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dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years

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What is Bondarev (BSB ver) actually like in the novels? In my WIP, I’m trying to be as close to the lore as I can with certain parts, so it’s hard to write in a character that I have no clue what his personality actually is like. Also does he have a full name? Is Bondarev his first or last name? I noticed Herzog has a full name thanks to the Fandom wiki you and Hectab are working on :3

Ask and Ye shall receive. (very long post below with allllllllllll of the stuff you asked for.)

VERY HANDSOME

This was a man who was a sight to behold, handsome and straight, with iron gray hair neatly combed back and styled with hairspray, and a muscular body that was defined and supple. Many would describe him as sexy. The sentry had seen such handsome young officers in Moscow, but this one was too unbelievable. He was actually wearing only military shorts and sleeveless undershirt, sweating in the -10 degree wind. The man fished out a lighter from his shorts and lit it with aplomb, the sterling silver case etched with the words "70th anniversary of the October Revolution".

The sentry could not refuse this kindness and went over to light the cigarette.

"Here you go." The man tossed the lighter to the sentry, "In such a cold place, you need to use aviation kerosene with low freezing point, you should save that for the summer."

The sentry then realized that he still had the unlit lighter in his hand, the man's insight was actually keen to this point. Furthermore, people should be eager to find a warm place to rest at this moment. This also shows that he still has energy left for skiing in such extremely cold weather. The man took out a dark gray officer's uniform from his military duffel bag, and after a few moments, he finished putting it on and solemnly pinned a "Red Flag Medal" on his chest. A minute ago he was a skier, a minute later he had a frown of determination, a young man of power from Moscow.

"KGB Major Bondarev, I'm from Moscow." The man pulled out his papers, "Take me to Dr. Herzog and tell him that this is the moment of survival."

"Yes! Comrade Major!" The sentry saluted.

The man stated his identity in the simplest terms; he was an envoy from Moscow, a key member of the secret intelligence service. In the days of the Tsar, such a man was called a "minister".

********ICE PROOF*************

He pressed the detonator in his hand, after a short dull explosion, the marble base in the snow was blown up, Lenin bronze statue slanted in the snow. The noise of this micro-acoustic thunderstorm was so small that it was muffled by the wind within a few steps. The Black Swan Harbor is notoriously heavily guarded, but the most important aspect is the extreme cold, and standing outside for ten minutes on a night like this can lead to severe frostbite. Because of the blizzard, visibility was less than five meters. The soldiers did not expect anyone else to dare to move outside, and they ignored the fact that Bondarev had an extraordinary tolerance for the cold.

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"I sometimes think that people who like to drink can't be bad. So I like you a lot, you know vodka." Dr. Herzog removed the Makolov pistol and handed over a cold glass.

A light struck down from above, enveloping the Doctor and Bondarev. The glass reflected the light, as clear as the most expensive crystal glassware, but it was carved from a whole block of solid ice, pure ice, without any air bubbles, with cornflower patterns carved on the outer wall. The two men gently clinked their glasses and drank the wine in one gulp.

　　Bondarev played with the ice carved glass: "It's wonderful, the spirits wrapped in ice, as moving as a stunning young woman under the appearance of an iceberg. I think my hands will freeze and to it."

　　"Usually people who drink from such an ice glass have to wear leather gloves, and only people like you, Major, who are not afraid of the cold can hold it in their hands. It is carved from old ice in the -30 degree strata and also kept at -30 degrees, making it the coldest drinking vessel for the warmest of wines." The doctor said, He said so, but he was also holding the glass with his empty hand, his slender hand was stable and did not tremble at all because of the low temperature.

****** SUPPOSED ROYAL FAMILY and EXTREMELY RICH ***************

　　"Bondarev, a KGB major, from Moscow, these are the truth. I only concealed from you the name of my great-grandmother, her name was Nastasya Nikolaevna Romanova." Bondarev slowly pronounced this long, awkward name, like a magician reciting a forbidden spell.

　　The doctor was stunned: "Was it the last royal daughter of the Romanov dynasty?"

　　Nastasia was the last princess of the Romanov dynasty, the last dynasty to rule Russia until it was overthrown by the October Revolution in 1917. in 1918, the last Tsar Nicholas II and his entire family were secretly executed by the Red Army. Nastasia was the youngest daughter of Nicholas II, and although she was young, she was given the title of "Grand Duchess", which made her more honored than other royal princesses in Europe at the time, and princesses were required to curtsy and address her as "Your Imperial Highness" during their audiences. It was rumored that she was the only one who escaped execution, and that her name Nastasia meant "resurrection".

　　"Since there is still me, the grandson of the emperor, I can't say that she is the 'last' royal daughter." Bondarev smiled.

　　"How do you prove yourself?" The Doctor asked.

　　"I saw Rasputin's signature at the end of the tunnel, and that heretic who had been canonized had been here before, so I should say he was the one who found this cave, right?"

　　"Yes." The Doctor said, "This cave is his legacy."

　　"Then you must know that Rasputin was a guest of the Tsar and a close friend of Princess Nastasia. The fact that I could find this place means that I have Rasputin's secrets, secrets that he told my great-grandmother. This is the proof of my status as the last royal grandson of the Romanov dynasty." Bondarev held his head up proudly.

　　"So, what were the secrets that Rasputin revealed to Her Imperial Highness?"

　　Bondarev smiled slyly: "I think there are certain things I know that you do not know, and of course there are things you know that I do not, so we might as well exchange information about each other. Then we might be able to sit down and talk about cooperation."

　　"After you." The Doctor raised his muzzle.

　　"This matter begins with my great-grandmother's escape. A Red Army bullet did go through her heart and her body was thrown into an abandoned mine, but three days later she awoke and the wound miraculously healed. It was then that she remembered what Rasputin had told her, that Rasputin said he was willing to share the secrets of the world with his great-grandmother because she, like himself, was God's chosen one. Like Rasputin, she had an unparalleled power of life and could even return from hell. She later married a Red Army officer, and in those days the only way she could gain refuge was to marry a Red Army officer. My great-grandfather, who later stepped into the high ranks of the military, was a very good man and always protected my great-grandmother from revealing her identity. Great-grandmother would sometimes wake up in a dream and shout, 'The Red Army is coming with guns,' and great-grandfather would reassure her, 'I am the Red Army, and as long as I live, the Red Army guns will only protect you.'"

　　"Touching love." The doctor said faintly.

　　"Great-grandmother decided to give up her past identity, so she rarely talked about the past of the Romanov dynasty, with the exception of one thing. She bade her great-grandfather that there were relics of God in the north of Siberia, which the saint Rasputin had told her about. That saint found the cave where God created life on the shore of the icy sea. But he did not announce it to the world, but sealed the miracle with iron water, because the miracle had degenerated into the cradle of the devil, and inside it were hidden fallen angels. Generations of our family descendants have to be on guard against the reopening of that cave, and the day it reopens, the end comes with it."

　　"So you are here to check if we are guarding the miracle properly?"

　　"No, no, my great-grandmother was a good and devout Orthodox Christian, but I am not. I have a great curiosity about everything, and after I inherited the secret, I am bent on finding the miracle. If I were to find it, I would definitely open it and take a look. Not long ago I found an engineering map from the ruined archives." Bondarev drew out the map roll and rolled it along the ice toward the Doctor, "It marks the elevator that leads deep into the tundra."

　　The Doctor scanned the map, "It's not the original map, someone drew it from memory."

　　"It was drawn by a madman who used to be the engineer battalion commander of the 13th Konrad Infantry Division and was ordered to participate in the excavation of the tunnel, after which he was brainwashed by drugs and became a regular in a mental hospital. All he remembered was that he was engaged in a big project on the northern coast of Siberia, and the project was to dig a cave. Suddenly I realized I had found a breakthrough. But as the investigation progressed, I found that the matter was becoming more and more mysterious. Many years ago, the army had built a port in the almost unnavigable northern part of Siberia, about which there was no information, and even the coordinates had been erased. Below that port, sappers had dug through the hard permafrost and opened a long-closed cave. So I decided to come and see for myself. As a KGB officer, I easily applied for a charter to investigate this mysterious port, so that I could drive in as the 'Minister of the Admiralty'. Sure enough, I found Rasputin's signature at the end of the passage, and I finally arrived at the place I had dreamed of since childhood." Bondarev looked around, "But it doesn't look like there's anything interesting here."

　　"I'm sure you noticed when you came here that the closer you got to the door where Rasputin signed, the more bones there were in the tundra, and they all crawled out through a gap in the rock wall. It was those things that Rasputin was talking about when he said this cave would breed demons. But now the cave is dead, and the mysterious forces in the cave have dissipated."

　　"I don't think so. If this cave was no longer valuable, you would have left long ago."

　　"If this cave was really valuable, I should have shot you and monopolized the secrets of this place."

　　"Wait a minute! I have brought you a gift! Won't you take a look at the gift before shooting?'' Bondarev took an envelope from inside his clothes and slid it along the ice toward the Doctor, by which he showed that he had absolutely no intention of resisting.

　　The doctor tore open the envelope, inside was a Swiss bank cashier's check - a cashier's check for $200 million.

　　"This is a rare and large check, what do you want to buy from me with this check?" 'Doc asked.

　　"Not a purchase, just a gift." Bondarev smiled, "We believe this gift will be useful to you. Your research has been going on for decades, consuming huge amounts of state funds every year, and it must not be finished yet, right? But now that the Soviet Union is about to split, your backers have fallen, which means you no longer have access to funding to complete your research, and no one to help you keep it secret."

　　"It does sound like I'm facing a lot of trouble." The doctor said.

　　"Then why not work with my family? We know politics, we know technology, and we know war, and we're willing to invest in this cave as long as its secrets pay off. We can continue to support you in this project and share with you all the benefits it brings. I have already shown my sincerity and told you everything I know. Shouldn't you also tell me what I don't know? After that you will still have time to shoot me."

　　"You are very calm, Comrade Major. You think I won't shoot you if you produce this $200 million cashier's check, don't you?" There was a hint of sarcasm in the Doctor's tone.

　　"There are not many people in the world who can refuse two hundred million dollars." Bondarev smiled, "And killing me wasn't the best option. If I do not return safely to Moscow, the family will know that something has happened to me, and they will not spare you. At that time the secret of Black Swan Harbor will be made known to the world."

　　"Ten times." The doctor threw the cashier's check back to Bondarev.

　　Bondarev froze: "What did you say?"

　　"Your family needs to increase the bid tenfold. I need three years and two billion dollars to complete this research. At that time we will share the whole world."

　　"That amount is beyond my expectations and not easy to raise even for my family."

　　The Doctor laughed coldly: "It seems you really don't know the secret of this cave, in front of which two billion dollars is too small a figure, what is here no one can afford, it is priceless! Your family should be proud to offer this two billion dollars."

　　"Everything has a price, weapons, women, secrets, even souls." Bondarev said.

　　"But who can put a price on God?" The Doctor asked.

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The Lenin's mooring is only 40 kilometers from Black Swan Harbor, and they will be here soon. This new flare is so great that American spy satellites will recognize it as an aurora borealis." Bondarev said.

　　"You had said that the Lenin would not come." The doctor said.

　　"Moscow is not prepared to send the Lenin to Black Swan Harbo, but we can, and now the Lenin is at my family's beck and call."

　　Black shadows rose above the sea level, the roar of a giant bee on its wings approaching at high speed, snow dust twisted into a tornado by the helicopter's rotors, red five stars flashing in the white tornado. It was the "MiG 26" heavy helicopter, codenamed "Halo", one of the pride of the Soviet military industry. The helicopter hovered over the cast iron dock, the searchlights broke through the haze of the night, the hatch opened, and five captains lined up, saluting Bondarev. The communication lights below the belly of the plane blinked up, signaling greetings to Bondarev in Morse code.

　　"Glad to see you're safe and sound, Your Imperial Highness!" The doctor read out the greeting.

　　The fact that they called Bondarev "His Imperial Highness" instead of "comrade" meant that the helicopter and the Lenin on the icy sea were no longer loyal to the Soviet Union, but to the heir to the Romanov dynasty. The name Romanov is about to shine again after almost a century of obliteration in history, and with the power of the Dragons, it is not impossible for them to re-establish hegemony on Earth.

　　Bondarev handed a letter to the Doctor: "This is a letter I wrote to the family, please read it."

　　The Doctor scanned it and handed the letter back to Bondarev.

　　"If things go well, we will be able to relocate within a few weeks." Bondarev handed the letter to a captain who descended down the zip line, "We will build you a brand new research base in the warm and pleasant Baltic Sea, along with a vacation villa."

　　The captain placed a mouthful of boxes at the doctor's feet, containing a case of aged Red Label vodka.

　　"A small gift, so you don't have to worry about running out of booze until we leave Black Swan Harbor." Bondarev said.

　　"I guess I picked the right partner." The Doctor smiled.

***** HE VERY STRONG AND CAPABLE ***********

Bondarev looked alert, his muscles bulging under his uniform. He was a highly trained soldier, capable of breaking a wolf's neck with his bare hands, and had no need to fear this delicate boy, but not daring to take it lightly in the presence of something supernatural, he adjusted himself to a state of immediate danger.

------

Bondarev noticed a transparent figure flashed from his side. It was just a short blink of an eye, a fraction of a second, but Bondarev was trained to the rigors of the KGB and he was absolutely certain it was a person!

-------- IS A HYBRID THAT HAS NO ISSUE KILLING PEOPLE, INCLUDING KIDS ------------

The lieutenant on duty in the boiler room collapsed on the duty desk, a bottle of Red Label vodka still in his hand. A steel-core bullet had penetrated his heart, and Bondarev stood behind the lieutenant with his Makolov pistol.

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At that moment the doctor heard the wind change behind his head, and the beam of the searchlight struck him. He turned sharply and saw huge black shadows hovering in the air, their rotor blades churning the snow into a flurry. It was Halo, the heavy helicopter from the Lenin, which had ventured to Black Swan Harbor in such bad weather.

　　"Didn't you say Halo couldn't fly in a snowstorm of this magnitude?" The Doctor froze. Something hard pressed against his back, it was Bondarev's Makarov pistol. One by one, the steel-core bullets pierced the Doctor's chest, tearing the aging heart into a million pieces. The Doctor spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of his lungs, which had been destroyed in the process. He braced himself and turned his face to look at Bondarev, his eyes filled with shock.

　　"You can't complete the research without me ......," he hissed.

　　"We didn't even try to finish your research." Bondarev's pupils swirled with a gorgeous gold.

　　"Who the hell ...... are you?"

　　Bondarev held the Doctor in place and injected him with adrenaline using an air needle, "Hold on one more minute for the most magnificent scene."

　　The Black Swan Harbor suddenly trembled up tremendously, the sound of a series of explosions spread upward from the ground, but it was not a vacuum bomb detonated in advance, if it was a vacuum bomb, a square kilometer around would be leveled to the ground. A fire rose, and countless pieces of frozen earth spilled onto the frozen sea.

　　"Engineering explosive mines?" The Doctor asked in a hiss.

