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thesunsetmeansgoodbye · 3 years

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Alcina Dimitrescu & Mother Miranda

For her, Mother is this scripture she meditate day and night even if she's no merely answer for her mother's kept prayers. Perhaps, almost..

Alcina silently watch Miranda read the files of her recent experiments, the priestess seem to frown inside the golden mask.

“Basically, some died and the rest turned into Moroaică”.

“Yes, Mother Miranda”. She droop her head aside, the hat hides the sight of her Mother.

“I should’ve known. Next time you waste my time, make sure it’s worthwhile. I had enough of your failures, when you supposed be not.” That's all she heard before the older woman takes its leave. And right now she needed a drink.

Another meeting takes over, Alcina sometimes would catch her mother's eyes closed and looking tired. When she open snap them there this no emotion holds it. Lips secretly pressed to each other, she listens to the discussion like an obedient daughter she always were unless Heisenberg nerved to piss her off.

She hates when Mother favors the other lords whom she considered below to her and Mother Miranda, she hates this unnecessary siblings, they barely interact with each other and she would rather it stay that way.

“I put end to this meeting now, all of you may take your leave.”

Every single one leaves the decrepitude church, Alcina caught the glimpse of her Mother and Donna. She looks like assigned to a task but why only give it when the meeting is done? Alcina could only groan. Mother did not assigned her to anything, did she not trust her anymore?

She follow her mother for everything she ordered her to, even in the things beyond her will. Her recognition means so much for her and from that she will do anything, giving all the colors for all the portraits she needed; a masterpiece to offer her Mother. Just, one perfect vessel.

Despite the devotion she holds to the older woman, there's this one exception, and she be willingly fight the world for her three daughters, just like her Mother.. and she hopes, the edge point will not reach where she needs to break an agreement to the priestess when its already her daughters involved.

“Mother?”.

She gently caress the hair of her youngest that was the head is on her lap, gentle smile formed from the ruddy lips of the countess once soon turn into frown, when the thought came of Mother Miranda doing the same thing on the countess like the daughter she always claim Alcina is to her. But it is a thought that is unlikely to happen.

When Miranda visits the castle once in a while, Alcina decorates the table with expensive fine china and foods all for her mother of course along with her famous wine. Even though Mother Miranda looks not to enjoy any of it more than the reports of experiments she overnight do in the dungeons that often ends to be just nothing but a defect.

When they were settled in their table, Alcina couldn’t stop talking like a child who keeps narrating of how great their day went to its parent. She even brought up some memories she cherished from her once human life, her being a singer and her passion for it but Mother just seems to tolerate of all her talks without uttering a single word back and only emptied her own glass of wine and after the feast the priestess would immediately takes its leave. On the other hand, Alcina only smiled helplessly.

Mother Miranda given her everything, the comfort and answers in life. Given the things her true mother couldn’t and her father would never granted. He never wanted a daughter anyway. She secretly suffered in her noble branch but it’s all over now.

And even Mother had given her all of this, she somehow long for an affection of a parent, something that her wine couldn’t remedy.

She tucked herself onto the large bed, as the same time, she murmured some words of comfort for herself some she could remember her true mother used to say to her, it was hesitant but soothing enough. Tears run from the golden sun eyes.

One meeting, she didn’t noticed any signs of its usual intimidating presence of her Mother, her aura seems to radiate happiness she never saw whenever she was with them. Happiness arouse in her too, she wonder what is the reason behind the bliss visage.

“I’m glad to inform all you that I found the perfect receptacle for our dear Eva,”

Eva. Her true child. Mother Miranda told them she have found the perfect vessel to resurrect her child, not to mention that fact its already dead over a century now. She dared not to speak and get any further in her Mother's bad side. She just sit and listen and only speak when ordered or allowed to.

“That's a very pleasant news, Mother Miranda.”

“Indeed, fiica mea.” She placidly smiled at her, and it warms Alcina's heart.

To every task she was assigned to, she do her best not want to dissapoint her Mother. There's no doubt she would do anything, remain to be her Mother's favorite even if she will have to fuel the fire of her mother roasting the other lords.

“B – but, Mother–“

“Stop the attempts to gloss over your failures Moreau, there's no merit it could do upon you, “ The fish man seems to crestfallen from the words but she just stared, after all, she have no care about them but Miranda and her daughters.

Meanwhile, she looked at Heisenberg who seem on other hand was close to scoffing.

