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canary3d-obsessed · 3 years

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Lost Tomb Reboot Lewks: Part 13

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Stuff)

Warning: Spoilers for both seasons of The Lost Tomb Reboot and also vaguely for Daomu Biji in general

Look 66 belongs to Ah Ning, who has chosen, for this adaptation, to go with short hair, heavy makeup, and all-black clothes, but with a bit of a club vibe, rather than her more usual tactical vibe.

The short hair is a weird choice. The whole schtick with DMBJ adaptations is that you have to tell who's who by their costuming and styling, since the associated actors toss roles back and forth faster than Wu Xie and Xiao Ge on a date with Liu Sang.

Hot guy in a hoodie? Xiao Ge. Slightly dorky but ridiculously charismatic guy who dresses like Joey Ramone? Hei Yanjing. Man who's too old for fluffy bangs and puppy-dog eyes but is working the hell out of them anyway? Wu Xie. Ponytail, gun, and a whole bunch of disposable sidekicks? Ah Ning.

Ah Ning, Lost Tomb 1 version, with her signature ponytail & disregard for human life.

For this look, Ah Ning has gotten rid of her long hair, henchmen, weapons, and the part of her shirt that normally would cover her belly. This is an outfit that says "I am finally ready to fuck Wu Xie."

Unfortunately she decides to accessorize this outfit with a giant deadly snake.

This snake, unlike the equivalent snake in uhhhhhmmm a different DMBJ show that Ah Ning might theoretically die in, does not appear to be poisonous or have an unusual instant-kill-you ability. It just squeezes her a little bit, and the boys don't make any attempt to revive her, even though not-breathing is a super survivable condition, if it's corrected quickly.

This non-poisonous snake accessory is all about killing a woman so that men can feel manpain, and I am kind of offended that this version of Ah Ning went out like that, after being a badass in every other adaptation.

(more after the cut!)

The hypothetical other show where a version of this scene perhaps also happens does correct this, by having her talk about her acceptance of the risk of death, and by having the fucking snake be POISONOUS. I am not naming the show because where’s the fun in that? If you watch TLTR first, like I did, you get to be worried about Ah Ning in every other show she’s in, which is exhausting but also kind of fun. (I don’t mind women dying in fiction, as long as their deaths are an important part of their own stories, rather than just being important for the growth of the men around them.)

Thanks to poor accessory choices, Ah Ning and her snake necklace go the same route as Ye Piaopiao and No-Longer-Mute Chick; fortunately Xiao Ge didn't fall for Tattoo Artist Ah Tou or she'd be in the morgue with the rest of them.

Look 67 is young Wu Xie's jungle adventure outfit, featuring a bright white popover jacket with cream color sleeves from Scotch & Soda’s Club Nomade collection. Scotch & Soda have have thoughtfully printed their name on the string so that those of you who share Wu Xie's clothing tastes will know where to shop. You know who you are.

You would think highly visible bright white would be a bad choice for a jungle adventure, but apparently snakes in these parts are only attracted to goths.

Wu Xie is also wearing wired ear pods, which did not exist whenever this flashback supposedly happened, but if we're cool with sentient crustaceans and clams that can incapacitate a ruthless trained assassin (clams got legs!), we can be cool with ear pods.

The show conveys flashback-Wu-Xie's youth and naiveté by having him smile sweetly, not watch Ah Ning take her clothes off, and not attempt CPR after she gets lightly squeezed by a snake.

Looks 68 and 69 belong to Not Ah Ning, who is played by Liu Yuqi, who also plays Ah Ning. Her makeup is much softer and prettier as this character than as Ah Ning; this character’s job is to be pleasing to men, whereas Ah Ning’s job is to get male underlings killed on the regular, so I guess that makes sense.

This outfit is an amazing body-hugging soft green jumpsuit with raised quilty detailing on the arms and shoulders. Her jumpsuit perfectly matches the couch she's sprawled on, which is her subtle way of telling Jiang Zisuan that she is a nice comfy place to have a lie down.

She accessorizes this look with her usual soft wavy brown hair and a scattering of gold finger rings. I think she also accessorizes this with ass pads, because Ah Ning does not appear to be draggin’ this wagon in her scenes. I checked. For science.

When the first outfit doesn't work, she ditches the subtlety and goes for a Chanel-style suit in black, white, and red, with a with a black leather bustier underneath.

Unfortunately this is a wasted effort, because the Jiang Zisuan she tries this on is actually Wu Xie in disguise.

Wu Xie only likes girls if they are 1. secretly manipulating him while acting like a tiny adorable sidekick, 2. trying to kill him repeatedly while adventuring together, 3. planning to kill him as soon as the roads are clear but willing to bone in the meantime, or 4. are a skin effigy with a sentient crustacean in their head.

Sorry, Not Ah Ning; this was a good effort.

Look 70 features Wu Xie in a white thermal shirt, dark blue jeans, and fake facial hair. This is a good look for sitting with your not-quite girlfriend and wondering how you both managed to have romances with Bai Yu in parallel universes. (OP recently watched Love O2O, which is a trip for fans of DMBJ, Guardian, or feminism)

Fortunately Wu Xie doesn’t know that his second-favorite doctor/Zhan Rishan’s girlfriend also had a romance with Bai Yu or his mind would be entirely blown.

This is a soft, comfortable look, perfect for torturing someone, with help from your first-favorite doctor, by pretending to poison someone with nicotine, all so you can have a few moments of quality time with a cigarette before said doctor takes them away again.

Wu Xie's cigs are stored in a buttery-soft leather case that completely covers the brand name of the cigarettes, so apparently cdramas don’t go in for ciggy product placements.

Wo Xie wears this outfit with a silvery-metal watch with a black leather wrist strap. The watch appears to be round, and it probably tells time. (If you’re new to the Lewks series: I lack watch knowledge and that’s not likely to change.)

Wu Xie finally peels off his fake facial hair so we can see his pretty face again, only to replace the facial hair with an entire fake face. Fortunately, this face, belonging to actor Wu Lipeng, is also pretty.

Look 71 belongs to Wu Xie, initially (for this outfit) played by Wu Lipeng until his inevitable unmasking. So many actors have played Wu Xie, this whole disguise thing is barely worth blinking at. Wu Lipeng does a nice job changing his mannerisms to play Wu Xie, and this whole schtick eventually gives us Zhu Yilong's delightful performance as Wang Meng, so even though we eventually get way too much of not-Zhu-Yilong in the role, I’m good with it.

This outfit features black jeans, black tactical boots & gloves, and Ah Ning’s coin bracelet, although it’s mostly hard to see the bracelet. The outfit’s main feature is a possibly-leather jacket that’s been molded into a hideous and disturbing voronoi pattern.

This jacket is probably very expensive and took a lot of work to craft, but it makes him look like he’s wearing a Glad Force Flex garbage bag. I mean, I guess that's cool.

This outfit is good for several episodes worth of adventures, including getting tied up and being sassy...

...and underwater cave exploration, which is totally a thing that a person with critically damaged lungs can do.

This outfit is good for homoerotic wrestling...

...and also for heteroerotic wrestling.

This is also a good outfit for being gently cradled in the arms of your doctor, while you massage your throat in order to swallow what he's putting in your mouth.

The fingerless gloves are useful for helping Xiao Bai get out of not one, but two different situations in which she stepped on a trap without realizing it, requiring Wu Xie to get down on the ground and have a tense encounter with her foot.

Scenes like this are where costuming really makes a difference. In this shot, we we watch a stunt hand (Zhu Yilong has never had that long of a thumbnail in his life) hold a wire steady, while a stunt foot is pulled out from under it.

This shot includes a lot of visual texture and interest, from the hatch lines on the palm of the glove to the cross-striping of the boot lace. The complexity of this glove and this boot help to hold our attention when they’re in the frame, allowing the tension of the scene to build, instead of dissipating when the viewer runs out of things to look at.

Bonus Look 1

Carrying all that tragic baggage has given Jiang Zisuan spectacular arm muscles.

Bonus Look 2

Zhu Yilong with not-fake facial hair.

Daaaaaamn.

#the lost tomb reboot #reunion the sound of the providence #the lost tomb reboot spoilers #lost tomb lewks #spoilers #my gifs #canary3d-original #my stills #ah ning #wu xie #zhu yilong

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roseelise · 4 years

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“You are a living work of art, Jughead Jones.” J.J (part 2)

Reposting all my writings from @r0s3mm, my main blog, it is not stolen or plagiarized. All my works on my masterlist are main unless stated otherwise.

Hello! Welcome to 2-h, the back up account of @r0s3mm, I’ll be posting my works on here too until (hopefully) my blog gets restored and if not this will become my main blog.

Pairing:Jughead Jones x reader

Word Count: 2265

Author’s note/warnings: language, kissing?

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“Would I be naked ?” “No, of course not, I want you to feel comfortable. You’ll probably be just shirtless.” I said hope bubbling inside of me. “Who’s gonna be there ?” “Us. Only you and I. I swear.” “Alright I’ll do it. But you owe me.” He said before letting himself fall on my bed.

“Jug ! Juggie !” I called for him in the school’s hallway.

“Hey.” He turned around and saw the way I was dressed. “So,-” “What the hell happened to you ?” He asked as he saw that I was wearing a baby blue pyjama pants and a yellow flannel. “Yeah, hum, I’ve been up all night to put up some sketches before we do the shoot.” I talked really fast. “What are you running on to talk like that ?” He let out a low chuckle. “A few cups of black coffee.” I said as the bell rung. “But you don’t even like coffee.” “I know. Anyway Ms.Evans, that’s my art teacher, gave us two other weeks to do it because she wants multiple shots for each student.” “How many do YOU want ?” He smiled at me knowingly. “What’s that supposed to mean ?” I asked as I hurried my already late self to my locker. Jughead hot on my trail. “I know you, if your teacher wants three shots, you’ll do ten so that after you’ll be able to choose three of them and the rest you’ll put it in the album you keep on you computer.” He glanced down at my body and shook his head.

