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talaok · 1 year

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Hey.

Can you write a pedro × reader. Where they are co stars in a movie working together and they have feelings for each other. One night here there is a party in the reader's room , everyone leaves, pedro helps the reader clean up and they are kinda of drunk and so the have their first kiss?

this was such a cute idea

“Goodnight” you waved at Jacob, who replied with a drunken mumble and an even drunken smile. That one too many drinks unmistakable in his stumbled walk to the elevator.

You chuckled picturing how he was gonna show up to set tomorrow with a pounding headache.

You closed the door, the soft click of the lock disrupting the silence in the room.

"thank you for staying to help," you said, turning around just to find Pedro with a trash bag in hand, already cleaning up.

His big brown eyes lifted from the counter, finding yours, and once again, you felt your heart shimmer slightly.

He had this incredibly annoying and honestly understandable effect on you.

It wasn't all the time though, just when he touched you, or looked at you, or when he'd laugh at one of your jokes...

"of course," he smiled like it didn't make your skin suddenly feel too tight "We made a mess, I couldn't leave you alone to fix it"

You beamed thankfully and grabbed a trashbag of your own.

"so did you have fun?" you asked, as you both cleaned the kitchen.

"I did" He nodded "Well I always have fun when I'm with you"

You chuckled softly

"It's true" he insisted "You have this thing about you..."

"my foolishness?"

"no no, god no" he smiled " You're just... light"

"light?" you asked, your curiosity peaked as you stepped closer

He was smiling like he knew he was messing up all the words.

"yes, light," he repeated "refreshing, fun, warm"

"wow" you grinned "I am a lot of things it seems"

"I'm sorry" he shook his head "I don't know how to explain myself"

"I told you you didn't need that last beer" you joked, making him chuckle.

"You were probably right, as always" he chuckled, taking a quick breath "I just mean that you are... well you are pretty amazing"

"pretty amazing?" you asked, red tainting your cheeks ever so slightly.

"just amazing actually"

"you're flattering me Pedro" you bit your lip "but just so you know, you're amazing too"

And you didn't know if it was the alcohol but his cheeks seemed more crimson too.

He smiled "Trust me you’re more" he stated "and not only that, you're a lot of other things"

his mouth was moving faster than his brain could give him the signal to stop. The safe where he had hidden all the secret thoughts he had spent months having had just been jammed with a few sips too much, and he was unable to stop all from spilling.

"am I?" you asked playfully "Like what?"

His hand went to your arm, and you were certain you had both felt the electricity passing between you.

"Well you are-" he cleared his throat, stepping properly in front of you "You're very beautiful" he confessed "distractingly beautiful in fact" he kept going, as his eyes fell to your lips and yours on his.

Was this really happening? was the only thought on both of your minds.

"God knows how many times I've messed up a line because I was busy staring at you"

"Pedro-"

"or just thinking about you really" he smiled to himself before he got more serious, his eyes decisive

"you're not drunk, are you?" he asked,

"no, you?"

" Sober as a Judge," he said, mere seconds before his lips were on yours.

You felt fireworks go off in your stomach, and he felt the same in his.

He brought his hands up to your face, holding you like you were about to slip away, and yours went to his chest, his broad and firm chest that felt every bit as you had imagined.

His lips, however, felt much better. He was being so soft and gentle and you felt yourself melt onto him.

You leaned away to catch your breath and you looked at each other incredulously, no words forming in your throat.

He stoaked your cheek, his mouth tugging the happiest smile you had ever seen on a man.

"I can't believe this happened" he beamed "I've been thinking about this since you first flashed that smile at me"

You smiled

"Exactly" he kissed you again briefly "That one"

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eiirisworkshop · 1 month

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Title: Never Have I the Hell Ever Rated: M Length: ~ 1k Summary: The hotel residents play a game of Never Have I Ever. Nonsense ensues. This is set in the same continuity as A Gentlemen’s Agreement in the Small Hours but can be read standalone. Also available to read on Ao3, where Alastor's dialogue has a fun font effect!

Convincing Charlie they should play Never Have I Ever was remarkably easy. All it took was the words “honesty,” “vulnerability,” and “bonding activity” and she was on board. Vaggie had taken some more persuading—especially when it came to the drinking game aspect—but some puppydog eyes from Charlie had brought her around.

So all the the residents of the hotel had wound up arrayed around the lobby sofas, the coffee table in the midst of them cluttered with bottles and pitchers of various beverages, both alcoholic and not, along with glasses of different sorts in varying degrees of emptiness.

“Okayokayokay,” NIffty bounced excitedly in her seat, “never have I ever…” she took a dramatically deep breath, “had sex with a woman.”

Everyone reached for their drinks except for Alastor, who placidly swirled the ice in his sweet tea.

“Angel, hang on.” Charlie held up a hand to stay him in the midst of refilling his shot glass, took a gulp of her own drink, and set it down. “You’ve been drinking kind of a lot, and—”

“Yeah, cuz youse all keep goin’ with sexual shit!” Angel tossed a hand up exasperatedly. He was sitting on the floor with one leg stretched out under the table. “I’ve done all of it, so I drink. That’s how the game works.”

“Maybe we should tack a ‘for reasons other than work’ onto the end of anything sexual?” Vaggie suggested.

Angel shrugged and carried on with pouring himself a shot. “Might make a difference, but not much. Not on this one anyway.” He knocked the shot back.

“I was under the impression you were a, uh,” Pentious took a beat to find the right phrase, “flaming homosssexual?”

“Yeah, I thought you were, like, gay gay,” Niffty agreed, trying to put a half-full bottle of gin in the trashbag she was minding, only for Husk to pluck it back out of her hands.

“Sure,” Angel shrugged, “but me an’ Cherri’ve fucked cuz we were bored.” He looked around at the bemused looks he was getting. “Have none of you ever fucked somebody you weren’t actually into just for the fun of it?”

Husk shrugged. Most everyone else shook their heads. Alastor sipped his tea.

“Wild.” Angel leaned back against the front of the couch behind him and pulled Husk’s tail down over his shoulder to drape like a scarf. “Charlie, take your turn and quit worryin’ about me.”

“Right, um.” Charlie tapped her fingers against her chin. “Never have I ever, uhhh, eaten people?”

Alastor traded his tea for the sazerac sitting on the end table next to him.

