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vaguely-concerned · 3 years

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The Mandalorian Chapter 13 rewatch thoughts; the reduced salt edition

or at least I’m trying to be more constructive with the salt in this one let’s goooo

- god I miss the armourer so much. look at how fucking cool she looks, this is the mando design I hunger for so deeply, WHY would you give me boob plates back instead haha

- I will say with the way it’s presented this place feels way too small to be called a city lol (and I think that limited scale hurts how much I’m willing to accept the magistrate as a credible opponent to go toe to toe with ahsoka freaking tano. maybe if we’d seen directly the extent of the magistrate’s power and influence and not just the burned out wasteland that power leaves behind I’d be more on board with it. canonically she’s clearly been extremely rich and influential on a galactic scale, while the aesthetic filoni takes from samurai movies in this has a lot more to do with local warlords and smaller stakes. this is not the only time the adherence to that aesthetic without adapting it for the emotional story at hand or giving it a spin for novelty hurts the episode #hot take. it’s empty homage without quite understanding why the moments you’re emulating work so well in the context of the story they serve.)

this might be because how it’s filmed makes it seem like there’s just one big main street towards the magistrate’s palace, it’s implied to be quite a bit bigger from the establishing shot as the crest comes flying in?

- LOVE the implication that din lets baby play with the silver ball pretty freely while they’re on the ship but sets the (completely sensible tbh) boundary that he can’t bring it with him somewhere outside where he might lose it for good. that seems like reasonable dad-ing, din, well done.

anyway my heart is hurting because that silver ball is like a comfort item for the kid and it’s pretty clear from the very start that he has some kind of understanding of what might happen on this planet and so does NOT want to go out there, but also... that thing is narratively introduced as the baby’s way of saying ‘dad, don’t forget me, don’t go’. it’s what made din go back for him the first time, and that’s a connotation it still has both in the audience’s mind and for the characters. and I need to go cry in a corner for a while be right back

- not for nothing but in this scene of the baby being faced with din and a jedi standing side by side as if to present a choice, din literally has the sun right behind his head like some kind of fucking halo

gee I wonder what the baby’s choice is going to be fsadfjkhasdkjfhs. (he! loves! his dad! so much!!!!!!!)

- I wish they’d done more with the bored punch clock villain, hey-I’m-just-here-for-the-paycheck-man vibe of the guard captain guy and maybe given his nonchalance a bit of a darkly comedic tint, I think it would’ve made a better moment when he’s facing off with din towards the end if he had more... character. make him a bit more of a dark mirror of the soulless gun for hire people have seen din as in the past (and as the magistrate seems to now), do something interesting here. maybe even make it more of a mexican standoff with him holding a gun on an innocent or something so there’s something here for din to lose, it still does the western thing and lets you have that ramping tension you need for when you cut between the sword duel and this. hell, have him actually give up and walk away to show that he doesn’t fucking care about any of this, he did evil for money without any driving passion or conviction behind it, and let din decide if he’ll let him walk away scot free or not after what he’s been part of, that’s a neat subversion of the trope as well! as it stands it’s just so... empty

- baby says ‘mada! mada!’ again when they try to approach the vendor who appears to be serving foodstuffs! so maybe a word he has for food or maybe something like ‘lady person!’? (he says it when frog lady is gone on the ice planet and also as she’s walking into the razor crest for the first time. he did seem more interested in the eggs at that point, sooo lol)

din reacts to him speaking too, he glances down at him <3<3<3

- the baby seems to sense ‘ooof this is scary, time to hide’ on his own before they go into the magistrate’s place, din doesn’t appear to signal anything to him

- there’s a lot of deliberate silence in this episode, but the sound design that gets space away from the music somehow isn’t as immersive to me as it usually is on this show? I have no idea why, though

- ‘a jedi plagues me’ is somehow so fucking funny to me. the tl;dr for a lot of star wars villains through the ages

it also still cracks me up that din is immediately like ‘ma’am you can’t afford me’ fsdhfaskf

- I’m so happy din talks to and reassures the baby when he puts him down in these situations now, I remember being SO SAD when he didn’t back in chapter 7. he’s learning all the time!

- I think we should all be very happy this fight is cut off almost as soon as it begins, because I’m pretty sure ahsoka could kick din’s ass real bad and that would be terrible because I love him (listen din definitely has his moments, but up against a force user for the first time and said force user being one of the most powerful and battle-experienced jedi alive? probably not huh, if he survives that it’s on pure fatherly love and desperation and nothing else)

- this seems to be the baby asking ahsoka to carry him back to be with din (mando certainly seems to be what they’re ‘talking’ about right before) and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen

din’s fingers are also doing the nervous curl-uncurl thing as she puts the baby down, and it remains the sweetest goddamn character tic, he’s adorable

in the long pause after he tells her “he needs your help” he’s sitting SO TENSELY, it’s only when she at least promises to test the kid that he relaxes a bit

baby (well, grogu, but he’s also baby) recognizes yoda’s name and seems to almost ask ahsoka ‘yoda is here???’, and her blink in response is like ‘no, I’m sorry’

- I still deeply dislike how it’s actually done in the episode, it’s so clunky and it annoys me on a craft level, but I do like the overarching thematic narrative of both mando and the baby being on this journey towards specificity and remembering themselves, of reclaiming the particular nuances of an identity that make up a self after a series of traumas have stripped it away from them. at the start of the show neither of them has a name (and din doesn’t even have a face) and they’re basically presented as broad archetypes, The Mandalorian and The Child. and now we’re slowly unearthing things that make them this specific child, grogu, this specific mandalorian, din djarin. it’s rediscovering parts of yourself you might have thought lost as you heal from trauma and I do like that very much, it’s touching and the emotional throughline this show should never lose sight of