As I rolled my eyes, we entered the class with B and V.

When we all arrived at my house after school, Archie and Veronica placed themselves on the love seat, Betty and I went in the kitchen for glasses of water while Jug looked in my fridge for some kind of heavy snack.

“Ok guys so, friday night ! What do we do ?” I asked my two best friends.

They shrugged and we joined Archie and Veronica in the living room, who were in a full make out session.

“Come on !” Jughead sighed. “You guys are unbelievable.” Betty mumbled.

Seeing that neither of them moved I sat next to them and pulled Ronnie away from the redhead and made her sit on me.

“You won’t move anymore.”

We were three in the love seat Betty was laying on the three seat couch, almost sleeping and Jughead was sitting on the smallest couch that would normally fit only one human being.

“I wanna watch a movie. What should we watch ?” Ronnie said standing up. “Hum.. So- (y\n) ? Where are all of your movies ?” “There ..?! Why ?” “Because there’s only old stuff.” “Yeah, because that’s what I watch. Just put Pulp Fiction on and it’ll be good.” “I don’t get you guys ..” She sighed standing up and coming to sit with Arch and I. “What ?” “Jug and you. You guys have that obsession with old movies.” “They’re great.” We both said at the same time, looked at each other and it made me blush a bit.

Half an hour after we started the movie, Arch and Ronnie were taking a lot of place on the love seat and Betty was completely asleep on the couch. I took a heavy blanket and sat on the floor, my back against Betty’s couch.

“Tss” I heard to my left.

I looked up and Jug was frowing at me.

“What ?” I asked in a whisper. “What are you doing on the floor ?” He asked in the same tone. “There’s no place.” “Come sit with me.”He patted is lap. “What no, you’ve got just enough room for yourself.” “I don’t care come on “Jughead I said no. I’m ok here.”

After another twenty minutes my butt started to feel numb, so I stood up and walked to my best friend who had placed himself so I could sit on his lap, his arms finding their place around my wait resting on my lap.

“Jug what time is it ?” “Barely 5:45.” He whispered.

I looked at our friends, Betty was still sound asleep on our right, Archie and Veronica were talking quietly.

“We’re the only ones listening.” I noticed as I turned to look at him.

He turned at the same time and our noses would have brushed together if one of us moved.

“Yeah.” He breathed out.

Our heads were still turned toward each other. Like in some sort of trance we couldn’t get out of.

“I’m- i’m quite hungry right now, uhm, would you like something ?” I asked him as his eyes went from my (y\e\c) eyes to my lips. “I’- i’m good. Thanks.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I walked to the kitchen and drank a glass of water.

“We saw that.” Veronica said. “Saw what ?” “That almost kiss between you and Jughead. Archie and I saw it.” “That was nothing.” “Yeah sure. I haven’t seen someone glance at someone else’s lips so many times.” She winked at me when Betty’s sleppy body got in the kitchen. “I think the boys are plotting against us.” “Why ?” I asked. “When I woke up, you guys weren’t there and Arch was talking to Jug with a smug look on his face and when I stood up they stopped.” “Do you know what they were talking about ?” V asked B. “Heard your name, why ?” Betty pointed to me. “Because our little (y\n) had a moment a few minutes ago.” “WHAT ?” She shrieked. “Shut up jesus and Ronnie it wasn’t a moment.” “Yeah sure. You guys were almost eyes fucking with your bottom lip bitten by your teeth and his eyes looking more at your lips than me when I look at Louboutins.” “Oh my god really ? You guys had a momen-” I threw her a piece of bread when the boys came in.

“What are you girls talking about ?” Archie asked looking at his raven haired girlfriend. “N-nothing that concerns you.” I said not bothering to look at Jughead. “What about Jug. Does it concern him ?” “W-what ? No ! It’s none of your business what we were talking about.” I said turning my body towards the fridge.

From an outsider point of view the five teenagers would be living a whole other story.

He’d see a red head and a raven headed couple trying to break two of their best friends, they would see a blonde girl, an amused look on her face along with one of pure concern for her (y\h\c) friend, talking about her. The outsider would look at the teenager and think that she was being scolded by her parents. She wouldn’t look up to the raven haired boy, nor would she muttered more than a few words.

But then, he would see the infamous raven haired boy, who couldn’t take his eyes off of his best friend. He’d look at her like she was the most beautiful person in the whole world and she was, to him. Because he knew her inside and out. Jughead never really thought about her that way, he always knew he liked the girl, that he had a crush on her, but when, a few minutes ago, he was so close to her. He knew that he loved her and that he had been gone for quite a while.

It was around dinner time, when everyone was gone except her model for the night, that she started to draw ideas for him to do later that night.

“You know you’ll have to talk to me, sometimes, right ?” Jughead asked from his sitting position on her bed. “I know.” She muttered still not looking at him.

Her whole body stiffened when she felt his warmth on her back.

“What are you doing, Jug ?” She breathed out. “Glad you still remember my name.” He chuckled, which made her chuckled too. “You’re not funny.” She said as her whole body relaxed at the familiarity of their exchange. “I am, you know it and you love it.” “Why so confident ?” She asked him as she turned to face him, but was surprised when she saw that he was at the same heigh as her.

She took back her pencils and paper and walked away from him as she sat on her bed.

“Ok so I thought we could accentuate the features on your abdomen, your jaw and your cheekbones.” She said, voice low, sketching over a poorly done portrait of the man. “You’re not gonna put make up on me are you ?” “I don’t really have make up, Jug. I’ll use body paint with warm tones a little bit darker than your skin color. Then I’ll just put colors all over and take some shots at certain steps so it creates a bit of diversity.”

He nodded then sighed before taking another bite of the now cold pizza on the dresser. He helped her set up her photography equipment, such as the lights and the different lenses.

“Can I- Jug, can I abuse of the opportunity you’re giving me this week end and- “ “What do you want me to do, (y\n) ?” “I want you to, full on model for me. Like the big actors do.” She asked searching his face for any denial.

He knew he couldn’t exactly tell her no. He wasn’t able to do it.

“Inspired by some of the James Dean’s photo I saw the other day.” She informed him. “James Dean ? Have you seen the guy ?” “Yes, in fact I did.” “And you think -” “Jug, listen to me and if you start reciting me the “I’m a weirdo” speech I swear on my own head that I’ll burn that beanie down to ashes. You are one of the most beautiful person I’ve had the chance to see in my whole freaking life and I don’t know how you still don’t see that.”

She said before going to her closet and getting out clothing of leather, dark outfits and all sorts of accessories and clothes.

“Is that a cigarette ?” “Yes, but you won’t light it. It’s just for the aesthetics.”

Five hours later the traits were accentuated, shirts have been on and off and lights have been adjusted. She was finally done and told him that if she had to make some touch ups, she’ll text him.

“Ok, so what do you wanna do ?” She asked him as he got out of the ensuite bathroom.

She raised her head from the editing program on her laptop to see Jughead shirtless, even though she had seen him without a shirt all night long it was different because she was in a work mode, but now. He was ruffling his dark hair with a towel and was dressed with a flannel pajama pants that started to get lower on his hips.

He sat on the bed in front of her and looked at her, his eyes observing every single detail of her face. He leaned in and searched her eyes for any non-verbal refusal from her. When he saw she was too focused on his lips he finally connected them together.

His lips, surprisingly soft, had this subtle taste of the sugary juice he drank a few minutes before his shower, her nose was filled with the scent of her shower gel he used. It wasn’t one of those Hollywood kisses where theres was big fireworks and where their hearts were beating hard and fast. They both knew it was the right time and place for this closed lips kiss. A few seconds after, they pulled apart and smiled softly at each other. They were content with what happened and knew to never talk about it.

“Blonde.” She whispered. “What ?” “Blonde would look good on you. It would fit your eyes.” She smiled at him.

The week that passed was complete hell, (y\n) hadn’t properly seen her friends except from the time when they were in school. Outside of those hours she would be at the studio, developping her photos and getting help with other minor projects. She also had tons of homework to do, Betty recently asked her to helped her on the Blue and Gold and be their official photographer. Between all of that she didn’t really have time to hang-out with her friends, also she was asleep by 8:30 so that really didn’t help. Saturday morning, (y\n) went out, seeing as this was her only moment of calm and walked, camera hung around her neck she snapped sceneries that would look good on her already full bedroom wall.

“Hey there stranger.” She heard a voice say.

She turned around to see her three friends.