　　"The new engineering burst mines, even 10,000 years of permafrost, as long as the right eye is chiseled can be blown up. Now in a place you can't see, there is a huge hole with a depth of 180 meters, leading to Rasputin's cave, where we will use the laser to cut through the ice and take away the precious collection that originally belonged to you." Bondarev said, "You have been isolated from the outside world for too long to know the progress of engineering, it is no longer difficult to cut through the tundra in an instant today, once I probe its location."

　　"You ...... want to take that dragon!" The Doctor understood.

　　"Yes," Bondarev replaced the magazine, walked over to the sled, and fired four bullets into the chests of each of the four children.

　　The children died without a struggle from the potent hypnotic drug. It was pure carnage.

　　"You are not the only one who is willing to sacrifice human lives for a great cause." Bondarev pressed his chest in silence for the children he had just killed, looking reverent.

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bestbonnist · 3 years

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The Correlation Between Hayase’s Influence on Her Successors and the Left Hand’s

Since there’s no chapter this week (12th break of the year excluding weeks the magazine wasn’t published) and I didn’t have to write a meta, I took the time to write out one of my theories about Hayase and her successors. This is long and has big blocky paragraphs, but at this point I just want to fucking post it and see if it ages well or not. Maybe I’ll go back and edit it later. So here goes.

The fnae fandom knows that the Left Hand at one point controlled Hisame, Kahaku, Mizuha, and presumably the rest of Hayase’s descendants. The fandom has also accepted that Hayase can exert her will over her successors to a certain extent, which they should probably be making a bigger deal about because that shouldn’t be possible in-universe. But they think her influence is restricted to determining who her successors fall in love with, when that’s not all she’s been doing. The panel of Kahaku from Chapter 134.1 is my proof.

Before I get to analyzing the panel, a few things about Hayase’s power over her successors: First, not all of her successors actually fall in love with Fushi. That’s a misconception, but since Ooima included a specific visual representation of romantic love in her series, we can see that only Kahaku and Mizuha loved Fushi (really more of an infatuation at first) while Hisame and the others tried to flirt with them only because it’s what they were taught. So it’s not something all successors inherit. Actually, the successors aren’t supposed to inherit any of Hayase’s personality, according to the Beholder in Chapter 56 they should be completely separate people.

And yet...

Moving on to the panel of Kahaku in 134.1, within the context of the chapter the best way to interpret it would be: it shows Fushi’s immediate fear when confronted by Hayase’s successors. But if that were all Ooima was trying to convey she would have chosen a moment when Fushi saw Kahaku himself as dangerous or threatening, not anything related to the Left Hand. Kahaku has plenty of those, when he proposed to Fushi is the most prevalent. Also, in the original scene the panel comes from, the moment when Kahaku brings his hand to Fushi’s face is framed so neither of their faces are visible, this panel from 134.1 was the moment we were missing, which makes me think reusing this was planned in advance to change our perception of what was happening. See below from Chapter 106:

All the characters in Fumetsu no Anata e have their own distinct expressions. Yes I know I sound completely crazy talking about different expressions on fictional people, but you can look for yourself and see, at least, that Hayase has a creepy smile that’s unique to her, that chronologically didn’t show up on another character’s face until Kahaku. Where I’m going with this is that it’s possible Hayase was behind the Left Hand getting out of control and killing Fushi, but the question is: how. To answer that, we have to look at Mizuha.

Mizuha and Kahaku both share Hayase’s love for Fushi, and Mizuha additionally reacts to Fushi’s name before knowing who they are (retaining memories, which the Beholder said shouldn’t be possible):

So yeah it seems likely that whatever happened to Kahaku will happen to Mizuha too. To find out why only the two of them have been affected, we need to find out what’s different about them compared to other successors.

I’ll tell you right now, it’s the size of the Left Hand. In Chapter 62 Fushi notices that the Left Hand is smaller on Kahaku than it was before, and in 121.1 the first thing they do upon meeting Mizuha is check and see that she has no knocker. From Chapter 62:

As we know from Mimori and Izumi’s cases, being less visible means the knockers are better at controlling humans than ever, so the check was meaningless and Fushi’s probably at a greater risk of being attacked than they were with Kahaku. Since Mizuha has narrated parts of the story and we’re given snippets of her internal thoughts, we know that she’s not like Mimori and an actual knocker, but given Hayase’s desire for control and immortality she/the Left Hand will probably try to take her over completely, although I don’t know if Hayase and the Left Hand are operating separately, or working together, or if one has absorbed the other, or what.

This might not seem like a big revelation, but for Fushi personally it’ll be a huge fucking deal. It would mean facing off against Hayase again, the one person they truly hate, and the only way for them to get rid of her for good would be to kill Mizuha.

#fumetsu no anata e #to your eternity #to you the immortal #fnae #fnae spoilers #new world arc #renryrr arc #hayase #kahaku #kahak #mizuha #left hand #i have some followers who are mainly here for my metas #if you are one of them know that i am sorry #i added pictures for reference that i think made the whole thing easier to handle #but the chunks of text are still very much there #fnae manga spoilers #fnae anime spoilers

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big-oof-bi-goof · 4 years

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So there’s this meme going around with TMA fans, the whole “hello Jon” thing, but it kind of disappoints me. We, as a fandom, are capable of more. We can do better than this. We just need to Hello Jon. Apologies for the deception, but I wanted to make sure you started reading, so I thought it best not to announce myself.

I’m assuming you’re alone; you always did prefer to read your statements in private. I wouldn’t try too hard to stop reading; there’s every likelihood you’ll just hurt yourself. So just listen.

Now, shall we turn the page and try again?

Statement of Jonah Magnus regarding Jonathan Sims, The Archivist.

Statement begins.

I hope you’ll forgive me the self-indulgence, but I have worked so very hard for this moment, a culmination of two centuries of work. It’s rare that you get the chance to monologue through another, and you can’t tell me you’re not curious.

Why does a man seek to destroy the world?

It’s a simple enough answer: for immortality and power. Uninspired, perhaps, but – my god. The discovery, not simply of the dark and horrible reality of the world in which you live, but that you would quite willingly doom that world and confine the billions in it to an eternity of terror and suffering, all to ensure your own happiness, to place yourself beyond pain and death and fear.

It is an awful thing to know about yourself, but the freedom, Jon, the freedom of it all. I have dedicated my life to handing the world to these Dread Powers all for my own gain, and I feel… nothing but satisfaction in that choice.

I am to be a king of a ruined world, and I shall never die.

I believe there are far more people in this world that would take that bargain than you would ever guess. And I have beaten all of them.

Of course, this desire did not manifest overnight. When Smirke first gathered our little band – Lukas, Scott, and the rest – to discuss and hypothesize on the nature of the things he had learned from Rayner, I felt what I believe we all felt: curiosity, and fear.

But as he compiled his taxonomy and codified his theories on the grand rituals, I began to develop a very specific concern. Smirke was so obsessed with his ideas on balance, even as our fellows began to experiment and fall to the service of our patrons.

I began to worry that if one of them successfully attempted their ritual, then I would be as much a victim as any, trapped in the nightmare landscape of a twisted world.

At first, I attempted prevention, but the cause seemed hopeless. The only way to ensure I did not suffer the tribulations of what I believed to be an inevitable transformation was to bring it about myself. So what began as an experiment soon became a race.

Beyond that, I was getting older, and mortality began to weigh more heavily on my mind. How much in this world is done because we fear death, the last and greatest terror?

I convinced Smirke to work on Millbank, leading him to design it as a temple to all the Fears in equilibrium, such that my own modifications to the design of the Panopticon went… unremarked.

It. Took. Years, for the dread of the prisoners to fully suffuse the place, and I was an old man before I made my first attempt at the Watcher’s Crown, sat in the center of that colossal eye, the great ring of cells encircling me like a coronet.

It was… flawed, of course, as all Smirke’s rituals were, and none of the inmates survived as the power I attempted to harness shook the building almost to pieces, and the murky swamp upon which the prison was built consumed it.

But it left me a gift: For sat in that watchtower, I could see everything I turned my mind to.

It was a dizzying power, and one I discovered I maintained even as I found vessels to extend my life. Of course, I had to make sure the location was kept under my control while I worked on revising my plans, and so I moved the organization I had founded to assist in my research down to London, and the Institute as you know it was born.

I’ll not bore you with details of my bodies and failures through those intervening years. Suffice to say I kept busy, both planning my own next attempt, and doing my best to stymie those others who tried versions of their own.

Surely my interpretation of the Watcher’s Crown had been incomplete; there had been some element of the ritual I had overlooked.

It was not until I met Gertrude Robinson that things began to really come into focus.

You see, the role of Archivist has been part of the Beholding for as far back as my research can go. This isn’t uncommon for the Powers; most of the beliefs around them are guesswork and fallible human interpretation, but there are certain throughlines and consistencies that can be spotted, regardless of the trappings.

But Gertrude was unlike any other Archivist. She simply did not care about compiling experiences or collecting the fears of others. She was driven to stop those who served the Powers.

More than once I thought she must secretly be of the Hunt – but there was never that sick joy in her, that thrill of predator and prey. She had simply decided that this was her position in life, and went about it with a practicality that even I found disconcerting at times.

I once asked her what drove her, what had started her down that path. She told me the Desolation had killed her cat.

I don’t know if she was joking, and, to be honest, I could never bring myself to look into her mind and find out for sure.

In any case, Gertrude’s ruthless efficiency in derailing and collapsing rituals threw into stark relief a question that had been bothering me for almost a hundred and fifty years: In the whole span of humanity, why had nobody ever succeeded?

Perhaps there were a long line of Gertrude Robinsons throughout history, but I found that hard to credit. Could it be, then, that there was something in the very concept of the rituals that meant they couldn’t succeed?

She was clearly having similar thoughts in that last year, all of which culminated with the People’s Church.

When I saw that she was making no preparations whatsoever to stop it, I realized she was putting into practice a theory, and one she couldn’t afford to be wrong. She was going to wait, and see if the unopposed ritual succeeded, or if it collapsed under its own strain as mine had all hose years ago.

Knowing Gertrude, I’m sure she had a backup plan if she had miscalculated – but she had not. The ritual failed. And all at once, I realized what had to be done.

You see, the thing about the Fears is that they can never be truly separated from each other. When does the fear of sudden violence transition into the fear of hunted prey? When does the mask of the Stranger become the deception of the Spiral?

Even those that seem to exist in direct opposition rely on each other for their definition as much as up relies on down.

To try and create a world with only the Buried makes as much sense as trying to conceive a world with only down.

Every ritual tied itself so closely to a single power as to render itself impossible. They could bring their patron close, but never sever it from the others, and eventually it would be violently pulled back into the place next to reality where they dwell.

The solution, then, is simple: A new ritual must be devised which will bring through all the Powers at once. All fourteen, as I had hoped I could complete it before any new powers such as Extinction were able to fully emerge. All under the Eye’s auspices, of course. We mustn’t forget our roots.

And there was only one being that could possibly serve as a lynchpin for this new ritual: The Archivist. A position that had so recently become vacant, thanks to Gertrude’s ill-timed retirement plans.

Because the thing about the Archivist is that – well, it’s a bit of a misnomer.

It might, perhaps, be better named: The Archive.

Because you do not administer and preserve the records of fear, Jon. You are a record of fear, both in mind as you walk the shuddering record of each statement, and in body as the Powers each leave their mark upon you.

You are a living chronicle of terror.

Perhaps, then, if I could find an Archivist and have each Power mark them, have them confront each one and each in turn instill in them a powerful and acute fear for their life, they could be turned into a conduit for the coming of this – nightmare kingdom.

Do you see where I’m going, Jon?

It does tickle me, that in this world of would-be occult dynasties and ageless monsters, the Chosen One is simply that – someone I chose. It’s not in your blood, or your soul, or your destiny. It’s just in your own, rotten luck.

I’ll admit, my options were somewhat limited, but My God, when you came to me already marked by the Web, I knew it had to be you. I even held out some small hope you had been sent by the Spider as some sort of implicit blessing on the whole project, and, do you know what, I think it was.

Of course, I had to bide my time, get a measure of you before I began to push, learn how you worked – So I decided I would wait until something came for you, and see how you reacted. Attacks upon the Archives were not uncommon during Gertrude’s tenure, and, while she was always prepared, I made sure you would not be.

I reasoned if you couldn’t survive a single encounter, you were unlikely to make it through all fourteen. So, when Jane Prentiss attacked, I watched eagerly, one hand on the gas release from the start.

You acquitted yourself well enough, so I decided to see how far you would get, though I waited until the worms were in you before I pulled the lever. I needed to make sure you felt that fear all the way to your bones.

The discovery that one of the Stranger’s minions had infiltrated the Institute in the aftermath was certainly a pleasant bonus. Even if that sliver of paranoia, that vague wrongness you couldn’t quite place wouldn’t count as a mark, it was only a matter of time before it confronted you in a far more direct and affecting matter.

Admittedly, given the advent of the Unknowing, I needn’t have bothered. But what’s the old saying about hindsight?

More important to me was Sasha’s encounter with the Distortion. If it had taken an interest, then I very much wanted it to cross your path.

So I found one of its current victims and convinced her to make a statement.

Poor Helen. I actually had to put her in a taxi myself, she was getting so lost in those narrow London side streets.

It worked, though.

Between the stabbing and at least two desperate flights into its doors – you’re marked very deeply by the Spiral.

Jurgen Leitner was a surprise, of course, and I was forced to improvise. I had no idea how much Gertrude would have told him, and he could very easily have derailed everything if you learned too much too fast.

I… justified it to myself saying I was going to have to send you out into the world anyway, if you were to encounter more of the Powers, but I can’t honestly pretend it wasn’t a… rather rash move.

Still. I’d requested Detective Tonner be assigned to the case when they found Gertrude’s body in the hope that having a Hunter in the mix would eventually lead to a confrontation, and setting you up as a killer certainly hastened that.

Then it was just a matter of feeding you statements to lead you to a few Avatars I thought were likely to harm you – but probably would stop short of actually killing you.

Jude served her purpose exactly as I had hoped, as did our dearly departed Mr Crew, marking you for the Desolation and the Vast.

Honestly, I had – nothing to do with Melanie and her Slaughter adventure, but when I saw the situation, I made sure to trap her here, so when her rage bubbled over you would be right there, a ready target.

I didn’t foresee the mark coming from surgery gone wrong, but it was a very pleasant surprise.

The Unknowing was a distraction, but not an unwelcome one. For this to work, you needed more than just the marks; you needed power. And that was something the Unknowing served to test, though it posed no actual danger in the grand scheme of things.

And it did serve another purpose, of course. It inadvertently pushed you to confront death, a mark I had been very worried about trying to orchestrate. If I tried too early, you’d just die. Too late, and you might be powerful enough to see the attempt coming, and maybe even understand why.

As it was, it was just right, and once again, you came through with flying colors.

By this point, your abilities were coming along in leaps and bounds, and I was concerned that meeting face-to-face might end up with you Knowing something you shouldn’t.