“Hah, that really comes from the person who was also covering up his mistake.”

“Pardon?”.

He pinched his nose, before to speak

“You're just flawed as this grotesque freak! Even worse, so stop self-proclaming yourself to Miranda and keep referring us as a failure when it does also count you as one. Fucking accept it!”

“You– take that back you wrenched!”

“Silence!”.

Both of them retreat, but the palpable tension lingers.

“There's no better than another. You all disappoint me in all ways.”

Hate was born for her Mother's dead daughter, she thinks that this is all her fault and she question why the priestess couldn’t just, move on. Why was it always her? Why can’t Mother see her another daughter, that's right in front of her: alive and well, who would be willingly to fill the loss if needed. She often calls Alcina her child and daughter but neither the words felt like were stuffed. Now she sounded like a child, but she couldn’t resist no longer.

“Why isn’t always not enough?”. Her teeth gritted between the words of her misery.

After she had received her Cadou, Alcina's world began to only revolve of her Mother and following experiments in her dungeon. The cold wind and the flakes from the snow wrapped around her when loneliness and insecurity rose inside her well-being as if wants to make the situation for her worse. After all this time, it will always be Eva who occupied her Mother’s most chapters and she didn’t even bother to look over the pages were Alcina is in it, cursive beautifully written that soon tainted by her own sly tears.

For her, Mother is this scripture she meditate day and night even if she's no merely answer for her mother's kept prayers. Perhaps, almost..

She would sometimes pay a visit to her oldest sister Eve, when there's leisure time just to sit beside the grave without words store to utter for the tomb. Mother did not considered to forbid her adopted children to visit the grave, she even neither said anything about it so the other lords she assume didn’t know where it was in the first place.

But mother doesn’t have to know her visits or will she ever care?

She barely knew what would say to the dead, she did know no single prayer. She didn’t even met the child that was taken too early, was she anything like Mother? Is she like anything template of Mother? Or perhaps her father?

“You must had grown beautiful just like our Mother. C– could you tell Mother not to be too hard on me, when you resurrected again? Soră mai mare..” Because even, she could handle all the pain does not mean she deserves it, right?

She made her way to leave as she gets back to the castle.

Mother Miranda sends her a letter once in a while, when she was not able to come to the castle herself because of her research. The letter contain often of must attain task and criticization. She’d pick up some red pen, aimlessly drawing circles on the back of the letter; frowning. It took her some time before she full the entire back of the paper.

She stopped at the peak of the castle, above her was the sky painted in its greyest shade. She started to shred the paper, the pieces season on the white covered ground. She barely see it land because of the height.

“I've had enough of this".

No! Her daughters.. now gone! That damn Winters! Those three bugs who keeps alive her barely beating heart, taken away from her! How!? How could Mother allowed this to happen? Where is she? The roars of the dragon in its hinted despair did she not heard!? Out of all men she's the only person who can understand, it hurts.. so much.

Yet, no presence of power from the Mother she knew stop the gravity of her downfall.

She is confident to think she's her mother’s favorite but she might hinted it wrong however, the proof of the blessing she casted upon her among the others. Castle, eternal life, obedient daughters did she not? How come she couldn’t accept the affection Alcina returned? Wasn't it enough to cease her mother's insurmountable grief? For a child that was no longer here, she barely tolerate all of it.

She sit and watch her.

“Remember from whence you came".

#alcina dimitrescu #mother miranda #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #karl heisenberg #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #parental issues #a song fic I guess #Alcina being a desperately in need for affection of her mother #In the end she got canonically betrayed

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lostinfic · 3 years

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Christmas Eve (stuck) in the Lab

Chapter 12/12 *complete*

Summary: Dr. John Smith and Rose Tyler both work at the Natural History Museum in London, he’s a scientist and she works in the gift shop. They are only friends, but the upcoming staff Christmas party promises developments they’ve both been longing for. However, John and Rose end up stuck with Martha, Donna and Jack in the laboratory, and shenanigans ensue: decontamination showers, cocktails in beakers, a game of truth-or-dare and a Secret Santa rigged by meddling friends.

Tags: mutual pining, friends to lovers, fluff with light angst, found family

Rating: Teen (for now) | Words:11556

@doctorroseprompts

Ao3

The click of doors unlocking interrupted their celebration and made everyone run to the railing to watch the entrance below. Kate Stewart entered the laboratory. She wasn’t wearing a hazmat suit, which must mean….

“You’re safe,” she declared.

