Richard managed to sit up at least. “Well…I…”

Schneider shook his head and gave a laugh. He couldn’t be even mad; this was way too hilarious to be true. “Just wanted to remind you that the gym shift ends in 5 minutes, and we have to start soon our rehearsals, but maybe it doesn’t matter so much if you were already planning to stay here and continue your…stuff.”

“…a…ha” Paul managed to form a voice from his mouth which resembled distantly a word.

Very soon, Flake and Till - still naked - joined them. “Was ist denn los?” Flake looked seriously concerned because he didn’t have any clue what was going on. Till had an instinct what was this all about and he didn’t say anything - just smiled himself. “And why is Reesh on the floor, do you need help or something?” their keyboardist asked.

Richard gulped and answered: “Alles ist gut…” Then he finally stood up, acting like everything was completely normal even though he felt a bit dizzy. “Yeah, we should…go.”

To his fortune, Till and Flake didn’t dare to ask more - instead, they hurried to the dressing room. Schneider gave the one last look to the busted men before he joined his other bandmates with Ollie.

Paul offered his hand to Richard’s. They both looked at each other and tried to hold back their laughter. Finally, they managed to proceed and follow the others, hand in hand. “Okay, that was probably…the most interesting gym time of my life, I have to admit,” Richard whispered to his friend.

“Anytime you’re bored, just ask from me and we’ll figure out something,” Paul said and winked. They stopped right there and looked at each other with utter adoration. Richard turned his head to the side, eyes fixed on Paul’s. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but to his harm, he was interrupted by Schneider from the dressing room’s door: “C’mon you disgusting lovebirds, hurry up! Rehearsals are starting so we’d better keep going. We don’t have the whole day!”

They both started to run - to upset the others was the last thing they wanted now after the embarrassing episode. They had a lot of explaining to do later for each other and for their bandmates, but right now, they didn’t really mind about it so much.

“I’ll tell you later,” Richard said to Paul and pressed a light kiss on his forehead.

Schneider saw the act from the distance and shook his head, mumbling himself: “Those two are impossible…”

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queenoficeandfire · 5 years

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My Modern Fairytale - Chapter 6 - The Royal Wedding

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A/N - This is it. Royal wedding time. Thank you for all of your lovely comments so far. They really do mean a lot to me. Anyway please take your seats because our wedding is about to begin. ;)

After many, many months of planning the day I was to tie the knot with Christopher finally arrived. Whilst I was excited to be marrying the man I loved, I was also fearful. Fearful because of the amount of responsibility today would bring upon me, as I was not only marrying Christopher and becoming his wife but was also to be crowned Queen.

So to say today was a big day for me, was a huge understatement. Thankfully for me, I had a team of ladies to help me get ready.

Made of up my ladies maids Tilly and Michael, Una Christopher’s PA, my bridesmaid Carrie and even Katrina was in the room with me, giving me the rundown of the day hour by hour.

Naturally, the process of getting ready was a long one. Washing my hair thoroughly, getting it brushed, dried and put up into an intricate bun my veil would sit in, having my make-up done, my fingernails painted and then when that was done, I was laced up into my wedding gown. Which as you can expect was stunningly beautiful, made by the fashion designer Paul Stamets, for me and me alone. It was floor length, champagne in colour, covered in lace and high necked. Then came the veil. Cathedral length and delicate but complimented my dress perfectly.

By the time I was done, I barely recognised myself. I had been transformed into just an average woman into the very image of a royal bride.

“What do you think?” Michael asked handing me my bouquet as I admired myself in the mirror.

“I look amazing. Thank you. All of you. I couldn’t have done this without you all.” I smiled.

“Ooh, I can’t wait to see his majesty’s reaction when he sees you.” Tilly grinned.

“I’m sure he’ll be blown away,” I told her

Not long after this, the time came for me to depart for the cathedral and with my veil over my face I made my way out of the palace and into the limo.

Though as I rode to the cathedral I couldn’t help but think back on all that had happened to me. Finding the ring, meeting Christopher, moving into the palace, sharing my first kiss with him and of course saying yes to marrying him. It all seemed like a crazy but wonderful rollercoaster ride somehow. One I never could have imagined for myself.

My thoughts pretty much took up the entire ride to the cathedral and it was only when prompted that I got out of the limo at the entrance to the cathedral. Where hundreds, if not thousands of people had gathered to see their King wed at long last.

At the entrance of the Cathedral, I was greeted by my dad who was to walk me down the aisle. He and my mother had been waiting for me at the Cathedral and I was glad of their presence. Some normality in all the craziness that was me as a royal bride and queen to be.

We didn’t say much to each other, and the next thing I knew the doors of the Cathedral opened and the traditional wedding march began.

Showtime.

My arm in my dad’s I walked gracefully down the aisle. Holding onto my bouquet and followed by Tilly, Michael, Una and Carrie.

Ahead of me, I could see Christopher stood with his back to me at the altar, next to him Spock as his best man and of course the Bishop that was to marry us.

All of the preparation, all of the rehearsing. All of the time spent going over everything a dozen times. It had all lead to this moment.

Inside of me, I could feel my heart beating steadily away and as the march ended I reached the altar. Christopher turning around. He looked so handsome dressed in white and gold and I could have sworn he softly gasped as he saw me.

“You look absolutely beautiful my love.” He breathed as my dad handed me over to him and I took my hand in his.

“Thank You. You look so handsome yourself.” I smiled up at him.

Now we were all gathered together in the Cathedral, the Bishop began the ceremony.

“Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to witness the joining together of his majesty King Christopher and Emma in holy matrimony. A union that will bind them not only in marriage as husband and wife but also as king and Queen.”

Turning to us both, he then asked

“Do the two of you come here of your own free will, being of sound mind and body?”

“We do.” We replied together.

“Very well then, before we proceed with the rest of the ceremony I must ask now. Is there anyone here today that knows any reason or any lawful impediment why they may not come to be joined in wedlock?”

At first no-one said anything, but then the doors to the cathedral burst open and in stormed a woman with blonde hair, blue eyes and a red dress on.

The two of us turned around and whilst I didn’t recognise her, Christopher seemed to know who she was.

Whoever she was she was certainly enraged.

“This marriage cannot continue!” She barked

“On what grounds? Who are you? Speak your intentions.” The bishop spoke

“In case you have forgotten and for those of you who don’t know who I am. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Princess Vina. The rightful bride and Queen of your king. For our marriage has been arranged since birth.” She stated.

She then glared at me and turned to Christopher.

“You. How could you? We were children together. Our parents practically planned our wedding from the moment I was born, and now look at you. Here you stand with another woman at your side, about to make her your wife and queen. You sicken me.” She spat.

“Vina. Vina listen to me. It’s not like that now. I had no idea of the prophecy back then, and the reason I am marrying Emma is that I love her, and she is the only woman I will ever love. We were friends. Yes. But I never loved you, Vina.” He told her

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Today was supposed to be a wonderful day. Now here I was stood at the altar, with a crazed woman and my fiancé having an awkward reunion.

I stayed silent and looked down at the ground as she was dragged out of the Cathedral screaming at us

“This isn’t over. You will pay for this.”

Seeing my somewhat shaken state Christopher looked at me

“Are you alright? Do you still want to do this? We can forget this whole thing and do it some other time. Please, you have to understand. She means nothing to me and I had no idea about the prophecy when our marriage was arranged as children”

“I’m fine and of course I still want to do this. I love you Christopher and you are one of the best things that could ever have happened to me.” I told him

He squeezed my hands in his reassuringly

“Then let’s get married. Bishop, please continue.”

The Bishop seemed glad that the commotion was over and continued on with the ceremony, beginning with our vows to one another.

“King Christopher. Please repeat after me. I King Christopher Pike take thee Emma to be my lawfully wedded wife and queen. I hereby vow to love you, to cherish you, to honour, to support you, to care for you, to be faithful to you and stand by you in times of joyfulness and of sadness, times of health and of sickness, times of wealth and of poverty and through all that life may bring.”

"I King Christopher Pike take thee Emma to be my lawfully wedded wife and queen. I hereby swear to love you, to cherish you, to honour, to support you, to care for you, to be faithful to you and to stand by you in times of joyfulness and of sadness, times of health and of sickness, times of wealth and of poverty and through all that life may bring” Christopher repeated not taking his eyes off of me.

Then came my turn

“Emma, Please repeat after me. I Emma take thee King Christopher Pike to be my lawfully wedded husband and king. I hereby vow to love you, to cherish you, to honour, to support, to care for, to be faithful and to stand by you in times of joyfulness and of sadness, times of health and of sickness, times of wealth and of poverty and through all that life may bring.”