I had initially planned to go into hiding, but when your colleagues surprised me with the police, well. It was simple enough to cut a deal.

All that remained, then, were the Dark, the Flesh, the Buried, and the Lonely.

I was a little put out when that idiot Jared Hopworth misinterpreted my letters and attacked the Institute too soon, before you were even out of the hospital, but then – Ho, you should have see my face when you voluntarily went to him.

I couldn’t see what happened in there, of course, but given how you came out, I’m very sure it counts as a mark.

I suspected the coffin might turn up again, and once it did, it was simply a matter of getting any, uh… restraining factors you might have had flying off on a wild goose chase, and waiting.

Honestly, Detective Tonner has been proving invaluable through this process. I’d been racking my brains for months about what I could use to lure you in.

And, of course, I knew the Dark Sun was just sitting there waiting. So when it came time, I just whipped up another apocalypse and sent you on your merry way.

Then all that remained was the Lonely.

Poor Peter. He really should have left well enough alone. Or just done what I’d asked in the first place.

Ah well. He knew what I was attempting, and was very unwilling to cooperate until I made him a little wager about Martin.

Of course, he had no way of knowing that, in addition to setting you up for the final mark, he was giving you all the tools you needed to escape from it.

How is Martin, by the way? He looks well. You will keep an eye on him when all this is over, won’t you? He’s earned that.

And there, I think, we are brought just about up to date. I have enjoyed our little trip down memory lane, but past here lies only impatience.

You are prepared. You are ready. You are marked. The power of the Ceaseless Watcher flows through you, and the time of our victory is here.

Don’t worry, Jon. You’ll get used to it here, in the world that we have made.

Now. Repeat after me.

You who watch and know and understand none. You who listen and hear and will not comprehend. You who wait and wait and drink in all that is not yours by right.

Come to us in your wholeness.

Come to us in your perfection.

Bring all that is fear and all that is terror and all that is the awful dread that crawls and chokes and blinds and falls and twists and leaves and hides and weaves and burns and hunts and rips and leads and dies!

Come to us.

I – OPEN – THE DOOR!

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screechingpulsar · 3 years

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TMA: The 16th Entity is You?

*Heads up! I’m discussing The Entities, so there are possible spoilers in here! I’m terrible at catching specifics though so a blanket warning is all I can give, as well as say that I’ve listened to up to MAG183 at the time of writing this.*

Additional content warnings include: mention/discussion of the climate crisis, abuse (mostly physical and mental or generally), and mental illness (particularly intrusive thoughts and compulsions, and feeling like you’re a terrible person).

Also here’s a TL;DR because this became Very Long:

I saw on the fandom wiki a forum post about the fear of oneself and which Entity that would fit under

Several possibilities were entertained: The Web, The Stranger, The Spiral, The Lonely, The Corruption, The Hunt, The Desolation, and The Slaughter

I argue that it’s actually kinda in a league on its own as one of the few fears I can think of that doesn’t quite fit under the Big 14 (much like why The Extinction is sorta considered its own thing, despite sharing elements with several other fears)

So behold, fear Entity number 16, The Self, or “You”, “Human”, “I Am The Monster”.

Also one more disclaimer: I’m not saying this is canon at all, just an interesting possibility. Personally I’m actually fond of the “fear soup” theory and don’t think that the Entities actually exist in any meaningful capacity beyond characters’ perceptions and as a way to organize certain manifestations of whatever Thing feeds on all this fear. So basically that thing about ants looking at humans, but one step higher than individual manifestations < Entities (ie. Entities < Some Great Fear-Eater)

So I was browsing the TMA wiki and I came across a question asking what Entity the fear of oneself would fall under. (Like for instance, if you were scared of being an abusive or manipulative person, or being one again, or just generally afraid of your own capacity for malice and harm.)

Super interesting fear to bring up, especially with a lot of guilt-ridden “avatars” running around, including our protagonists! So which Power could that type of fear fall under?

Arguments I saw:

The Web, but like, backwards: Basically, because manipulation and control fall under the Web’s vibes, some people thought a fear of being the manipulator could fit under here. If I were to argue this, I’d also add that being afraid of yourself because you’re scared you’ll lose control of yourself and hurt someone is a pretty Webby fear.

The Stranger: Typically depicted as the fear of the unknown, uncanny, or unfamiliar, the Stranger could also include the fear of one’s self becoming an unknown: of seeing a stranger when you look in the mirror. If one views harmful or abusive behaviour as something outside of their character, a fear of somehow doing that anyway could be tied to this loss of identity.

The Spiral: I could really just sum this up in one word: gaslighting. The Spiral is associated with your perceptions of reality being untrustworthy, with distortions in reality and your senses being tricked. Again, you could say that if you’re scared of being someone else’s Spiral, that kinda fits under here, but I’d also point out if you’re scared of being unable to recognize when you’re hurting someone, of distorting your perception of your own actions to justify them, that could fit nicely under the Spiral as well.

The Lonely: This one isn’t super strong imo, but people did point out that being scared of yourself and your capacity to hurt others would almost certainly result in you choosing to isolate yourself for their sake. But I think that misses the point of the Lonely. The Lukases, by serving the Lonely, have chosen to become sort of manifestations of it. They aren’t its victims. The Lonely is the fear of being alone, not isolation itself (which is why its other name is Forsaken: a fear of being abandoned).

The Corruption: The Corruption is tied to toxic relationships, and holding onto things even as they rot and become toxic or just gross. So if your fear of yourself being Terrible is tied to being clingy, codependent, suffocating (hmm... almost like the Buried *wink* but not really), or otherwise harmful by refusing to let go, even as rot seeps into the relationship, I see how that could work.

The Hunt: If you’re scared of becoming a predator, or believe you have predatory instincts and are trying to run from them, well... Yeah, that’s the Hunt’s whole thing. A little niche for it, but hey. Why not?

The Desolation: Again, if your fear is heavily tied to what you could destroy in others, yes, it fits. Or even, perhaps, the idea of destroying your own potential, of “wasting” whatever work you’ve done to be better. Oops that’s really relevant to TMA

The Slaughter: Sudden violence, your own unpredictable nature. If volatility and bloodshed are tied to your self-fear, then yeah, Slaughter is definitely on the table.

(mine) The Extinction: What? Why? you might ask. But hear me out: the Extinction isn’t just about the world ending. It’s about the world ending because of humans. Because of our own awful decisions. Because we fucked it up, because we suck. The fear that we are terrible enough to deserve such a horrible fate.

So those are a lot of candidates for where this fear could fit under, but because of that, my thoughts turn to another Entity... a very hotly debated one...

The Extinction. A fear that contains death (the End), destruction of potential (the Desolation), violence and war (if you think it’ll end that way) (the Slaughter), disease (ditto) (the Corruption), widescale replacement of something not-us but similar to us (the Stranger), something happening on a scale too large to comprehend (The Vast), being crushed/swallowed up by the Earth (if that’s how you think it’ll go) (The Buried), the concept of Sole Survivors (the Lonely), being trapped and/or powerless (the Web), and many other awful things.

Huh, that’s a Lot of fears to be tied to... almost like...the above list for the fear of the self... HMMMM

(For those curious, that’s 9 fear-ties for the Extinction, and 8 for the Self, [9 if you count the Extinction] so like even numerically there’s Something there...)

So in-universe, people have argued that the Extinction is too new to fully manifest, that it doesn’t exist at all and is actually just parts/combos of the Big 14, or that it has always been around with the other 14 Entities and is just only becoming more powerful now bc of the climate crisis and all that. I’m partial to the latter argument bc ask anyone whose people have suffered a genocide and see what they think about the fear of being wiped out. Yeah. That fear ain’t new.

And here we have a fear that could hypothetically exist as parts of the other 14-15, that could be too ambient to fully manifest yet, or that is in existence but weak bc of its lack of extreme prominence.

And so, I present to the judges: fear Entity number 16, The Self, aka “You”, “Human”, or “I Am The Monster”.

The fear of the Self is pretty self explanatory at first glance. It’s the fear of your own capabilities: to be cruel, to be apathetic, to hurt and destroy and self-sabotage. That the world rests on your incapable shoulders and you aren’t enough.

Manifestations include: high-stakes situations with no “good” solution, situations where only one person is given responsibility for a task but has no support and/or way to complete it, reflections that hiss criticisms at you whenever you look at them, hallucinations of committing terrible acts, objects that compel the holder to fixate on their worst thoughts/impulses until they act on them, and people who hold you responsible for everything going wrong, a social media account that broadcasts every judgmental or Problematic thought you’ve ever had (or maybe... a book? :3c ).

Possible ritual: A mirror maze full of traps and team obstacles, but the only people sent into it are groups who’d be awful teammates for each other, and who are killed or separated any time they start making progress. It builds up power and starts becoming larger and more elaborate, until it covers the world... (Or can’t keep people who work well together apart lol) I don’t have a name for it, and don’t actually like this idea all that much.

Or alternatively, being such an internal fear, You have no ritual. Everything You need is already inside you. :)

Actually read through this whole mess? Sweet, please tell me what you think/leave your own ideas/additions! Is there another possible Entity you can think of? Do you think my theory is trash and so am I? Is there a fear that you could link the fear of the self to that I didn’t mention? Reblog/reply and share your thoughts!!

#tma #the magnus archives #tma the entities #tma theory #tma spoilers #jic #one day i will write something of a normal length #but that day is not today #so here's my fucking essay about an entity that doesn't exist #also while i can totally justify the fear of the self being something an entity could feed off of #tbh i have a really hard time thinking of Supernatural Manifestations of it #bc like #it's a fear of oneself #you are the manifestation of that lmao #same with the ritual #what kind of world would best feed a thing that feeds on the fear of the self?#i could think of some domains though #anyway

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What are some of the tvd to fandoms greatest hits so to speak... I was only in it for a short time and then jumped out because I couldn't stand to

Oh, well allow me to be your guide. This will be under a read more because I already know, I’m gonna write a whole essay. Shout out to my ride or die @hellsbellschime.

I don’t think any overtly crazy happened during the good!TVD years. No wait, I’m lying.

The year the spin-off got announced, I believe it was tvguide, that posted an article with like info tidbits for currently airing shows. And one of them, was that Hayley was pregnant with Klaus’ kid. I remember this shit so clearly, man. Everyone was so confused. And then they were like SURPRISE, APRIL FOOLS. Because it was in fact April 1st. So ha-ha we all had a laugh, great. Fastforward to what, late April? Episode 4x20 airs, and it’s exactly what happened???

That whole day btw, the day the backdoor pilot for TO aired was just insanity. I’ll say that about a lot of days in this answer, but that day was really just something else. Like we were delirious, that’s the only way I can explain what happened on here. It was a nightmare but also one of the funniest night’s I’ve ever spent on here. I gotta go back for old time’s sake and reblog some of the shit from that night because we all snapped. And not in the good way.

The TVD 100th. Now, we knew Joseph was coming back for that episode so they hype was real. Because up until that point, we’d gotten a huge load of nothing in regards to Klaroline. They released a trailer, a short one, that’s still in my favorites folder on youtube to this day. I rewatch it all the time because it’s iconic. And there was literally .002 seconds of Klaroline. It’s Caroline standing and then Klaus says “hello, caroline” and everyone lost their shit so much when it dropped that ‘hello caroline’ trended ww on twitter.

THE DAY THE NETWORK THAT AIRED TVD IN AUSTRALIA AIRED A PROMO WITH THE KLAROLINE KISS IN 5X11. ICONIC. I literally woke up, logged on at around 11 AM my time, and my dashboard was on fire. It was the BEST. We didn’t know wtf to do, it was amazing.

Paleyfest. Ohhhh buddy, lemme tell ya. So TVD/TO got chosen to have the CW panel’s at Paleyfest that year. Everyone was on a bit of edge because TO to that point was what, almost done with S1 and Klaroline had been given the mega cold-shoulder despite being the very thing other than the Mikaelson’s that got used to lure people in? After the pregnancy plot from hell, everyone was ready to peace tf out, but we got halted because it was a ‘ohh of course it’s gonna continue’ then they tried to nip Klaroline in the bud with 5x11 and no one was having it. So Paleyfest was where we were gonna get some ANSWERS, DAMMIT. I live on the east coast and the festival was held in the west coast so I wasn’t awake when it was happening. I remember making a post about how ‘going to sleep, and hoping when I woke up the answers were good.’. So I went to sleep, woke up a few hours later like 2-3 AM my time, and checked my blog and the first message I had was ‘don’t wake up stephanie, everything is a mess, stay asleep where everything’s fine’ I—

The gist of that was, they basically set JoMo up to be the bad-cop in shutting down Klaroline. He gave this long answer that made absolutely zero sense. The girl who asked the question about Klaroline, who was like 13 at the time, got called a bully for even asking a question at an event she paid to be at. A mess. And JP was like NO CROSSOVERS, ORGANIC, BLAH BLAH. And Paul was sitting next to her going “why can’t the show’s just intersect”, he was right and he said it.

I can’t remember if this was S1 or S2, but somebody tweeted something and Carina replied ‘when you’re found dead in your basement with klaroline written on you this is why’ or something like that, that was a ~fun~ night. And then like half an hour later she was like “I’m sorry, I’ll never tweet about Klaroline again just leave me alone” if you’ve ever seen this fandom refer to ourselves as basement dwellers, this night is why.

NARDUCCI. Can’t forget him. Talk about a man who just didn’t get it. And I don’t mean Klaroline, he just didn’t get anything, nothing in his head has ever clicked, I’m convinced. He used to pick fights on twitter repeatedly. Admitted once that he missed his flight because he was on twitter…arguing with a fan. AND ONE DAY, he decided to just—snap. Went on this hours long tirade against the Klaroline fandom, essentially calling everyone stupid because no one was appreciating the ‘art’ of the show. So when I say it lasted hours, I mean that. Now, you’d think, that he would be done, right? WELL, apparently that wasn’t enough, so the next day, he continued. I remember because I was in this gc on whatsapp, and I remember Erika sending a message to the gc going “omg, Narducci vs KCers round 2″ when I tell you I screamed. The man went on a two-day rampage against this fandom and it was insane.

S6/S2 of TVD/TO was not a fun time. I can genuinely say it was borderline a chore to come on here during that time. It wasn’t fun, every day someone was in argument with someone from production on twitter. Truly the worst year of the fandom, imo. So S7/S3 rolls around and that’s where shit went nuclear.

Hillary and I, are minding our own damn business, when someone come’s to us with information regarding the new seasons. This was post-SDCC, so it’s like the lull of September, waiting for the seasons to start in October. And we get approached with information, talkin bout how Caroline’s gonna be pregnant with Alaric’s twins in S7. When I tell you we didn’t know wtf to do. And we had to like wait on confirmation about it but then we found out it was legit and we were pissed. Literally ask us if we wanted to be in the spoiler game, the answer is no tf we did not. And she and I basically spent two days complaining. LIKE UGHHHH WE DON’T WANNA DO THIS, BUT ALSO THIS IS DISGUSTING, WE CAN’T JUST LET THEM SPRING THIS ON EVERYONE, BUT AGHH WHY US. So we chose collectively, as a duo, because das my other half yo, to blab.