Palpable relief washed over the group.

Rose’s stomach untangled. She covered her mouth with her hand, laughing shakily. She had to call her mum.

She turned to John, he was all loud cheers and big grin. He grabbed Rose around the waist in a hug that lifted her off the floor.

When he put her back down, his hands lingered at her waist, and hers on his shoulders.

Kate joined them up in the gallery.

She gave some scientific information they all seemed to understand except Rose. She gathered the substance was not harmful to humans.

Kate handed them an information sheet. “Just in case, be on the lookout for symptoms on this list. Call the number at the bottom if you have any concerns.”

Jack was out the door before she’d even finished talking. Martha, Donna and John left in different directions, to call relatives or pick up their coats and keys.

Rose should have hurried outside too, but she dawdled, feeling oddly nostalgic. She shut down the monitor and covered the leftover food with plastic wrap.

She was aware of John’s spearhead left on the corner of the table, but couldn’t look at it.

She felt bad for disliking it. She appreciated its monetary value, if not its sentimental one. She wished he hadn’t just picked something off his shelf; her gift dealt with in an efficient manner, then dismissed.

Donna carried Rose’s backpack from her office and up the stairs. She had something else in her hand, too.

“I thought you should know, this is what John was going to give you.”

Donna unrolled a poster with a beautiful map of the world in neon colours. She explained how he’d made it using UV light and special proteins.

It was perfect, bright and creative and just so special. Yet it only added to Rose’s frustration.

“I don’t know why he changed his mind. He really likes you, Rose.”

“But not enough to tell me himself.”

“Or so much it scares him.”

“Well, he knows where to find me if he needs help with that too.” She sighed, regretting her snark. She was tired. “I suppose it’s because of what happened to his parents.”

“What about them?”

He hadn’t confided in Donna, but he had in her. Maybe that meant something. And yet, Rose couldn’t help but remember once again how she’d fooled herself into believing Jimmy’s behaviour meant more than it did.

From the gallery, Rose could see across the lab, down into John’s office. He was still there, talking on the phone.

Her heart softened for him, as it always did.

Perhaps, for once, she should be the one going to him. In her determination to not misread any signals, she’d forgotten to send out her own.

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As she approached the Doctor’s office, she overheard his conversation with the airline.

“Were you able to book another flight?” she asked after he’d hung up.

“Yes. Later tonight.” He hesitated. “The Mendoza team is counting on me. I can’t let them down.”

“Hey, you don’t need to explain yourself to me. I go out of my way to avoid the street where my dad was killed.”

He nodded and offered a sympathetic smile.

“It’s important work I’m doing every year. I’m helping out labs with less means to preserve their own history.”

“I believe you. I’ll see you in three weeks, then. Drop by the shop as soon as you can. I fully expect you to use those vouchers.”

“I don’t know,” he joked, “maybe if you sweeten the deal with your employee discount.”

“I think that could be arranged.”

“Good. Looking forward to it.”

“Me too.”

Rose shuffled her feet and wrung her hands. John rearranged random items on his messy desk.

“I think I need your help,” she stammered.

“Yes, of course! What do you need? What can I do?”

“I’m not quite sure how to get money out of this.” She held out the spearhead.

John sprang to action. He sent her links to trusted auction sites, wrote a description of the item for her and hunted down the original authenticity certificate.

She had to stop him when he got trapped, elbow-deep in a filing cabinet.

“It’s okay. It can wait.”

“But if you get the money now, you might be able to enroll in time for the winter semester.”

Rose narrowed her eyes at him.

“Did you listen to my conversation with Martha?”

“Er, well, I wasn’t listening so much as voices accidentally reached my ears.”

“Right.”

He sat on the edge of his desk, his long legs stretched in front of him and crossed at the ankle.

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to,” he added.

“S’alright. Explains a lot actually.”

“Listen, I know some professors and uni administrators and how to get financial aid.”

“You would help me?”

“Absolutely.”

“And if university isn’t what I want? I mean, I haven’t even got my A-levels.”

He shrugged. “You deserve all your dreams to come true, whatever they are. You’re brilliant, Rose.”

No one had ever said that to her. Not this earnestly.

A lump rose in her throat.

Before she’d found something to say, he offered to walk her home.

“I live in Peckham. That’d be quite a walk.”

“Don’t care.”

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Fresh air welcomed them outside the Museum. It felt like they’d been trapped inside for years. Early dusk painted the sky a soft lavender, and fluffy snowflakes drifted down over them.