“Hi guys !” She greeted them with a smile. “So, you’re avoiding us now or what ?” Ronnie asked her. “No, no guys I swear. I’m sorry if you thought that-” She dropped the camera on her stomach. “(Y\N\N), it’s fine. We were just wondering what happened to you this week so.” “Yeah, sorry about that. Miss Evans liked Jug’s portrait so much she asked me to help other students and finish other projects and it was just crazy.” “Right, so what are you doing ?” “Abusing of the calm that reigns over Riverdale. Hey have you seen Jug ? Haven’t talked to him in a bit.” “Well we were heading to Pop’s actually. Wanna join ?” “Sure”

#PLL GIFS #pretty little liars gifs #Jughead Jones III #jughead jones #jughead jones x reader #jughead jones x y/n #r0s3mm #repost #part 2 #part two #riverdale #archie comics #masterlist #2-h #smut #fluff #angst

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treasuredays · 4 years

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physical description of the kids

hyung line

hyunsuk’s

seung & yong

identical twins🤩

they have hyunsuk’s eyes,, it’s a must

they also have his ears?? yk how they stick out a lil bit

seung

5’6” (167cm)

i think seung would have a more of a soft boy style???

but like a rapper soft boy if that makes sense

it does not

i see him with brown, fluffy hair

and a lot of pastel/colourful clothing

yong

5’7” (170cm)

feirce

dresses more like an eboy/dark rapper

but occasionally throws in a colourful peice

has black hair,, an undercut

probably has a lot of peircings as he gets older

has a birth mark on the side of his lip !!

taeyang

5’6” (169cm)

has hyunsuk’s smile !!!!!! omg

apart from that though i’d say he looks more like his mum

skater boy

has shaggy hair?? brown coloured me thinks

and a scar down his arm

definitely enjoys wearing oversized clothes

meein

4’11” (151cm)

literally like hyunsuk in girl form i stg!!!!!!!!!

but with better eyebrows sorry hyunsuk

and i think she’d have her mum’s nose🥰

and personality wise she’s similar to hyunsuk too,, so she’s there with the fashion

definitely a more outgoing fashion style,, with statement pieces and lots of patterns and colours

would have mid-length hair?? and a barely there fringe

dyes her hair a lot

jihoon’s

dahee

5’3” (160cm)

has jihoon’s lips!!😚😚

+ eye smile!!

i think she has quite a boy-ish sense of style??

wears a lot of her dad’s clothes

but has long hair (boob-waist length)

and loves doing make up :)

gunhoo

5’10” (177cm)

has jihoon’s eyes!!!!! 100% his lil rounded eyes omg yes

i imagine him to be quite manly?? in his body structure and build; like jihoon but,,,, bigger

in his style though his more artsy/soft boy

has a birth mark on his neck !!

and i think just has standard short hair?? black

jiho

5’8” (175cm)

looks exactly like his mum omg

like you could pass him as not being jihoon’s (appearance wise, personality wise you can tell straight away)

i think he’d also dress like jihoon, like quite clean cut,, but also quite colourful !

he looks more like his dad as he gets older and starts developing more muscle though

has midlength hair,, that’s dark brown

yoshinori’s

hikaro

5’11” (180cm)

i feel like he’d have lots of freckles all over his face

and yoshi’s smile!!!! his little baby, healing smile!!

so similar eye shape as well,, but apart from that he’s a 50/50 split of yoshi and you

i’d say he dresses very artistic/vintage, with lots of colours and pieces that not many people would pick out

but he always looks good

i think he’d have this long hair that goes into a slight mullet,, like skz hyunjin

emiko

the prettiest girl aLIVE omg

5’4” (162cm)

also has yoshinori’s eyes & smile,, but apart from that looks mostly like her mum

has long hair (waist length) which is brown and which is always in the cutest styles and things like that

wears a lot of her brother’s and dad’s clothing

but when she wears her own stuff it’s full of flowy dresses/skirts/trousers

junkyu’s

nabi

5’6” (166.5cm)

junkyu’s lips !!

and when she smiles,, she has almost exactly the same eyes

i’d say she constantly dresses like she’s got somewhere to be

she does not care about formality lol

has shoulder length dark brown hair

yesul

5’4” (163cm)

i’d say apart from her eyes she looks like her mum

but still, you have to look at when she and junkyu are together to go ‘oh yeah’

and true to her name she’s very arty with the way she dresses

does not care about what she looks like,, if all the patterns aren’t matching,, if all the items don’t go together

has waist length dark brown hair,, i’d say she bleaches it blonde when she gets older though

mini

5’1” (152cm)

is just the cutest

looks the most like junkyu out of the three,, they’re eyes are like exact mirror opposites

and they have the same mannerisms and everything

she also dresses in a lot of junkyu’s old clothes,, making her constantly look even smaller because of how big they are on her

i think she’d have shoulder-boob length light brown hair

and a scar across her shoulder

mashiho’s

misumi

150cm (4’11”)

okay,, i’m just saying,,she is her dad in girl form

like she’s adorable and she has the big, pouty eyes and the puffy cheeks and her ears stick out just a lil bit

adorable

has long,, boob length hair that she often dyes different colours

i’d say she has a retro fashion sense,, like lisa from blackpink, she likes wearing colourful items and vintage items

hanako

5’0” (152cm)

i’d say she’s like her sister but you have to look closely at hanako to see the similarities between her and her dad

she’s like a 50/50 split of both parents

often wears dresses,, but they’re pretty dark as well

i’d say like hippy goth/pastel goth,, that kind of style, like a split of the two

has long (waist) length hair !! & a brown birth mark on the back of her hand

jaehyuk’s

bomi

5’4” (163cm)

has big lips!! like jae’s🥺

but other than that,, looks like her mum

i’d say has a really clean sense of style,, looks like she could be going out for lunch with her friends or to a business meeting at any one time

has shoulder length brown hair & a fringe

likes wearing little cute accessories🥺

sejun

5’9” (176cm)

i’d say he looks quite a lot like jaehyuk!!! but his nose is his mum’s

has big pouty lips and almost exactly the same eyes though🥺

i think he’d dress quite classy/clean as well

but a bit more casual than bomi

has short brown hair,, like the actor jisoo

has a scar on his jawline

#treasure kids #choi seung #choi yong #choi taeyang #choi meein #park dahee #park gunhoo #park jiho #kim nabi #kim yesul #kim mini #kanemoto emiko #kanemoto hikaro #kanemoto hirohiko #hamada aiko #takada misumi #takada hanako #takada kitaro

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voyager-into-the-unknown · 4 years

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Part 6 of my Plance fanfic series is inspired by the song “Lucky” as sung by Lance’s voice actor, Jeremy Shada. Get ready for intimacy, hilarity, and the fluffiest of fluff in Pidge’s room. Lance and Pidge sing in this chapter. Guest starring Bae Bae and the Trash Floofs. (That might be a good name for their band if they decide to start one.)

https://youtu.be/6Sn_O9vDlR0

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Part 6: An Intimate Moment in the Bedroom

Lance had been in Pidge’s room before, both on the castleship and onboard the Atlas. It was always a mess of odds and ends from computers, robots, and unidentifiable alien technology. There were clothes strewn about (Paladin gear, Garrison uniform parts, or her brother’s old hand-me-downs), and a couple of fluffy trash nebula creatures floating around. Her pets, she called them, but she wouldn’t ever tell anyone their names. When Pidge opened the door, he wasn’t prepared for the sight before him.

There were books and video games neatly lined up on bookshelves, a tidy desk and chair, many photos in frames and a few posters on the walls. There were model spaceships and robots on display, along with a teddy bear and a mermaid plushie. There were wall decorations of distant stars and planets, matching her bedspread, which was patterned with constellations from Earth’s night sky. There was a television with a gaming console, a computer, various small electronic devices, and a telescope. She also had a little collection of perfume bottles, makeup containers, hair accessories, a jewelry box, and so many other cute girly things that Lance almost thought they might have entered the wrong room. He realized then, that he had only really seen Pidge Gunderson’s room. This was the bedroom of Katie Holt.

Lance stood there for a moment, just taking it all in, while Bae Bae darted in through the open door. There were old photos of the Holt family when Matt and Katie were little, and some from when they were a bit older, including several taken on the launch day of the ill-fated Kerebos mission. There was a newer family photo taken on board the Atlas, and an amusing one of the Holts in costume, taken at the Clear Day celebration. There were many photos of the Paladins as well, some taken onboard the Castle of Lions, others onboard the Atlas, and many from the various planets that they had visited. In nearly every single one of them Lance saw himself standing next to Pidge, often with one arm casually draped around her shoulders. She was always beaming at the camera or laughing in every picture of the two of them together. He smiled at the happy memories that the photos captured. She probably had many other pictures of the Voltron team, but she displayed only those particular photographs for a reason, as if to cherish those particular moments. Lance felt another pang of guilt when he saw those mementos, regretting how he wasted so much time in those days, flirting with strange females he barely even knew, when he should have been paying more attention to the amazing girl who had been by his side the entire time. Hunk’s words came back to haunt him. “She’s had a crush on you since forever,” and “She’s cried herself to sleep over you a thousand times.” Lance hated himself for not noticing her sooner, and thought maybe the Holts should have been even more protective of their daughter. He didn’t deserve her.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Pidge looked at him, concerned.

“You’re room isn’t what I expected. I’m just...overwhelmed. That’s all.”

“You think it’s too girly, right?”

“It is girly, but you’re a girl, so that’s perfectly natural.”

“But you don’t like it,” she said dejectedly.

“No! It’s just the opposite, really. I love this room. It’s really cute. In fact, if I ever have a little girl of my own someday, I would want her to have a room as cute as this one.” He was still staring at everything. He had just picked up a framed photo of himself, Pidge, and Kaltenecker that made him smile fondly. Pidge’s fluffy blue and green trash nebula friends floated over his shoulder, as if to admire the photo with him.

“A little girl? You’re already thinking about starting a family?”

“What?! Oh...” Lance’s face felt warmer than usual. He nervously set the photo back down. “Oh, uh, yeah...I’d like to have a family of my own someday.” He couldn’t believe he had just admitted that out loud. He dared to steal a glance at her, and when their eyes met, he could not look away.

Pidge looked at him with a soft expression, her lips slightly parted and her golden brown eyes wide with surprise. She was small and vulnerable, and at the same time, she was also his Pidge—strong and tough, courageous and brilliant, but still so very young and innocent. For a fleeting moment, in his mind’s eye, she was more beautiful, more radiant, more dazzling than every star in the sky. “I want a family with you,” he admitted. “Someday...I mean, if that’s what you want, too.” It was if his mouth had a mind of its own. The blue and green space pets seemed to be blushing right along with him, as if feeling empathy for his discomfort.

She smiled at him, then looked down at the floor, blushing adorably. “Yes,” she said quietly. She was quivering ever so slightly. “I want a family someday...” Her eyes began to water. She took her glasses off and wiped her eyes, then swallowed. “...with you.”

Lance moved towards her and pulled her close, enveloping her in a warm embrace. She buried her face in Lance’s chest, her shoulders shaking as she wept quietly, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. He hid his smile in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent. He wasn’t crying, there was just a bit of space dust in his eyes...