That went over as best as anyone could hope for it to go. Now, flashforward yet again, this time to around late Novemeber/December. I had been sent word that something was going down. TVD/TO lost their Thursday slots and got bumped to Friday’s, so a plan was going on, and they made one. We’d heard that they were rearranging something mid-season because they were gonna make a crossover work, publicly we found out it would be Paul and JoMo that crossover back-to-back. THEN ONE NIGHT—I call it black friday bc that day was a fucking mess—, a friend of mine was friends with an SCer, I wanna say, and she was hearing word that the crossover did have Klaus and Caroline interact via phone call, but that it was very definitively an ending. Because they spoke about Camille and Stefan, etc, etc. Like a closing of the book type thing. So okay, we were like devastated, everyone on twitter was losing their shit. Everyone was pissed, and @-ing the writers all these crazy, sad things, we were a wreck. Ask Hillary about this night because she, I remember, describes it as ‘logging on and reading what everyone else had and not understanding why tf everyone was mad about it’. It was the first and last time that our roles were reversed, and bless her for it.

SO WE’RE SITTING THERE, it’s Saturday, and we kept getting more information and we were like…something isn’t right here. So we did a bit of digging, spoke to a few people and waited it out. LO AND BEHOLD, everything we’d heard about the phone call was false. There was a phone call but the CKers and SCers were so mad about what was actually said in it, that a few of em, ring leaders of the feeble minded, made up a version and passed it around their fandoms as legit till it eventually worked it’s way over to us. So we all jumped the gun on fake information, lmfskdnknsks. Rumor has it, you can still hear Hillary yelling ‘I told you so’ at me through our group chat.

So all was well, I couldn’t tell everyone why not to panic, just that they didn’t need to. Until, this account popped up called tvdspoiler or something on twitter, also saying false information about the phone call. Sending everyone into a panic yet again. I remember this because I was at kmart with my mom, and the kmart by my house was in a basement so I had no cell service. I was able to send like a couple of messages, and was basically like ‘tell everyone to chill, I’ll clear it up when I get home’ did that in like a couple of hours cause then I had to leave to the midnight showing of the force awakens with my friends. So that day was chaotic, but fun. It was the first time I reached 99+ messages on my inbox, lmao.

So that all happened like a good while before we actually saw the episode. But cut to a few weeks later. I woke up at 1 AM my time to drink water, was on tumblr trying to go back to sleep. I checked my inbox and there was this bizarre message talking about ‘got some scoop’ and they were like ‘Finn dies in 3x17, Aurora gets put into some weird sleeping spell in 3x18, Camille and Davina die in 3x19, Lucien dies in 3x20′ and I quite literally laughed??? Literally who wouldn’t. Like who tf would ever believe TO had the balls to do all of that when they never killed anyone off. AND, WHO WOULD BELIEVE THAT SOMEONE WOULD JUST STOP BY, SHARE IT AND LEAVE. So I sent a screenshot to Hillary and was like ‘yo did you get this because wtf’. We often got duplicate messages. And we often got messages of people who were pissed about the two previous times we, from the klaroline fandom of all places, had legit info that wound up being true, that they were just waiting for us to fuck up. So we used to get messages of people pretending they were sharing info, and it was just antis trying to make us look stupid.

SO, Hillary says ‘just answer it because it’s obviously fake’ top ten moments before disaster. I answer it and am like oh haha, and where did that info come from. And they came back like a minute later, saying ‘I have a source’ THEN THEY ELABORATED. They mentioned that Lucien drags Freya and Vincent to Mystic Falls to do this spell with some bullet and etc. So at that point we were like fUCK because that same day we’d found out was in 3x16, which ended with Lucien and this white-oak bullet, having kidnapped Freya. And that’s when we knew, that someone showed up in the middle of the night, spoiled the whole back-half of TO S3—and then left.

The back-half of S3 was so fun??? Every week the info just kept coming true. On the wikia everyone hated me, probably the most anti messages I ever had was during that time, honestly it was great, 10/10 would recommend.

THEN, at some point in our blog history, Hillary had been getting quite a few messages about PT. And she had this fucking line in one of the messages about Phoebe’s pronunciation with her accent for the show, or lack thereof. And she said “weeches and woves will always have a place in my heart” SO THEM PHOEBE TWEETED IT. THAT EXACT LINE, and we were like was she...? So we shrugged off okay. A few days later, she tweeted “hellsbellschime enough, there’s plenty of other things to watch on tv, I hear mad men’s great.” And I—

THIS WAS ON SOME RANDOM ASS SUNDAY. Like I was lounging around, waiting for the new episode of game of thrones and then WHAM, chaos. AND AS IF THAT WASNT ENOUGH, Leah joined in too. Putting a target on my friends back...about her blog that no one was making them read. You can’t make that shit up. And Jenn actually replied to Phoebe’s tweet and got a reply back, and she was all “you’re right, I’m sorry” and then deleted the original tweet, which I still have a screenshot of btw. And then Leah showed up in Hillary’s inbox with this ridiculous three part ask about how she shouldn’t criticize women in the acting industry because of how hard it is for women in that industry which is true, but it doesn’t make you exempt from criticism??? So not sure where she meant to go with that one.

SO THERE WE HAVE IT, our fandom’s greatest hits. I’m sure I can elaborate and insert more, but I’ve been typing for a good 40 minutes.

Told ya, I wrote a whole dissertation, lmaooo.

#Stephanie talks fandom #klaroline #Anonymous

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raywritesthings · 4 years

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Happy Accident 2/3

My Writing Fandom: Arrow Characters: Oliver Queen, Laurel Lance, Felicity Smoak, Curtis Holt, John Constantine, Barry Allen, Iris West, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow Pairing: Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen, Barry Allen/Iris West Summary: Felicity’s punch has consequences no one intended, driving Oliver to take drastic measures with their own unexpected result. *Can be read on AO3, link in bio*

It was difficult trying to move in all this wet leather that clung to her skin like it was stuck with glue. Being cold and uncomfortable was distracting in itself; she hadn’t had any physical discomfort in that other realm, hadn’t wanted for any material need.

But now she was here in the real world, she was pretty sure. Oliver had brought her back even though she’d thought that was impossible now. “Is that a Lazarus Pit?”

“Yeah. Turns out there were more.” He pulled a big, fluffy towel out of a pack that Laurel eagerly took when he crouched down to pass it to her. He stayed there, smiling at her in a way he hadn’t for a long time, a way that always guaranteed to turn her insides to mush. Laurel tried to find something else to distract herself with.

“Who painted my nails black?” She was really starting to worry about her dad’s mental state if this was what he’d chosen to lay her to rest in.

“...you did?” A vaguely familiar voice said in what seemed to be a question. Looking past Oliver allowed her to see Curtis Holt, the man that had helped them save Oliver’s life and rescue Thea and Felicity from Brie Larvan’s attack on Palmer Tech. Felicity was here, too, staring at Laurel with an unreadable expression on her face.

Constantine had circled around to stare at her as well. “Oliver, if something’s gone sideways, I need to know.”

“It hasn’t — it’s not bad. You were right, I couldn’t find Black Siren’s soul.”

“Oh, she didn’t have one? Color me shocked,” Felicity muttered.

To Laurel’s surprise, Oliver ignored her entirely. “But it turned out that, even though her soul had fallen out of our Earth’s vibrational frequency, Laurel’s hadn’t.”

“Wait,” said Curtis. “You’re telling us this is Laurel-Laurel? Like the good one?”

Laurel raised an eyebrow at that. Since when had she been a ‘bad one’?

“Yes,” Oliver confirmed.

Felicity’s mouth fell open. “Laurel body-snatched her own doppelganger’s body?”

“This isn’t my body?” Laurel asked, her heart — or someone’s heart — doing a funny lurch. She ran both hands down her face. Everything felt like herself, except — was there a hole in her nose? She had a nose ring now?

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Oliver promised, his hands on her shoulders helping steady her. Behind him, Curtis and Felicity seemed less convinced.

“Oh man. Oh man, this is way beyond what I signed up for.”

“Why did you grab the wrong soul? You really thought it was a good idea to just mix and match people’s souls? This could be a disaster!”

“If everyone could shut it a moment?” Constantine demanded loudly, and they did. He nudged Oliver back a couple feet and stood over her, waving his arms and murmuring what to her basically sounded like gibberish under his breath. When he at last stopped, his shoulders sagged in relief. “For better or worse, she’s stable. An exorcism shouldn’t be necessary, and it’d be damn difficult to do since she is so compatible with this body.”

Laurel leaned slightly away at the word ‘exorcism’, but felt the tension leave her upon hearing the rest. She wasn’t totally sure how she felt inhabiting what was apparently a version of her body from another Earth. And really, what had happened to the other her that had led to Laurel inhabiting this body?

“How exactly did the other me die?” She asked. She had to assume the other her had died if they’d been trying to get her back with a Lazarus Pit.

The range of reactions was something to behold; from Oliver’s wince to Curtis squeezing his eyes shut and shying away to Felicity’s stiff, “There was an accident. But that doesn’t really matter, now, because… you’re back. The real you, this time. Kind of ironic considering she pretended to be you at first.”

“She did?” Laurel really wasn’t sure what to think from the bits and pieces she was learning about the other her – though she couldn’t help thinking that real was an oversimplification of what she was in relation to her doppelganger. Her doppelganger had been real, too, had lived and died. Was it right for her now to be living in her place?

Laurel didn’t want to be dead, though. Before she had died had been some of the best months of her life; she’d finally felt like she had everything to live for. She couldn’t and didn’t want to change that she was back, as selfish as it seemed.

“It’s a long story,” Oliver said. “There’s a lot we’re gonna have to catch you up on.”

“Wish I wasn’t used to that feeling.” Laurel shifted so that she could get back onto her feet — or her doppelganger’s feet. She didn’t know if she ought to keep reminding herself of that out of respect to the other woman or if it was just going to end up driving her mad. She was a little unsteady in the heeled boots she had on considering her feet were still damp inside them, and Oliver rose to his own feet to steady her, one hand on her arm, the other supporting her back. She smiled up at him a bit timidly; that other place she had been in was beginning to fade from her mind, and Laurel couldn’t help but to focus on the last conversation she remembered having in the land of the living until now.

“I’m going to need all of you to step outside while I place the protective enchantments over this Pit,” Constantine said.

They filed out, Laurel wrapping the towel tighter around her shoulders as she was met with cold mountain air. Oliver guided her to shelter against an outcrop of rock, one hand rubbing her back to help warm her.

“So what was the plan after this, exactly?” Felicity shouted to be heard over the wind. Laurel shifted to try and make a little more room for her friend to come stand with them, yet Felicity remained where she was using Curtis as a buffer.

“I was going to call a secure ARGUS transport,” Oliver said. “But we don’t need them now.”

“We do need a way to get a legally dead woman back into the US, though,” Curtis pointed out. Laurel found herself wondering why he was here. Not that she had anything against Curtis, she just would have pictured John or Thea being the third person to accompany them on this resurrection mission. Then again, she had no way of knowing how long it had been or what might have happened to Thea or John in the meantime. That was an unpleasant thought.

Oliver nodded. “Felicity, see if you can get a hold of Cisco.”

Their friend turned away to do just that. Laurel desperately wanted to know why there was still such a coldness between the pair, and why it no longer just seemed to be on Felicity’s side of things. And why had Oliver apologized to her about Felicity? Except it hadn’t been to her, it had been to some other version of her. Something had happened that no one seemed to want to get into right now. She’d let it go for a time, but once she was warm and in comfortable clothes, Laurel wanted to know just what exactly had been going on while she was dead.

Constantine joined them outside. “Well, you lot got a way back yet?”

“Working on it, John,” Oliver told him.

“Then I suppose this is goodbye for now,” he said. “Laurel, always a pleasure.” The man leaned in and gave her a light peck on the cheek, which Laurel couldn’t help noticing had Oliver grimacing. “You take better care of these Lance girls, Oliver, or I might have to steal them from you.”

“Well, Sara speaks for herself, but I’m happy where I am,” Laurel said before Oliver could try to speak up on her behalf. He looked mollified by her answer anyway.

Constantine shrugged with a grin. “Worth a try. Right then, I’ll be off. Good luck in your new life!” He turned and sauntered down the mountain path, only the trail of cigarette smoke left in his wake after a moment.

“Cisco says he’ll make the breach and that we just step through,” Felicity shouted. “He doesn’t want to come to Siberia, apparently. Can’t imagine why.”

“Step through what?” Laurel asked, but then her answer arrived in the form of a strange, blue, rippling circle of energy opening up just a few feet ahead of them.

“Oh, thank you,” Curtis said before promptly running through it and not coming out the other side.

“Ollie?” Laurel asked.

“Just trust me,” he said, taking her hand as Felicity went through next. Laurel nodded and walked through it with him.

She could see nothing but blue all around them for a moment, and then they had somehow stepped out into some sort of command center of a room with computers and metal tables. Caitlin Snow and Cisco were there, along with a woman Laurel didn’t know.

“Thanks for the pickup,” Felicity was saying as she rubbed her hands together. “I was not looking forward to going back down that mountain.”

“So what were you all doing out there anyway?” Caitlin asked. She froze as her gaze passed over all of them and stopped on Laurel. “Oh!”

“Uh, hi,” said Laurel. “I’m back.”

Rather than surprise or even happiness meeting that statement, however, Caitlin paled, the unknown woman reached for a gun and Cisco sent some kind of blast of that blue energy at her, knocking her clean off her feet.

“We’ve got Siren!” He called out.

“Hey!” Oliver rushed to her side, but to her own amazement, Laurel was already shaking it off and getting back to her feet with her fists clenched. Figured this was the kind of welcome she got when coming back from the dead. “Just give me a minute to explain,” Oliver was saying.

Laurel saw a streak of lightning rush into the room straight toward her, her fight or flight response kicking in of its own accord. Without her even willing it, she released a scream like she used to with her choker device. Except instead of it just producing a noise this time, she felt the power of it rush out of her in waves that impacted Barry and pinned him against the opposite wall.

“Laurel, Laurel, stop!” Oliver’s hand on her arm snapped her out of her fighting stance, and the scream let up.

She backed up a couple steps, one hand going to her throat. “How did I do that?”

“It- she could do that,” he answered. “She was a metahuman.”

“Oliver, are we sure she isn’t still — that maybe some of her is still in there?” Felicity asked, eyeing Laurel warily.

“John didn’t seem to think so.”

“Okay, is someone going to actually explain what we’re talking about and why Black Siren shouldn’t go back in the pipeline?” Cisco asked, loud enough to cut through what seemed to be a brewing argument.

“Because I’m not Black Siren,” Laurel said. “I’m me. And I didn’t mean to do that just now. I didn’t even know I could. I’m sorry,” she said to Barry, who was just struggling to his feet with the unnamed woman’s help.

“Well, thanks for the apology,” he grunted. “But I’m not following. You’re not Black Siren, you just have her clothes and her powers and look just like her?”