After a few steps, John took Rose’s gloved hand. She smiled and tightened her fingers over his. They laughed shyly for no other reason than the sheer pleasure of having their affection reciprocated.

In front of the Museum’s ice rink, John babbled on about bronze-age skates made from animal shins and references to skiing found in writings of the Han dynasty, in China. Joined hands swinging between them, they laughed more than the fun facts warranted. Their hearts felt as light as the snowflakes floating down from the sky. Simply put, they were utterly giddy.

They strolled down a quiet street. Decorations twinkled in windows and relatives greeted each other at the door.

John’s pace slowed down, his gaze turned inward and unfocused.

“I think I might call my former foster family,” he said at last, glancing at Rose for approval.

“Sounds like a great idea. You were close to them?”

He nodded. “The last ones I lived with, they really encouraged me to study. I even had a sister, of sort, Sarah Jane.” He smiled at the memory. “She was a Smith too. We used to pretend we were real siblings… I should’ve kept in touch.”

“Never too late for that.”

They passed by a tube station without stopping. Street lights switched on one after the other, as if only for them. They would have to part ways soon. It was a long ride to cousin Mo’s house, and he had a flight to catch.

At the gate of a quiet garden square, Rose stopped walking. They still held hands, and she fiddled with the cuff of his jacket.

“You remembered Jack’s dare, didn’t you?” she asked him.

“Uh, vaguely. Well, most of it. Where was he keeping that mistletoe?”

Rose waited a beat, but he didn’t say anything else.

“John, you know what you were saying about helping make my dreams come true?”

“Yeah?”

He stepped closer. Her breath quickened. She licked her lips, and his gaze flicked to her mouth.

“Well, maybe there’s a dream you, uh, you could…”

“What?” His face split into a grin. He clicked his jaw. He knew full well what she was trying to say.

“You could kiss me. Shut up.”

She looked away, but John’s hand on her cheek brought her eyes back to him. He opened his mouth, probably to say something smart-arse again. Instead, Rose grabbed his scarf and pulled him down to her. Cold nose tips met pink cheeks. He laughed against her lips. Their arms wrapped around each other, bringing their bodies together, as close as their winter coats allowed.

Rose forgot the cold and the passersby, she forgot it was Christmas Eve. Her hand in his hair knocked off his beanie. A tiny whimper came from the back of his throat, and she found herself with her back to the garden gate being thoroughly kissed. It was probably a good thing they were wearing so many layers.

When they broke the kiss, he rested his forehead on hers. The clouds on their breath mingled.

“Now I regret booking another flight,” John whispered.

“You’d better not forget me whilst you’re gone, mister.” She poked him in the chest playfully.

“Haven’t stopped thinking about you since the day we met— I doubt I will after that kiss.”

“Let’s give you plenty to think about, then.”

She rose to her tiptoes and kissed him again. An unforgettable kiss.

#ficandchips #ten x rose #doctor x rose #Christmas fluff #finished but stay tuned for a bonus smutty chapter #lostinfic writes stuff

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bookdragonlibrary · 5 years

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Fourth Tuesday YJ appreciation

1-3 ; 4-6 ; 7-9 ; 10-13 ; 14-16 ; 17 ; 18 ; 19 ; 20 ; 21 ; 22 ; 23 ; 24-26

—————————— Elder Wisdom

- Bwundasa, another fictionnal country? Why the Team always fights in a fictionnal country except for Russia?

- 31 December? So no Christmas episode...

- Garth, the evil UN secretary, Gordon and... a general? His name his Simon M’Barra (and I’m always right with the general status, aren’t I? xD ) It’s a leader in perpetuity? Pretty word for dictator... So Bwundasa is located in Africa.

- You know you’re a bad guy when even Luthor cares about the climate change...

- Troia! In the room 1616 xD

- What? How an arrow couldn’t pierce Garth’s arm but his neck? He has Atlantean skin! Oh no, he’s down!

- They are after Troia now! A psychic? She’s female, it’s not Psimon, who?

- Why Diana calls his sister Troia instead of Donna when Donna calls her sister Diana?

- Here are Halo and Terra! :D

- They are against the dictator, are they necessary bad guys?