Angel raised a finger with a question.

“Like, as food,” Charlie clarified.

“Do bugs count as people?” Nifty asked.

Alastor grinned into his drink. “Could the bugs talk?”

“Some of them!” Nifty said brightly.

“Then yes.”

“Okay!” Giggling, she downed the drink Angel had made her the previous round, which had approximately two drops of chambord in it and no other booze.

Vaggie pointedly did not look at either Niffty or Alastor and cleared her throat. “Anyway…never have I ever died.”

Everyone else but Charlie drank.

“That’s just low,” Husk said, rescuing a different half-full bottle from Niffty. “Niff—you gotta wait til the bottle is empty, okay?”

“Okay!”

“Is it my turn?” Pentious asked.

“Yes,” Vaggie said, running her fingers through her bangs frustratedly. “You go after me every round.”

“Letsssee here….” Pentious considered. “Never have I ever worn high-heeled shoes.”

Everyone else drank. Angel did a double take at Husk. “Wait—when?”

Husk sighed. “I didn’t manage to kick it before disco happened,” he grumbled. “Got talked into some fashion choices I don’t care to repeat.”

“I can be very persuasive,” Angel purred, chin propped on the interlaced fingers of two hands.

Husk fwapped him lightly in the face with the end of his tail. “Take your turn, you lech.”

Angel snickered, batting Husk’s tail away. “Never have I ever owned anyone else’s soul.”

With a roll of his eyes, Husk took a drink. Alastor finished off his sazerac and plucked the absinthe from the jumble on the table to fix himself another one. Husk topped off his own drink with the dregs of a bottle, which he then handed to Niffty who stuffed it into her trash bag with a delighted giggle.

Husk settled back against the arm of the couch. “Never have I ever,” he hummed then shrugged, “kept my hair long enough to tie back.”

All of the women drank.

Pentious noted, “I don’t even have hair.”

Angel frowned, experimentally pulled his fringe into a topknot, sighed, and stole a sip of Husk’s drink.

“You have your own!” Husk chided, stealing his glass back.

“Alastor,” Charlie said slowly, “I think your hair is long enough to tie up—it’s not much shorter than Niffty’s.”

Alastor cocked his head curiously. “I’ve never tried it.”

“If you let me have a go, I’ll let you torture me later,” Angel offered.

“Angel!” Charlie, Vaggie, and Husk all exclaimed at once—aghast, stern, and irritated respectively.

“What?” Angel gestured vaguely. “I wanna see, and it’s not like he’s gonna let anybody touch his hair if he doesn’t get somethin’ out’f it.”

“I would not,” Alastor confirmed.

“Besides, it’s cool,” Angel shot Husk in particular a look. “I’m into that shit.” He turned back to Alastor. “So, whatcha say, red?”

Alastor considered, tapping his fingers on his glass, then shrugged. “Sounds like a good deal to me.”

“No, nope.” Angel shook his head. “Not a deal—I’m still not that stupid, deerheart.”

Alastor’s grin widened with genuine mirth. “I had to try.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Angel pulled himself to his feet, arms crossed and hands on his hips. “But we agree, yeah? I get to try an’ tie your hair up; later you get to tie me up. Same rules as last time.”

“Last time?” Charlie asked, and was ignored.

“We agree,” Alastor said seriously.

“Great.” Angel skirted his way around the table. “Anybody got hair ties?””

Alastor conjured a palm full.

“That is convenient as shit,” Angel said appreciatively. He snagged a couple, stepped around to the back of Alastor’s chair, and set about finger combing Alastor’s hair into a pair of tiny, spunky little pigtails. “There we have it, your hair is long enough.”

“Oh no, he’s cute,” Charlie squeaked under her breath as Alastor dutifully sipped his drink and Angel draped himself over the opposite end of Husk’s sofa.

Alastor set his cup down with a solid thunk of glass on wood that made the ice in his half-abandoned tea shift and clink. “Never have I ever voluntarily had sex for any reason.”

The rest of the residents reached for their drinks with eye rolls, groans, giggles, and a single, “Oh, fuck you.”

Alastor chuckled and picked up his tea. “No thank you.”

#eiiri made this #fanfic #hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #never have i ever #hazbin hotel fanfiction #aroace alastor

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bomberqueen17 · 6 months

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my personal hell

LOL ok so. I've been in buffalo for a week now. And i bought a car, which wasn't nothing. But I've had like. a small to-do list. We had every window in the house replaced (except for one, hilariously, which will remain as a testament to the original state of the house; it was enclosed by a three-season porch and so is a window from an interior room to an, effectively, seasonally, interior room, so we opted not to change it. we do open it in the summer. the cat loves it.) so all of the furniture was stacked against interior walls and, the house being from 1950 and having plaster walls, everything was covered in a fine layer of plaster dust. so i was gonna clean up and then put the furniture back. Simple, right? Dust things, shove things. No problem.

But like. there were shelves from the bathroom stacked in the office and I realized the contents of the shelves were untouched dusty things we'd forgotten about, so I took everything off those shelves first. Had to get those sorted, and back into the bathroom, before we could rearrange the office furniture, yeah? So I sat down Saturday morning to start on that, so we could rearrange the office furniture in the afternoon.

uh it's Wednesday my dudes, and I'm still working on that. It turns out there were depths of despair there and in the linen closet, things untouched for a decade, silted-in. I found jewelry I took off while traveling in 2012 and left in the travel toiletries organizer, and then have spent a decade looking for and pining after and trying unsuccessfully to replace. I found a very sentimental ring in a ziploc baggie in a box, lost for at least nine years. I found countless cosmetics and toiletries that dated back as far as 1998. (I haven't quite thown out that lipstick I used to wear clubbing and for sloppy lesbian makeouts in bathrooms in Edinburgh. It's no good anymore and it has to go, but. Oh man. That was this lifetime and that was me. Really???? I never did figure out how to wear lipstick without it looking really stupid after the first drink/kiss etc, I don't think there's actually a trick I just think everyone else is more patient with reapplications than my ronald mcdonald ass.)

I went out yesterday, big outing in my new car, and bought new storage bins, hopefully to corral and sort things. But it turns out my personal brain holes are myriad and vast and deep when it comes specifically to sorting and categorizing items. It's tiny decisions I simply lack the capacity to make. Every single item I pull out and try to sort into a pile and I wind up with not discrete piles of categories, but rather a single flat layer across the entire surface, with each object in its own pile because I do not know how to sort it.