“Well, that’s what happens when Oliver decides to drop original Laurel’s soul in Black Siren’s body on a whim,” Felicity remarked.

The Flash team all looked suitably stunned. Laurel shifted a bit uncomfortably. She really didn’t know what the process was for accepting that you were yourself, but slightly not at the same time. Somewhere else, the body she had always known was still rotting away in a grave. Somehow she kept whatever contents might have been in her other self’s stomach at the thought.

“So… she’s our Laurel instead?” Caitlin asked at last.

“Yes,” Oliver seemed glad to answer.

Cisco was the first of the group to approach, scrutinizing her for a long moment. “What was the thing I asked for in exchange for the Canary Cry?”

“What did I say I’d do if you showed anyone?” Laurel answered with her own question. The others looked, if anything, even more wary.

But Cisco’s face split into a wide beam. “Can I hug you?”

Laurel, who had not been hugged yet since coming back from the dead, opened her arms obligingly. Cisco practically flew into them.

“We missed you so much! I love how no one from Star stays dead!”

Cisco’s teammates were all relaxing now that he had given the green light of sorts, and one by one approached her for hugs as well, though in the case of the woman who came up after Barry it was accompanied with a, “I’m Iris. It’s really great to finally meet the you the others have all told me about.”

“Thank you.”

“And you’re a metahuman now? I mean, this is even more awesome,” Cisco was saying.

“Is no one really going to miss the other me?” Laurel couldn’t help asking. A part of her felt she ought to stick up for her not-self.

When her question was met with a round of shaking heads from just about everyone but Oliver, she cringed. She could only imagine the worst.

“So how exactly did her soul replace Black Siren’s? And how are you gonna explain Laurel’s being alive? I mean, is she gonna resume living in Star?” Barry was asking Oliver. They were good questions, but Laurel was honestly starting to feel a little overwhelmed to consider it all. She still didn’t even know how long she’d been dead for.

“You look like you could use a shower and maybe some of your own clothes,” Iris noted. “Come on, I can show you where to find stuff.”

“Thanks,” Laurel said, catching Oliver’s eye briefly as she made to leave the room. He nodded, indicating he understood where she was heading, then returned to speaking with Barry. “So, when did you join Barry’s team?”

“Oh, I’ve known for a couple years now,” Iris answered her. “But I’ve known Barry since we were kids. We finally decided to give dating a shot a couple months ago.”

Laurel returned Iris’ happy smile with one of her own. “Good for you. Dating your best friend… it’s really special.” It had been one of the happiest times of her life before it was over.

But why was it starting to feel like Oliver didn’t think it was? Was it his happiness to have her back that she was misreading, or had something changed in a way she’d never dared to hope?

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Barry gestured for Oliver to follow him out into the hall since Felicity and Curtis were already talking with Caitlin and Cisco. “So how exactly did this all start?”

“That’s a long story,” Oliver said with a sigh. “But I guess it started when Black Siren really did come to town. Prometheus, another archer, had broken her out and wanted her to pass herself off as our Laurel to mess with our heads, I guess. We ended up realizing it was a trick and capturing her, only Felicity let her escape to try and follow her to Prometheus,” Oliver explained, a frown on his face as he continued, “which nearly killed a security guard and led to Siren dying when Felicity sucker-punched her.”

Barry’s eyes went wide. Felicity had killed someone? He just couldn’t picture it. “And then?”

“And then, I… I don’t know if I can explain what watching her die again was like for me, Barry. My own team doesn’t even understand it. I called John Constantine, and maybe it was rash, but when he told me there were still other Lazarus Pits out there, I couldn’t just… not when my team was responsible. Not again. I know that sounds — she wasn’t even my Laurel—”

“No, I get it. I’ve met other versions of my loved ones, too. It affects you.” He could still remember holding Earth-2’s Iris close as her Joe slipped away from them at the hospital, a lump in his throat that had made it painful to breath. “And trust me, you don’t have to explain what watching something like that does, how desperate it makes you. I know.”

And the thing was, Barry thought he was starting to get something else, too. He had heard about Oliver and Felicity’s breakup last year a month or so after it had happened. When they had all met up to combat the Dominators last month, the two had seemed on good enough terms for a working partnership, but nowhere near the level of intimacy they had had the same time last year — when they hadn’t been fighting in one timeline, Barry supposed.

So when Oliver had told him about the dream world the Dominators had stuck him and some of the others in, that it had been a perfect life with his parents still alive and him about to be married to the love of his life, Barry had wondered at the time about the lack of a name. Part of him had assumed that Felicity had been implied, yet now he was starting to think that hadn’t been correct. Especially when Oliver and Felicity hardly even seemed cordial with each other now if Felicity’s sarcastic remarks and Oliver’s clear frustration with her actions towards Black Siren were any indication.

“Thank you, Barry,” Oliver said, drawing him out of those thoughts.

“Hey, you were there for me about Flashpoint. I am always gonna be in your corner no matter what the call,” he said. “So I guess you guys went to this Pit?”

Oliver nodded. “Yeah, we met John there and restored Siren’s body to life. When people are fully killed, their souls have to be restored separately. Laurel and I rescued Sara’s last year, but when I went in with John this time, there was nothing at first. He thinks that because she was on a different world to her own, her soul was lost to us.”

“Wow,” Barry said, making a mental note never to die on another Earth. “You said there was nothing at first?”

“Yeah. But then I heard a voice calling for me. It was Laurel. I don’t know how or why they were connected like that, how she knew I was there. But I am so thankful.”

It was hard to wrap his head around. Barry was a scientist first and foremost, no matter how strange the science in his life had become. He didn’t fully understand everything that went on in Star these days any more than they seemed to understand metahumans. Though who knew if that would change now that Laurel was one.

But if Laurel was alive again and Oliver was happy, then Barry supposed the rest of it didn’t matter much in the end how it had happened. Just that it had.

“What are you going to tell people? I mean, everybody knows she was the Black Canary.”

Oliver looked down. “I wish Evelyn’s actions hadn’t made me do that, now. I haven’t spoken to Laurel yet about what people know. We’ll have to figure something out.”

Barry nodded. Anything else he might have said, however, would have to wait, as footsteps announced the arrival of Iris with Laurel. His girlfriend had supplied Laurel with the full STAR Labs apparel line, it looked like, and the two were chatting away like old friends as Laurel towel-dried her hair.

“And there they are,” Iris remarked, smiling at Barry in a way that always made his stomach do funny flips. He couldn’t help but notice Laurel’s smile seemed to be having the same effect on Oliver.

“Feeling better?” He asked.

“Yeah, now that I’ve sort of taken stock of things.”

“Oh?”

“Well, other me clearly got into her fair share of fights judging by some of the scars I have,” Laurel remarked. “Kinda weird they’re in different places than mine were. Also, I have tattoos, now.”

“Really, where?” Oliver asked with a grin that had Barry’s mouth dropping open.

Laurel, for her part, just rolled her eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“C’mon, we better regroup with the others,” was all Oliver said in reply, still grinning as he offered Laurel his arm. She took it, and the two headed back into the cortex.

Iris stepped up to Barry’s side and slipped her arm around his back, her head leaning on his shoulder. “Aw, I’m glad they’re still cute. Teenage me’s kind of having a freak out right now.”

“Yeah?” Barry shook his head. Iris and her magazines. He much preferred her writing. Together, they followed their friends back into the room.

Caitlin and Cisco had abandoned their conversation with Curtis and Felicity to come see Laurel again.

“We have some data on hand about the sonic scream already, of course, but it’d be amazing to get a full, comprehensive picture now that you’re the one in control of it.”

“Also, I’m thinking suit update. I mean, what’s a back from the dead party without presents? If you let me keep Siren’s suit for the measurements, I can have it ready by the end of the week.”

“Thank you,” Laurel said. “That’s really sweet.”

“It is, but you guys might be getting ahead of yourselves,” Felicity interjected. “Let’s not forget that Oliver kind of outed Laurel as a superhero last year.”

Barry winced as the smile dropped off Laurel’s face while she backed a step away from the group, away from Oliver. “What?”

“Yeah, right over your grave,” Felicity added.

“There was a situation with an imposter,” Oliver explained. “I was going to tell you. I just wanted you to have some time.”

“Well, she did need to know, Oliver,” Felicity argued. “I mean, I don’t even know if Laurel can come home with us, at least not publicly.”

“We will figure it out,” he said, his voice taking on a harder edge that Barry knew meant it was time for the other person to stop pushing. But Barry also knew Felicity tended to struggle with those sorts of social cues.

Sure enough, his socially awkward friend continued, “How? This isn’t exactly something you can take back. I mean, you had a statue built in Laurel’s honor — even if her doppelganger just destroyed it — and Quentin even confirmed he knew Laurel’s identity which cost him getting his job back—”

“My dad gave up his job?” Laurel asked, looking distressed at the prospect.

“It wouldn’t have been good for him to take it, Laurel, he needed the time in rehab,” Felicity said, and though her tone was a soothing one, Laurel did not look any calmer, and Barry didn’t blame her.

There was something about the smile playing around Felicity’s lips that didn’t quite seem sympathetic and raised the hairs on the backs of his arms. He had spent enough time over the last few years with men who had claimed to have his best interests at heart all the while that they schemed and acted to hurt him, and he had gotten good at spotting the feeling. But why would Felicity of all people be giving him that feeling?

“That’s another thing, actually,” Felicity was saying the same time that Barry’s mind raced with these observations. “If Quentin hears about Laurel being back, he’ll want to check himself out in the middle of his treatment. You really did not think through the ramifications of doing this, Oliver.”

“Felicity, that’s enough,” Oliver commanded, causing everyone in the room to stand just a little bit straighter. Felicity’s mouth, which had opened again to speak, snapped shut. “What is done is done, and whatever the complications that arise, we will deal with. I would much rather live in a world where Laurel is alive and have some issues to sort out rather than a simpler one where she is not here. I’d have hoped you felt the same way.”

There was a stunned moment of silence where Caitlin, Cisco and Curtis all stood there gaping. Iris watched at Barry’s side, her slightly widened eyes the only giveaway to her feelings on the matter and Barry himself had little clue how he looked on the outside, only knowing that he would never have thought he’d see Oliver take that tone with Felicity; not since the disagreement they had had all those years ago when Barry had been brought in on the secret of the older vigilante’s identity.

Laurel stood at the midpoint between them, her arms crossed in a move Barry recognized was far more about shielding herself than it was about projecting power. Her disbelieving gaze slowly swept in Felicity’s direction, who scoffed.

“I- of course I prefer it! I just think you have a bad habit of making incredibly impulsive decisions without considering all the facts or getting the rest of the team’s consensus.”

Oliver didn’t even bat an eye. “Impulsive decisions like going behind my back and giving the recruits separate parameters for a mission that ran completely counter to my stated directions? Or like releasing a dangerous prisoner in the hopes she’ll lead you to her commander?”

“You- you did that, too,” Felicity declared. “Last year, with Anarchy!”

“Yes, and I was wrong! Which Laurel pointed out to me, privately instead of bringing it up in front of the team or our friends, something that in all the years we have worked together, you never fail to do,” Oliver shouted. He then squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, voice returning to a normal volume as he added, “I didn’t like doing that with you, just now. I understand why you took those risks with Siren, what you are going through. I wanted to address it later, see what you needed to let the team keep working.” His frown deepened. “But you never have afforded me the same courtesy, and I am realizing that you never will.”

“Oliver—”

“I need to ask you to take a leave of absence from the team.”

“What?”

“Oliver,” Laurel said softly. “If this is about just now, I’ll be fine. I don’t want people kicked off the team just because they disagreed about bringing me back.”

“If it was just that, I’d consider other options. But this has been an ongoing problem I’ve made excuses for in the past, and that’s only compounded things.”

“What, because I make my own decisions and don’t just follow your orders? That’s enough to get kicked off a team I helped build?” Felicity demanded.

“I recruited you,” Oliver said. “I thought it would be a good idea to have an expert on the computers, but that does not make you an expert in the field. A woman died a few nights ago because of an impulsive attack you made on her after Curtis had already taken measures to neutralize her threat. When that catches up with you, when you can see past the anger and grief you are feeling over Billy and think about what you did, you are going to need the time off.” The anger had almost entirely receded, and it struck Barry now why Oliver was doing this; he was trying to be kind. “When you’ve had that time, we can talk. And that will include laying some ground rules about how the team is going to operate.”

Felicity nodded, her eyes particularly bright behind her glasses in a way Barry knew meant she was holding onto her tears. “Well, I can save you the time, because it is going to operate without me.” She turned and marched for the exit to the cortex, turning once to call over her shoulder, “Good luck with the recruits since they basically all hate you.”

She left a very long and awkward silence in her wake.

“Um, for the record,” Curtis began in a small voice. “While I don’t exactly hate — it’s a strong word, you know — but I do, at times, find you extremely difficult to work with, and I’m not sure how I feel about what just happened.”

“Then take some time off to figure it out, Curtis,” Oliver replied. “I need a team that can function as a cohesive unit. We are never going to defeat Prometheus when we’re too busy with infighting. Decide what’s more important to you, and then stick with it.”

Curtis gulped and nodded.

Oliver turned out to face the wider room. “I’m sorry that had to happen in your space, Barry.”

“No, it — well, it’s probably best we know the situation,” he decided. “I guess I just hope things work out for the best.”

“We should probably get home. All of us,” Oliver added, with a look at Laurel.

“What are we going to tell people?” She asked.

“That’s something I’m working on, but I know you’d rather be in Star than anywhere else.”

Laurel’s lips turned up in a small smile, and she nodded.

“I can get you guys back to your base to avoid bumping into anybody who shouldn’t know yet,” Cisco offered. “And I’m still gonna get started on the suit.”

“Thanks, Cisco,” Laurel said, walking over and hugging him again. Barry thought his friend was quite happy with that development.

A new breach was made, and the remaining Team Arrow members stepped through, the somewhat tense and awkward air in the room breaking as the breach closed.

“Well, that was… something,” Iris commented. “I hadn’t realized things were so bad with their team.”

“Neither had I,” Barry admitted. He had always viewed the Arrow’s team as a well-oiled machine, something to aspire towards. It was almost comforting to know they had their issues the same as his team had had theirs. Barry hoped it never came to a head the way things just had between Oliver and Felicity, though.

He couldn’t help wondering, however, if perhaps that had needed to happen. The last couple times Barry had seen Oliver, the other man had seemed tired, run down, and missing some part of that unbeatable drive he brought to everything he did. Now it seemed he had regained it with new vigor, and it didn’t take a genius to guess what had caused it.

Barry only hoped Oliver did figure out some way for Laurel to return to Star City officially, and as a free woman. He needed her just as surely as Barry needed Iris. And like Oliver had just proven, even death could be conquered in the face of love.

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Fandom: Saint Seiya - The Lost Canvas Pairing: Shion/Albafica [Pre-Relationshio] Shion & Dohko [Friendly] Rating: T Summary: “Not yet.” The man agreed. “But there is someone for you, someone you will meet. And you should be careful not to loose your heart to him. Watch for the man you’ll meet under the full moon, where the scent of roses perfume the night.” Words: 1006 Notes: I’m leaving it open ended, so I might add another chapter later on.