- Of course, the reptile was Gar :)

- Did he just speak swahili? Or another African language? I guess it’s swahili as it is spoken in various African countries, like esperanto could have been in Europe. He should have learnt it while he was living in Qurac :)

- “BIF? Bif?” I love this scene xD

- ED! I love his superhero costume! :D El Dorado makes ED, that’s kind of funny xD But his hero costume is more red than gold, maybe to match with someone... :)

- Where are Jaime, Virgil and Brion? I can understand for Brion as a prince, but for the other two?

- The cleaning lady was Miss Martian!

- Terra and Halo fight! The white aura! :D Terra isn’t good at aiming yet :/

- And Halo is wounded again! è.é Doesn’t she care anymore? She could have made a shield or something :( And Terra taking care of her

- Psychic fight! But we don’t see it like in season 1 :( She was controlled! :o

- The bad lady is a good fighter to go head to head with an Amazonian :o

- Gar has turned into Wolf! :D

- Bart has exploded! :o

- Of course, Ed overreacts to his wounded crush :3 But he doesn’t buy Bart’s “I’d be fine” ^^ You’re not as a good liar you used to be, Bart. Or Ed is really good at saying through it because he really cares :)

- Bart just took an explosion in his face and he just has his goggles broken. It was way more visual with Vic’s explosion :/ And how can people be sincerely worried if Bart has just broken goggles? They should say he’s lucky to not have severe wounds instead...

- Garth is super cool! Telepathic waterbend! :D What are his tatoos?

- Flash! Who still have blue eyes...

- One has escaped!

- Of course Barry’s worried too for Bart :(

- And Ed is so unconfortable to look at him in the eyes. What does that suppose to mean?

- Of course Lex set that up. That makes the dictator looks good and the resistant look bad è.é

- “I’d be fine!” with a outraged voice in the background xD

- The Flash is ready to smile to the camera but can see right into Lex’s game!

- “Not for long!” Gar is as pissed with Lex he is with Granny.

- It’s Lia or Lea? Leah?

- Ed is close to Bart in the bioship and Tara to Violet :) But Bart seems to still have a headache or something. Would he truely be fine? :(

- Ed has the same golden symbol on the back of his jacket than on his T-shirt in season 2.

- So it’s was a drug forbidden him to use his powers? Could it be possible? I mean, it’s based on magic and mystic, not physical por genetical powers. How could it be?

- Why it doesn’t surprise me it was a set up? (I should have guess)

- The woman who attacked Terra and Halo was Lady Shiva! No question she was able to fight with Troia! And the one who have escaped must be Cassandra. Wait... So the BIF was not even real, they were the League of Shadows. They had to do this to make the dictator looks like a victim instead of a bad guy.

- The murder of Garth and Donna wasn’t goal 1 but an option. He wanted to shame the Outsiders in the first place. How his logic works? It would have be more useful to get rid of the Ambassadors than the Team’s reputation, no?

- “They captured Briggs!” She’s conscious they freed her right? That she was controlled? Why is she that upset? They probably saw just like a tool anyway... Not friends or something. (Please don’t tell me she was close to her in other ways...)

- Ah! It was because they will know it was a set-up. They probably would guess it with Lex involved...

- “Knowing and proving are two very different things.” True...

- Ed, Bart and Gar are talking together while Tara gives her report to M’gann.

- Violet still can’t respond to Brion :(

- “You can talk to Helga.” That’s why keeping it secret wasn’t a good idea, Jace...

- “Until I know what’s going on with you, you’re benched from the Team.” That’s blackmail, right? And M’gann, that strategy doesn’t work... Dick already tried it with Roy and the Runaways almost go back to Lex because of it...And we still don’t know what happen to Roy before that. Was he living in the street? Alone? With the Runaways? Halo would feel rejected and definitely won’t come to you to talk. Great, M’gann! Are you a real councelor??

- “That’s the problem. I understood intellectually. But see it live was very different.” Ed, I’m sure you can understand, you were worried too in First Impression.

- “I’d be fine!” *Eduardo senior slowly looking at him* xD

- “He has a metametabolism. He heals fast.” Ed, you were the most worried one of them all :)

- “You can’t walk away so easily.” “Watch me.” burn Ed is back again.

- “You didn’t have to be there.” He means Ed? He didn’t understand why he wanted to be part of the Outsiders? Ah no, he meant the Outsiders, no just Ed. “The most powerful man in the world has made you his target?” Ed, that wasn’t a clever move, now he’s even more worried and this sounds more dangerous that it was. And he’s just the UN secretary, if it was a powerful place, things would change faster in our world too... And there’s still the UN Council who can make their veto. “Behind my back? Ugh. I can’t even talk to you now.” At least, Ed prefers to leave before saying something too painful.