And I know what happens if I sort things into a cute storage basket: it will sit there, untouched, until some calamity makes me haul the entire thing out and upend it.

So, I don't really know what to do, and I have achieved nothing else of note in the last four days. I have made an unholy mess of the office, where the furniture is still stacked, unusable, against the non-window wall, and now the floor is covered in shit. I've hauled out two big trashbags (ok, one big and one small trashbag) of things that are unequivocally expired and unusable, things I well-meaningly filed in the memory hole in 2012 or so when I bought that shelf and then never touched again, things I've just learned to do without, forgetting I owned them.

So anyway I'll probably die here, RIP.

But at least I got to use the nifty cargo net that came with my new car to hold the overpriced clear plastic storage bins I bought at TJ Maxx in place in the trunk of my beautiful new car, so that's now going to get filed and never used again but at least I used it once. It's so fancy! Bye.

#about the author #neurodivergence probably #adhd problems #i saw that post about dyscalculia actually being a memory deficit and oh i felt that #i can't remember a category long enough to put a second thing in #hell #pure hell

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nalayaktha · 11 months

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Welcome trashbags to today's episode of

Trash Media

A series where the titualar host: bin (where trash is and cones out of), rants and goes off about manga and anime or any other peice of media that has been forgotten, not talked about enough, or generally caught their fancy and strong emotions that they don't want people on insta to know. Hope you enjoy your stay

Today's episode being

Shiori experience Jimi na Watashi to Hen na Ojisan

Shiori experience has a wacky premise with the spirit if jimi Hendrix possesing our titular character shiori's body. Its weird all right but everything about this plot, characters and even action drama oozes with love.

Its clear this manga was made by folks who love rock music. They perfectly capture the experience of putting your soul into an instrument. The experience of creating a band. The experience of trying to fit in and feeling left out. The experience of being at a rock concert and feeling your heart shake in your body due to the intesity and loudness of the music seeping through your ears and soles of feel that vibrate due to the music.

The characters have so much heart to them. Not one of them doesn't havea motive or motivation or flaw. The main characters get so much character development just joining the band.

The art is absolutely stunning. Its gritty but with a good understanding of anatomy. The large spreads are worthy of being hung in a room.

While the official releases are slow its worth it. Everytime there's a new chapter i end up reading the entire stiry again just to experience it again.

The plot seems weird but its worth seeing through. A classic underdog story with an unconventional protagonist and a ragtag band.

#shiori experience #manga #trash media

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augustheart · 5 months

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can you rate comic hawkperson wings. or just the golden age ones that look like a trashbag taped to their back

i can, however because i am not a hawks expert and there are so many different artists i will be ranking an assortment of the ones that are on the dc wiki page's gallery. please forgive me if i mix up some carters and katars and so on. i am also not including the mechanical wings of shayera thal and rebirth kendra saunders, this is for feathered wings only.

very, extremely long post under the cut.

this carter's wings are a solid 7/10. off to a good start. there's clear delineation between the primaries and secondaries and the primary and secondary coverts. the size of them is a plus because they're so big they don't fit in the image. i like how low down they go on his back.

this carter's wings are a 2/10. you can't just make a shape. that's not what wings look like. why are all the feathers the same length. why are they attached with such small points of contact. why is there no humerus. what is going on.

this carter's wings are a 6/10. i don't understand how they're attached to his body and this is another Missing Humerus Incident but i like the way they curve and there's some properly differently-lengthed feathers going on. bonus for dawnstar's in the back also looking pretty off.

this carter's (?) wings are a 1/10. what the fuck is going on. i know you guys had birds in the golden age. go outside and look at them. to make no mention of his ass?? what is Fucking happening

this carter and kendra's wing set is a 3/10. we've got a combo here. i've always really disliked this cover because of the wings. carter's aren't too bad? we have the barest suggestion of a humerus and they're decently long. but they're way too thin and crescent-shaped. kendra's are abysmal. or should i say kendra's single wing is abysmal because i don't know what happened to her other one. why is it so thin! is that feather on top supposed to be the alula? what is happening?

this carter and kendra's wing set is a 9/10. alex ross, while i don't care for his interiors much, is a very technically Good artist and he obviously knows what wings look like. these ones actually have humeri and look fully feathered with different feather lengths. the size of them is also great.

this carter's (?) wings are a 1/10. I Know You Had Birds In The Golden Age. Go Outside And Look At Them x2

this carter's wings are a 1/10. they are going to make me the joker. where the BONES. what is happening with the feathers. why are they so small and skinny. kendra's one visible wing is really bad too but carter's are atrocious. do not pass go.

this katar's wings are a 1/10. liefeld appears to have invented several new bones to go in wings that make them bumpy and ropey and has decided that feathers can be accurately represented with haphazard squiggles. nothing here is right.

this katar's wings are a 7/10. i think we're doing well here! the feathers don't have much detail but that's alright and it's enough that we can see the primaries are long and trailing. we have a humerus and i love the way they're tented over his head. it reminds me of a juvenile hawk trying to look bigger.

this sheira's wings are a 8/10. i like them! another Case Of The Missing Humerous (there appears to have been an attempt made at one way too close to the bend of the wrist) but the feathers are fairly accurate and i appreciate the way they bend. i think the more dynamic wing pose helps sell this as a better looking wing.

this shayera's wings are a 4/10. they're suffering from the same stiffness that would later be applied to dcau shayera's due to the limitations of the style, but i do like the sleek look. we have a very floppy radius and ulna though.

this kendra's wings are a solid 4/10. i love the feathers, i love the subtle color differences between the coverts and the primaries and secondaries, but the bones are just a suggestion. i do think the dynamic pose hides some of the bonelessness though.

this kendra's wings are a 1/10. they are actually going to make me lose my mind. that's not how perspective works. what is going on here.

this kendra's wings are a 3/10. we are once again suffering from "feathers that are all the same length" syndrome, and they're super floppy. this is where they get the boneless chicken wings at wingstop from.

controversial take but this kendra's wings are a 7/10. extremely large, clearly have all the right bones, i even see an alula. i like that it looks like she's mantling on prey in a defensive posture. rare rags morales kendra W.