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Shion had not been in the Sanctuary long, but he’d already met most of his fellow Saints. Only one remained elusive. “He’s a recluse,” he’d been told. And he had no problem admitting that he was curious about the twelfth guardian. But the opportunity hadn’t presented itself.

And it happened in the most strangest of ways.

One day Dohko asked Shion to accompany him to the town, something about buying purchasing something he needed, besides, he wished to browse the market. He went gladly, and they spent a good portion of the day in town, making the purchases that Dohko needed and some that he wanted. Shion himself bought some tart green apples. Later on, when hunger stirred them both, Dohko and Shion had chosen to eat in one of the establishments.

The sun had begun its decent when they started to make their own way to the Sanctuary. They were talking quite animatedly, when a voice called out to Shion “You should avoid be careful with your heart.”

Shion froze, turned and found an old man sitting down. Dohko, ever curious drew near, “And why, my good man should you say that?”

The old man looked at Shion with sadness in the eyes. “Because not all loves have happy endings.”

That made Shion and Dohko pay attention. But this time, Shion spoke, “I am not in love.”

“Not yet.” The man agreed. “But there is someone for you, someone you will meet. And you should be careful not to loose your heart to him. Watch for the man you’ll meet under the full moon, where the scent of roses perfume the night.”

Shion blinked. Dohko got serious, “How can you know?”

As the man opened his mouth to speak, a sudden, loud sound startled both Shion and Dohko, they turned around, ready to fight and protect the people if needed be. But it turned to be only a small firework that had gone off. When they turned again to the man, he wasn’t there.

“Where…?” Dohko looked around, puzzled at the man’s quick disappearance. “How could he leave so fast?”

“I don’t know.” Shion didn’t look around, instead, he thought on the old man’s words. Was he really meant for a love without a happy ending? He shook his head, if love ever came his way, he would cherish it, even if it wasn’t forever. Because in his eyes, all love was worth it. Love was to be cherished. “We should go back.”

Dohko nodded, “Yes, it is getting late.”

The walk back to the Sanctuary was made in companionable silence. It was only when they had arrived at Aries’ temple, when Dohko spoke again. “Do you believe the old man?”

Shion thought for a moment, then smiled gently at his friend. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll meet that man he spoke and it all will end badly, or maybe I’ll meet him and it would be a good thing. We are Saints, our lives are devoted to our Goddess and,” he gave his friend a rueful smile. “We are not guaranteed a long life are we? So, if love comes my way, I’ll embrace it, short or long lived as it may be. I’ll cherish it for as long as it may be.”

Dohko smiled at his friend. “That is both philosophical and true, it’s also a great comfort to know, that it won’t take away your optimism. We should all be so brave as you.”

“Thank you, and no, it won’t dampen my spirit or optimism. Besides, the man could’ve been speaking nonsense. Or maybe he thought to amuse himself at my expense. I won’t let his words drag me down.”

Dohko gave his friend a pat on the shoulder, “That’s the spirit. Well, I have to go now.”

“I’ll come with you. I need to introduce myself to the Pisces Saint, I have yet to do so, so I’ll walk with you until Libra.”

“Excellent!”

Shion left his apples in his own temple, then made their way upwards, always announcing their presence and greeting their comrades. Until they arrived to Libra. It was only then that Shion kept going and Dohko bid him good luck. When Shion arrived at Pisces, he hesitated. For a moment, he contemplated to turn back, but he shook his head, he was already there, so he might as well go and introduce himself and finally meet the elusive Piscean Saint.

Shion raised his cosmo and walked in. The temple was silent, so he kept walking until he came to the other end, that’s when he stopped. There, in the middle of the infamous rose garden, stood the elusive saint. Even if Shion didn’t know him, he could tell it was him, as he still bore the tell-tale armor. The man turned, “Where you looking for me?”

Shion blinked, the voice had sent shivers down his spine. On impulse, he looked up. A full moon, he smiled. Looking at the man, he smiled, “I am. I came to introduce myself, I am Shion of Jamir, the guardian of the Aries Temple.”

The scent of roses floated to Shion’s nose. The night was clear of any cloud, the velvet blue of the night was covered in sparkling stars and, that bright full moon lit the garden, making the Piscean’s hair look like he’d got silver streaks amidst that soft blue. The scent of roses perfumed the whole place, and to Shion, it seemed like he’d walked into an enchantment of sorts. Made all the more powerful by the Piscean Saint’s beauty, for he was beautiful to behold. Shion could feel the heat that came to his cheeks, and was grateful that it was night and the other could not see his blush.

The man nodded and offered a small welcoming smile. “Welcome, I am Albafica, the guardian of the Pisces Temple. Nice to meet you, Shion of Jamir.”

A smile bloomed in Shion’s face, and his heart beat loudly in his ears. “It’s nice to meet you too, Albafica.”

#albafica x shion #shion x albafica #shion & dohko #aries shion #libra dohko #pisces albafica #the lost canvas fic #the lost canvas #au: canon divergence

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Camp Riverdale: Session 1 has been a resounding success! The outpour of creativity was astounding and took fandom by storm. Our favorite Riverdale residents were portrayed in a vast array of AU locations, times, and situations. Our 6 themes accrued a total of 122 creations on Tumblr and 18 fics in our AO3 collection.

The creative participants deserve flowers and a thousand thank yous for all their hard work. They really brought forth the content during what would otherwise be a hot, lazy summer slump. Don’t forget to comment, direct message, like, reblog, flail — whatever your pleasure, but take a moment to show your appreciation for the talent and time spent by those who participated. Creators are what make a fandom so special and keep us all here. Without further adieu... onto the content!

Queen Leda of Sparta | betty | edit | @sweetpea-cc

at midnight, Riverdale burns | bughead | edit, fic | @milkshakesandmurders

Do the divine love? | reggie x oc | edit | @bugheadsjetty

Mythological OCs | oc | edit | @sweetpea-cc

Family secrets | oc | edit | @shrugheadjonesthethird

We remember | oc | edit | @queen-daenerys-stormborn

Riverdale Divine I | betty, cheryl, veronica | edit | @gabsjellybean

Riverdale Divine II | archie, jughead, reggie | edit | @gabsjellybean

Apollo and Artemis | archie, cheryl | edit | @lilhemmo

etched in time | oc | edit | @srainebuggie

The Twins | oc | edit | @princesweetpea

Goddesses of Parentdale | penelope, alice, hermione | edit | @lilhemmo

I wanted her | bughead | edit | @lanadeljones

Archivus Andrews - Gladiator | archie | edit, fic | @sweetfogarty

You’re a Good Omen | bughead | fic | @typing123

Stone-Cold Guardian | betty | edit | @strangenightsofdaydreams

ancient roommate | jughead | edit, fic | @strangenightsofdaydreams

Li Shang | sweet pea | edit | @sweetpeasbabydoll

Life Goes On | sweet pea x oc | edit | @sweetsserpent

Llamas Festival | sweet pea x oc | edit, fic | @sweetsserpent

Once upon a time... | bughead | edit, fic | @milkshakesandmurders

choke me to the bone | sweet pea x oc | edit | @rivendell101

Unintended Empress | oc | edit | @elizabethbettscooper

I want to believe | bughead | edit, fic | @elizabethbettscooper

Eye of the Beholder | bughead | edit, fic | @lovedinapastlife

Run, You Clever Boy | bughead | edit, fic | @lanadeljones

Betty Cooper, I- | bughead | edit | @lonely-full-of-secrets

Into Pandora | oc | edit | @bugheadsjetty

I Love You. I Know. | oc | edit | @shrugheadjonesthethird

feast of fantasy | oc | edit | @sweetpea-cc

magic and mayhem | oc | edit | @shrugheadjonesthethird

maybe we can hold off fic rec | bughead | edit | @bettsc

And now my watch begins | jughead | edit | @elizabethjonesiii

damsels not in distress | oc | edit | @srainebuggie

All the Right Moves fic rec | bughead | gif | @theheavycrown

there will be history between us | bughead | edit, fic | @lilibug--xx

nothing will stand in my way | sweet pea | edit | @sweetpeasbabydoll

Discovery of Witches | bughead | edit, fic | @aam-loves

The Little Mermaid | bughead | edit | @lanadeljones

Abuelita’s Enigmatic Elixir I | bughead | edit | @likemereckless

Abuelita’s Enigmatic Elixir II | bughead | fic | @likemereckless

The Second Coming | | bughead | edit, fic | @lovedinapastlife

The Second Coming II | bughead | edit | @lovedinapastlife

Betty in Eldervair | bughead | edit, fic | @bettysnooper

Fire and Blood | cheryl | edit | @elizabethjonesiii

All of it (waiting for a bus in the rain) | bughead | edit, fic | @lilibetts

Chosen Ones | bughead | fic | @artemonofraven

We’re all mad here | oc | edit | @themaddestofall

(out of the shadows) into the light | bughead | fic | @catthecoder

nuclear | bughead | edit, fic | @literatiruinedme

Catwoman | veronica | edit | @sweetpeasbabydoll

007 | reggie | edit | @sweetpeasbabydoll

Robin Hood | sweet pea | edit | @sweetpeasbabydoll

Nancy Drew | betty | edit | @sweetpeasbabydoll

Jughead Jones and the Lost Medallions | bughead | edit | @pennyroads

As Long As We Don’t Die, This’ll Be One Hell of a Story | bughead | edit, fic | @lanadeljones

Spider-Gwen | betty | edit | @lonely-full-of-secrets

But not today | oc | edit | @bugheadsjetty

it’s the mileage | oc | edit | @shrugheadjonesthethird

adventure squad | oc | edit | @sweetpea-cc

coffees, adventures, and second chances | bughead | edit | @milkshakesandmurders

nuclear | bughead | edit, fic | @literatiruinedme

Heist | jughead, sweet pea | edit, fic | @rivendell101

Mr & Mrs Smith | varchie | edit | @sweetpeasbabydoll

The Black Widow | cheryl | edit | @lonely-full-of-secrets

I invented red. I am red. | cheryl | edit | @lonely-full-of-secrets

We’re family. | oc | edit| @elizabethbettscooper

I Love You Most | barchie | fic | @parkers-jones

The Harvest | edgar | fic | @orangenfrottee

blood of the blonde | betty, veronica | edit | @milkshakesandmurders

the worst pies in london | oc | edit | @bugheadsjetty

dare to scare | oc | edit | @cherry-and-maple-trees

Human Monsters | oc | edit | @sweetpea-cc

FP’s Coming For You | fp | edit | @shrugheadjonesthethird

Natural Born Killers | bughead | edit | @lanadeljones

i’m not gonna hurt you | bughead | edit | @the-gargoyle-queen

I’m Afraid to Close My Eyes | gladys | edit | @the-gargoyle-queen

Handbook for the Recently Deceased | bughead | edit, fic | @bettysnooper

The Evil Within | bughead | edit | @themaddestofall

Forsythe Scissorhands | bughead | edit, fic | @theheavycrown

Panic! At the Disco | bughead | edit, fic | @lanadeljones

July 1969 | bugvee | edit, fic | @secretsofthesky

Thornhill Manor Mysteries | oc | edit | @elizabethbettscooper

a certain kind of love | oc | edit | @elizabethbettscooper

nothing wrong with getting a good headstart | fredsythe, fremione, halice, mckellar, fremary, gladsythe | edit, fic | @halcooper

Candy Girls | joval | edit | @elizabethbettscooper

in bed with the mob | varchie | edit, fic | @worriestothewind

lawless land | bughead | edit, fic | @worriestothewind

1980s Choni | choni | edit | @sweetpeasbabydoll

America needed them | fangs, fp, joaquin, jughead, sweet pea | edit, fic | @worriestothewind

A little party never killed nobody | oc | edit | @bugheadsjetty

Can we get on with this? | oc | edit | @shrugheadjonesthethird

it’s all happening | oc | edit | @sweetpea-cc

Riverdale City, 1932 | bughead | edit, fic | @theheavycrown

Hot Dog, you ol’ rascal! | bughead | edit | @bettsc

Friends With Benefits | bughead | edit | @my-broken-bones-are-mending90

How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days | bughead | edit | @my-broken-bones-are-mending90

Oh, sweet sixteen | bughead | edit, fic | @milkshakesandmurders

Dirty Dancing | bughead | edit | @my-broken-bones-are-mending90

Drift Compatible | reggie, sweet pea | edit, fic | @rivendell101

Bughead How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days | bughead | edit, fic | @bettycooperthefirst

He’s Just Not That Into You | bughead | edit | @themaddestofall

Sherlock Holmes | jughead | edit | @sweetpeasbabydoll

Who calls the shots? | sweet pea x oc | edit, fanfic | @worriestothewind

Atomic Betty | betty | edit | @princesweetpea

Breakfast at Tiffany’s | bughead | edit | @my-broken-bones-are-mending90

Bughead at Tiffany’s | bughead | edit | @lanadeljones

13 Going on 30 | betty | edit | @my-broken-bones-are-mending90

Peaky Blinders | fangs, joaquin, jughead, sweet pea | edit | @sweetpeasbabydoll

hold me tight and think of home | bughead | edit | @rivendell101

Marie Antoinette | betty | edit | @sweetpeasbabydoll

She’s the One | fredsythe | fic | @fredheads

society | bughead | edit, fic | @literatiruinedme

Coyote Ugly | betty, cheryl, josie, melody, toni, veronica | edit | @sweetpeasbabydoll

Lady and the Tramp | bughead | edit | @sweetpeasbabydoll

The Replacements | chuck, kevin, moose, reggie | edit, fic | @worriestothewind

Baby Driver | bughead | edit | @bitchiloveher

Leap Year | bughead | fic, gif | @jughead-jones

west side story | varchie | edit | @bitchiloveher

Top Gun | bughead | edit | @themaddestofall

Betty the Vampire Slayer | bughead | edit, fic | @orangenfrottee

Bughead Noir | bughead | edit | @sweetpeasbabydoll

Who’s a Chicken Now? | bughead | edit, fic | @sunshinebunnie

the woman and the illusion | bughead | edit, fic | @paperlesscrown

#riverdaleedit #riverdale #bughead #southside serpents #bughead fanfiction #fyeahriverdaleocs #riverdale x oc #parentdale #riverdale fanfiction #campriverdale #riverdaleevents #*admin #masterlist

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REPOST: Evidence #1 - Noel’s Sexuality

Hello! So, I’m reposting this 2017 post because Tumblr deleted it.

Enjoy!

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Good evening, class! It’s been a long time but I’m back. It took so long because I needed plenty of time to arrange everything correctly, because tonight we’ll have a long post. And I’m back with such a polemic subject to talk about. That’s right: Noel Gallagher’s sexuality. Pretty much a taboo in the whole fandom.

I actually realised this should have been my first post here, since it’s focused much more on the 80s, but, well, it’s all said and done now, so just pretend you read this post first, ok?