“I Emma take thee King Christopher Pike to be my lawfully wedded husband and king. I hereby vow to love you, to cherish you, to honour, to support, to care for, to be faithful and to stand by you in times of joyfulness and of sadness, times of health and of sickness, times of wealth and of poverty and through all that life may bring.”

Though my vow was pretty much the same as Christopher’s, the words resonated between us and were filled with love and sincerity.

Our vows were followed by exchanging of rings, prayers, hymns and last but not least the most important part of the ceremony

With all eyes on us, the Bishop asked Christopher

“Do you King Christopher take Emma as your lawfully wedded wife and queen? For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, ’til death do you part?”

“I do.” He replied

The Bishop turned to me next

“Do you Emma take his majesty King Christopher as your lawfully wedded husband and king? For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, ’til death do you part?”

There was no thinking about my answer, I knew exactly what it was

“I do.”

With that said the moment had finally come

“King Christoper, Emma you have sworn yourselves to one another, exchanged vows and declared your love for and commitment to one another here today. It gives me great pleasure, therefore, to proclaim you to be husband and wife, king and queen. King Christopher, you may now crown your queen and kiss your bride.”

Lifting my veil up with his fingertips, and taking my crown from its case being held open by Spock and placing it on my head Christopher announced

“I crown you Queen Emma. First of her name. My wife, now and for the rest of our days.”

Now that I was Queen he bought my his lips to meet mine, and to the sounds of jubilant cheers and applause, we shared a long and romantic kiss, grinning at each other as we eventually pulled away. Filled with the happiness that we now felt.

#6/16 #Christopher Pike #My Modern Fairytale #Modern Royalty AU #Royal Wedding #Romance #Drama #please leave feedback

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Two Hundred and Twenty-One Thoughts I Had During The Avengers: Endgame

(Ordering.. loosely based on memory. Spoilers DEFINITELY included, as well as some serious profanity)

Aw fuck. Yeah, Hawkeye- is he dead? Shit, well his family is now. That's sad..

TONY'S TEACHING NEBULA HOW TO PLAY A GAME. That's good. Thanos was a really shitty father who only ripped her apart and taught her how to enslave and murder mass populations. Bitch deserves a childhood. Ha! And she's competitive... Go figure.

I know Tony's going to die, but shit, really? They're going to do this is the first ten minutes?!

Aw, Tony's dead! Fuck! Wait- what's that!? Oh, that's the Marvel chick! Crap, I knew I should have watched that fucking movie first...

Groot and Neb's hand holding.. my god... so THIS is how this movie is going to go...

Well, Tony's still a prick. Space didn't change him. Didn't we see this tantrum in Civil War? Or was that Iron Man II? ...wait, now that I think about it, boy whines A LOT.

I feel bad harping on Tony. He totally has to die to save the planet- circa: “I shouldn’t be alive, unless it was for a reason, I know what I have to do, and I know it is right.” He's my favorite character and he was alone for, like, five years. Tony deserves more respect.

THANOS IS DEAD. Yeah.. this makes sense... what's the rest of the fucking movie about?

Five year time jump, really? REALLY? You should have made us wait longer for this movie, then.

What even are The Avengers doing? Oh, okay bye, Captain Marvel. We didn't need you anyway...

HOLY FUCK ANT MAN!? DUDE! Where did you come from? OH OH! Your kid's alive!? That's super cool. But dammit, yeah, get your ass back to headquarters. You've got shit to erase!

Oh... and you know how? Okay cool...That's a good save on your irrelevant Avengers plot line.

TONY HAS A KID!? HOLY FUCK! NOOO TONY AND PEPPER MAN MY FUCKING HEART IS BLEEDING!

You want Tony to what now?! But his kid! SHIT. This is, like, not good. He's going to erase his kid with this shotty time travel idea. FUCCCKKKKK....

Or not... I get it Tony, but I don't believe you. See you in a few days.

I love you three thousand. ughhhh just kill me.

Haha... Hulk. What the fuck are you?! This, this REALLY? This is the best of both worlds... okay... okay... settle down Hannah Montana. OH! And you're, like, some weird-ass celebrity now? Cool.

Did we really just watch a two minute scene about NOT taking a picture with Ant Man? No one likes Ant Man. Sorry not sorry Paul Rudd.

Haha- Little Paul Rudd... Haha- Old Paul Rudd... Okay, really? This has gone on too long. Ha- and he pissed himself... cool.

TONY HERE TO SAVE THE WORLD BECAUSE HE'S THE ONE TRUE GENIUS. FUCK YES BITCH.

See, told you we'd see him in a few days.

Hawkeye is, like, a hitman now? Makes sense...

THOR IS FAT. OMG THOR IS FAT. A DRUNK TOO, BUT OMG THOR IS FAT.

Fiancé in my ear: "They got a lot of shit for this apparently... fat shaming"

OMG THIS IS HILARIOUS THOR IS A FAT DRUNK WHO PLAYS VIDEO GAMES ALL DAY. IT ME!??? HAHA Comedic relief while everyone is trying to figure out time-travel and quantum whatever. Haha, Thor, you've finally after ten years redeemed yourself for me.

Yeah, time travel practice-run with the depressed guy. AW HAWKEYE'S KID.. oh..and he's back.. yeah.. this wasn't painful for NO FUCKING REASON.

Okay, let's do this. I am tired of waiting... go go go go go. GO TO THE PAST.

Wait, where the fuck is everyone going again?

Oh, New York, cool cool, OH SHIT WAIT... Like, THIS New York. FUCK MAN. WE ARE REALLY BRINGING IT BACK.

Hahahaha Hulk smash.. kinda.. ugh.. man, level-headed Hulk is, like "I'm trying man. He won't come out!"- all over again. FUCK THIS IS FUNNY.

Wait, okay, Captain and Tony going to the- OH SHIT LOKI, okay, I remember now.. man I should have fucking rewatched all these movies. My ADD IS KILLING me right now.

We're not close to three hours yet, are we?? ARE WE?? *checks clock* okay, good, good, proceed...

Okay, Asgard, got it, got it... HAHAHA Fat-Thor, this will never get old, and Rocket.. this should be interesting...

Settle down, Thor.. Jesus, how the mighty have fallen....

Wait Nebula, who else knows the stone is here!? WHAT'S GOING ON. DON'T BE OMINOUS, BITCH. OUT WITH IT.

It's Thanos. It's definitely Thanos.

Ohhh OMG GUARDIANS YES. YOU DANCE, STARLORD. YOU DANCE. ... wait... he looks insane dancing to no music. THIS IS GOLD, MY FRIENDS, PURE FUCKING GOLD.

OH FUCK NO. Black Widow and Hawkeye are going there?! Shit.. I know what this means. Wait.. I KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS! NOOOOOOO NATASHA AND HAWKEYE.

Hulk's just over here talking to Tilda, whatever her name is, like, wanna grab a cup of coffee and chit-chat a while?! BITCH, THIS IS YOUR FAULT. GIVE HIM THE DAMN STON- oh shit, now he is out of his body. PLOT TWIST. PUT HIM BACK YOU MONSTER! WE ARE ALREADY OPERATING AT HALF CAPACITY HERE!

Okay, New York. Got this... Wait, which one is which? I can tell which Iron Man, is which... because well, Tony has issues with LEAVING SHIT ALONE.

Hahaha Hulk and the stairs.

America's ass? Really..

I'm pretty sure Scar Jo has America's ass.

Okay, Loki, yup, okay.. and sweet talking Captain. We got this.

HAIL HYDRA. I AM DEAD.

I kinda forgot Antman was here... OH GROSS GET OUT OF TONY! What the fuck are you doing in there!

IF Tony dies in the past? What happens in the future... THIS SHIT IS SO CONFUSING. I HATE TIME TRAVEL.

Past Tony is dead?

Is this part of the plan?

Oh, sorry, jumped the gun... He's okay.

HAHA THOR HAMMERING TONY'S HEART!

HAHAHA HULK AND THE STAIRS!

Loki, what are yo- FUCKING LOKI. Wait, what? FUCK. COME BACK. WHY DO YOU ALWAYS FUCK EVERYTHING UP YOU SPINELESS, DEMONIC, SPACE-MAN, YOU?!

FUCK IT WAS THANOS. BITCH TURN OFF YOUR BRAIN. NEBULA YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING- wait, what is happening?!

Okay, we got two stones, right? RHODES HAS THAT STONE, RIGHT?

YES BITCH! NEBULA BETRAYED YOU. YOU'RE LITERALLY THE WORST PERSON (person?) EVER, THANOS. FUCKING DAMMIT.