They stood like that for a long time, saying nothing. The only thing he could hear in the stillness of the room was the sound of her fluffy trash nebula friends softly trilling, and Bae Bae’s tail thumping against the floor. Pidge stopped shaking and her breathing slowed, Lance rubbed her back gently. She slid her arms around him and hugged him. When she finally let him go, he held her by the shoulders and looked at her.

“I love you, Katie,” he said,. “I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. I want to grow old with you. And I am just as terrified by it as you are.”

She grinned. “I love you too, Lance.” She reached up to touch his cheek. He closed his eyes blissfully to savor the gentleness of her touch, then looked at her through eyes that were half closed. “For me, it’s always been you, and I never thought you’d ever feel the same as I do. I am happier and more frightened than I have ever been in my life. Everything is happening so fast...”

His opened his eyes wider. “We need to slow down. I...I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. We have been best friends for years, and we share a Paladin bond. Ever since that last battle, when we fully bonded with our lions...”

“We have been closer than ever before. Which is why I can tell you, with great certainty, and without fear of retribution, that you look like a raccoon right now.”

“What?!”

“Your mascara.” He turned her toward the mirror, laughing a little.

“Ugh! I’m not used to wearing this stuff. This is so embarrassing.” She picked up a makeup wipe and began to dab under her eyes. He grinned at her awkward attempt to maintain her dignity.

“Stop it. This isn’t funny, Lance.”

“Yes, it is.” He couldn’t stop giggling at how silly she looked. Then he saw her hurt expression.

“I’m sorry. Please, allow me. Close your eyes.” Pidge obeyed. She turned her face towards him, and handed him the moist little cloth. He held her chin as he gently wiped the dark smears away. Then he lowered his head and kissed her lips softly. It was intended to be a quick chaste kiss, but Lance couldn’t suppress his joy when she cupped his face and kissed him back. He deepened the kiss, wanting more, and Pidge then began to kiss him with more intensity and passion than ever. Lance began to pull away, afraid that things were indeed moving way too fast. Pidge pushed him down on her bed. “Take off your shirt,” she commanded.

Lance looked at her, both aroused and terrified. “Pidge, I don’t think we should...”

“Take it off,” she said more gently, sitting very close to him on the bed. “Start undoing those buttons.”

“Pidge, I really respect you, and I don’t mind waiting until...”

Pidge shut him up with another kiss. She took adavantage of his surprise to begin unbuttoning his shirt.

“I really don’t think we should do this,” he said breathlessly as she continued to undress him. “Pidge, I’m really trying to be a gentleman about this.” She had undone all of his buttons.

“Take off your shirt,” she insisted.

“I think we should wait. Now isn’t the time for either of us to lose our virginity.” He was blushing so hotly that he nearly radiated steam.

Pidge cracked up, laughing so hard her sides hurt. “I’m not trying to seduce you, goofball. You have mascara all over your shirt. I’m going to put stain remover on that, then put it in the washer. It should be as good as new after that.”

Lance’s facial expression changed from aroused embarrassment to cool shock in an instant. “Pidge!”

Pidge was in giddy hysterics. “That look...on your face...priceless!” She wheezed at him, so overcome with laughter that she nearly fell off the bed.

Lance sighed as he took off his shirt and handed it too her. “I still think that you’re using this as an excuse to tear my clothes off.” He turned on the charm, and said in his deepest, most seductive voice, “I’m just so sexy that you just can’t resist me.”

“In your dreams, Loverboy.” She draped his shirt over one arm, and then made finger guns at him. “Gotcha!”

She exited the room with his shirt in hand, still giggling as she shut the door. The trash floofs made a kind of sandpapery sound, which was probably their equivalent of snickering. Bae Bae, on the other hand, just whined in sympathy as she thumped her tail on the floor.

*******

When Pidge returned to her room, she discovered that Lance had removed his shoes and was sitting cross-legged on top of her comforter, strumming his guitar. He was definitely underdressed, wearing only his gray trousers, white undergarments, and socks.

“Making yourself comfortable on my bed, Lance?”

“Obviously, I am trying to seduce you with my good looks, charm, and talent.” He smirked at her as he played an elaborate riff on the guitar. The fluffy blue and green alien pets trilled in harmony with his last chord.

Pidge laughed. “I think it’s working. But alas, as much as I would like to keep you up here in my bedroom half-dressed and swooning with mad affection for me, I don’t think my parents would approve. I brought you the sweater you left downstairs. You can put that on before we have supper, which should be in about an hour.”

“Won’t your parents suspect something? They might wonder what happened to my shirt.”

“If they notice, just tell them you spilled something on it, so I washed it for you. Now, about that song you wrote for me...”

Lance played his most recent version of the the song, which he entitled “Lucky.” Pidge was delighted with it, and kissed his cheek when he was done. She sat barefooted on the other end of the bed, facing him, and he taught her to sing her part in the song. They spent several minutes revising the lyrics. The final result was this:

"Lucky"

Lance: Do you hear me, I'm talking to you

Across the stars, across the galaxies

Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying

Pidge: Boy, I hear you in my dreams

I feel your whisper across the stars

I keep you with me in my heart

You make it easier when life gets hard

[Both:]. Lucky I'm in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again

Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Lance: They don't know how long it takes

Waiting for a love like this

Every time we say goodbye

I wish we had one more kiss

I'll wait for you, I promise you, I will

[Both:] Lucky I'm in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again

Lucky we're in love in every way

Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed

Lucky to be coming home someday

Lance: And so I'm flying through the stars

To a planet where we'll meet

You'll hear the music fill the air

I'll put a flower in your hair

Pidge: Though the breezes through the trees

Move so pretty you're all I see

As the world keeps spinning round

You hold me right here right now

[Both:] Lucky I'm in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again

I'm lucky we're in love in every way

Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed

Lucky to be coming home someday

They were so caught up in the music that they didn’t notice that Sam and Colleen were standing in the open doorway. Sam had his arm around his wife and a faraway expression in his eyes, smiling at some distant memory. Colleen was visibly moved by the song and looked on the young couple with admiration. When the song ended, the Holts applauded. Lance and Pidge blushed.

“Mom, isn’t he amazing?” Pidge gushed.

“Lance, you have a voice like an angel, dear.”

“I thought the song was wonderful. Well done, both of you!” Sam exclaimed.

“You two had better get ready for supper. Matt will be here soon, with takeout from Pizza Shack. And there’s plenty of leftovers from lunch today.”

When Sam and Colleen went back downstairs, Lance and Pidge put their shoes on, and Lance put his guitar back in its case. Pidge handed him his sweater.

“Well, that went well. What’s the plan for after supper?” Lance asked as he pulled his blue sweater on over his T-shirt.

“I was thinking we can get Matt to teach us how he finally got to level 36 of Killbot Phantasm.”

Lance beamed at her. “That is a great idea! Then I’ll give you the surprise that I brought over for you. It’s in the white bag on the sideboard downstairs.”

“That bag smelled suspiciously like peanut butter cookies,” Pidge said.

“Of course!”

#plance #pidge #lance #katie holt #lance mcclain #bae bae #trash floofs #trash nebula friends #colleen holt #sam holt #matt holt

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antialiasis · 4 years

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Blood Brothers

So @elyvorg and I went to see the musical Blood Brothers!

elyvorg studied it in school, later grew to appreciate it as a story, and one day told me that as it happened there was going to be a performance of this musical she liked, and thought I might like too, near her around the time that I'd be visiting for the London Expo.

I had never heard of Blood Brothers, but I briefly looked at the introduction to the Wikipedia article, which was more apparently spoilery than I expected; it informed me that it's about twins separated at birth who become friends and are raised in different social classes, and that "They both fall in love with the same girl, causing a rift in their friendship and leading to the tragic death of both brothers." (elyvorg later informed me that their deaths aren't actually a spoiler; the show literally starts with them both dead before moving on to how this happened.) But overall, although I'm no big fan of love triangles, this otherwise sounded very me, and when elyvorg likes something I'm extremely likely to like it too, so I was thrilled to agree.

Blood Brothers spends a while at the beginning establishing how it came about that these twins were separated in the first place. Mrs. Johnstone, a working-class woman, has seven children with an eighth on the way after her husband walks out on her; she's worked out that they'll just barely be able to afford one more mouth to feed, but when she learns she's expecting twins, she begins to despair. Meanwhile, she's working as a cleaner for the middle-class wife of a factory owner, Mrs. Lyons, who is unable to have children. She'd like to adopt, but her husband is insistent that he only wants a child that's biologically his. When Mrs. Johnstone tells her about her worries about having twins, Mrs. Lyons sees an opportunity - what if Mrs. Johnstone simply gives Mrs. Lyons one of the children? As it happens her husband is away on a long trip, and the timing works out so that she could realistically have a baby at the same time Mrs. Johnstone is due, just before her husband returns. All she has to do is stuff her clothes in public to appear pregnant until then, and her husband will never have to know it's not their biological child. Mrs. Johnstone is resistant to the idea of giving away her child, but still imagines that Mrs. Lyons would be able to give the child a better life than she could, and Mrs. Lyons promises that she'll be able to see the child every day. Mrs. Johnstone tentatively agrees, but Mrs. Lyons can see her hesitation - and having learned earlier that Mrs. Johnstone is very superstitious, she makes her swear on the Bible that she will do this and never tell anyone.

Later, when the twins are born and the time has come to separate them, Mrs. Johnstone is again reluctant, but Mrs. Lyons reminds her that she swore on the Bible, and she relents - "Don't tell me which one, just take him!" Over the next months, Mrs. Lyons feels a growing, nagging insecurity every time Mrs. Johnstone interacts with the baby she knows is actually hers; she decides to fire her (but pay her off handsomely, so as to feel less bad about it). Mrs. Johnstone objects and says that if she's fired she will tell people - but in her desperation to get rid of her, Mrs. Lyons invents a superstition of her own: "You do know what they say about twins secretly parted, don't you? They say that if either twin learns that he was one of a pair, they shall both immediately die." And thus, the despairing Mrs. Johnstone leaves, petrified that if she ever lets her son find out about his twin brother, she'll be somehow killing them both.