Before starting I know that there will probably be someone/some people who will go “but jULIA YOU CAN’T TALK ABOUT THIS, IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, IT’S TOO PERSONAL, YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT NOEL AND HIS GAYNESS AA A A A A A A”

And I’ll tell you what, kids: I’d rather walk I HAVE the right to talk about this, I’m his fan, I have the evidences, I’ve done researches, essays, everything you can imagine, and my conclusion is: it’s not my fault if he prefers to stay inside the closet LG x

So, take your seats and here we go!

Disclaimer: this is a bunch of evidences I made by myself, based in conversations I had with my friends and months of analysis, suffering, nights of insomnia and tears. Don’t know if everything is veridical, but at least, it’s a way that I found to “light” up our way and try to find some proper fucking answers to this stuff.

Well, I bet lots of you have already wondered (at least once in your lifetimes) about Noel’s sexuality, because, honestly, it’s something really confusing if you stop to think about it. The guy fucking hooked up with his brother, that’s already a good point to start. But I’ll try to list all the evidences on a chronological order.

1-) This Charming Man

This one is more like a deduction but ok. Yes, the famous Smiths’ song always had an important role on Noel’s life. It was the first song he learned to play on guitar. It was his main inspiration to become a musician as soon he saw The Smiths playing it on Top Of The Pops in 1983.

But, a 16 year old Noel who hated school and all type of book obviously didn’t understand the references and the lyrics meaning of any song as a 21 year old Noel could.

There’s a quote from Noel, which I think it’s from the NGHFB era already – but it might be from the late Oasis years, who knows – which I couldn’t find now, but I promise I’ll try my best to find it. If you know it, you can send it to me, too. The point is that, basically, Noel was asked by the interviewer why would he play the same fucking songs in every single gig.

Noel answered that, when he attended his first Smiths’ gig, which I’m sure it was in late 80s, he wanted them to play This Charming Man SO SO SO SO SO MUCH, and they had played it on their last gig, or on the last week’s gig, something like this, so Noel was really hopeful about it. The point is: they didn’t play it on the gig that Noel attended, and he got pretty much traumatised over that. So, he claims he plays the same songs every single gig because of that happening.

But, now, I ask you: As I said, this song was always important to him. But, as he grew old, he might have understood the lyrics more – This Charming Man’s lyrics clearly talks about homosexuality and an affair between a guy from working class and a guy from an upper class, you can read more about it on Genius, I guess. And now that he was older, maybe he identified more with the song in general.

He said once that as soon as he heard This Charming Man, everything made sense, even though he didn’t know any literature references and stuff like that – so he admitted that he didn’t get the lyrics at first. And this is important because I’m not telling you he had homosexual tendencies since he was born, it came after years and years.

2-) “Effeminate Phase” AKA Manchester Mauler

In the Definitely Maybe DVD, when talking about the “Give me gin and tonic” bit from Supersonic with Mark Coyle (11:30), Noel mentions that he must have been going through one of his – ONE OF, IT MEANS HE HAD LOTS OF – ‘effeminate phases’ to be drinking gin and tonic at that time.

He even joked once in an interview with Zane Lowe that when Peggy asked him why did he kept in his room 24/7 playing guitar, he answered, joking, “because I’m gay” :’))))))))))))

And now, the thing that I guess it’s the most iconic thing about Noel’s sexuality: if you search on Google “Is Noel Gallagher gay?” you will find an anonymous answer (that actually was answered by The WikiAnswers Community™), which goes:

“Definitely! He’s known as the Manchester Mauler. A refrerence to his brutal homosexual appetite durring his youth in Manchester, England.”

And in case you’re wondering “what the fuck does Mauler mean?”, Urban Dictionary will help you:

(I censored it because maybe Tumblr would block it again if I didn’t)

Let me tell you: this is my favourite piece of information of the entire Oasis history. It doesn’t come from any reliable source but the point is: I don’t doubt it. It’s the truth to me.

3-) Clint Boon

This is probably the most important evidence – so important that it’s why I’ve chosen it to illustrate the post. Noel’s years as a roadie were, obviously, wild.

Everything started when he auditioned to be the new singer of Inspiral Carpets. As we all know, he wasn’t accepted, but he was asked to be a roadie, in case he was interested. I don’t want to be pretentious but I have lots of friends who think that the job was only offered to him because Clint was already interested, BUT ANYWAY.

It’s common to see lots of photos of Clint and Noel together, we all know. And very suspicious photos, in fact. Some of them are not even with Clint, for example. The one where Noel is almost kissing a guy with a hand on his **** is actually Graham. And you can tell it because Graham’s hair was shorter than Clint’s (it’s the third photo of the collage above)

Noel was already asked by this photo on an interview and he was BOLD ENOUGH to deny the kiss:

“Interviewer: There’s a quite famous photo of you snogging Clint [Boon] from The lnspiral Carpets.

Noel: Oh no, that was Graham [Lambert, Inspirals guitarist]. Yeah. We weren’t actually kissing, though.

I: It looked like you were.

N: Yeah, yeah, it did look like it. But I can assure you.”

Anyway, the point is, we know Noel can assure they weren’t kissing because the only guy he would kiss was Clint. Ok, seriously now: we know that Noel used to take suspicious photos with his friends, while they drank and did drugs.

You can even see Noel shotgunning – the act of blowing weed or simply cigarette’s smoke on another person’s, usually your partner’s, mouth, and maybe even kissing – on the 4th and 5th photo from the beginning of the post. Notice that both photos were taken at the same night (their clothes are the same) and with the same guy.

Ah, and we have the matching haircuts as well. Thing we saw happening to Liam and Noel too (1997, 1999…)

(please don’t ever let this photo die)

Well. My point here is not the photos, not even the haircuts at all. It’s Clint. The amount of photos/footage we have of Noel with Clint is much more significant than the ones we have with the rest of the band. For example, Noel’s not seen in bed with any other member than Clint.

Actually, I have more things to talk of Clint, but I’ll leave it to another post.

And more: on the book “Carpet Burns: Life with Inspiral Carpets”, by Tom Hingley, the lead singer, contains a quote where Clint claims that Noel taught him another use for the airplane tables (thanks, Mat, for the useful info!). Another use. If you know what I mean.

But the most extraordinary thing is that, coincidence or not, there’s a Inspiral’s song, called Dragging me Down, written by Clint, released on 1992 – when Noel was already gone and in Oasis –, that strangely makes references to planes, travels, sky and flying. Behold:

Now, it’s up to you to patch things together.

AND DON’T YOU GET ME TO TALK ABOUT THIS:

4-) Random Noel’s quotes through the years

This one is probably the more common and easy-to-find evidence. I’ll just give the examples I recall now, but if you have more in mind, feel free to share it so I can add it to this post!

I don’t know what happened to Noel in the ‘Russell Brand 6Music show’ on 2006, because somehow he said a lot of things there.

Noel insisted that if he was gay, he’d be the biggest gay in the world, saying “I would be gayer than Freddie Mercury”, and then, Russell suggested that the 3AM girls might be interested in Noel suddenly getting in touch with his gay side, to which Noel replied:

“In a manner of speaking, I may have done already.”

Bingo!

And there’s that one from 1 Leicester Square, also being interviewed by Russell Brand, where they even talk a little about Noel’s years as a roadie, and Noel later says he was “very in touch” with his “effeminate side” (again!) and that Noel was a girl’s name¿? Russell says Liam has a “sexualised arrogance” and I confess I’m really like ?¿?¿where did you get it, son?¿?¿? because I really do think it’s something Noel thinks at the deep heart, not something Russell Brand could say, actually.

And again, there’s another quote, from another Russell Brand BBC2 show from 29th July 2008: “I like a few women but I like men an awful lot more.” He even continues and say “I call myself straight, but I’m GAY!”. “If I went to call myself bisexual, it would be equally, if not more misleaded (?), I’m not undecided or bi-curious either” Then, Noel asks “Matt, can you come up with a new word for people who are mostly straight but a little gay or mostly gay but a little straight?” and Russell comes up with the brilliant answer: “Oasis.”

It actually surprises and triggers me how nearly every time Noel and Russell meet, they end up talking about that subject… really weird, innit? Does Russell know of something? We might never know… *suspense intensifies*

And, now, going out of the Russell Brand show, we have the beautiful quote of Noel for a German TV interview on February 2009, which I’ll give me the luxury to copy down here:

“Q: So tonight you’re on stage with your brother.

N: Unfortunately, yes.

Q: Unfortunately. You don’t like each other very much.

N: No.

Q: Is there anything you like about your brother? Anything?

N. There’s lots of things I like about his personality, but he doesn’t like me.

Q: Do you know why?

N: Uuuhm…

Q: Have you ever talked to him about it?

N: I don’t know. You’d have to speak to him. But I know he doesn’t like me. He insults me all the time.

Q: But you like him.

N: There’s certain aspects of him that I like.

Q: What kind of aspects?

N: He wears crazy shoes.

Q: Ah. Anything else?

N: He has crazy hair.

Q: And what’s that got to do with his personality?

N: They’re just things I find attractive in men.”

Fine.

6-) This.

Ok, now I have two destinations: either people will kill me or support me. I don’t want to, I don’t know, ruin Noel’s perfect-marriage-husband reputation or whatsoever; actually, I don’t want to ruin Noel’s marriage lolololol but the point is: it’s in the internet, so it’s free, right? And my job here is exposing. So, that’s what I’m gonna do.

Well, one day I was doing my daily research with my friends, seeking for evidences of Noel’s bisexuality, and I bumped up into this:

But then I thought, “c'mon, the guy (who I censored the username for legal reasons) could be tripping”, but then me and my big-stalker-KGB-ass did a research on the lad’s profile, and, in the same weekend he tweeted that, he really was at Glasto, in 2014:

And the point is that, Noel wasn’t playing Glastonbury then, but he ATTENDED Glastonbury; he was at backstage, as you can see here:

Maybe the guy is crazy? Yes! Do I think he is actually crazy? No! Simply because, as I said, I don’t doubt anything, I know Noel and his capacity. The only difference between Noel and Liam is that Noel is a perfect secrefreak.

7-) Oasis fans are noticing it

If you think I made up all this bullshit, think again. It’s more and more common you see, not only the more dedicated fan accounts talking about it, but more grown-up fans talking about it too – I mean: it’s common to see not only the fan girls talking of it, but 30 year old blokes talking too. So, something must be quite right in all of this, right?

That’s it, guys, thank you so much for reading, I really consider this post my ultimate masterpiece, so I hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to reblog, it helps me a lot, send a message or whatever, I’ll love to read it, see you on the next post!

#noel gallagher #gallaghercest #gcestlavie #evidence #80s

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comradesummers · 5 years

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I’m curious about 1. Top 5 TV shows, 11. Top 5 female characters and 20. Top 5 overrated characters

Hi, thanks for asking!

Top 5 TV shows

(This list is based on my current mood, and will probably change tomorrow)

1. Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Yeah, I know, what a shocker. It may be flawed, and old, and a little corny, but well, there’s a reason I dedicated a blog to it. No show means more to me than Buffy, and no show probably ever will.

2. Legends of Tomorrow

You know what, more shows need to be as batshit fucking crazy as Legends of Tomorrow is. More shows need to save the day via our main characters joining together to create a giant stuffed animal that hugs the bad guy to death. More shows need to give us killer unicorns, and sentient nipples, and hot girls with weapons who make out with each other.

Fuck the golden age of television, fuck everyone taking everything so goddamn seriously. Give me a pure, unadulterated, chaotic, drug-addled (I can only assume), queer, joyful, wonderful mess, and I will love and treasure it forever.

3. Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

Look, it’s just really good. I don’t really have much to say, beyond just like, it’s great, and it has great songs, and great comedy, and great drama, and great acting, and great writing, etc. It’s not perfect, because nothing is, but I do genuinely believe that it’s one of the best uses of the medium of television that I’ve ever seen. If any show could make me buy into the golden age of television bullshit, it’s probably Crazy Ex-Girlfriend.

4. One Day at a Time

So there’s this interview with Gloria Calderón Kellett and Mike Royce, where they talk about how the basic structure of any episode of the show, is that there is a topic at hand, whatever it may be, and then we hear the conservative argument (Lydia), the progressive argument (Elena), and the mediator (Penelope). And like, yeah, that’s it, that’s the show. In that sense it’s super reminiscent of Norman Lear’s work in the 70′s - All in the Family was also basically just one big argument.

So, in addition to everything that’s obviously incredible about the show (funny, well written, loving, the representation, Rita Moreno’s very existence being a gift to us all, etc.), there’s just something so brilliant about the simplicity of the basic premise, the argument about traditionalism vs. progress, which is made far more poignant and interesting because the characters are Cuban American. Lydia isn’t Archie Bunker, because her desire to preserve her traditions isn’t rooted in bigotry, it’s rooted in the culture that she was forced to leave behind. And Elena, as admirable as her quest for progress is, often fails to see the importance of preserving that culture (illustrated most obviously by the fact that she doesn’t speak Spanish). And although Penelope represents the middle ground, she isn’t always right either.

Everyone has a point, and that’s what makes each new conflict so fun to watch.

5. Queer Eye

Queer Eye makes me happy. It really is as simple as that. It has perfected the formula of bringing joy to the world, and I think that is a truly impressive feat.

Top 5 female characters

(I’m going to keep it to one character per show, because otherwise I'd be here all day. Also, again, this list is based on my current mood. It could change tomorrow.)

1. Buffy Summers

Again, what a shocker. I don’t think I need to explain this one.

2. Elena Alvarez

I really had to struggle to choose between Lydia, Penelope, and Elena, because I love all three of them so so much. But I went with Elena because she’s the person I aspire to be. She’s awkward, and weird, and struggles socially, and she’s not always right, but she also fights for what she believes in, actively. It’s not just about arguing with her grandmother, it’s about taking action, even if that action can be a little awkward and Elena-y. And well, seeing a character like her, who isn’t just the regular armchair activist young person that’s so common on TV, is really important and inspiring and I love her.

3. Rebecca Bunch

She’s just kind of one of those characters that was iconic right out of the gate. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a character like Rebecca before, ever. And I haven’t seen any since honestly. It’s small stuff, like the fact that a character with Rachel Bloom’s body type is allowed to be aggressively sexual without being seen as disgusting or villainous for it. And it’s big stuff, like the portrayal of her mental illness, the fact that she was never written to be “likable” or whatever the fuck that means, but we loved her so much anyway. The show may have occasionally faltered, but Rebecca Bunch was always its center and its greatest achievement, and I will forever be grateful for her.

4. Regina Mills and Santana Lopez

Yeah, I’m cheating, this one’s a tie. My justification for the cheating is that these two are in the same category for me, in terms of characters that I love, but I’m kind of ashamed of choosing because of their garbage source material. So yeah, it would probably be more accurate to say that I’ve chosen the fanfiction versions of both of these characters, but in my defense, the fics are a lot better than the shows they’re based on. Also, kudos to both of these actresses for somehow making these characters interesting in spite of the writing they had to work with.