Wait, we're going where now? I am confused. WHAT THE FUCK IS IN JERSEY. THERE'S NOTHING IN JERSEY! I CAN SAY THIS SHIT BECAUSE I AM FROM CONNECTICUT AND DRIVING THROUGH JERSEY IS THE WORST PART OF ANY SOUTHERN DIRECTED DRIVE!

OH... Jersey... ohhhhhh... okay.

Is that?! OMG IS THAT HOWARD STARK?!

Your name is Howard? Really, Tony.. really? ...Howard...Potts...

WOW I DIDN'T KNOW HOW MUCH I WANTED THIS, BUT NOW IT'S HAPPENING AND OMG. HUG OR SOMETHING! THAT IS YOUR FATHER TONY! UGH. I am already too emotional for this..

Wait, how long has this movie been on so far? Don't check, don't check, don't check....

Thor literally has the bloody easiest job. Like hug your mom, sneak a peek at Nat. Port, and take the stone? What did they need Rocket for?! He should be with Nebula, WHERE HE WOULD BE FUCKING USEFUL!

Hulk's still just talking to Tilda, what's her name. YES BITCH DOCTOR STRANGE WAS A DOUCE. NOW GIVE HIM THE DAMN ST- okay, thank you. Job well done, Tilda. See you, probably never again...

Nebula vs. Nebula?! Bitch was such a suck up. This is ridiculous. Is this really Canon?!

Okay yeah, appease your demented father. NEW-NEBULA! SPIT IT THE FUCK OUT. "THANOS KILLS YOU GAMORA! HE LITERALLY THROWS YOU OFF A-"

NO NO THE CLIFF.

FUCK ME. Who is this.. okay.. Hawkeye has kids, but Black Widow is a female. What is going to... wait, what are they even talking about? Has someone made a decision yet? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. STOP TALKING IN CIRCLES BOTH OF YOU. ONLY ONE HAS TO DIE. BE SMART ABOUT THIS. IF YOU BOTH GO DOW-

-Oh no Hawkeye-

-Oh no Black Widow

Wait..

...now I'm...

No.. okay, Black Widow... That's sad...

What a waste of a really good butt.

PEGGY CARTER. FUCK MY FUCKING HEART MAN.

Are we good to go yet? We got the stones, and some more magic potion... I kinda forgot we needed that, but that's good... that's good...

STARK HUGS! FTFW.

We're home!

Guys, that's not Nebula! THAT'S NOT FUCKING NEBULA. Okay, we're just going to ignore the fact that her arms are different and-

Yes guys, it's sad, Black Widow is dead... I'm sad too, but GUYS, COME THE FUCK ON. WE'VE GOT SHIT TO DO! STONE, SNAP, BRING BACK, TAKE OUT NEBULA BECAUSE SHE'S A BITCH!

Hulk is made for this. Really? Really guys? Because that looks like it belongs to Tony's suit. ARE WE REALLY IGNORING-

OH... oh shit... it's fine guys, the hand grows.

OH FUCK HE SNAPPED.

DID IT WORK?! DID IT WORK?!

DID IT FUCKING-

ANSWER THE PHONE!!!!

ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE! WHO IS FUCKING CALL-

OMG! HIS WIFE! HAWKEYE! AHHH. IT WORKED! WAIT- WHAT THE-

Wait.

What is?

OMG WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?

OMG WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING.

FUCKING- WHAT?!

Thanos. FUCKING, Thanos.

Shit, where's the hand?! WHERE ARE THE FUCKING STONES.

Wait who has them?

Where is everyone?!

OMG THEY'RE DROWNING!

I can't even remember who is here right now..

Is everyone alive?

Where are the other avengers? WHAT IS- Nebula, seriously, go home. You're ruining this. APPEASE DADDY YOU BITCH.

Sure, cool... Thanos why don't you just pop your happy ass down on that rock. Take a fucking load off. Have a good rest... because... IF YOU'VE FORGOTTEN, YOU HAVEN'T EVEN DONE ANYTHING IN THIS TIMELINE YET, YOU LAZY PIECE OF-

Wait, that's actually kinda badass.

You're just sitting there hanging out and-

OH GOD WHAT ARE THOSE THINGS?! FUCKING MUTANT GIANT ALIEN BUGS!

RUN HAWKEYE RUN!

THEY'RE STILL DROWNING! GODDAMN, DO SOMETHING USEFUL FOR ONCE, ANTMAN, INSTEAD OF THROWING OUT THEORIES THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN HELP EXECUTE! HURRY, FUCKER, HURRY!

Thanos vs. Iron Man, Captain America, and Thor. Okay, I don't understand how this isn't over in, like, two seconds...

Seriously, what makes this Thanos guy so badass?

Like what is his secret?

Maybe it's Maybelline?

Fucking Thanos...

SHIT WE ALL GUNNA DIE!

TONY! IS THIS... is this it? Are we-

Are we dead now?

That's right, Gamora. Help your fucking SISTER!

Did Nebula just commit suicide?

That's awkward...

Seriously, is no one going to say how painfully awkward that was to watch?

NOO TONY!

NOO CAP-!

HOLY SHIT WE ARE SO OUT NUMBERED! FUCKING THANOS.

WHAT IS-

Oh...my god.

OH MY GOD!

THEY'RE HERE! THEY'RE FUCKING HERE!

OH MY GOOD, ALL THAT IS HOLY, GOD!!

Is that, IT IS! STARLORD!

BLACK PANTHER!

GROOT! HOLY SHIT, YOU GIANT TREE, YOU. I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH!

Wait, where is- SPIDERMAN! YASSS YOU, WEB-SWINGING, LITTLE BASTARD, YOU. I TOTALLY HATED YOU BEFORE YOU DIED AND I REGRET THAT NOW. IM SO FUCKING SORRY.

IS THAT PEPPER-FUCKING-STARK, MAN!?

GIANT-ASS ANT-MAN. I take back whatever I said about you before. SQUISH THANOS’ ARMY LIKE THE TINY SPINELESS BUGS THAT THEY ARE!

Is that... insensitive?

Seriously, how are you guys still losing?! WHAT IS THANOS!? FUCKING GOD. THAT'S WHAT- HOW ARE YOU ALL SO USELESS RIGHT NOW?!

SPIDERMAN AND IRON MAN!

DOCTOR STANGE DID THE SPARKELY CIRCLE. Omg, I am dead.

THIS IS NICE! HUGS. Holy fuck. MY FUCKING HEART.

GAMORA! But wait, Q, that's not...

OUCH! FUCKING NUT-KICK ON POINT.

HAHAHAHA- yes, Gamora, that's the one... HAHAHA

Yeah, Doctor Strange is a prick Tony, we know this. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T TELL US? I swear to fucking god I'm coming for you Cumberbatch if this doesn't fucking work-

HOW ARE WE STILL LOSING?! YOU HAVE THE FULL-SPAN OF THE AVENGERS, AND A FUCKING BADASS WAKANDA ARMY, AND YOU ARE STILL LOSING.

This is like one badass game of keep-away.

Seriously, though... of all the games we learned as kids, THIS is the one we're going with?

HOW ABOUT HIDE THE FUCKING HAND SOMEWHERE ELSE FAR FUCKING AWAY FROM THANOS.

OH SHIT SPACESHIP FIRE!!!

OH SHIT WATER!!!!

Water? Really?

STRANGE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! What is that thing!? Now, use it! PUSH IT! Dammit, okay, cool, just stand there holding a giant ass water weapon that you could be throwing at Thanos' giant-ass head!

Are we all dead yet?

How long has this movie been on for?

Don't fucking look, MEGHAN.

GROOT AND ROCKET- OH MY FUCKING GOD.

WHAT IS THE SPACE SHIP SHOOTING AT!? WHAT THE-

FUCKING C. MARVEL. REALLY. DAMN, YOU FIERCE BITCH!

Oh, oh, look at you, girl! Go girl, go! You put down that blue-faced mongrel.

FEMALE MONTAGE. FUCKING FUCK, HOLY HELL, FUCKING A.

SHIT! OH DAMN... Those stones... how did I forget about the stones again. FUCKING! DON'T LET HIM PUT IT ON!!!

Seriously, we are fixing a car right now?? Is this really important?? I feel like this can wait until after Thanos is dead.

Someone call DCF... what the fuck did Thanos just do to Spiderman?

DAMMIT! HE PUT IT ON.

GET IT OFF HIM CM! DON'T LET HIM-

Oh jeez, he made CM look like a ragdoll.Oh... more ragdolls...

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING. WHY CAN'T I KEEP UP WITH THIS BULL-SHIT.

WHO IS DEAD? IS ANYONE DEAD? WHAT THE FUCK?!

SHIT THE GLOVE IS ON AGAIN!

How did we not learn the first time, NOT to let that happen.