“Halo, get us out of here.” The Runaways also left the War World with a boomtube, parallels.

- The Outsiders look at M’gann because she benched Violet, and not at Eduardo senior, right?

- We also miss the New Year where everyone kiss :(

- Aw Gar&Tara VS Jaime&Virgil :) And of course, Ed and Bart stand near each other.

- Violet is isolating herself, as I fear with M’gann benching her. And Vic is still doing so...

- Why noone asks for Traci? :( She wasn’t in the covert Team either :(

- Even Gar barely sees Vic? It’s even worse than I thought...

- It’s been... what? Two weeks already she knows she’s dying? Maybe she should tell the Team now.

“Maybe I’m not a really good girlfriend.” Sweetie, not of these was your fault :(

- “Violet has her issues.” So now Brion knows Jace knows something. Tell it to M’gann and Artemis!

- “First love is very sweet but the truth is: is really last.” are you trying to make them break up? You suppose to be on their side! But she keeps refering them as her childs, so maybe she sees them as siblings? O.o

- We finally see Cassie’s mom and she’s barely better drawn than in the video game... And they live in Washington DC.

- Eldel Initiative? What is that?

- LA Wayne Tech? Is Batman aware of this? Part of it?

- Gar just found a distraction: Ivo? Isn’t he supposed to be in Belle Reve? (maybe working on new invention for the US government)

- LittleMatchGirl16, does it mean a female superboy? Supergirl?

- Cassie is so proud/excited about it!

- “Check her profile.” Bart isn’t stupid :) But Jay isn’t impressed :(

- We’re going to Ireland! :D

- “You’re not going anywhere, not until...” Jay, this little girl might be in grave danger... Conversation could wait, not victims.

- Gar is still that polite and... he’s emancipated minor (I think it’s pleonasm But well)? From Mento? Or he was before already?

- “Jaime and Virgil are both 18.” Great to finally know Virgil’s age but I thought majority was 21 in USA? 18 is logical for enter the League as the majority of countries use this age for majority. But there are all US citizens for parenthood? (maybe except Gar)

- It makes more sense that the legal guardians forbid their own child to go and not the others, minor or not.

- Match Electronics Store. Oh, so it was just her last name, no supergirl...

- That is a terrible Irish accent...

- “Other ways to get attention.” That was really mean...

- “By encouraging this children to put themselves in danger?” Actually he has a good point. Tye and Asami would have been great models too, to show the kids there are different paths for them and not all lead to the hero game.

- “Please, don’t say ‘it’s not you, it’s me’.” yes please, that a common trope.

- Violet at least gives one of her secrets. the smallest one. “but I didn’t stop her.” because you were caught off guard and with alcohol in your system, not your fault!

- I love Brion is concerned she has feelings for someone else rather than she kissed someone from the same gender :) Pan Brion confirmed? And he understood and forgave her! Brion is such a good boyfriend! But was the point of the kiss seriously? Violet already had secrets to Brion and it didn’t even make her question her sexuality (pan for example).

- “Damm it!” The first curse word of the serie!

- “Most of the memorials are kids like you.” Well, the show is called Young Justice, so I think that’s why.

- “Marry and have children of their own.” I’m pretty sure that is not the first thing they have in mind when they think about their future self. Especially not Bart who isn’t even born yet!

- Why are you talking about Wally? :’(

- “There’s something I need you and your brother to hear.” Oh no, she’s gonna tell them this secret! And she seems so cold while saying this.

- “They’re Lex Luthor’s spiderbots.” Why are they in Ivo’s wharehouse?

- Why don’t we see the fight? :o

- “Gabrielle and who she really was.” The mistakes she made are not the only things about her, Violet :(

- We still don’t know why Gabrielle took the bribe. But yes, she was killed because she knew too much :(

- “How long have you know?” “Long enough.” Violet, sweetie, why are you so cold while telling the story? Is that a defensive mechanism? Is she trying to make Brion hate her thinking he would be less sad when she die?

- Tara is the most choked about it her vision begins to blur :o

- Of course Helga straightly go to Brion...

- Can someone take care of Tara please??

- Oh no,she send a text to Slade because of her panick attack :(

- Bart is such a good liar he can see right behind the other’s mask.

- “But I’m not going anywhere.” You all better be!