At the start of all this, I felt like all this setup was somewhat unnecessary - surely a musical about twins being separated at birth doesn't need to spend quite so much time just justifying its concept, right? But this wasn't actually about justifying its concept. From this point, superstition is one of the big running themes of the story; Mrs. Lyons grows increasingly unhinged as she begins to believe in the fake twin superstition that she made up to manipulate Mrs. Johnstone with, and the musical's narrator sings several ominous interludes throughout themed around different superstitions and how "the devil's got your number".

In the meantime, though, the two boys (Mickey and Edward) grow up, meet as kids, impulsively swear to be blood brothers after talking for five minutes, and are generally both adorable. (Before the show began, there was an announcement that Mickey would be played by Sean Jones, which was met with cheers from the audience. Turns out he's one of the most iconic actors in the role, who was not actually part of this tour, but the actor who was supposed to play Mickey on the tour had a back injury, and at the matinee earlier that same day, the understudy had fallen ill in the middle of the show and they'd had to finish it with Edward's understudy, who hadn't rehearsed the part at all and had to just do his best with the aid of a script. With no Mickey for the evening show, then, they'd just called up one of the best Mickeys, who could probably play the part in his sleep even though it'd been a while, to step in on short notice. I guess we got pretty lucky.)

With Mickey growing up poor and lower-class and Edward rich and middle-class, the two seem very different, though in their innocence it doesn't matter much to them now. There's an adorable duet where Mickey admires stuff like how his friend is always so neat and tidy, and then Edward is equally excited about how his friend is always untidy. But even though it doesn't matter to them, it matters to the adults around them. The lower-class kids play rowdy outdoor cowboys-and-indians and gangster games - to a delightful song about how everything's a game and nothing has consequences, which reprises the same melody as the "devil's got your number" interludes, the ones about how everything has consequences that can't be escaped - while Edward's sheltered and coddled and expected to be still and proper, alone and friendless in a mansion. Mickey and his friend Linda boast of how if the police come they'll just take an attitude with them and say their name is Adolf Hitler; Edward takes them entirely at their word and delightedly mouths off at the police when they manage to break a window, only for Mickey and the Johnstones to be treated as dirty troublemakers and Edward to be let off with a gentle warning about not playing with those sorts of children, while the policeman has a drink at his parents' house. Society privileges Edward simply because of his background, plants the first seeds of how the world will treat them unfairly.

Their mothers both try hard to keep the two away from each other so they won't figure out they were twins, with Mrs. Lyons eventually persuading her husband to move away just so Edward can't see Mickey ever again. Eventually, though, as it happens Mrs. Johnstone gets rehomed to better social housing that's quite near to the Lyons' new home, and the brothers meet again as teenagers, rekindling their friendship. When Mrs. Lyons finds out, she confronts Mrs. Johnstone, convinced in her increasingly delusional paranoia that Mrs. Johnstone is following her, trying to haunt her and her son's life forever - and actually picks up a knife and makes a move to murder her. She fails and runs away, and has an emotional breakdown.

By this time, Linda goes to school with Mickey, and they're both obviously into each other but Mickey doesn't have the confidence to make a move on her even as she makes screamingly blatant moves on him. As the three of them spend their summers together, Edward develops feelings for Linda as well, though he recognizes what's going on between Linda and Mickey and doesn't want to get in the way; with his privileged and worriless upbringing, he's articulate and confident where Mickey's awkward and insecure, and he goes on to tell Linda (in song, because musical) that if he were Mickey he'd confess his love to her with full-on Shakespeare references (but he isn't, so he won't). If he were Mickey, he wouldn't be able to make any Shakespeare references - but Edward's a bit blind to his privilege.

Linda, for her parts, likes both of them - but as far as Edward is concerned Mickey was there first, and before he leaves for university, he encourages Mickey to finally ask her out. While Edward is in college, Linda becomes pregnant, she and Mickey hastily get married and they move in with Mrs. Johnstone - but shortly before Christmas, Mickey's factory job is made redundant in the recession. By the time Edward returns, with his rich college buddies, ready to celebrate Christmas with Mickey and Linda, Mickey's bitter, unemployed and starved for money. Edward's good fortune and effortless privileged living and his frightfully oblivious but well-meant comments about how really he'd love to be unemployed and free to do whatever he wants are grating and humiliating, and Mickey lashes out at him and decries the childishness of their blood brother thing (which Mickey had been the one to come up with, once upon a time). They part on bitter terms.

Later, with no jobs to be found, in his desperation to be able to support Linda and his daughter, Mickey helps his delinquent older brother commit an armed robbery, which goes wrong, and his brother shoots a man. As an accessory to the murder, Mickey is sentenced to seven years in prison; though he's released early for good behaviour, by the time he gets out he's haunted and despondent, emotionally closed off and severely depressed, unable to function without antidepressants. Linda, convinced the pills are what's making him so dead inside, tries to get him to stop taking them, but he adamantly refuses. In her desperation, Linda contacts Edward, who is now a councillor, and gets him to pull strings to get them a house and a job for Mickey - which Mickey instantly sees through. After an argument that leaves Linda broken, lonely and miserable and bereft of emotional support, she meets up with Edward. Their reunion is clearly emotional for them, and they still have romantic feelings for each other, but all they do in at least the staging we watched is just walk together, talking, hugging, a kiss on the cheek (it's a montage song, so not a literal real-time representation of what's happening, but I was expecting an actual romantic kiss and it didn't happen). But Mrs. Lyons, who hasn't been seen onstage since her murderous visit to Mrs. Johnstone's, witnesses them together and tells Mickey about it, implying they were having an affair.

This breaks Mickey. And it's not because this is a story about a love triangle, as the Wikipedia summary so tediously implied: it's because at this point Linda was the one thing he had left to cling to. Near the beginning, when about to give up her son, as her scant belongings are being repossessed to pay her debts, Mrs. Johnstone sings a song about how nothing's ever yours on easy terms. Mickey's grown up to have this same cruel realization, that nothing's ever his because of his class - not his belongings, not his job, not even his basic freedom or his ability to function and earn sustenance for his family. The only thing that's his is Linda and his child, and after his argument with Linda, in his fear of losing even that, he was actually so desperate he did skip taking the antidepressants like she wanted. But maybe Linda's just another thing that the rich can take away from him when they please, after all. Was the baby even his in the first place? Nothing's ever his. Edward gets to have things and be happy; Mickey doesn't.

So Mickey picks up his brother's old gun from the robbery and heads to the council offices, where Eddie is giving a speech. In very good sequence that is extremely #my buttons, Mickey points the gun at Edward, confronting him about the supposed affair. Edward insists that they're just friends - and at this Mickey really snaps, yells, grabs him and presses the gun to his head while Edward cowers. "Friends! I could kill you. We were friends, weren't we? Blood brothers, wasn't it? Remember? Well, how come you got everythin' and I got nothin'?"

When he gets to whether his daughter belongs to Edward, like everything else in his life, of course Edward is aghast and denies it. But that's when the police arrive, a voice on a megaphone telling Mickey they've got trained marksmen aiming at him and to put the gun down before they have to use them. Mickey brokenly tells Edward that he came there to shoot him but he can't; he doesn't know if the gun is even loaded.

But that's when Mrs. Johnstone comes in (Mickey picked up the gun from her house), pleading for him to please not shoot Edward, because he's his brother. She explains the whole thing, and why she had to give one of them away. And Edward actually smiles, but Mickey, hysterical, asks why she didn't give him away, because (he waves the gun towards Edward) he could've been him. ...And that's when the gun goes off. Edward dies instantly, and the police react immediately to shoot Mickey down as well. Ultimately they did both die as a result of learning they were brothers. The narrator, a bit on the nose, asks if the cause of this was the superstition, or the British class system.

Really it's both, a combination of curious coincidences that seem suspiciously like a kind of destiny with the cruel system of injustices that slowly breaks one brother and grinds him into the dust. It wouldn't have happened if not for both mothers' misguided efforts to protect their children, either. It's a very fairy tale sort of story, hinging on several contrived happenstances, but the way it's presented makes it work - that inevitable looming destiny is a tangible presence in the play in the form of the narrator and his songs, who in turn also represents the anxieties of the two mothers about the deal that they made - the devil inside of them, if you will.

I've got some niggles with the show. Mostly, the second half of Act II feels a little rushed through. In the blink of an eye (literally maybe like ten minutes), Mickey loses his job, he and Edward have their falling-out, Mickey takes part in a robbery and goes to prison, spends a few years there, becomes dependent on antidepressants, and generally loses his will to live. Because Mickey's descent into disillusionment, bitterness, desperation and depression is pretty much the most important event of the story, and definitely the most important in Act II, I think the musical could have spent a little more time on it, and I definitely think it could've been expanded at the expense of some of the earlier bits. (One of the longest songs in the musical, at about four and a half minutes, is "Bright New Day", about the Johnstones being rehomed, and it's also definitively the least interesting one; to be honest I think that entire song could probably be cut to absolutely no ill effect for the story, since the sole point that it makes, about how things are looking up for the family when they move, is about to be made again and more illustratively in "Marilyn Monroe 2".) Sean Jones totally sold it, though, so I’m not complaining too much.

Also, Mrs. Lyons disappears from the plot entirely between her trying to murder Mrs. Johnstone and telling Mickey about seeing Edward and Linda together, kicking off the entire final chain of events. This is both disappointing - this is exactly when her delusional paranoia has reached its furthest point! Why wouldn't you show more of her! - and leaves the setup for the latter event a bit lacking. It's not at all obvious exactly what would drive her to tell Mickey about the affair. Mulling it over afterwards you can work out that ultimately the point here for her has to be to try to drive Mickey and Linda away from Edward by making Mickey hate him, but we get no insight into her emotional process, whether she's been doing better or worse since the whole trying to murder Mrs. Johnstone incident, or exactly what she was thinking there.