WAIT! GO TONY GO TONY GO!

NOOO TONY NOOO TONY NO.

Wait, I'm pretty sure I saw those stones fall off...

HE SNAPPED.

Deep breath... nothing.. ha.. Thanos you little grumpy bitch.

Stones-

TONY HAS THE STONES!

BITCH, YOU KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN!

YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU JUST HAD FUCKING HOLES READY FOR FIVE INFINITY STONES SET INTO YOUR FUCKING IRON MAN ARMOR THE WHOLE ENTIRE TIME!? WHAT THE-

Yes baby, YOU are Iron Man.

SIT THE FUCK DOWN THANOS.

YOU BLOW AWAY IN THE WIND, BITCH.

BLOW

BYE BITCH, BYE!

No... Tony....

Peter fucking Parker.. no.

God no, what the fuck. I didn't need this.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark"- just... fucking kill me.

SOMEONE CALL PEPPER! HER HUSBAND IS-

Oh, hi Pepper...

Jesus Christ.

WERE GOING TO BE OKAY. REST NOW, TONY! OMG. Seriously, just kill me. OMG ... WHAT THE FUCK.

FUCKING EMOTIONS.

Wait, did we win? I forgot to pay attention.

Has anyone seen Groot in a minute? How is my giant fucking ficus doing?

HOW LONG HAS THIS MOVIE BEEN ON?

Do we have to watch them put the stones back? I really hope not. I cannot take anymore stress tonight.

I LOVE YOU THREE THOUSAND.

FUCK ME.

TONY HAS A HEART... and mine is having palpitations.

OMG EVERYONE'S HERE! WE CELEBRATE YOU, TONY STARK.

IS THAT- OH GOD, ALL THAT IS HOLY. IT IS! HARLEY OMG!

WE'RE CONNECTED.

YOUR DAD IS A PUSSY, BUT WE ARE CONNECTED.

God, this fucking hurts.

Happy and MORGAN. What the fuck.

CHEESEBURGERS?! YOU WANT FUCKING CHEESEBURGERS?! OF COURSE YOU FUCKING DO.

As if my emotions weren't compromised enough already...

Thor giving his throne up to a badass- FUCK YEAH HE IS.

Fucking really, Wanda and Hawkeye. Shit. I give up. I'm just going to sit here now....

I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU CAPTAIN AMERICA. JUST PUT THE STONES BACK SO I CAN LEAVE THIS GODDAM THEATRE AND DROWN MYSELF IN WINE.

Oh... you're old now, Captain...

This makes sense.

Wait, does this make sense?

Weren't you like frozen or something? Did that just not happen? I fucking hate time travel.

Oh, and you married Peggy.

Is that really the end? Seriously. WHAT.

OMG... THIS CREDIT MONTAGE. WHAT THE-

OH IT CHANGED.

HOLY FUCK. GOODBYE TO THE FIRST GENERATION! I AM CRYING.

NATASHA. SCAR JO.. OMG. I LOVE YOU.

TONY.

Fucking Robert Downey Jr, I love you man. Thank you for 12 brilliant years. FUCK. I need a nap.

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totaldilfiam · 6 years

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If John Lennon survived (pt.2/?)

Okay, just like to say thanks to those of you who read the last chapter yesterday. The updating schedule should be every weekday (no weekends) unless I’ve notified you guys otherwise. So, please enjoy this new chapter. Btw, all chapters are in Paul’s perspective unless I say otherwise. If you ever want to find this story on its own rather than digging endlessly through posts, just search “IF JOHN LENNON HAD LIVED” on my page

“I’m telling you George these recording sessions are going great. Why don’t you come join us. We’ll record some of your songs too, if you like.” I had been talking, well more like begging George to join us in the recording studio.

“Well, Paul, how do I put this? You’re my friend. A very close one at that, but business wise, you’re rather pushy,” I don’t know why, but these words made my stomach crash into my heart.

“Oh, I guess I was pretty bad. But that was then, y’know?” I waited, longing for the long, awkward silence to end.

“Ringo’ll be there too, right?”

“Yep!” Yes, I think I have him now.

“I’ll see you there next week. I’ll get more details from Ringo, but so much as two corrections towards my guitar playing, then I’ll...” What was he going to do?

“I’ll storm out faster than you can say hey Jude,” and just like that I heard a click and the dead buzz of the phone. My head perked up when I heard John come in. He had gone to visit Yoko’s lawyer over some copyright bull crap.

“Paulie, darling, I’ve got some great news! Because of there being no evidence that Yoko helped write my songs, we get seventy percent of the proceeds from them, and we have total control over what could be done with them!” God, he sounded happy. I loved it when he was happy.

“That’s great darling. George will be joining us next week for our recording.”

“Mmm, that’ll be good. I was thinking we could both cover ‘Watching the Wheels’ because, well, uh, we’re like that. We are living in that song,” I almost teared up from this. Since John had divorced Yoko in 1981, exactly a year after the- well, you know, his “injury”, they’d been fighting over the rights to songs, and John finally won.

“We should celebrate,” the words whisped out of my mouth as if I were scared. I knew what John’s idea of fun was. I had the same sense of fun too.

“Yeah Macca, what do you think we should do?”

“Well John, you kn-”

“I was thinking we could go out to eat, how bout you Paul?” was this a joke. Well, it was his battle, so it’d be nice to just go with it.

“Oh, uh, yeah, that sounds perfect, lu-,” John suddenly got closer to me and lightly placed his soft lips on mine. The kiss got more and more passionate until it got aggressive. He pushed me up against the edge of the table before suddenly stopping.

“You know that whole going out to eat thing was a joke, right?” I just nodded before John leaned in and whispered lightly in my ear, “Now, that table doesn’t look to comfortable against your leg. How about we take this to the bedroom...” He attached his lips to mine once more and without letting we stumbled into our bedroom like a pair of gay drunken sailors.

Soon the kiss turned into a competition for dominance, which John stubbornly won as always. As he kissed me deeply he dug his hands through my hair, and I dug mine into his back. He soon reached his hands down to my hips, grabbing and pulling as we went along. With much ease I soon ended up on my back with him straddling over me- that was until our doorbell rang, about four times with only five seconds in between to be precise.

“Crap, it’s Sean,” John whispered in my ear as he froze over me in his bent frame. We had totally forgotten that Sean - John’s son with Yoko - would be staying with us during his trip here in London.

We both ran down the steps as fast we could before Sean would press that damned bell again. W both fumbled with the doorknob trying to decide who would open it. I decided to be the bigger man and just let John do it. It was his son, after all. He opened the door and caught Sean in the middle of his seventh time pressing the doorbell. I never thought a twenty-four year old man would manage to press a button that much.

“Hi there, Sean,” I yelped rather oddly. He awkwardly walked in to our house, suitcase still in hand. After I took his bag he gave his father a big hug and whispered some thing in his ear. John just looked at him gently and smiled. God, I wish I knew what he said.

“Sorry,” Sean’s voice was a little high pitched with that same raspiness his father spoke with, “the doorbell was just kinda cool y’know... With the lights and everything.” He was kind of cute, in the sense of a curious child. I though of laughing at the remark, but I didn’t. Our doorbell was cool. It lit up green all the time, but when you pressed it it pulsed blue for about four seconds. Oh, that’s why he pressed it every five seconds.

“Here, let me take your coat Sean. Sit,” John and Sean must be very close. Didn’t seem that way. He hardly talked about him unless it was after one of their famous thirty minute calls.

“Uhh,” I felt compelled to mention something, anything, “Would you like a cupa?”

“A cup of what?” he just stared at me blankly.

“Oh,” I suddenly realized that they probably don’t say things like cuppa in America, “I meant a cup of tea.” He just laughed and we joined in.

The rest of the night was warm and filled with old stories and laughter. The dinner was good. John cooked bread and I just made a big salad. I loved this. I wished I could raise a family with John. Maybe we’d adopt... Oh, but we were old, and I already had six kids, including John’s to, to, well, I guess they’re adults now. All we have to do is comfort and give them good advice.

“Hey, Macca, you alright? You’ve been in this trance all night,” It was only then I’d realized that I was lying in bed next to John.

“Is it Sean? I know, he’s an odd kid, but that’s just him. He’s creative, not odd. Paul, is it me?”

“No John, not in a thousand years. Sean’s fine, I think he’s perfect. I was thinking...”

“What? What, is it? Tell me Paul,” God, he was like a puppy when curiosity got the best of him.

“John, what do you think about adopting a kid? I’d love to raise one with you.”