this kendra's wings are a 2/10. i know these are likely supposed to be her more mechanical ones (which i said i wouldn't do up top) so real world wings rules don't really apply, but What the Fuck is happening at the base of them. it's like the artist realized they fucked up part of the way through and had to scramble to make it look normal and failed. not even the alula can save it.

this kendra's wings are a 6/10. why are they so skinny and then suddenly so wide? who is going to solve the Case Of The Humeri now that the thief has struck again? many questions. however, i do like the layering of the feathers and those nice long primaries. the ingredients are there to make these wings good, they're just a bit off.

bonus:

this kendra's wings are a 9/10! the only thing is their size; they should be much larger. however there's that nice layering i've been repeatedly praising between the primaries and secondaries and their coverts, there does seem to be a humerus in each wing in the other angles we get of it, and they even made her tertials fluffy with chick down. i just don't know where they're supposed to be attached to her back. in most of the panels they're kind of... mysteriously floating behind her. oh well. nothing is perfect.

#hawkman #hawkgirl #this is making me want to rank hootie and charlie illustrations #one thing i was doing the other day while reading comics #was turning my computer around and showing my partner whenever there was a new fucked up charlie drawing #since they are an amazing artist and do both digital and physical paintings of birds #they kept going through the five stages of grief #long post #jaclynhyde

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ethicstownpod · 1 year

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For my standard elevator pitch of 'three things your show is kinda like' I always use Welcome to Night Vale, Wolf 359, and The Good Place. But this isn't an elevator pitch, so now I can explain why!

Welcome to Night Vale is fairly self-explanatory. It's a weird small town! Gotta love a weird small town! I was so captivated by the concept of a radio show for a place that doesn't really exist when I was 13. A lot of people have done it since - and very well! - but I've listened to Night Vale for almost a decade now and it'll always be the first podcast I truly loved.

Unlike Cecil, January has no love for his strange little town. He's anxious and on edge all the time, and despite having lived there his whole life he's only now starting to realise how messed up everything is. He also makes it very clear he's not a radio boy. This is an emergency, so he supposes, if he has to, he can talk for half an hour.

The things that happen in town also aren't fun, weird creatures or time warps or substances. They're political malpractice, murder, and deceit. The overarching theme of the show is 'people are good', but episode by episode? People are downright evil!

And from that you can clearly see how The Good Place comes into it! Town where horrible things happen, and everyone's concerned with ethics? Not a trashbag main character (January is my most special boy), but a trashbag mayor. And while there's no 'big romance' in any season of the show, I think in s3 you'll understand what I mean by 'soulmates.'

Wolf 359 is the one that always throws people for a loop a little. We're not a sci-fi, or a space show, the show's not set in the future, and whilst it's technically a series of 'reports' they're very different kinds of reports than the ones Doug's giving.

For me, it's about the levels of paranoia w359 builds. It's about how isolated they are up there; the complicated and co-dependent character relationships that develop. The slow build of the plot. If you enjoyed Doug and Hera's relationship then I really think I have something for you here.

That's about as in-depth I've ever gotten on show-themes! Maybe you'll like, maybe you won't, who knows yet! But I know you'll love Rhys. I know you'll love Liz. I know every single actor who it looks like is playing an ensemble role but actually has secrets will be incredible. And the sound design might just blow your darned mind. But that's all I know right now.

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #the good place #tgp #wolf 359 #w359 #podcast #ethics town

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blvckqwz · 1 year

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Alone Again

TW Blood

(based on 4x08 “Too Far Gone” and 4x09 "After")

The sound of bullets and screams still filled the air from the woods Carl was crossing, panting as he ran and often tripping over some roots or rocks. His eyes were glossy and his knees and hands were bruised as he got up and started running again, the wind almost blowing his hat off.

He couldn’t stop, everytime he did their shouts kept replaying in his head as the walkers separated him from his family. Every step he took made the distance between him and his group more painfully increasing, almost making Carl lose his mind. But he couldn’t, he had to find them, no matter what.

Daylight was starting to clear the sky above him, making his journey easier. For now, no walkers were seen, but he had to be ready for any possibility, he said to himself as he grabbed the gun his father gave him during the attack of the night before. He knew how to shoot, he would be okay, he kept repeating, he would find his family.

He was so focussed talking to himself that he didn’t even notice the wood became a clearing, which led to a village. The streets were covered in dust and garbage laid on the sides of them. The houses that once were clean white now looked old and ruined, the paint coming off and leaving the walls naked. The only thing that probably hasn’t changed in all the years were the few trees that stood between that mess, looking strong and oddly reassuring.

Carl didn’t know if being in a city was a good thing or not, but there was one thing the city was full of: food. And his stomach was starting to rebel against him, making him crave for anything edible. The city looked empty anyway, so there probably weren't any walkers or humans there. He quickly wandered around the streets, checking for anything that resembled a can or any food in general. He found none.

So, with his stomach still empty, he exited another house, nothing useful there. He decided to try looking on another street, but what he found next made him freeze in horror. In the middle of the road stood three bodies lying dead, a pool of blood around each of the heads. Did they get bitten, or did they get killed? Carl wondered as he got closer. Both answers made him nervous and suddenly not hungry anymore. He quickly looked around, not noticing anyone near him other than the corpses. Maybe whatever attacked those people ran away, but he doubted it since the blood was still fresh, the bright red staring back at him. He studied the corpses, noticing that they all seemed to be all around his age, making him a little sad.

The sound of a bunch of trashbags getting kicked suddenly snapped him out of his thoughts, noticing a horde of walkers coming towards him from the opposite direction. “Shit shit shit.” He hissed as he quickly got up, leaving the bodies where they were and running away. But he didn’t know where to go, and the walkers were too many to kill. He started to panic when he noticed a house he didn’t check for food before. Maybe he could hide in there until the horde walked away, he said to himself as he crossed the street.

Both the door and the windows were shutted from the inside, making it impossible for Carl to get inside. But why were they locked? He started furiously knocking on the door, begging for whoever was inside to let him in as the horde advanced. Normally he wouldn’t trust strangers, it’s a rule he knew even before the apocalypse started, but it was a life or death situation, so he didn’t have much choice.