It's also, hmm, a little Problematic(tm) in places. Kids playing cowboys and indians, okay, that's kind of awkwardly racist to a modern progressive audience but these are kids in the 60s, fair enough. The narrator's interlude about "gypsies in the woods going to take your baby away" is, sure, a representation of the superstitious and prejudiced thoughts of Mrs. Lyons, but still, yikes, and it’s a bit uncomfortable that it's ultimately being put in the mouth of the seemingly impartial narrator rather than the prejudiced character herself. (Suggestion: please just make it fairies or elves, guys.) And then there's the whole bit with Linda explaining to Mickey that he doesn't need any pills, that she gets depressed sometimes and she doesn't need them! Which I suppose we can charitably take to be Linda's in-character ignorance about mental illness, and after Mickey does get off the pills he just becomes even more desperate and miserable and nearly shoots someone, so the narrative doesn't exactly validate her as it plays out, but it still feels distinctly like the show expects us to agree with Linda there. All of this is probably because it's written in the eighties, and I'm not going to rag on it too much as a child of its time, but it did bother me a bit.

(Also, fridge logic: why is the gun still hidden where Sammy put it after the robbery? Given Mickey knew where it was hidden, if the police successfully found out he was an accomplice to the murder I can't imagine what Mickey could have gained by keeping quiet about it, and clearly it’s important evidence that they’d want to get their hands on, right?)

But overall, it was a good and I loved it a lot. The soundtrack isn't one of my favorites on the whole, but I really enjoy the heavy use of repeated themes - my favorite songs are the narrator's various brief reprises of "Shoes Upon the Table" containing the "devil's got your number" echo, particularly "Madman". (Also, I wish they'd publish a cast album with the cast and arrangements that we saw, that isn't missing a bunch of songs.) If I ever get a chance to see it again, I will.

#blood brothers #blood brothers musical #musicals #review #ramble #my buttons #GOD I haven't done a proper lengthy ramble in a while #I guess I needed a new musical in my life

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surveysonfleek · 5 years

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1530.

What are you addicted to?

The computer [] I spend hours at a time on the computer. [] Without the computer, life would not be the same. [] I depend so much on my computer, if it broke down, I would cry. [] I have sooooo many pictures, files, games and other things saved on my computer. [] I have my own computer, and it is in my room. [] I buy stuff online frequently. [] When I have homework or other responsibilities, I tend to go on the computer instead. [] I have been late to something because I couldn’t get off the damn computer. [] My parents always say that they’re ‘going to take away my internet’ because they know that would be the ultimate punishment. Total: 6

Online chat/phone [] I have spent more than 6 hours talking on the phone. [] My phone is practically attached to my ear. [] I have gone to sleep extremely late because I was up talking on the phone. [] My cellphone bill is too high. [] If my MSN/AIM/Yahoo, etc. won’t allow me to sign in, I go crazy. [] I have over 200 online buddies. [] I met good friends, or even my best friend, online. [] I meet people in person that I met on the internet, complete strangers. [] I spend more time in chatrooms than I do with my own family/friends. [] I’d rather chat online than by phone, e-mail, or in person. Total: 2

Magazines/books [] I am ALWAYS reading something. [] I have 100+ magazines. [] I buy more than 3 magazines every month. [] I am subscribed to more than 3 magazines. [] I am soon gonna run out of space to put all my magazines! [] When my mom threatens that she’s gonna thrown out my magazines, I yell and tell her that I’m keeping them forever! [] Reading is way more fun than TV, computer, music, etc. [] Books are my life. I even wanna write a book. [] I spend more money on books/magazines than I do on clothes every month. Total: 0

Music [] Without music, my life would be miserable. [] It seems that I’m always humming or singing something. [] I like every type of music. [] My mp3 player/iPod has over 1000 songs. [] Not to mention the huge amount of songs I have on my computer. [] I have 200+ CD’s. [] Music cheers me up, makes me happy, relieves my stress..kinda like a best friend. [] Whatever mood I’m in, I can always listen to some music. [] I am/want to be in a band. [] I lost count of how many concerts I’ve been to. Total: 5

Movies [] I see at least 4 movies in theatres per month. [] I have so many DVDs, I don’t know where all of them are! [] I have a DVD player in my room, that I use often. [] I buy every movie that I really like. [] I keep all my movie stubs. [] I am always quoting things from movies. [] I can list 20 of my favourite movies right now. [] I watch the Oscars religiously. [] Movies are better than TV shows and music put together. [] I have over 5 favourite actors and over 5 favourite actresses. Total: 1

Make-up, hair & other girly things [] I straighten/curl/crimp my hair every day. [] I don’t remember how my own natural hair colour looks unless I look at old pictures. [] I have so much make-up, I don’t even use half of it. [] I have more than 5 eyeliners, 5 eyeshadow palettes and 5 lip glosses. [] I wear bows, hairbands, ribbons, etc. in my hair. [] I get my hair cut more than once every 3 months. [] I LOVE pink, anything pink is good! [] Flowers are awesome, as well as chocolate, jewelry and designer clothes. [] Accessories are actually more important to me than my clothes! [] I have more than 5 purses. Total: 5

Television [] I watch at least 5 shows per day. [] I spend more than 5 hours watching TV every day. [] I am addicted to some shows. [] If I miss an episode of my favourite show, I’ll freak out. [] I watch TV before I go to sleep. [] My alarm clock is my TV. [] I have seen every MTV show at least once. [] I have more than 500 channels on my TV. [] I use picture-in-picture. [] During commercials, I flip to other channels to watch something else. Total: 2

Sports [] I watch sports every day. [] I have been on a sports team more than 5 times. [] I play sports any chance I get. [] I am very athletic and fit. [] I work out all the time. [] I also walk, run, bike, or swim on a regular basis (as a way of exercising). [] I have a favourite basketball, soccer, baseball, etc. player as well as favourite teams. [] I like to be outside waaayy more than staying inside. [] I don’t mind getting sweaty or breaking a nail. [] No, I’m not girly. Total: 1

Food [] I am in love with chocolate. [] I will eat anything once. [] I always eat when I’m bored, stressed, watching TV, etc. [] I don’t care about my weight, all I wanna do is eat! [] I have tried Mexican, Italian, Chinese, Thai, Indian, as well as other kind of dishes. [] I don’t have many foods that I dislike. [] I like going to parties or other gatherings for the food! [] My friends say I’m a pig when it comes to food. [] I cannot go to the mall without eating something at the food court. [] Snacking is my favourite pastime. Total: 5

Going out/friends [] I go to tons of parties every year. [] I have more friends than I can count. [] If someone invites me to go somewhere, I don’t care what mood I’m in, I’m going! [] Movie theatres, amusement parks and malls are among my favourite places. [] I hate staying in, I’d rather be out 24/7. [] The computer is cool, but partying is so much better! [] My friends and I do crazyyy things! [] I cannot pay attention in class because I’m always chatting with friends or thinking about what I’m gonna do that night. [] Work? Who has time for a job when you can hang out with your friends instead! Total: 1

Shopping/clothes [] I go shopping at least twice a week. [] I don’t care how many shoes or accessories I have, I always need more! [] There’s always more room in my closet for more clothes. [] I follow fashion/trends. [] I have 10 or more pairs of jeans. [] I have 30+ shoes. [] The mall = best place ever! [] I spend money like nothing else. [] I can’t just 'hang’ at the mall, I have to buy something! [] I want a job at my favourite store so I can get discounts and go shopping after work! Total: 4

Bad things [] I steal/shoplift frequently. [] I smoke cigarettes every day. [] I smoke something other than cigarettes regularly. [] I have gone to school/work high or drunk. [] I get drunk when I’m with friends and then do stupid things. [] I have done sexual things under the influence. [] I curse ALL the time. [] I fight with people constantly. [] I have been arrested. [] I am banned from 2 or more places. Total: 3

I am addicted to: The computer. How sadddd

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Are you named after anyone?

Yes, I suppose so. My mother would say I was named after an actor. But I don't know how much of that is exactly truth. So it could also be no. She's a compulsive liar and malignant narcissist after all. Who used her children as accessories to get attention for herself. So, I find it hard to believe she wouldn't do something like that. But it's really hard to say. lol.

When was the last time you cried?

Like, real crying, over real stuff? It’s been a while. I typically like to bottle all that shit up and let it build inside of me until I’m a volcano. Only the MOST healthy way to deal with distress, after all. Lol. Since I was a kid it became clear that Crying doesn’t help me as much as getting angry and throwing a ketchup bottle at the kitchen floor does. -Smirks- But I can angry cry, so does that count? Does crying at the scenes with Good Fathers in movies loving and taking care of their children, count? Because I tear up at those.

I never knew my father, so I have to depend on these things to see what a kind of a idea of a good one is. This leads to the whole realization that my mother is a Bad Parent and I don’t want my real father to end up being one to. That is upsetting, especially as a kid when you see your mother is an evil bitch who soaks up all your misery and uses it to her advantage. SO you have to stop crying to dry up her well. So my last good cry? Probably over a scraped knee when I was five.

Do you have kids?

Not currently.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Perhaps I do.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

The way they act. I’m pretty good at this sort of thing. I always remain silent and observant when first meeting people, and after. So I have spent most if not all of my life learning how to focus on the personality of others, before anything else. I’m not attracted to people for their looks, so it hardly, if ever, comes to mind after first, how they look. I go right for the personality. Or the Air’s one puts on in front of people, to see how they are.

What’s your eye color?

Green/grey/blue mixture. Mostly grey. A cold grey. The green and blue come out mostly when it’s raining, or I’m pissed off. Or wearing certain colored clothing. But typically, grey, steely.