#if john lennon had lived #paul mccartney #John Lennon #John Paul George and Ringo #mclennon

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Guess What? I’m Not a Robot Ch22

Summary: Deep philosphical conversations over the nature of love and androids having emotions... between three college students and an android

Chapter warnings: Some strong language. Mentions of anxiety

Word Count: 1,875

10.35AM Sunday 7th November 2038

Eventually, it was just Alex, Paul and Megan left in the lounge.

“You two okay?” Alex asked, and Megan looked at Paul.

“I’m fine,” she shrugged. “Paul?”

“I, I would to talk to Alex alone. Please.”

Megan blinked in surprise, but swung her bag over her shoulders. “O-okay. I’ll, er, use the bathroom.”

“Upstairs and to the left,” Alex gave directions, and Megan followed them. Once the door fell shut Alex turned to Paul.

“What’s gotten you so riled up?” they asked. “Because if it’s Connor then as long as you don’t draw attention to yourself or break the law you’ll be fine!”

“Like not wearing android identifiers, hiding my LED and joining a group for android rights,” Paul raised his eyebrow.

“...Fair point,” Alex conceded. “Although, we are a small group and the identifiers are easy to get away with.”

Paul shrugged that point, and shifted awkwardly. “It’s also about Megan.”

“What about her?” Alex had an odd smirk on their face.

“Did you put it in her head that I had romantic feelings for her?”

“You mean you don’t?” Alex asked.

“I don’t know! I’ve had emotions for less than two weeks! You guys have them for years and still don’t know what love feels like!”

“Okay, I can’t speak from experience, but I’ve heard enough times to get an idea,” Alex tapped their fingers together in thought, apparently unconcerned by Paul’s outburst. “From what I hear, the person you like makes your stomach feel like it’s full of butterflies. They can also make you feel really happy around them. Er, that’s all I’ve got,” Alex shrugged. “Sorry. Ivy will have a better idea.”

Paul nodded, coming to the same conclusion he had the other night.

“Not romantic love then. Okay. Thought I’d check with someone who might understand a bit more.”

“I’m still not a good person to ask, but okay,” Alex threw their arms up and shrugged over dramatically. “I’m still shipping you two.”

“Great,” Paul sighed. “No pressure then.”

“Why? Have you two been fighting?”

“No, no. Megan’s just...”

“Been Megan?”

“I suppose so, yes. You’ve known her longer than I have.”

“You’ve been good for her,” Alex’s expression softened. “And not everyone’s easy to get along with all the time. There are ups and downs.”

“We haven’t been fighting a lot,” Paul assured. “She just seems to like to scare me.”

“She does that sometimes,” Alex smirked. “Oh, I also wanted to ask her how her appointment went!”

“I wouldn’t,” Paul advised. “She hasn’t said anything to me about it. She just gets very quiet, and hides on the roof at 3AM.”

“Wait, what?” Alex asked, half laughing.

“That’s what scared me.”

“I can imagine,” Alex was still laughing. “That’s Megan for you I guess.”

Paul found himself chuckling. “Anyway, I suppose we’d better go.”

“I’d say you can stay if you want, but I don’t think Megan would be okay with that.”

“Yeah,” Paul agreed.

“Glad to know you two know me so well,” Megan said through the door, making Alex snort with laughter, and Paul freeze. How much had she heard?

“So, you sticking around, or are you going to go?” Alex asked.

“I’ve got to catch up on some work. Paul? How about you?”

Paul found himself in an odd position. He wasn’t bound to stay with Megan. He could easily spend time with Alex if he wanted to.

Seeing that Paul was taking some time to respond, Alex stepped in.

“I need to work on some essays too. So if you two would...” they made shooing motions with their hands.

“Okay. We’ll go,” Paul felt relieved, which was obvious to both Alex and Megan.

“C’mon then. We’ve got a bus to catch,” Megan smiled, and Paul followed her out of the house.

12PM Sunday 7th November 2038

Megan stared at her phone, thumb hanging over the call button. She figured she’d better get calling her brother out of the way, but so far hadn’t worked up the nerve to do it.

“You’ve been staring at your phone for five minutes,” Paul informed, not looking up from the book he was reading.

“I have no idea what I’m going to say,” Megan admitted, chuckling nervously. “He’ll be suspicious as well. Calling him twice in one day.”

“Well, he vaguely remembers the 3AM conversation,” Paul thought, “Just say the truth. You want clarification.”

“But what should I start with?”

“I believe ‘hello’ is standard practice.”

“You know what I mean,” Megan responded irritably.

“Ask him how he is and say that you want to ask him something. Then ask it.”

“You make it sound so fucking simple.”

“Because, it is?” Paul was uncertain. In theory calling someone was simple and easy. Yet Megan managed to make it look the exact opposite.

“It’s supposed to be,” Megan sighed. “I know it’s stupid and there’s not even a definite reason why I’m nervous about this. I just am!”

Paul put his book down. “Stop, breathe, try again.”

Megan looked at him, slightly irritated, but followed his advice. She closed her eyes, focused on her breathing for a minute. When she opened them again, she stared at the green button before steeling her resolve and pressing it.

She placed it against her ear and listened to the phone connecting to her brother’s.

“Hey Megan, everything okay?” James picked up fairly quickly, sounding concerned.

“Yeah, everything’s good here, you?” Megan cringed at how awkward that was, but James didn’t comment on it.

“Yeah, better, thanks,” James sighed. “Is there any reason you called?”

Here it was, the big question. “Do you remember the android question I asked you last night?”

“Vaguely. I was drunk, remember? Ask me again.”

“Yeah, um,” Megan swallowed. “If, if androids gained emotions and self awareness, do you think they should have the same rights as us?”

“... I thought you were taking History, not Philosophy.”

“Philosophy comes up,” Megan assured. “Just, answer the question.”

“I mean, when you word it like that, I guess, but, how would you prove it?”

Megan paused. “Elaborate.”

“Well, how do we prove they aren’t simulating it for, survival reasons? Self preservation or something? Humans emote and empathise easily right?”

“And humans can be really cruel for no reason,” Megan countered. “To other humans.”

“Okay, but still, how do we know they aren’t simulating it?”

“Does it matter? Don’t humans lie about their own feelings all the time?”

“There’s a difference between pride and not feeling anything.”

“People who are grieving, people with depression, hell, even psychopaths,” Megan was getting started on a tangent. “All of these people either don’t feel for various reasons or physically can’t. Are they less than human?”

“Well, psychopaths kill people.”

“Most don’t, and anyone with mental illness so bad they don’t feel anything don’t usually start killing sprees either.”

“Some do.”

“Most don’t,” Megan reiterated. “Humans are varied creatures, going back to androids, if they feel and become sentient then surely they’ll be just as varied.”

“What are you even trying to get at anymore?” James groaned.

“Trying to give you things to think about with the original question.”

“Yeah, all you’ve done is compare androids to psychopaths,”

“That wasn’t what I was getting at!” Megan ran her hand across her face.

“That’s all I heard.”

“I’m trying to say that for whatever reason there are humans who can’t empathise or really feel emotion. Does whether androids feel emotion or simulate it matter?”

“I, suppose not,” James also appeared to running his hand over his face from the slightly exasperated way he said that. “I, I don’t know Megan. That’s a big question. Hell, is that even possible?”

Megan looked at Paul, suddenly uncertain on how to proceed. If she said yes, he would ask how she knew. If she said no, he would ask why she was asking.

“I, guess?” Megan ended up wimping out and going neutral. “I mean, it wouldn’t surprise me.”

“Okay, what brought this on? Something someone said?” James, more exasperated than ever. “Because if you’re going off of what someone said, then you really need to think about that a little more before quizzing me alright?”

“I, erm,” Megan struggled to regain her thoughts.

“It’s a nice idea Megs, but I don’t see it happening. I’ve got to go meet the guys, so, see you later?”

Megan sighed, defeated. “See you later.”

James hung up and Megan put her phone on her desk.

“Waste of time,” she muttered.

“Well, you tried,” Paul offered, “although I don’t appreciate the comparison to psychopaths.”

Megan groaned. “I’m sorry! It was the first thing that came to mind.”

“You are right,” Paul admitted, “psychopaths aren’t usually killers, but the word doesn’t have great connotations.”

“I know,” Megan groaned, sitting in her desk chair. “I’ll try not to say that if I ever have to defend androids verbally.”

“That would definitely give the wrong impression,” Paul agreed.

“You’re not angry about that?”

“I know you and I know what you meant,” Paul sighed. “If anyone else had said it, then, yes, I would be angry. With you I’m just irritated.”

“Thanks,” Megan smiled. “And, I know you’re bored. You don’t have to stick around here you know.”

Paul went quiet.

“Paul?”

“I, I know. I’m just, comfortable, here.”

“We need to get you out more.”