- Whoa! Did the little girl knew he was a machine? Did Blue told her? (because he’s smiling at her) Or just didn’t know she has enough strenght to destroy a machine?

- Eduardo seems so proud while looking at his son :3

- “Whom.” I never understand that grammar rule...

- “Radley Overshoe Factory” is about to blow. That a change in events... xD

- “the lastest explosive exploy.” Imagine if the public had seen the other explosion xD

- “An explosion. Massive property damaged. Sad.” Lex I knew you with a bigger vocabulary...

- You know it’s a bad sign when Gordon is smiling like this...

- “I happen to know parents and guardians of the teenage Outsiders are not on board with their attics.” The Team would find it suspicious he knows about that, right?

- So now Lex wants to give restrictions to the Outsiders like for the JL? Dude, 50′s aren’t a good example...

- So the Team doesn’t care about secrets ID anymore? They just outed their parents and make them targets! I’m sure Eduardo senior is already famous with his scientific work so now everyone can make a connexion between his son and El Dorado... Same thing with Cassie and her mom who is an archeologist. Just hope this tweet won’t have consequences for the parents or the hero secret ID in the future...

- “Three generations of heroes.” Technically is four since there is a generation between Barry and Bart :) (But the public better not knows that)

- Jay created an account (or Bart made him for him) just to kick Lex’s ass on the Internet xD

- Look at them! The girl in Brooklyn, LittleMatchGirl and her dad, Helga, Lia, Donna, Wendy, a Black boy (does VIrgil has a little brother?) and a men.

- For once Gordon is defending the heroes xD And against Lex! xD

- I knew Gordon secretly works for the Light but it’s great to see it directly.

- “Personal vendetta?” Ivo’s factory was his? That explains the “massive property damaged” came from...

- “Embrace and coorp.” He wants his own team like in season 2, doesn’t he?

- So the girl, Moira, was M’gann and the father Batman? That explains the bad Irish accent! xD

- Lex knows it was a set-up (taking his own medicine) but “knowing and proving are two different things.” Did Batman understood Lex’s logic and does he know he said that? Could Lex be on the Anti-Light’s side? That could explain why he did a miserable interview (for him I mean, he’s smarter than that) to give more credits to the Outsiders?

- Diana has a point: it’s not just secrets and lies, now it’s manipulation, the truth, the facts, others, included the public and their allies

- This picture is so good!

- Violet is writing a note. Please, tell me it’s a runaway note, and not a suicide one :(

- The Hub with the bioship sleeping in her egg form :3

So these 3 episodes should have been watched in one go and that would have made more sense...

#young jusitce #YJ reviews #watch young justice #watch young justice outsiders

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ABCs of Fiction Writing - Dialogue: Who Said What?

Dialogue can be one of the most difficult parts of writing fiction, and a sure sign of an amateur writer is dialogue that is not properly punctuated. Punctuation can be the most confusing part about writing dialogue (and we'll be dealing with US standards in this article), but writing believable dialogue is the most challenging. When you have multiple characters in a story, a unique voice must be developed for each one as well, or else the dialogue is boring and repetitive.

Punctuation and Dialogue Tags

No matter how good your actual dialogue may be, it is going to be unreadable if it is not properly punctuated or tagged. Punctuation and tags offer the clues that the reader needs to be able to 'hear' the conversation that is happening. Since the scene is happening in the reader's imagination, it must be described in such a way that they can properly ascertain who is saying what.

Reading a story that does not have proper punctuation or tags would be like listening to a conversation that was spoken by the same voice, entirely in monotone, without pauses for breath between words or sentences or speakers. It would be incredibly confusing.

If someone is speaking out loud, use quotation marks ( " ") at the beginning and end. Not single quotation marks/apostrophes.

If someone is thinking, and you are writing their actual thoughts, use italics without quotation marks. Italics can also signify emphasis within spoken dialogue. Italics are also helpful for differentiating between flashbacks and present tense, but we'll deal more that in a later article.

When a different character speaks, the dialogue should begin on a new line (see the example in the action tag section).

Dialogue tags denote who is speaking and/or thinking. Examples are: John spoke, she said/he said, Sally shouted, his wife asked, etc. Write your tag carefully, don't detract from the dialogue. It is only meant to signify who is saying what, and other than that should be invisible. Readers will notice, though, if you're only using 'he said/she said' for your dialogue tags, so find other ways to clue them in to who is speaking. You might insert a dialogue tag at a point where the character might pause as they are speaking.