Scary movie or happy ending?

Neither, both kind of fucking suck actually. But I am more interested in a Happy Ending, then a scary movie any day. My mother is the horror movie buff. So I had been watching them since day one of my existence and you can imagine how that got fucking boring fast for me. So now every god damn horror movie I watch these days are so predictable it takes the fun out of them. Lazy writing and the genre not fucking caring about itself does NOT help. lol.

Any special talents?

I’m double jointed in my fingers, can flip my eyelids inside out, somewhat very flexible. I’m a very fast learner once I figure out what’s going on. I am basically the ‘Sherlock of my family because I can tell you what’s wrong and figure out how to do something the proper way just by looking or thinking about it for a second, so I have pretty damn good common sense is what I am saying.

Though I think the most special of all is my ability to write. So far most people who have hated it has kept their fucking mouths shut, and I don’t really care either way. But majorly people who have mattered when it comes to my writing tend to enjoy it and I think that’s pretty special. Also I can apparently see into the future sometimes. Not that that sounds at all sane or realistic. But hey.

Where were you born?

Hell.

What are your hobbies?

Writing, Singing, Astrology, Sociology, Psychology, History, Mythology, Reading, Video Games, Board Games, Tabletop Games, Drawing, Mechanics, Design, Music, Roleplaying.

Do you have any pets?

Yes, two cats.

What sports do you play/have you played?

I’ve never officially played any sports. They tend to bore the living fuck out of me when I have to watch them. But when I do play them I have fun, sooo...

I’ve played Basketball, Volleyball, Soccer, Football, Baseball....

How tall are you?

Dream job?

My dream job is to be an author and write about fantastic worlds that all my characters are connected by. And live in the middle of the woods as I am left to write my stories. Like some gremlin. Ahaahahha. Other than that I think I’d be a pretty good Psychologist, not in the helpful way, says my friend Skies, who has seen some in her own time. She thinks I’d be too aggressive for most patients XD

Favorite subject at school?

Um, Language Arts, probably. Though English, History, Government, Social Studies, Sociology, Science, Math, Geology and Biology were also pretty fun, and I loved them. I hated school. But I loved most of the subjects, understand? lol.

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"why are angels in suits and archangels in ratty jeans" do you think maybe archangels have something that resembles free will, something regular angels have to struggle a lot to discover within themselves? (yes I read all your tags)

I’m not sure the two things are linked, though? Or linked in that exact way, ie free will automatically leads to freedom to customize your accessories?

Like, if we’re talking clothes, the most striking examples are Michael and Lucifer and how their fashion sense seems to evolve with their vessel.

There could be many reasons for this. Most likely, it’s just a narrative way of showing a clear difference between Dean (or Sam) and their possessed versions, because the fact is, both Lucifer and AU!Michael used to dress in a very similar way to real!Dean and real!Sam, so without the change in clothes, both actors and viewers would have a much harder time telling them apart.

(The interesting exception, of course, is Cas. See below for more speculation.)

As for in-story logic, there are a couple of fashion-related points we can make.

First of all, both in Supernatural and IRL, suits embody a kind of willing submission to your role in society, and what your superiors think and want. While most lines of work have compulsory or traditional ‘uniforms’, suits are not dictated by practical or safety reasons. They simply signal you don’t work with your hands and you get (or hope to get) something of a decent salary. What’s particularly striking about suits is that, on the whole, they’re not really a good choice as ‘standard wear’ for tertiary jobs? Like - for one, most suits just don’t fit the wearer’s body very well. You walk around and you see a lot of people (basically all the women because boobs and curves, but also many men) who just look awkward and cheap. There’s a reason why ‘getting a bespoke suit’, complete with standing on ridiculous tiny podium with four Italian tailors shaking their hands at you is such a popular movie trope and generally shorthand for ‘you’ve made it’, and it’s because off-the-rack suits tend to suck - they fall weirdly on your body, might pull at your joints, and generally look really bad. If you’re Benedict Cumberbatch, you could probably find someting suitable even in Asda, but then again, if you’re Benedict Cumberbatch you’d look good in a sandwich wrapper, so that’s a moot point. And another thing is that suits are incredibly high-maintenance, even if Supernatural pretends otherwise?

(And that’s another of those ‘black spaces’ we all watch with such rapt attention, by the way, because the boys wearing suits so often implies someone - *coughs* Dean *coughs* - spends a sizable portion of his time buying and looking after those clothes, and probably has a whole room in the Bunker full of fluffy fabric and costumes.)

Anyway - you need to fold them neatly and iron the shit out of them (and ironing shirts, that’s fun) and depending on the fabric every time you fucking move they fucking crease? And finally (I mean, I could go on because I hate them, but you know), finally they’re generally the reflection of an entitled, arrogant society which doesn’t take into account nature or weather. Like, people in suits may look all cool and unruffled inside their fancy AC-ed banks, but try wearing your bespoke woolen monstrosity on the tube, or outside on a summer afternoon, and you’re not likely to come out alive. So where manual workers are mostly forced to wear the same thing year-round to protect themselves from injury (or because their clothes need to be boiled when washed), and other professionals (like teachers) will adapt their wardrobe to seasons and mood, people who’re forced to wear suits truly represent the end of individuality, personality, and choice.

(Our national bank and our biggest insurance will police everything down to your bra, nail polish and make-up, so while there are people who genuinely enjoy wearing suits - I guess - I’d say for most it’s not really a choice.)

And the sad thing is, we’ve all accepted this as a good & worthy thing: buying your first suit is a sign you’re all grown up, and even if you’re not a corporate slave, you’ll be expected to wear suits at important meetings, weddings and funerals (hell, I know I’ve got a couple in my closet, so I’m not claiming any moral high ground here). What’s even more perverse, and also chimes in with the Supernatural universe, is that true wealth doesn’t give a rat’s ass about suits. As with other stuff, from dead languages to meditation to how well you treat your inferiors, there’s a wide gap between those who think they’re the upper class and the real upper class. This is a detail that often goes unnoticed, both IRL and in fiction, but a show like Billions, for instance, explored it to perfection: most characters will be in suits all the time, because the background is the financial world, but not Axe, our main character, who’ll choose jeans and leather jackets (which probably cost more than your house, and okay, but still: the key is comfort and non-conformity).

(See also: Chuck in his second-hand jacket vs. his archangels preening up and buying stupid stuff as soon as they fall in line.

Or: Chuck wearing whatever the hell he likes while his theoretically more powerful sister is stuffed into luxurious and revealing clothes, complete with pastel nail polish.)

Coming back to Supernatural, this is something of a pattern: normal angels are (almost) always in suits. Cas has a shabby suit hidden by his trademark trench coat - a fashion choice which has many reasons (chief among them, that John Constatine thing) but ends up representing the character’s dilemma and his push towards free will and a different kind of belonging. Both Michael and Lucifer dress shabbily when they’re not following Heaven’s plan, and suit up as soon as they manage to fulfill their expected roles. Raphael, the only archangel to be 100% loyal to the task he was assigned, is always shown in a suit.

(Gabriel, who never fit in, lived and died (twice) in his own personalized wardrobe.)

Something else that’s a headcanon of mine is that angels, generally speaking, don’t give a damn about human stuff because they’re not equipped to understand it. Like, Crowley is susceptible to the joys of a well-cut suit, and also painfully aware of its meaning (as an illiterate, illegimate child of a socially rejected mother, belonging and riches is what he dreamed about, and it’s not a surprise he chose to be apprenticed to a tailor); then again, he’s a demon, not an angel, which means he’s got a deep layer of tortured humanity informing his thoughts and his decisions. On the other hand, what does a suit mean to someone like Lucifer, who’s older than balls, considers humans to be a mistake and the scum of the Earth and is used to see their fashion sense change dramatically every few seconds (to an immortal, fifty years must look like one or two minutes)? No - to Lucifer, and Michael, and possibly Gabriel, the main problem is that they’re not in their rightful vessels; and, as we’ve seen very clearly in Lucifer’s case, the consequences can be irritating and very, very dramatic. So it makes sense, in a way, that they’d focus on keeping their vessels’ skin in one piece without bothering with anything else? Like, Nick!Lucifer changing into a nice Armani would be like a guy being rushed to the ER for organ failure insisting on silver cufflinks on his hospital gown.

(That’s also why, I think, Lucifer never bothered to change anything about Cas’ appearance when he was possessing Cas? It was a way of 1) cutting down his workload, 2) annoying the hell out of Sam and Dean and tricking them for as long as possible and 3) refusing to claim ownership of a vessel Lucifer probably considered dirty and beneath him.)

As a final thought, I always had a problem with that whole ‘angels have no free will’ thing, because the show & tell on that one never matched all that well. I mean: the only angel whose journey we truly witnessed was Cas, and even with Cas, it’s stated outright he always had plenty of free will and a boatload of feelings and opinions - to the point where he had to be reprogrammed several times. Mostly other low-level angel we’ve seen, though, have displayed a remarkable sense of self and very disinct preferences: from Balthazar who did his own thing to hippy!angels who wanted to camp by a river, to Ishim who went against orders to get laid, to Gadreel who took an awful lot of independent decisions, to his subtextual husband/textual parabatai who’d chosen a suburban human life, all the way to Naomi (the highest in hierarchy) and to that cute angel in glasses (the lowest of the low, and rip). So while the ‘tell’ part of this story was always more or less consistent (‘angels can’t understand emotions, can’t make their own choices, Cas is the lone exception’), the ‘show’ part mostly fell short of that message: with the exception of the suit as shorthand for brainlessness and obedience, angels never acted like the brainwashed robots they were supposed to be. In fact, you could even argue that the only two angels who’re pig-headedly determined to follow the path Chuck traced for them are, ironically enough, Michael and Lucifer.