“Says you,” Paul looked over the back of the couch at Megan. “You only ever leave to go to college.”

“Yeah, but you’re not riddled with anxiety,” Megan countered.

“You’re not the one breaking the law every time you leave the building!” Paul shot back, surprising himself and Megan with the anger in his voice.

Megan leaned away from him in shock, eyes wide. He quickly tried to bring that back.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay,” Megan was quick to reassure.

“No, it’s not. Sorry, that had been building up,” Paul put his book down and put his head in his hands. “It’s not your fault.”

Megan stayed in her seat for a minute, not sure how to proceed. For this one, she had no idea how to react. Paul sat back up and retrieved his book.

“Let’s just, forget that.”

“No,” Megan disagreed quietly. “If it’s something you’re worried about, then...”

“Then what?” Paul asked when Megan struggled to continue. “Are you going to stop the police from arresting me if someone knocks my hat off?”

For that, Megan didn’t need to answer. They both knew she’d want to, but she wouldn’t be able to.

“Is there any way to get rid of your LED?” she suddenly asked.

“I, suppose,” Paul mused. “While it is attached to my cranium, nothing would be damaged if I removed it.

“So, would you? Get rid of it?”

Paul considered it, and struggled to get it into words. His LED was as much a part of him as his nose, his arm, and he said as much.

“And if you needed to survive, you could cut those off,” Megan offered. “It’s extreme, but doable without dying.”

Paul shook his head. “Then I’d rather not, not unless I had to.”

“Okay,” Megan nodded to herself. “Okay.”

The two settled into an easy silence, doing their own thing.

So, a but of a jump around all over the place today. Paul is going to have a few more of those whiplash mood changes, but that's just because he's still learning, and therefore still struggling to get a grip on things when emotion overtakes him for a second.

Up to you if you want to believe that Megan was listening by the door for the first scene or not. I can't decide myself. Other Options Flowchart

(Paul) Stay at Alex's (would lead to a different scene with Alex and the phone call scene going without Paul and subsequent argument). Go back with Megan.

(Megan) Tell James it is possible (likely to out Paul). Tell James it isn't.

(Megan) Agree to forget Paul's outburst.

Tags! @nightmarejim @septicart-appreciation

#Detroit Become Human #Detroit Become Human fanfic #Guess What? I'm Not a Robot #Guess What I'm Not a Robot Ch22 #deviant android #deviant android debates #TheShapeshifter100 writes

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The Sin of Apathy

There's a battle going on. I don't know if everyone is aware of this. Watch out for that wicked tool of the enemy called apathy along with his distraction of prosperity which might lead you right into inactivity. This is the theme of Deborah's song in Judges 5. After the strange and yet decisive battle which saw three awkward people used in diverse ways to deliver Israel from the King of Hazor, we turn to a beautiful song from the Prophetess Deborah to hear her point of view. The passage that sticks out is this mild rebuke to the tribes who failed to come help: Judges 5:15–16 (ESV) the princes of Issachar came with Deborah, and Issachar faithful to Barak; into the valley they rushed at his heels. Among the clans of Reuben there were great searchings of heart. 16 Why did you sit still among the sheepfolds, to hear the whistling for the flocks? Among the clans of Reuben there were great searchings of heart.

Reuben was not the only tribe to stay immobile during this key battle. The tribe of Dan and Asher became preoccupied with other things:

Judges 5:17 (ESV) Gilead stayed beyond the Jordan; and Dan, why did he stay with the ships? Asher sat still at the coast of the sea, staying by his landings.

Asher and Dan were far to the west on the coast of the Mediterranean. The region of Gilead referred to the Transjordan tribes on the east of the river (Gad, Reuben and the half tribe of Manasseh). If that geography seems confusing, let me make this much simpler for you. The battle took place in the centermost area of Israel's territory and the tribes rebuked for not helping were the ones furthest from the war. Deborah's rebuke rings much stronger now. It is a signal warning to God's people who feel that if it is not their battle/issue, it's not worth fighting. And when it comes to the purposes of God among His people, NOTHING could be further from the truth. The nation of Israel was to be a priestly nation set apart to God. It was to be a nation of concern for one another. It was to be a nation that represented to other nations that unity in the presence of God was stronger than any external threat to the people of God! Yet how sad to see several of the unaffected tribes sit idle as their brothers fought for their lives. The song of Deborah gives some hints at what hindered Reuben: "great searchings of heart". This is translated, "there was great indecision" in the New Living Translation. Also, they were listening for the song of sheep. Sheep were a prized possession in Israel, the main agricultural commodity. Perhaps they let the SOUND of their own success keep them from risking their lives for the sake of their brothers. Asher and Dan were concerned with their shipyards! How ironic since Israel never had a strong naval operation. The hints conclude the inactive tribes were more concerned with empty pursuits of prosperity than their fellow people. This must never be the case for God's nation. We cannot sit still and do nothing when the battle for the Gospel is being waged for the hearts and souls of men and women. And this battle is always happening. The counter-testament to this sad season in Israel's history is recounted for us in the book of Acts. After being filled with the Holy Spirit and facing the threats of the powers that be the Church became tighter with each other and looser with their possessions. Acts 4:32 (ESV) Now the full number of those who believed were of one heart and soul, and no one said that any of the things that belonged to him was his own, but they had everything in common. Acts 4:34-35 (ESV) There was not a needy person among them, for as many as were owners of lands or houses sold them and brought the proceeds of what was sold 35 and laid it at the apostles’ feet, and it was distributed to each as any had need.

The counter law to the sad season of Judges was given by the Apostle Paul: 1 Corinthians 12:26–27 (ESV) If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honored, all rejoice together. 27 Now you are the body of Christ and individually members of it.

The Bible is continuously making clear that God does not create a person, He creates a people, a witness to the world of strife and faction that unity is possible when we are filled with the power of God.

So the best question we can ask ourselves right now are these: Who may be suffering in my faith family that I need to call? Who may be hurting that I need to heal? Who has a need that I need to meet?

Do not let apathy or distraction of prosperity keep you from the most valuable asset you have - your family.

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#apathy #belief #Bible #Christianity #faith #God #holy spirit #indecision #Jesus Christ #Judges #pros

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i-may-have-a-point · 7 years

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Review of 14x04 “Ain’t That a Kick in the Head”

Sorry for the delay in posting! Life. Amelia - I mentioned this last week, but I want to say again how surprised I am that Amelia’s brain tumor story moved so quickly. I guess her real story this year will be figuring out who she is without this tumor impacting her actions and decisions. Marlana Hope is a welcome addition to the writing team after seeing how she wrote this particular story in this episode. Dr. Koracick is arrogant but likable, Amelia’s reactions are realistic, and humor is interjected well for a story about such a tough topic. April being Amelia’s POA and explaining, “What? Was I supposed to say no?” added levity to a scene where Amelia said her good-byes to her loved ones. “In this moment, I love you people tremendously.” What a perfect line. The scene transitions to Amelia and her team standing in the superhero pose, and Dr. Koracick speaks for all of us when he whispers, “I love this,” over the stunning instrumental music. “With surgery, you worry that you won’t wake up. With brain surgery, you worry that you will wake up, but you won’t be there when you do.” That is a beautiful way to explain Amelia’s fear. Who is she without this tumor? Well, we are about to find out as we watch Dr. Koracick cut her tumor out while singing along to the Beach Boys. The contrast of the music with the seriousness of the scene could not have been better. Whoever chose the music for this episode should choose the music for the rest of the season. After surgery, Amelia being aware of what was happening but not being able to communicate was terrifying to watch but a nice nod to Derek’s death. I also thought Deluca was a nice addition to this story. He never quite found his place in seasons past, but so far, I like him in neuro with Amelia. The scene where he forced her to sit in the chair because she made him promise to do so was brilliant. Amelia screaming in her head while collapsed against his chest, weeping, was one of my favorite scenes of the night.

I think Caterina has done an amazing job with this story, but I have to mention my issues with the story as well. Using a brain tumor to rewrite Amelia’s personality is frustrating to me. I didn’t think her personality was THAT bad, and it’s unrealistic. My dad passed away from cancer a little over a month ago. It spread to his brain, and he had his brain tumor removed in April. His tumor may have been different from the one Amelia has, but brain tumors don’t just make people act a little odd. They are debilitating. They affect memory, speech, vision, and motor skills. They don’t just cause you to make poor life choices.. I know I have to look past reality to accept this story, and that’s fine because it’s a TV show, but a part of me wishes they hadn’t depicted brain tumors so inaccurately.

Bailey/Webber/Interns - Some of these scenes were funny, but I know we are all side-eyeing these new interns wondering how they are going to shake up Grey-Sloan Memorial. Part of me doesn’t want to know.