“Please, open the door!” He kept yelling, his knuckles hurting from the excessive knocking. Just when he was about to give up and accept his fate, a small voice replied from the other side of the door, “Identify yourself.”

Carl froze for a moment before starting to speak again, “I… My name is Carl, please help me. There are walkers out here and if I don’t hide they’ll get me!” He said, his eyes frantically checking the horde that was getting closer and closer.

The door suddenly opened, making him trip on the floor from the surprise. In front of him stood a girl with a gun in her hand, staring at Carl with diffident eyes. The girl suddenly grabbed him and shoved him inside the house before closing the door and pointing the gun directly to his head, making Carl take a few steps behind him and nervously swallow.

“Were you bitten?” She asked, her voice firm. But the hand that held the gun was nervously shaking, revealing her fear. “No, I swear.” He quickly replied before advancing towards her, a hand on his forehead, “You can check if you want.” He said as he removed his hand from his face and shoved it in his pocket. The girl cautiously pressed her hand on his forehead, checking the temperature for a few seconds before lowering the gun.

Her brown hair was gathered in a messy ponytail, a few shorter strands falling out and framing her small face. A few scars, both old and new, peppered her skin, now covered in dirt. But her eyes were what caught Carl’s attention. They were a deep blue color, almost black, but he was sure that it was probably due to the bad lighting the house had. They still perfectly captured the few light that filtered through the barred windows, glowing in the dark.

“Why were you out here?” She asked as she took a few steps back, her features cold as stone.

“I was looking for food.” He said before nervously shifting on his feets as his stomach complained.

“Food?” She echoed, a questioning look on his face, “There isn’t food here.”

“Yeah, I now gather that.” He replied with a small cruckle. His face then became serious before speaking again, “What happened to those people in the street?”

The girl took a few steps back “None of your business?” She spat before heading towards one of the barred windows in the living room. “Great, now we are surrounded, thanks genius.” She stated, nervously checking the walkers roaming around the house.

“Did you kill them? Because I’d really appreciate it if you weren’t a killer.” Carl insisted, growing more and more impatient. The girl just rolled her eyes before replying “Killer or not we’re stuck here together, so get over it.”

Carl sighed, closing his eyes as he rested his back on the door. How long were they supposed to stay there? He asked to himself, nervously fidgeting with the helm of his flannel. He didn’t have time to lose, his sister and his dad could be dead by now, he had to find out where they were and if they were fine. He slowly picked his hat from his head and placed it on his eyes, darkness surrounding him and helping him to think better. The last thing he remembered was hearing footsteps coming towards him, then he fell asleep and everything was finally quiet again.

What an idiot She thought to herself as she eyed the boy sleeping in the middle of the living room, his cowboy hat pulled down over his eyes. And what an idiotic hat.

She wondered where he came from, why he was running alone in the middle of the road. His clothes were covered in blood and dirt just like his skin and hair, and his jeans were ripped right below his knees, showing red bruises, probably earned by a rought fall.

Why among all the people on this Earth he had to find her? Like she could afford another burden… But maybe it was a good thing, she thought, since now she was alone again. Her mind raced back to the corpses lying cold on the asphalt, probably getting devoured by some undeads. Just the thought made her cringe, fighting back a tear that was dangerously collecting in the corner of her eyes as she got up from the uncomfortable sofa. She had to get out as soon as she could and not look back once if she wanted to find them.

Her eyes fell again on the sleeping figure in front of her, softening as she noticed how calm he looked as he slept, almost like nothing happened. Her stomach suddenly rumbled, making her snap from her thoughts. She hadn’t eaten anything proper in days, just some small bird, and she desperately needed a shower and new clothes. She glanced one last time at the window before heading upstairs where the bedrooms were.

She definitely had time before the area around the house was cleaned, she thought.

The smell of beans woke Carl up, his mouth already watering. He quickly sat up, noticing a can of still relatively hot beans placed next to him. He looked around, searching for the mysterious girl, but she was nowhere to be found. Maybe she left, Carl thought. If she did then it would be a shame, he thought, he could use some company. Just as he thought so, the kitchen room flew open, revealing the girl with a backpack full of canned food in one hand and a can of beans in the other.

“I was starting to think you left.” Carl said with a small smile, a little relieved she didn’t.

“Without eating first? No way.” She responded as she sat down in front of him. Her hair was now falling flat on her shoulders, barely reaching them, and she was wearing clean clothes. The only thing that remained the same were the cobalt eyes, piercing him as she talked.

“I never asked your name.” Carl spoke as he finished his beans. “Why would I tell you my name?” She asked, a brow raised in confusion. Carl shrugged “You know mine.”

The girl stayed quiet and cautionally studied him before replying.

“Isabelle.” She murmured.

“What?” Carl asked.

“My name. Isabelle.”

Now it was his turn to study her. Yes, she did look like Isabelle, he decided before smiling. “Nice to meet you Isabelle, I’m Carl.”

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#carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #the walking dead #twd fanfiction #twd #twd x reader #carl grimes x oc #dixon!oc #fanfic

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Comprehensive 2022-Present Alida Morberg Behavior Timeline

January 2022 - Alida spends a whole week celebrating her birthday. It starts at Villa Morberg in Bequia amidst theories that her and Bill have possibly broken up. This is when she posts the nudes of Oona on her IG (Liza does as well). In this time she also posts the two sex game videos. Bill in no way acknowledges her birthday like he has done previous years.

February 2022 - Bill doesn't acknowledge Valentines day with Alida either more rumors circulate about Bill possibly having an affair with a producer on the set of Boy Kills World. Alida travels to South Africa dragging Oona along with her. No proof she ever saw Bill or got on set. The video of Bill and approaching that Producer in a familiar way while Alida comes in from the side appears as they go on a Safari together for some wrap party celebration thing.

March 2022 - Alida crashes The Northman premiere, not clear if she was invited or she just showed up to get her photos taken wearing that crazy Kimono outfit.

May 2022 - Alida attends the Elle Galan looking straight up orange with that weird zebra onsie and the three braids in her hair. Bill does not attend with her. At the Clark premiere, Bill looks like a sweaty nervous wreck almost the whole night. Alida appears to have a weird side lump under her dress that looks like a tumor. Rumors circulate she's pregnant.