#ask #spn meta #spn angels #archangels #spn and class #michael and lucifer #thanks for reading my tags!#i tend to have a lot of fun with them :)

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BOBO DEL REY : BIOGRAPHY

[ i. STATS ]

NAME. bobo del rey , also known as robert svane .

AGE. somewhere around 171; number provided via mathematics i did between a combination of the actors’ ages and doc’s mentions of his age/how long he was stuck in the well . the math may or may not be correct and i honestly don’t care enough to try and do it again .

DOB. september 23, exact year unknown .

GENDER. cis male : prefers he/him or they/them pronouns .

PREF. pansexual

SPECIES. human turned revenant .

RESIDENCE. the ghost river triangle .

OCCUPATION. outside his stint as the owner of Shorty’s, his financial endeavours tend to be a little more under the table .

ETHNICITY. swedish, danish, norwegian... most of his blood comes from that general area .

[ ii. INTROSPECTION ]

POSITIVE TRAITS. resolute , patient (how else would someone spend over fifteen years trying to find some lady’s dead children bones) , passionate , dedicated , perceptive , eloquent .

NEUTRAL TRAITS. quick-witted , clever , irreverent , amoral .

NEGATIVE TRAITS. hedonistic , short tempered , unforgiving , apathetic toward most things , self-interested (not quite the word i was looking for but when he sets his mind to a goal/decides that someone is in his inner circle, he’ll do anything to achieve/protect said things even to the detriment of others and this word is the closest i could find) .

DISLIKES. being rushed & law enforcement & comic books & ignorance/ignorant people & being under someone else’s authority & having to repeat himself & hell flashbacks & poker games & cheap alcohol; he’ll drink it but he has a heavy preference toward the pricier stuff & interruptions of any sort & having to switch things up mid-plan & having to rely on others for anything & most sweets & neon colours & thinking about his past & being cornered .

LIKES. expensive liquors & lounging in the sun & birds & organic materials for clothing; so furs, leathers, metals, etc. & accessorising (the amount of rings and bracelets alone that he has squirreled away is insane) & neutral and earth tone colours & having all eyes on him/being able to give off a commanding presence & at the same time he also values his privacy & physical activities and how he feels after doing them & getting in the last word & dawn or dusk walks & burning incense & avant garde jazz & 'experimental’ fashion (look at this man’s outfits in this show and tell me i’m wrong) & cigarettes and bourbon & flirting & the ocean .

HOBBIES. chess & puzzle boxes/rings & origami & wood whittling & walks on the outskirts of town & he journals but it’s less for fun and more to keep track of everything he has going on & learning things .

WEAKNESSES. he has a hard time garnering any sort of sympathy for anyone/anything outside of his inner circles/soft spots & willa earp is one of his weaknesses because of how important she is to him and i will die on this hill & his short temper & his amorality means that his loyalties can and often do shift which leaves him with few he can steadily count on .

STRENGTHS. has a way about him that makes networking and forming connections extremely easy for him & can be very persuasive when need be & once he sets his mind on a plan/task it takes a lot to get him to give up on it & has the ability to play the long game; isn’t impatient for results right away .

HABITS. he’s very expressive with his hands; like, very expressive & will stroke his beard when he’s deep in thought (or pretending to be) & that thing he does where he kind of clacks his teeth together like he’s biting the air?? look he does it multiple times and i still don’t know how to describe it & has a habit of staring at people & leans back or lounges in chairs whenever possible & when nervous/thoughtful he’ll chew at the edges of his fingernails and/or spin the rings on his fingers .

EDUCATION. before he became a revenant, he was fairly well educated; about as well educated as anyone could be back then. he finished school and while he didn’t go to college, he did a lot of book reading before everything with wyatt began to get out of control. the fascination with/desire to learn about the world followed him even when he became a revenant - though often, his research now is done with an intention to learn information that might serve him well in the future.

[ iii. APPEARANCE ]

FACECLAIM. the beautiful michael eklund .

HEIGHT. 6 ‘ 0 ” .

EYES. a keen, watchful cobalt blue at most times - though when in use of his powers, or simply when he chooses to let them appear, his eyes will glow a fiery golden orange ringed with black . dark circles beneath them , long eyelashes, and generally a look that seems like it can pierce your soul .

EYEBROWS. fairly average , again , there isn’t much to say about eyebrows . though small parts of his are white to match the partially white patch in his beard .

HAIR. generally kept short in various mohawk styles ; can be slightly wavy at times depending on the humidity in the air . he keeps it short in such a manner that makes it easy to keep it styled , either smoothed back or shaped into a simple mohawk . there have been phases in his life where his hair grew out messy and long - dark brown streaked with white . if i recall, for a while after his return from Hell it was entirely white - whether from his own doing or from some effect of Hell I’m not sure yet.

SCARS. a few long scars run down his back parallel to the curvature of his spine; they glow when in the presence of peacemaker or when he’s allowing his more demonic features to show . he has a variety of other scars; one faint one that slashes through one eye that is barely noticeable now; several across his abdomen and chest , some from bullets and some from sharper edges than those . he also sports scars from a knife that went through his hand and in certain verses , he has scars from the really nasty impaling he dealt with when fighting with jeremy and doc .

DRESSING STYLE. experimental . he tends to lean toward materials like leather or furs or metals (in the case of his jewelry anyway) . it’s not all he wears but it’s definitely the case with his favourite clothing items (the fur coat, leather pants, etc.) . tends to lean toward neutral or earthy tones and isn’t much for flashy , bright colours . wears lots of accessories as well , primarily rings and bracelets but also pendants on occasion .

LIPS. i really don’t know how to describe lips, i’m sorry , lol .

SKIN. lightly tanned from time spent out in the sun ; he has an average but leanly muscled build , not overly hairy but not quite smooth either . pays careful attention to his facial hair and makes sure to take decent care of it . most of his body is covered in scars , some more noticeable than others , some verse dependent , but every version of him has quite a few regardless .

CHEEKS. average cheekbones , doesn’t blush easily or often .

[ iv. ABILITIES ]

LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english [ fluent ] , latin [ a bit here and there ] , swedish [ a few phrases ] .

THREAT LEVEL. moderate to high .

WEAPONS. he can and does use anything around him as a weapon when needed . he isn’t afraid to get down and dirty - or play unfair . that said , he is fond of simply using his own two hands to inflict the damage he needs to inflict . that or his magic powers .

MAGIC. he has control over anything metal ; that means he can send anything metal coming at him - bullets , knifes, etc. - back at the other person or wherever he so wishes , amongst other things. generally speaking, if you’re on bobo’s bad side , you do not want to enter his presence with anything metallic on your person .

[ v. DETAILS ]

➣➣ little is known about bobo’s younger years as robert svane - his family, etc. - and he sure as fuck isn’t going to tell anyone unless you’re very close . what is known is that he was a fairly quiet student and person in general, and got through school with little to no problems. chances were he had a fairly average childhood .

➣➣ later on down the line, robert svane - as bobo was previously known - met wyatt earp and the two of them became fairly close friends. while he didn’t spend as much time actively in the field as wyatt or doc holliday did, he and wyatt stayed in close touch and spent time together in town often. when wyatt left the area on one mission or another, the two would correspond via letters from wherever robert happened to be at the time.

➣➣ then things began to go downhill. the nonstop snowballing of bad luck culminated in a battle between wyatt earp and the demon sheriff clootie - who took robert to use as a human shield. dedicated to the same cause and beliefs that wyatt held, robert told him to take the shot regardless, even though it would mean the bullet would go through him first. wyatt did. robert ended up in the local church nearby alone after that - perhaps on a search for help for his injuries - and bleeding out.

➣➣ before dying, the demon clootie had cast a curse on the earp family - and on those killed by the earps, which meant that when he died, robert would be damned to hell along with the rest of the victims of peacemaker. one of the demon’s brides, constance, who told him such news, said that doc holliday - who was currently trapped in a well - had the third seal of bulshar’s entombment and that if robert went to the well, he could trick doc into giving him the ring. in the end, doc refused to give up the ring that gave him his own immortality and instead of rescuing him, robert, bitter of wyatt’s loyalty to doc first and foremost, left him in the well. as such, he eventually died (in wynonna’s arms.... yeah there’s a whole other flashback thing i’m not going into here), and was sent to hell.

➣➣ as foretold, he came back as a revenant. the years in hell had worn him down and down until very little of his former virtues remained above surface, all dormant and buried. somewhere along the line, ward earp became the heir. when waverly earp was born - to another father, but with the same mother - bobo came across them and, thinking waverly was the angel who had been with him when he died, kept his word to protect her, following her mother’s wishes and taking her to ward. he ordered ward to take care of waverly, and that if he ever harmed her, he would answer to bobo.

➣➣ bobo kept watch on the earp family for some time afterward, eventually becoming waverly’s ‘imaginary friend’. around this time he decided to strike a deal with ward: bobo would make sure that the earp family remained safe but only if ward crossed the Ghost River Triangle border with him, effectively freeing bobo from the confinements of purgatory. ward agreed, but was accidentally shot during a raid on the homestead by the other revenants. the next heir was set to be willa, who was dragged away by revenants - revenants that bobo stopped in order to protect willa, who he hid away in a treehouse where the others wouldn’t find her. he watched over her as she grew, along with - unfortunately - constance clootie, whom he still needed to work with.

➣➣ unfortunately, clootie eventually erased all of willa’s memories and hid her away from bobo, in essence forcing him to work for her in order to ever see willa again, and, consequently, to be able to escape the Ghost River Triangle. it’s around this timeframe that the events of 1x01 begin to happen.

[ MORE TO COME THROUGHOUT CHARACTERIZATION DEVELOPMENT ]

#temporary biography tag #wearp spoilers #that timeline is ALL over the fucking place and i 'm sorry lmfao i didn't wanna take the time to go through and hunt for #all the specific information #but i'm gona be rewatching from the beginning soon so like. i'll fill in proper details as i come across them

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