Megan/Nathan/Meredith - I have been so impressed with how this story has been written. I was not feeling Griggs last season, mainly because it was written so poorly. This season has been just the opposite. This story has been written so well that I want Nathan with both Megan and Meredith. Not in a sister wives type way. It’s just that they are all handling an unimaginable situation with maturity and class, and I want a happy ending for all of them. Megan is incredibly likable. She is understanding of Nathan moving on, she adopted an orphaned child and raised him in a war zone, and she has been through hell and back. She deserves happiness. Meredith has been understanding of Nathan’s history with Megan, she helped him bring Farouk to Megan, and she also has been through hell and back. She deserves happiness. I am genuinely interested to see how this story plays out. I still assume Meredith will get the man in the end because she is Meredith, but if they keep writing this story this well, I will stay invested for as long as they want. (Side note: I like the parallel between Meredith telling Megan that she kidnapped her own daughter and then Meredith helping Nathan, in a way, kidnap Farouk.)

Catherine/Webber/Jackson/Koracick - I laughed out loud when Koracick said he wanted to make sure Jackson wasn’t his and Jackson said, “Nope,” and walked away. I’m not entirely sure what the point of adding in the Koracick/Catherine connection was, but it was a funny little moment.

Jo/Alex - Either Jo is going to decide to put her name on the article despite her husband possibly finding her, or I think he will be at the Harper Avery awards. He feels like a shadow closing in on Jolex. We are all just waiting for him to step out of the darkness. But what a refreshing switch it is to see Alex be her rock as opposed to last season when she feared Paul alone. This is a more realistic portrayal of their relationship and who Alex is.

April/Arizona/Alex/Mer/Maggie scene - I like scenes like this. I always have. I think this particular scene is another way the writers are taking jabs at the terrible stories of last season. Alex says, “I just wish I had a tumor to blame my stupid crap on,” and they proceed to yell out stories from last season that we could have done without. As if wishing all of them could be explained away by tumors. “Deluca, I’m sorry I hit you. Tumor.” “Riggs. Tumor.” “Minnick!” It was a subtle jab at the ridiculous writing of season 13. Thanks Marlana.

Jackson/April/Maggie - After watching this week’s episode, I stand by what I said last week. Jackson and April are both going to have individual journeys (for the most part) this season, but they will find their way back to each other. I expect some of you to call me delusional or say I am wrong, but I only write what I see. The first time we see Jackson and Maggie interact, she comments on his suit only to quickly realize he was at a funeral. Again, I saw no flirting there. And after she awkwardly walked away, Jackson very noticeably adjusted Alex’s collar. I’m not sure how the writers/directors/show could send a more intentional message to the audience than that. Jackson and Alex don’t touch. That two second gesture was put in there in response to Maggie fixing Jackson’s collar. Because that is what colleagues/friends do. It doesn’t mean that Jackson wants to drag Alex to an on-call room, and it didn’t mean that for Maggie either. Yes, they are intentionally toying with the audience by throwing stuff like that in there, but so many people are taking the bait and crazy tweeting about it, so why wouldn’t they? That moment leads into Jackson’s talk with Meredith about the Harper Avery award, further supporting my thoughts from last week that Jackson will spend a good deal of the season figuring out what it means for him to be an Avery. He is visibly annoyed that he cannot be considered for an award since he is a great surgeon and deserves recognition.

It was nice to see more of Webbery’s home. How many of us have forgiven Catherine Avery all her sins after the way she seemed annoyed at Maggie’s very presence at their dinner? We feel that on a spiritual level, Catherine. When Jackson walked in, he said, “Oh. Hey,” the way I greet acquaintances. Again, nothing. He looked a little surprised to see her maybe, but that’s about it. And the couple of times he smiled at her in the episode did not scream romantic feeling to me. She is his step-sister and friend. He should smile at her. It would be weird if he didn’t. He smiled at Meredith the exact same way before stealing her chips. Awkward, boring scenes aside, I think the main point of these scenes was for the audience to know how much money Jackson inherited. The discussion centered around the money and what he should do with it. I suspect we will see something come of Jackson inheriting this money. This was brought up for a reason.

The scene that I think most people were so angered by was when Jackson said, “I appreciate you,” to Maggie. Guys. Come on. If that was supposed to be a “moment” it would be the most lackluster romantic scene in the history of Grey’s I appreciate you? I appreciate the guy with one tooth who held the door open for me this morning. I appreciate when my waitress refills my drink. I appreciate when someone lets me merge on the interstate. However, I have absolutely no romantic interest in any of these people. That was not a Grey’s line that starts a romance. Grey’s starts a romance by two people being drawn together in a bar, spending the night together, and then finding out he is her new boss. Or two people connecting over their mutual understanding of what it means to lose the love of your life. Or two people understanding that having demons in their past (drugs, ptsd) does mean you are unlovable. Or two people who were beaten and broken down and told they were nothing can rise out of their circumstances. Or best friends turning into soul mates who only need “me and you” to make it. Epic love stories on Grey’s don’t begin with “I appreciate you.”

Were they thinking about it? Yes. April planted the idea in their heads, and they had to at least consider what the other was thinking or feeling. But, once again, the writers called them family in this episode. Catherine called Maggie his sister. SISTER. Last week, Harper called April his wife. WIFE. The writers are feeding us crumbs, and that is damn annoying, but no matter how little we are getting, there is a big difference between being called the sister and the wife when it comes to Grey’s writing.

Seeing April in the chapel just feels right. And I love that Marlana covered all aspects of who April is - religious, a fiercely loving mother, funny, and someone who feels things deeply. April is such a complex, well-developed character. Hearing April pray “Please don’t make me have to unplug her,” was both funny and true to her character. She wants Amelia to survive, but she has the strength to do what she needs to if it comes down to it. We also saw that April is continuing to evaluate her life, what she wants, what makes her happy, and where she goes from here, just like last week. Arizona seemed to be talking April into dating or having “new grown-up fun,” but I think most of that was just Arizona speaking for her own experience. April may or may not date this season as part of her journey, but if she does, I don’t think it will be anytime soon. She is focused on herself right now, as she should be. Like she said, she doesn’t want a new normal. Right now, she is surviving and that is the best she can do. There was a quick line in the scene where they were all drinking coffee outside that caught my attention and may be insignificant, but I think it is another example of the introspection and reflection April is doing. Meredith commented on how Riggs packed his bags and left to which April responds, “Riggs panicked. People panic.” n that line, I heard April relating to Riggs because she packed her bags and left once, too. That’s just one more part of her past that must be on her mind lately. And the chapel scene. How is it that Sarah Drew can have a ten second scene where she says two words, and it is breathtaking? When April is unsure, hurting, or troubled, she turns to God. But here, she went for a different reason. April is thankful. And not just that Amelia survived. Despite all the hurt and heartache in her life, April is thankful. And that just makes me love her even more.

I know many of you are angry and even jumping ship, but my feet are still planted firmly on the deck at this point. Japril has a long journey, which is frustrating, but it’s only because they can have a story like this and remain one of the most popular couples on the show. They have had two scenes together in six months, yet Grey’s posts are full of fans talking about Japril on every form of social media. They are strong enough to get a story like this, and I hesitantly say, the writers this season are strong enough to make this into an amazing story.

#grey's anatomy #japril #jolex #griggs #omelia #14x04

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Riverdale Roundup: 2x06 “ Death Proof”

Okay so here we are, back at it.

So first of all does Jughead just live in that white tank top now? I just don’t dig it and I honestly need him to put a proper shirt on. I get that he lives in a trailer park or whatever but it’s just trying too hard for me.

So Betty is racing down the street to the five seasons and you know she’s frazzled because her hair is down. She arrives to the St. Clair suite to see Nicky just chillin in a bathrobe with his fucked up face and she’s honestly shook that he isn’t dead yet. I don’t get what her plan was here? Did she think she was going to burst in to find his dead body or like the black hood mopping up blood stains? If she was going to stop the murder wouldn’t the first step to have been to call Sheriff Keller? Thankfully Sheriff Silver Fox is already on the premises ready to take names. Despite the drama of this whole scene I just can’t get past Nick in the bathrobe, he looks like such a little bish. He should not be brooding with that much ankle exposed so casually, it’s just not fitting.

By some mercy of God Betty has learned how to put her phone on silent and I am so very very grateful. I could not take one more round of “ lollipop”. Archie texts betty “ You up?” like the true Fuck Boy he is but honestly it’s like mid morning at this point so like what’s the game arch?