June 2022 - Alida appears at Semra's bridal parties with some kind of belly, speculation continues that she's pregnant. The infamous IG comment on her "Friend's" pregnancy post that she is also 6 months pregnant surfaces and gains attention.

July 2022 - Molly has her baby shower where Alida appears to give her all of Oona's old clothes from a trashbag in a photo taken at the party and posted to IG stories. Alida does not look 6 months pregnant in any of the photos. Alida likes a post about a pregnant woman getting a full body scan for whatever reason on Ingelaviolamakeup's IG account. She likes one other post about herself getting a face scan at the same company for undisclosed reasons. This is also the month with the "fan selfie" in Prague that happened under high suspicious circumstances that still haven't been explained.

August 2022 - Alida makes her giant pink debut bragging about how pregnant she is with her belly and ass looking super padded as the day before at a different event she was tiny with almost no bump at all. Though this event was supposed to be to promote The North Sea Connection, Alida spends every second of every interview bragging about being pregnant and also speaking on Bill's behalf about how excited he is. Bill, at that point, has made no statement himself. Alida later appears at the NK Galan and is also drinking causing backlash and producing a lame statement about how she doesn't drink while pregnant in poorly written English. Her bump seems to collapse when she sits down/leans forward.

September 2022 - Alida appears awkwardly at the Backstage Hotel party run by Eija. A video of her "dancing" and rubbing her belly against her friend's appears. So do the hostage looking photos of her standing with Eija and then with Bill who barely seems to want to touch her despite not having been around her for awhile as he was filming in Prague. Ingelaviolamakeup posts photos of a fake pregnancy belly that she is working on in her SFX shop. In the comments she confirms it is a belly meant to be 8 months pregnant and it is finished on the exact same day Alida needs to be at the premiere with Bill for Burn All My Letters. The premiere shows odd behavior with Alida's arm uncontrollably twitching she appears to leave moments after she gets her miserable photos with Bill on the red carpet.

October 2022 - The staged surprise shower for Alida happens. It's very obviously staged for several reasons including the fact that you can see Alida check to make sure people are in the room and also she comes in from a side area not the front door. Even if that weren't the case she's the worst actress ever so it's kind of obvious. Only days before this shower she appeared in a photo with Semra with no baby bump at all and suddenly she's super inflated and pregnant. Somewhere in this time Alida leaks on her Pinterest account that she's decorating a house in South Africa.

November 2022-December 2022: Alida does two interviews about how she's a "private person" where she also includes very personal details about her life, where she is on Holiday (which I'm sure wasn't supposed to be public) and appears in a Zoom interview using Bill's zoom account. She brags about having a Nanny, becoming an international actress, makes claims that she has "Several projects" in the upcoming year (none of that has seemed to happen for her at all) and then goes silent. There's a photo leak of her, Bill, and Oona in a cafe in SA, seems to be intentional. The poster took screenshots from a video she took of them but won't post the video. No reason given. A few videos surface of Molly and Dajana at the SA house. The rest of Alida's family stays in Sweden for the holidays including Per. There is no birth announcement when the baby is born but due date is suspected to be around November 15th if she was actually telling the truth about being the same amount of pregnant as her friend. No way to know with how her bump magically vanished and inflated when she needed to appear pregnant.

January 2023 - Alida's friends do the usual tagging her in crap on IG so she can repost it for her birthday but she looks to be alone for it, mostly, spending time by herself at a spa. Alida posts a photo which IG wrongly translates to saying "My husband" which was probably done on purpose to fuel the rumors certain people have already started that Alida and Bill are secretly married. They aren't married and in this entire year have not gotten married. Alida goes silent again for a long time.

March 2022 - Alida returns to Sweden and brags about getting some gifts from one of the brands she pretends to be an influencer for but really isn't (probably arranged by Semra her PR agent...I mean "friend") Bill is nowhere to be seen in this time, partially because of filming Nosferatu and partially because he probably doesn't want to be around her. Alida posts an IG story to pretend like she's in Prague with Bill but more than likely is not and never actually proves anything beyond that (or if she even took the photo herself)

April 2022 - Alida shows up by herself to photobomb Valter and Gustaf at the Grona Lund amusement park opening which historically she went to with Bill. Seems like she didn't bother to bring either kid and I'm sure if Bill was there with her he'd have been photographed at least once. The video of the photobomb wasn't posted anywhere super official and the photograph that was being taken was not posted by Grona Lund so clearly they didn't want Alida in it which proves that she photobombed it. Valter doesn't appear very happy about it either. Alida starts to leak photos of Minou with emojis over her face or just the back of her head but it's pretty clear she's taking this kid everywhere she can to try to get her photographed and seen by anyone who might be important.

May 2022 - The "Drunken Baby Dance" video "accidentally" leaks onto a TikTok account gaining massive exposure rather quickly. Debates on what is happening in this video continue to this day but a good majority of people do not think Alida's behavior is very normal in that video.

August 2022 - Alida incentives a tabloid to publish and article about her daughter's full name Minou Inese Morberg Skarsgard. Most of the article is recycled content with Oona's name initially being misspelled. Alida appears with a new and super weird haircut at a party that she doesn't seem to be actively a part of as much as she's just there, no one seems to be interacting with her much. End of August Alida shows up at Fares Fares premiere with Bill looking equally as miserable as him. People around her look awkward as well. Days later Alida posts a story about how they had a fun time but were "tired" with no further explanation.

==As of this post there have been no further updates from Alida's account or in the media that is known if I missed anything feel free to tell me and I'll add it to the timeline=

[If you have any thoughts on this behavior or what any of it could mean, theories, whatever, feel free to share. Hate will be trashed]

#alida morberg #bill skarsgård #timeline #just saying

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trashbaghaircuts · 5 months

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#trashbaghaircuts #trashbaghaircut #grouphaircut #military haircut #military #getting buzzcuts #buzzcut #buzzcuts #blacktrashbags #blacktrashbag #clear trashbag #cleartrashbag #clearplastic