The basics of punctuating dialogue are the same whether it is thoughts or spoken words, you simply place the entire 'thought' in italics (except for the tag), without quotation marks.

Periods, commas, question marks, exclamation points, etc. are contained inside the quotation marks - "That hurt!"

Always use commas when you break up a line of dialogue with a tag - "Honey," John spoke, "I have to work late every night this week." (Note the comma at the end of the broken dialogue 'honey', and the comma at the end of the tag 'John spoke'. Both commas need to be there.)

Use single quotation marks for quoting within dialogue - "He said and I quote, 'you're a miserable excuse for a human being'! Can you believe it?" Also note the exclamation point is outside of the quote, because it refers to the voice of the character talking, not the one being quoted.

Action Tags/Beats

Beyond the basic dialogue tag, you can use action tags (also called beats) to make dialogue flow. This is when, rather than using 'he said/she said', you use action to denote who is speaking.

Example (from my 2010 NaNoWriMo* Novel): "I miss her, especially today," she welcomed his embrace. "I know, I do too," he pressed a kiss to her forehead, "She would be very proud of you, just as I am." "Thank you," Isabel smiled. "It is so hard to believe that sixteen years ago today," her father's mouth twitched at the corners, and Isabel wasn't sure if he was going to smile or weep, "I held you in my arms for the first time. You were so very small. So very frail . . ."

Action tags can be used to convey emotion and scenery, but the tags must always go along with the dialogue of the corresponding character. Also note, as mentioned above, how each new line of dialogue is on a separate line. Otherwise, it would read like this and be confusing:

"I miss her, especially today," she welcomed his embrace. "I know, I do too," he pressed a kiss to her forehead, "She would be very proud of you, just as I am." "Thank you," Isabel smiled. "It is so hard to believe that sixteen years ago today," her father's mouth twitched at the corners, and Isabel wasn't sure if he was going to smile or weep, "I held you in my arms for the first time. You were so very small. So very frail . . ."

It's not impossible to follow but it looks much neater and is easier to tell who is speaking when it is on separate lines.

Indirect Dialogue

Indirect dialogue is summarizing dialogue rather than writing out what the character has said. If the dialogue example from above were to be written as indirect dialogue, it might read like this:

Isabel mentioned how much she missed her mother as she welcomed his embrace. Her father agreed, but her mother would be proud of her. Isabel thanked him as she smiled, and her father began to reminisce about her birth sixteen years before, and the first time he held her. She had been so small and frail . . .

This can be used if you need to get through a lot of dialogue very quickly, but it is not as personal or emotional as the original dialogue was. Don't use this as your main style of writing dialogue, but do know that it exists and can be used for certain purposes. You want to still use some of the words that character would be using if they were speaking out loud, but is a summary, so you don't write word for word what they would have said. Absolutely do not use it for pivotal scenes where you need the emotional impact of what is happening, you'll only the damage the plot.

Voice

The voice of each character must be unique. Just as each person around you has a certain way of saying things, your characters must as well. Avoid writing in accents. Simply mentioning the nationality of a character should be enough, or if they have a lisp, etc. Nobody enjoys reading a story where the dialogue has been written in the literal pronunciation of words/letters.

The best way to do voice is to listen to the people around you and see if you can recognize their speech patterns. Perhaps someone likes to use sarcasm, or they are always very thoughtful in what they say. Listen to people around you everywhere you go (in addition to being people-watchers, writers must also be eavesdroppers), and see if you can pick out speech patterns. Practice by attempting to imitate the speech of the people in your life - a spouse, sibling, parent, close friends.

Punctuation marks also help, use them for their purpose. Exclamation marks (but never more than one) can show excitement, anger, etc. Ellipses ( . . . ) can indicated a pause for thought. Hyphens should be used when a word is started but interrupted; the interruption can be a cough, or made by another character.

Do not continuously use dialogue tags to convey tone, set the tone of the conversation through the scene as well by showing what is happening with the characters. Writing emotion is an important part of this as well, which will be dealt with in the next article.

*National Novel Writing Month

Sources: Punctuation Dialogue: How to Punctuate Dialogue Correctly by Ginny Wiehardt Writing Dialogue: The Music of Speech by Donna Ippolito Writing Fiction for Dummies by Randy Ingermanson and Peter Economy Writing Fiction: A Guide to Narrative Craft, Seventh Edition by Janet Burroway and Elizabeth Stuckey-French

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