We see Penelope sitting down with the Lodge Loons to discuss the Nicholas issue and she’s such a stone cold bitch and like not in an iconic Alice Cooper way. What a heartless Wench. Also how is her face not fucked up? How is she not completely messed? From the first episode I thought that she was going to be bedridden but like she’s fine. Not even a scratch. Okay we see that her arm is burned later but like come on? Did Mark Sloan himself come back from the grave to reconstruct her horrible burned face back to sheer perfection?

Toni and Jughead are having breakfast and she’s all like “ Yeah we aren’t going to happen. I don’t want to be your rebound” even though the second that Jughead was like “ Betty isn’t in the picture anymore “ she was all up in his business. So like what’s the truth Toni?

Archie and Betty are coming to Pops and Betty claims she won't be answering the blackhoods calls anymore but I mean come on that sounds fake. She also claims that the people “ at the farm” are going to help Polly disappear for a while. What kind of farm is this that they take in Wayward pregnant teens and also double as a projection program? They see Toni and Jughead eating breakfast together and it’s honestly drama.

There’s an emergency meeting at the cooper house where Alice basically tells everyone that their kids are trash and huge whore’s but that Betty is an angel. Kevin learns that Bughead is no more and is honestly shook. It’s so going in his blog.

Josie’s mom is ready to lock her in a tower for taking “ jj” and decides to clear out the south side in retaliation. Archie races to South Side high to be Jugheads knight in shining armour, but Jughead just assumes he’s there to break up with him again and is v pissy about it. The cops burst into the school ready to arrest anyone wearing leather and Archie basically has to drag jughead out of there by his ear. Also Sheriff Keller and his boys are pure fashion in those hats.

Veronica doesn’t want to tell her dad about Nick getting handsy with her because she knows that Daddy will straight up murder him and not even think about it. Kevin is very disloyal to Betty honestly. I get that he’s friends with Veronica as well and that Betty was super bitchy to her but he’s only known V a few months and Betty is supposed to be like his ride or die. Could he not at least hear her out for a minute before slaying her with alliteration?

Black hood calls Betty and she obviously picks up even tho she said she wouldn’t because she’s a fucking liar. Black hood is like “ Infiltrate the dealers. Find the supplier.” sending betty out in search of the Sugar Man. For once Betty realizes that she isn’t in the FBI and is literally a fresh 15 and reminds BH that she’s “ Just a high school reporter” and he’s like “ I don’t give a single fuck. Infiltrate the dealers. Find the supplier.”

Archie is willing to break up with Jughead for Betty but he wouldn’t get back together with him for her so he tell’s Jughead to go talk to her.

Betty rolls up to the new Thorn Hill to find Cheryl lounging in a bathing suit, reading a book and enjoying a little spread. Here’s the thing. What month is it? There was literally just snow everywhere and Sweetwater River was frozen. School hasn’t been in session that long. In theory is should be like November/ December ish if that. But here Cheryl is in a bathing suit, everyone's walking around without jackets, and everyone shows up to the race in like tanktops and shorts. What is good!?! What month is it? On the subject of months how many months pregnant is Polly? She was with the sisters for like 5 months right? And she’s been home for a good while so when are the children of incest going to vacate her womb and enter riverdale where they will probably be accused of murder or something by the time they’re 6 weeks old.

Betty asks Cheryl about the Sugar man and Cheryl is like “ Duh Betty he’s a scary story my crazy ass mom created. Try to keep up.” Cheryl proceeds to rip Betty a new one about trying to ruin literally all of her childhood memories and shoos her away so she can enjoy her trail mix in peace.

Papa Andrews tries to make sure that Archie is taking care of Jughead and Archie is like “ yas i’m trying but it’s fucking hard”, meanwhile Jughead is slithering into the Goolies lair where Tall Boy is chilling saying they should all be BFFs.

Cheryl goes through a box of her and Jason's old stuff and finds a crayon drawing of Sugar man and decides that he’s real. But like??????? How is that proof?

Betty and Keller chit chat about the Sugar Man and Sheriff says that Old Clifford was the Sugar Man so now it could be anyone and they are shit out of luck. Veronica is lurking in the background so she and Betty share some milkshakes and Betty comes clean about the black hood calls. She enlists Veronica to help her find the Sugar Man and now they’re tight again.

Jughead is pacing the trailer ranting about the Goolies and it’s really dark so I did not see Archie sitting there and I honestly thought he was just ranting to Hot Dog and I was like okay how very relatable. I bitch at my dog all the time. He’s a great listener. Archie suggests they go to FP for advice and i’m like yas I miss you come back. He says they should challenge them to a street race and i’m like are you sure we shouldn’t just have another rumble at midnight. That worked very well the first time.

Cheryl tries to talk to her mom about the sugar man but her mom just calls her a crazy bitch and reminds her that she literally burned down their house so maybe she should just shut up.

The gang has to clean up this nasty ass park and Kevin is so disgusted by it that even he wouldn’t troll for stray dick there. Reggie and Josie awkwardly flirt and i’m like ohhh this is a thing now? Veronica ruins their romantic banter by demanding the number of Reggie's dealer. Infiltrate the dealer, find the supplier.

So Veronica rolls up to the south side to get the JJ from one of the Goolies goons. I get that both gangs couldn't just wear straight leather but having the Goonies wear studs and animal print really just makes them look like jokes.

“ What about my change Asshat?” This wouldn’t happen if the dealers were kind enough to take credit.

So we see some of the Jingle Jangle production and they’re literally putting these things together with hot glue and i’m dying.

There’s a truly tragic exchange of Veronica, Betty, Archie, and Jughead all saying each other's names and then saying “ what are you doing here “ in unison and i’m like again with the scooby doo?

Jughead and Archie gotta take their bitches and skanks and get the fuck out, but Jughead having been a serpent for a solid 45 minutes decides he has the authority to bet the family farm and offers up their bar and the trailer park as collateral on this race. A bitch is ballsy.

Nick shows up at Pops and calls Nick “ Sharon” and I literally want to vom. Nick tries to play all innocent. Although the “ Desperate tart from a truck stop town” was a pretty solid insult he’s still a huge douche canoe. At least he paid for her lunch.

Betty is helping Jughead fix Reggie's car and I know she said she used to help Hal fix cars but I have a ton of trouble picturing Hal in his tight sweaters fixing a car. Oh shove it Hal. Jughead calls Betty out on being heartless and dumping him via Archie and she’s like “ Ohh i can explain but like not now” and i’m over here being frustrated as hell like bitch you’ve been sitting in awkward silence just tell him it won’t affect his driving skills. You know what will tho? THE FACT HE’S 15 AND DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE.

Cheryl finds the hush money cheque in her mom's room and i’m like yass that’s what people do with cheques for large amounts of money. They hide them in their underwear drawer and hope that the cash just magically appears in their account. So more likely Mrs Blossom is above going to the bank and took a picture of the cheque to deposit it and now Cheryl is just holding a piece of meaningless paper hostage.

Veronica and Archie are lounging in bed together and i’m like where is Fred? Does he allow this sin under his roof? Cheryl kills the mood by telling Veronica that the St.Clairs are still investing in SoDale so she goes to Daddy and Daddy promises that he’s going to fuck shit up.

So we come to the drag race and everyone has put on their fourth of july best. Kevin is pissed that Ru Paul isn’t there but is glad that there is a lot of eye candy. He clearly has a thing for gang members.

Instead of offering Jughead a lock of her hair Betty gives Juggie her declaration of love and some driving advice. Cheryl tells Toni/Cha Cha to stuff it because this is her moment and the race is on. In what world would the Goolies race that old ass car that was never made to go more than 25 miles an hour?

Archie is a little baby and pulls the E break which should basically guarantee that they lose but Archie called Sheriff Keller with a hot tip ahead of time. Everyone is pissed at Archie but I mean they won so……

Penelope threw that cheque that i’m convinced now that she already cashed in the fire and finally spills the tea to Cheryl. Cheryl calls Betty with the intel about who the sugar man is and like a fucking sane normal girl who doesn’t live in fucking Rosewood she calls the police. The Black Hood is pissed and we find out the Sugar Man is Charles Fucking Percy, whose name in this is like Mr Phillip or some bullshit I really don’t care.

Betty is threatening the black hood being like I’ve solved all these mysteries so I can totally catch you and i’m like Betty maybe like back the heck up, I say again you are 15.

So does Fred pop pills on the regular now? Is this going to be a story line?

So the Lodges ran the St. Clair car off the road and they all sit around and smile about it while playing chess. Not at all menacing.

Despite all Betty's best efforts, the Black Hood is still putting a hit on Percy/ Aka Robert Phillips/ Aka The Sugar man. So sad… but….not really.

That’s it.

#riverdale #the cw riverdale #Bughead #varchie #betty cooper #jughead jones #archie andrews #veronica lodge #cheryl blossom

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