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flockofdoves · 8 months

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the good news is that apparently me and my gf are now in the clear to donate/sell/throw out whatever of my roommates stuff and that the property manager and another person came yesterday with a pick up truck to take away some of her disgusting furniture to the dump and will come back another day to pick up more of it. and he said once her room is clean they can bring an ozone thing into her room on a day when we're out to clear up all the cigarette smell clinging to the room

the bad news is that me and my gf are still having to clean up all her room and its such a nightmare bc for every trashbag we fill theres another food container full of live maggots we find and theres just such an absurd amount of trashbags in front of our residential trash pickup garbage bin and i just do not think we have the resources or ability or time to fully clean this room without this nightmare dragging on forever while i'm also so fucking busy with work and school right now

i emailed him asking about the potential for professional cleaning and havent gotten a response bc its the weekend so maybe this will change but im just so so overwhelmed and sad about how long this has all dragged out in various forms. its clear theres an ending now but i just wish it had been ages ago and its still not clear when that will be or how ill have the capacity to manage that while succeeding in all my other responsibilities rn

#cpost

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bonefall · 1 year

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reedwhisker's terrible trashbag mentor could be heavystep? provided the age works. he's mentored by blackclaw,reedwhisker's dad and snarls at feathertail for protecting ferncloud,saying,"You're no warrior. You're surely no warrior of RiverClan! Leopardstar is going to hear about this." he's also shadepelt--stonefur's apprentice--brother.

+ Second ask that reads,

additional heavystep information as i reread the darkest hour: he sits in the clearing near the Bonehill during a Tigerclan meeting,and is one of the few Riverclan warriors present which is REALLY interesting

"And it's looking like Skyheart has it, she's got all the makings of a terrible trashbag mentor-- OH MY GOD IT'S HEAVYSTEP WITH THE STEEL CHAIR"

I could easily push up Heavy's age to make him viable, or even point it out like it was Leopardstar intentionally picking a young mentor who would be hard on Reedpaw and disrespecting ThunderClan's recent amendment to prevent warriors under 2 years old from taking apprentices.

He could also get swapped with Shade as Stonefur's apprentice. It's a pretty chilling idea to think that he attended the execution of his own mentor.

#Heavystep #Reedwhisker #Bonefall Rewrite

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traumatised-confused-individual · 2 years

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KIT CONNOR ONE SHOT.

no warnings just pure fluff and little bit of enemies to lovers trope.

Summary: Kit is the popular school boy and you don't like him very much until well you both find yourselves in a bathroom together.

There he stands, leaning against the locker, his hands in his pockets and laughing on the top of his lungs. He acts as if he owns this school just because he's popular and has nice ginger hair along with the lightest brown eyes ever. Kit Connor. I've known him for two years now, it annoys me to be around him even though he may be very pretty. Everything with him is a competition. He's the second in his class, he doesn't believe that since im the first. I think my presence annoys him as much as his annoys me.

"Hey think fast!"

Cole, one of his friends says as he throws a football at me. I can think fast because I was mostly really just observing them. I move aside and the ball hits my locker. I pick it up before he has a chance to.

"Give it back."

He tries to order me, as if he can. I take the most sharp thing I could find in my bag (you're not allowed to keep knives that would've been much easier) and puncture their ball. I throw it back at him.

"There much better." I smile and start walking to class.

"Oi what's your problem?" He calls out to me. I ignore obviously, trashbags like him and his gang don't deserve much attention anyways.

"Y/n are you going to the party tonight?" Dee asks me. She's my bestfriend and she's also a huge party animal.

"What party?"

"The one at Cole's." I look at her.

"I don't think he'll let me in. I pissed him off before coming to class." She chuckles as if she already knew this would happen.

"I'll sneak you in. Pick up at 8 okay?" She goes back to her work.

"Fine."

I really don't feel like going. The thought of kit and his friends just irritates me. Couldn't they have been nicer. I mean im sure I'd be friends with him if he wasn't the "Im the king and you're all my subjects" type. He used to be nice maybe, atleast from what I've heard. I dress in a skirt, tights covering my legs. A tucked in nirvana t-shirt and my black boots. I liked to be seen as edgy and scary outside of school, in uniform I'm just another prey waiting to be eaten. I leave my hair half open and put the smallest amount of make-up on my face.

"Y/n! Dee is here." Mom shouts on the top of her lungs as if I couldn't hear her.

"Coming!" I rush down the stairs and stand next to Dee, while my mother instructs us on the conditions.

"Yes mom got it. Be back soon. Bye." I take Dee by her hand dragging her out of the house.

She wore the sluttiest ourfit ever, classic Dee. She's never ever worn a shirt to a party, it's always got to be a dress or nothing at all.

"Do I look okay?" She asks as we stand outside of Cole's house. I squint my eyes at her, she's trying to impress someone or she'd never have asked.

"Who is it?" She rolls her eyes and gives me a big smile.

"Just a guy." She shrugs and starts moving.

"Yeah no shit sherlock. What guy?"

She just shrugs and doesn't answer me. The house is extremely loud with music and everyone is mostly drunk and tripping over one another or just casually making out or fighting. Which is the plus point of any party a good ol fight.

"What are you doing here?" Ah cole, ofcourse it's him. Why wouldn't it be?"

"It was an open for all. Why are you here? I squint my eyes at him.

"It's my party and you're not invited."

"Too bad love, Im already here." I pat his chest and move away from him, disappearing as fast as I can. I go to the bathroom and shut the door behind me,exhaling as loud as possible.

"Um." Someone clears their throat, which makes me jump a little. I turn around to see none other than our beloved Kit connor.

"Jeez. Did you have to be that silent?" I put my hand on my chest while he just smiles. He does have an adorable smile (we're getting carried away).

"Sorry, didn't think anyone else would be joining me in here." He says as he leans back. I scoff at him.

"Wasn't planning on it." I sit near the door. As much as he irritates me, I really do need to be away from Cole.

"Why are you here?" He asks.

"Why are You here?" I retort asking him the same question he asked me.

"I asked first." He smokes his e-cigarette.

"I asked second." I look at him, paying attention this time. He wore a black t-shirt, his sunglasses hanging from the middle. He has a small necklace, which is hidden by his shirt.

"I still asked first." He says which makes me snap back and not stare at him.

"I still don't care." This makes him laugh. Its not a mean laugh. Its a genuine laugh.

"What's so funny?" I poke him with my foot.

"You haven't changed a single bit." He looks at me right in the eyes. His gaze almost makes me blush.

"Why would I? I'm one of a kind." I smile.

"That's true." He blurts out the words and I could tell he did. "I mean you're annoying and weird. One of a kind."