5. Petra Solano

Look, if it wasn’t already evident that I like type A control freaks, bonus points if they’re super fucked up, and extra bonus points if they’re into women, well it should be clear now. Petra in particular manages to walk the fine line of being easily the most tragic character of the show, and also easily one of the funniest, while also having one of the best redemption arcs I’ve ever seen. Idk how Grobglas and the writers managed to do all that, but it was really incredible to behold.

(I would like to extend my sincerest apologies to Veronica Mars, Amy Santiago, Rosa Diaz, Sara Lance, Zari Tomaz, and a bunch of other characters who have probably slipped my mind, all of whom would have made the list if I was in a different mood, or was currently obsessed with them. I love them all.)

Top 5 overrated characters

1. Wesley Wyndam Pryce

So, full disclosure, I’m just really not a fan of broody men who’s character development involves them being violent towards women and then brooding about it.

Wesley in particular, I get why people like him, he is a very well written and well acted example of this kind of character. But I’ve seen multiple people suggest that he’s the best character in the Buffyverse, and that drives me a little crazy. Like, no. Wesley becoming a broody asshole doesn’t make him a better character than Buffy or Willow or Cordelia or Gunn or Faith or anyone else, and I am so sick of that kind of broody man story being prioritized over every other kind of story.

2. Logan Echolls (please don’t kill me)

I actually like Logan, I think he’s a good character. I just wish the show, and subsequently the fandom, hadn’t prioritized his character over pretty much everyone else not named Veronica. But I do like him, to be clear.

3. Illyria (I’m so sorry)

Like really, I wish I liked her more. I guess it’s just because I was pissed they had to kill off Fred for Illyria, and she spent all of her time with Wesley, which didn’t do much to endear me to her. I guess maybe if she’d spent time with anyone else, I’d get why people like her, beyond Amy Acker being really good at her job. But she didn’t, and I just don’t get it.

I couldn’t think of a fourth and fifth one. As it turns out, I’m not a fan of the concept of something being overrated. All of the characters I named just aren’t necessarily my cup of tea, but that doesn’t mean I think they’re bad, they’re just not for me. And I don’t really like saying that people are wrong to like things. Plus, I just really couldn’t come up with anybody, and I really tried, I’m sorry.

#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #legends of tomorrow #crazy ex girlfriend #one day at a time #odaat #queer eye #buffy summers #elena alvarez #rebecca bunch #regina mills #santana lopez #petra solano

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Pretty All Friends Chapter 9

First Previous Original Japanese

Translator’s notes: This chapter hit me with a lot of Pretty Series idol catch phrases all at the same time. I skipped through some old PriPara episodes looking for how they have been subbed in the past so I could maybe keep some consistency in the fandom, with mixed results. If you have seen better translations for “かしこまり��さ～い!” or “め～めれいっひ～” let me know. Also I don’t know if anyone knows if “ デロデロデロッサイム” is actually supposed to be anything other than gibberish?

Chapter 9: The New All Friends, and Non-chan’s Worries

As Rinne and June reached their hands into the river of light, each of them scooped up three pieces of the radiance. As the pieces twirled around as though they were dancing and sparked like fireworks, from these lights the new All Friends were born.

The All Friends chosen by Rinne were Hye-In, Mikan, and Non. It was a group made of a straightforward hard worker and her two goody-goody little sisters, and the three of them quickly got along until the angel Mikan got hungry and immediately collapsed. However, the three fast friends were able to decide on a friendly team name composed of their own names: “Hye-Mika-Non”!

The All Friends chosen by June were Aroma, Chili, and Falulu. All three were a regal, top class brand of idol and it seemed like teamwork would not come easily...

Sure enough, the group was quickly embroiled in conflict.

“As the 7th generation heir of the Tsukikawa clan, surely I am the one most worthy of being the leader! You will bow to me!”

“What’s that you say? I have descended from the dark depths of hell and it is your mission to obey me!”

As they shouted these words it was clear Aroma and Chili weren’t willing to budge an inch.

Falulu became wedged in the middle of their fight as well, but looking back and forth from one girl to the next with a finger to her mouth as all she could do.

Hye-Mika-Non looked on with shock and disgust.

“Hey there, ‘Chi-Lu-Mageddon’! You three won’t complete your All Friends duty like this!” Non shouted out to them. But she was quickly met with a furious response.

“You can’t just decide our name for us! Our team name is ‘Aromageddon-Falu-Chi’ as written in the Dead Pea Scrolls!”

“No way! There is no team name suitable for us other than ‘Chili-Chili-Chili-Falu... A’!

It seemed there was no way Aroma and Chili would see eye to eye. But as they argued on, Falulu found herself repeating “Chi-Lu-Mageddon, Chi-Lu-Mageddon” over and over again as she seemed to enjoy the sound of it.

“Meeting each other was a miracle, so why don’t you all get along!”

“Aromaaaa... Stop fighting and bring me a meat bun-nano!”

But all attempts to quell the fighting just seemed to make things worse.

“Hey! You’re the one called these guys together! A little help here!?” said Non as she glanced back at June.

But June only smiled as if to say “Everyone is having so much fun!” and Rinne only stared as though a question mark had popped up over her head.

As Hye-In and Non looked crestfallen upon the grim prospects of the team before them, all of a sudden Aroma began chanting a spell. “Dero-dero-dero-saim! My angel desires a meat bun, so I shall summon a giant meat bun right now!!”

“Huh? What in the world are you going on about this time....”

“Ah! It’s really coming-nano! The biggest, most beautiful meat bun ever-nano!!”

“N-No that’s not it! That’s a comet! And it’s headed straight for us!”

“No such comet is going to dare do something as disrespectful as to strike me! Bow before me, comet!”

“A comet... pretty.... shining.....”

As the comet collided with the milky way, countless pieces of the radiance were scattered into space! The shimmering lights all collided with one another and caused a huge commotion! Seeing all of this chaos and everyone’s sudden panic made Aroma quite pleased. She pointed towards the silhouettes of the four people who had suddenly appeared in the space above them.

“Behold! I have summoned the three beasts from hell and the beast tamer of the underworld!”

Indeed, in this moment four new All Friends were born!

“Licky-stick!”

“Gaaru!”

“Uhho! Uhho!”

“Yodel-ay-baa-hi!”

“HAAA HAHA! I will decide a name most befitting! And that name is ‘Fuwa-Gaaru-Kana-pPe’!”

“Oh, I have such a terrible feeling about all this!!” said Non as she buried her face in her hands.

Chapter 10

#pretty series #pretty all friends #pripara #pretty rhythm #pretty all-friends

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Day 07 of Kinktober 2019: Aphrodisiacs

Tags: aphrodisiacs, humour, two idiots being idiots, i literally don't even know what this is

Pairing: Drarry

Notes: Day seven. Is this humour? I think it might be my horrible attempt at humour. I dunno, this was supposed to be a different pairing and fandom and everything, and lo and behold, this rubbish happened. Anyway. Unbeta'd, enjoy, don't shame my poor attempt at humour, blahblahblah.

“This is a terrible idea,” Harry says airily, eyeing the potion with half-wariness, half-fascination.

“Don’t be droll, Potter,” Draco drawls, decanting said potion into a glass goblet with a ladle. It’s glass too, and according to Draco, Harry should’ve ‘paid more attention in Potions class because potions equipment analysis had been first-year basics, you daft idiot.’ Draco continues with a sniff, “What, afraid that you’ll be one of the one percent that has a negative reaction and can’t get an erection without a good deal of time and many invasive procedures done to one’s penis at St Mungos?”

“I’m the Chosen One – I’m always lucky,” Harry replies cheekily, even though the possibility has admittedly crossed his mind.

“Unlucky, more like,” Draco retorts flatly. “Say what you will about living long enough to stuff the Dark Lord, but the fact that you had to stuff him yourself at seventeen because of some ambiguous prophecy is the unluckiest thing I’ve heard since Venusia Crickerly decided she liked to pot Mandrakes in her spare time.”

“Who?”

Draco shoots him a withering glare and says, “Apparently you are, in fact, lucky, as I don’t suppose you’ll have to take the potion after all. I’m rethinking letting your prick anywhere near me again, let alone—”

Harry jumps forward, nearly knocks the goblet on the table, almost breaks his legs on the heavy oak brewing table, and then gulps it down without fanfare, making a face at the taste of sour grass.

“No takebacks,” he gasps when he’s finished sucking it down, and sits down on the edge of the low part of the brewing table, where the massive cauldron is bubbling away. He gingerly prods his shins and then waves his wand at it, casting an Episkey just in case. The pain actually does go away almost instantaneously, and he casts a few other spells now that his shins are apparently not broken, to cover bruising and broken skin. God, he loves Hermione and her knack for creating spells when she isn’t busy taking over the world.

“How long does it take to work?” he asks when he’s finished, watching his boyfriend start decanting the rest of the potion into little glass vials, stoppering them with a flick of his wand. “I don’t feel anything.”

Draco scowls as he works, grey eyes sharp and focussed on his task. “About five minutes, give or take. Will you shut up and let me finish so I’m not left with a useless potion due to you jumping me mid-way?”

“Wanker,” Harry quips, and dodges the book Draco throws at his head with frightening aim with a laugh.

They sit in comfortable silence save the clink of bottles and Draco murmuring under his breath, and Harry lets his mind wander while he watches Draco move with graceful purpose, clearly at ease. He was always better at potions than all but Hermione in school, and he’d always seem to enjoy it (and sabotaging Harry’s potions while he was at it, to be fair). It’s clear that that love of brewing has translated to his adult life.

They’ve only been dating for a year but Harry’s pretty confident that they already have enough sex that their collective friends are starting cry abandonment. Harry can’t help it though, because Draco’s the fittest person he’s ever slept with and has the added bonus of being the love of his life, to the mixed reactions of everyone who’s ever known either of them. It seems to be evenly mixed between people who are confused and surprised, and people who are tiredly exasperated by it all. The latter group alleges that they’ve been up to their ears in unresolved sexual tension since they hit puberty, and it was only a matter of time before they started having wild, athletic sex at every available opportunity.

Embarrassingly enough, they’re not far off it, if Harry’s been completely honest with himself. It’d taken him a few years post-War to come to terms with the fact that he found Draco-fucking-Malfoy of all people fit, but he’d gotten there. And drove Draco batshit trying to get into his trousers, to hear Draco tell it.

The whole aphrodisiac...thing had come to fruition by an off-handed remark about their sex life from Blaise, unsurprisingly, during a pub craw in Camden. ‘Circe, it’s like you two pillocks are perpetually dosed with love potions, and I’m thoroughly sick of it. Go carry out Draco’s fantasy of getting reamed during marathon sex in the privacy of your homes, for fuck’s sake,’ he’d bemoaned, to the collective amusement of their friends. Naturally, Harry had gotten so hard so fast he’d practically been thrown from his body in some dreamlike limbo, and after they’d fucked in the loo of the pub and gotten home, Harry had needled Draco ceaselessly for more information about the aforementioned fantasy.

One point in Draco’s favour is that he’s certainly not shy. ‘We fuck like rabbits already. Or Weasleys—oh, don’t look at me like that. The only way we’d manage more sex than we already have is if you took a three-day holiday from work and took something. Merlin knows I won’t need it – you know I like to be forced and enjoy it more when it’s rough, and you’re already so very good at that part.’

He’d obviously talked to a calm Hermione and mortified Ron about the idea, mostly because Draco is a Slytherin who loves him, yes, but also has a distinct lack of self-preservation when it comes to his libido. It had taken Harry long enough to come to terms with the fact that Draco loved being hurt and degraded in bed, considering both of their honestly shit childhoods, and introducing an aphrodisiac into their sex life was a variable worth assessing. Hermione had assured him that, even drugged, he’d keep his morality and mental fortitude intact, but that it did undeniably blur the lines.

Considering that Harry and Draco are already go incredibly rough and hard in bed, Harry’s been understandably wary of the whole idea, despite Draco being a vocal advocate for the sixteen hours of solid sex.

Draco finishes up and cleans the cauldron with a final flick of his wand, and then he Vanishes the vials and steps between Harry’s legs, his already hard prick tenting the front of his own trousers. “Anything?” he asks, crowding close and eyes bright with arousal, fingers threading into Harry’s wild hair.

Harry cocks his head, blinks a bit, and assesses himself critically (which probably isn’t a good start). He’s definitely hard, but it doesn’t feel any different than usual; honestly, anyone would be hard when they have a man like Draco Malfoy standing in front of them, hard prick soaking the front of his trousers at damn-near eye level, considering the lowness of the table and Draco’s height. “Am I...supposed to feel different?” he asks, craning his head to look up at Draco’s face.

Draco’s eyebrows scrunch up, eyes narrowing. “You’re hard, though.”

“Well, yeah, but it’s pretty much like it always is,” Harry says, puzzled. “I definitely want to bend you over the nearest table and bugger you senseless, but that’s just a standard day, really. I always want to bend you over the nearest table and bugger you senseless.”

Draco frowns. Heavily. Harry can’t really tell if it’s concern, confusion, or something else entirely. “That doesn’t make sense. My brewing is impeccable, just like it always is. I brew for a living. I know it’s right.” Harry just presses his lips together, not wanting to even touch that sentence with a fucking bargepole, but Draco seems to get the gist of it from his face anyway. He scowls this time, though there isn’t much heat in it, stepping back and crossing his arms. Definitely confusion, no doubt about it. “There are only two ways that aphrodisiacs interfere with our unique magical biochemistry: complete, overwhelming lust and total obliteration of libido. There is no in between. It’s magically proven.”

“Maybe it’s just taking longer to kick in?”

Draco huffs. “It’s been fifteen minutes, you idiot – I deliberately took my time cleaning up because I wanted you to snap and fuck me against the table until I cried.”

Harry’s vision greys out and his prick throbs in his trousers, leaking copiously in his pants. “I can definitely still do that,” he rasps.

“Not for sixteen hours straight, you can’t,” Draco hisses.

“Actually, I was planning on, I dunno, breaking that up a bit,” Harry admits. “Y’know, have a quick slash every once and a while, take a bit of time to have a kibble, play a few games of chess or paint a portrait in between.”

“You can’t paint for shit,” Draco grumbles irritably, and Harry snorts because fair enough. Draco glares at him and says louder, “It just figures that you’d be the exception to the rule, you twat. Have I told you I hate you recently?”

Harry sighs, amused despite his irritated and disappointed boyfriend, and stands, stepping close to Draco and laying his hands on his fine blond hair. “I love you too, Draco. If it’s any consolation, I still do have the next three days off, and expect to spend all of it in bed.”

Draco’s eyes flash, going wide, and he says slowly, “All Potioneers are men of theory.”

“Science.”

“Theory. Shut the fuck up, you heathen.” Harry snorts again as Draco continues, “Information is a currency, darling, and I intend to discover if this is an outlier.”

Oh God, Harry thinks, then echoes out loud, “Oh God.”

Draco grins and unholsters his wand, bringing one vial of vivid green potion back into Being.

“Bend over, Potter,” he says wickedly, eyes dancing as he uncorks the vial. “I want to make you cry.”

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