"Sure whatever you say. You've changed though or maybe you're just the same."

He stands and then slumps down next to me."What do you mean?"

"What's with all the "I'm popular so Im the king" bullshit." I fold my arms.

"Is it bullshit?" He asks.

"Yes. I don't really like you like that."

"Ah so you liked me before." He smirks, cocky bastard.

"No. You were just a bit better, now you're insufferable." Should I be saying this to him? Does it really matter if I am?

"You remember that field trip they took us on?" He tilts his head towards me.

"We got lost, it took them four hours to find us." I smile at the thought, it was the only time Kit had been nice to me or had been his true self.

"We bought a bunch of junk because we were hungry, kitkats to be precise since you loves those and those necklaces." I turn my head to him.

"Yeah,that was possibly the best day of my life." I reach in my pocket and take out the necklace we bought. "I kept it." I hold it out in my hand.

"So did I." He pulls it out from underneath his shirt. "That day I decided I really wanted to be your friend."

I smile a bit sadly and put the necklace back in my pocket "I would've liked it if you actually did." I look at him again, his gaze lingers on mine and then moves to my lips as if he's studying them. What is going on? A little closer and we'd be kissing. Do i want that?

"Well I got curfew so i guess I'll see ya." I stand up.

"Yep." He replies and I'm out the door trying to escape him now. What am I doing? Where is Dee? Ah there she is getting cozy with the lad she liked. I guess I'll have to walk home. I walk out in the garden before Cole can catch me or any of his friends. I can hear distant shouting of my name and I choose to ignore it until it gets closer. I turn around.

"Y/n!" Kit, its Kit running towards me for some reason. He stops and catches his breath. Then steps super close to me, there's no space between us at all.

"What are you-" his lips meet mine before i could even finish my sentence. It takes me by surprise but I give in. I don't really know why but I do. His lips feel soft against mine and his hands snake around my waist pulling me close to him. His breathing is soft , I'm not so sure about mine. I'm probably hyperventilating. He let's go slowly, keeping his eyes on mine. Kit just kissed me. The person I probably hate and the person who probably hates me just kissed me.

"Well I- .. wasn't expecting that today." I say and he puts his hands in his pockets, smiling at me with that dorky smile.

"I was." He says "Didn't you have curfew?"

I shake my head in approval "Yeah.. see ya later kit kat."

I turn away from him, kitkat is what I would say to him to annoy him after that field trip. I guess it stuck to him.

"Don't call me that." He calls out.

"No promises." I say and keep on walking home.

Ah so this is it. I hope you guys like it. You can make requests for more one shots and fics<3

#kit connor #kitconnorfic #fanfic #y/n x oc #heartstopper #oneshot #nick nelson #nicholas nelson #fic writing #heartstopper fic #marvel fic #marvel

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This is the official dialogue per IMDB. I guess you could say it's questionable but Daniel does call out the BS about how they were scattered and then Louis has to admit he just didn't wanna share it last time?

Daniel Molloy: So, it begs the question, where were all these diaries in 1973?

Louis de Pointe du Lac: Scattered. One in New Orleans, another in Paris.

Daniel Molloy: Bullshit.

Louis de Pointe du Lac: [long pause] Claudia was… everything. I loved her unconditionally. All the noise, the chaos, the crisis of my former existence, silenced. The simple joy of her hand in mine.

Daniel Molloy: You had a daughter.

Louis de Pointe du Lac: I had a daughter.

Daniel Molloy: I've got two. The love is kind of…

Louis de Pointe du Lac: And if you were to come across their diaries and learn, in detail, how and when you failed them, would you share those failures with a brash young reporter you met at Polynesian Mary's?

So I think Louis just couldnt face his failures then or share them with someone he met in such a casual encounter vs now trusting them wth an older Daniel who has kids of his own

thank u for the script! i agree that louis didnt want to face how he hurt claudia.. even now, when recalling the day he doomed her to being trapped in a physically eternal adolescence[+ her later, even crueler death], he still frames claudia as 'his light, his redemption' [for what, lou? his past of tricking? when her life would be so tragic with or without louis?] but as to if he knew the full content of claudia's diaries in the 1970s we wouldnt know yet + daniel dont rly got the perspective to know whether louis did or didnt have them neither? i dont think we as the audience were meant to take what daniel said here as some sort of confirmation that louis always had the diaries. n tbf would louis rly wanna share those diaries w a 20 something he met at a gay bar tho even if he had them? if we r meant to think louis had claudia's diaries in the 1970s based off this scene id be interested in how the show would do this.. i just find it rly interesting how louis seems to be motivated to gather this truth + reconciliation committee over his own life knowing in his read of claudia's diaries that she resented both lestat and louis, who cut out which parts exactly, as well as other extenuating factors i done said before contrasting his mindset in the 70s v. now.. im not tooo committed to any particular line of speculation but i took dan’s saying its bullshit bc all he know is 1) claudia literally isnt there in the modern day and its clear other ppl have censored her diaries and 2) he suspects louis’s involvement in why/how.. he says bullshit on the diaries being scattered but we know louis and claudia traverse both new orleans & paris so i took it as dan's pov also being biased just as any other? dan is using this interview as a means to doubly probe into louis’s psychology, and he doesnt have the most generous read on louis's 'reliability'. this 'trust' or reliability as i put it erodes the further the interview goes on, the less daniel knows the more hes afraid of, and when hes afraid like bogosian says, he becomes more combative + less concilatory/actually conducting a proper interview lolol. his prior knowledge of the 1970s tapes is being subsumed by the modern interview. the old tapes just got burnt by lou last ep after all, and what we see on screen is not word for word beat for beat what louis is telling daniel [or otherwise showing daniel thru the mind].

side note: something i find interesting in the script..

Louis de Pointe du Lac: [long pause] Claudia was… everything. I loved her unconditionally. All the noise, the chaos, the crisis of my former existence, silenced. The simple joy of her hand in mine.

Daniel Molloy: You had a daughter.

Louis de Pointe du Lac: I had a daughter. Daniel Molloy: I've got two. The love is kind of…

trashbag deadbeat dad whos daughters prolly refused to talk to him if not cut him off completely the older they became [daniel] meets emotionally codependent mom/vampire sibling ..

#yn.#yn answers #daniel molloy #louis de pointe du lac #claudia

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