- oooooh no baby glances over at din when she asks him to push the stone back ;______________; it’s so awful because you can just tell... he understands that if he does this thing din might leave, but also people have clearly tricked him into using the Force before and given him this traumatized kneejerk association that if he uses it where people can see him Bad things might happen

oh okay so I think din just subtly misunderstands the baby’s appeal to him here, he thinks that look towards him means ‘dad help I don’t understand what’s being asked of me’. I guess he doesn’t have any way of knowing how complicated the baby’s past is with this yet, it’s a good try

- I’ve seen people take ‘he understands’ as baby understanding everything that’s said to him all the time, which is patently not true haha. he understands quite a lot, in the way toddlers actually understand quite a lot of what’s going on around them, even a bit of words spoken to them before they’re especially verbal themselves, but he clearly mixes up his colours still sooo

I also suspect he’s played this game before -- surely that must be one of the most obvious activities the jedi would do with the smallest children, playing Force catch basically? but he still doesn’t trust it, or her. (on the other hand he does trust that din would never hurt or trick him. help me I’m drowning in my own tears)

- personally and from anything else in this show I don’t think din would be this impatient with the baby after hearing, less than half a minute before, that he’s terrified

but hey I’m not the man in the cowboy hat what do I know (yes I’m bitter characterization matters okay lol)

- it’s both funny and so sweet that the same music plays during this father and son playing catch scene as when baby lifted that mudhorn fkdfha

- for my money din reacts exactly perfectly to grogu finally Force pulling the ball -- he’s excited and happy, signalling that this thing doesn’t have to be scary and dangerous and that when shared with the right people it can be a good joyous thing, he moves over to the baby so they can share in this victory and attune, and crucially he doesn’t demand more afterwards, which the baby must have gotten before from some of the assholes who’ve been experimenting on him. it’s just the celebration and satisfaction of having done the thing without demands or threats or any ulterior motives. HIM!!! DAD!!!!

tattoo this straight onto my heart... the way baby cheerfully offers it back to din... sdkjafhksdfhsakdjf

- din breaths out roughly and unevenly through his nose almost like it’s been punched out of him and starts fiddling with the silver ball (which is still his primary tell for anxiety/stress!) when ahsoka says “he’s formed a strong attachment to you” :) listen if I have to know that all of you fuckers are going down with me

- see the thing is... if you don’t know who ahsoka is in pretty deep detail, you might take her at face value here instead of understanding that she’s actually projecting her own feelings and traumas onto this. if you absolutely have to use this character for this part of the show you have to set her up better specifically so someone who’s never seen a single episode of clone wars can grasp the basics of where she is emotionally and what her motives are, so that her role in this story makes sense. as it is it’s sort of a compromise between pleasing old fans (who can do quite a bit of inferring to figure it out) and approaching audiences who don’t know anything, and it falls flat

(for the purposes of this show I aggressively do not care where thrawn is, and so I’m just annoyed when we find out what this was actually all for haha)

- still feel reluctant to discuss too much about ahsoka because of the whole... situation with dawson, but I do like that she lets one of the guards leave after disarming him because he’s cowering and giving up, and that she still has her padawan braid wound into her belt. also I think the effects on her and her outfit are completely fine, my problems with her this episode are all writing craft and real life stuff

- when you get first the jet pack sound, then din coming down kicking that dude in the face, then the mando flute kicking in as he lands properly... the only time the action in this episode made me go ‘fuck YEEEAAAAH’ it’s awesome

- again, just like with the idea of having a samurai/ronin movie standoff and a western standoff at the same time: having the scene be mostly silent except for the almost musical sounds of the light sabers hitting the beskar spear is such a cool concept, and it does not work in action. I don’t know enough about filmmaking to tell you why it doesn’t, but it doesn’t.

there’s also something about... the ahsoka vs. morgan scene apes the deliberately staged, ritualized, exaggerated almost like how you’d perform it in live theatre aspect of the duels in the genre, but in an empty way? why are they acting like this, what’s their relationship to each other, what’s their individual code of honour that makes them let the other person slowly theatrically disrobe before going for them? just plucking the aesthetics out of a tradition and plopping them down in your own thing without thinking about the whys or original context of it leaves it without meaning

(also let morgan express something of her own character other than I Am Evil rather than having ahsoka drop the entire exposition on her. maybe you could have her snarl some illuminating lines while they’re fighting so you get the feeling of the bitterness and brokenness that has fuelled her and burned the woods of this whole planet. in some ways she’s not that unlike din and ahsoka, she lost everything in the clone wars too and was motivated very differently by it than they were, play that up so the situation’s relevant to our protagonists! I’m sorry for all this nitpicking but I HAVE to figure out how this could have been done better for my own sake haha)

- ooooooh the way din says “I can’t accept” when offered the spear is in fact almost an exact echo of when the armourer offers him the signet in chapter 3! I thought it sounded familiar, it’s delivered in such a similar way. huh. din has some Feelings about earning things and when he hasn’t earned something, doesn’t he

- din also cares A LOT about not breaking his word, to the point of being willing to stoop to some quite dishonest methods to avoid giving his word in the first place, and I find it utterly delightful

- baby closing his eyes again after din wakes him like he’s thinking ‘maybe if I don’t wake up dad won’t go’ or even ‘at least this way I won’t know it happened until later, when it’s over’... pure emotional torture :) thank god din’s entire soul is clearly howling in protest and he took the slightest chance ahsoka gave him to not actually go through with it

- so this is the second time we get someone telling din he’s like grogu’s father. well, the armourer gives it more like a command/almost a religious obligation, ‘until it is of age or reunited with its kind you are as its father’, ahsoka is stating what’s obvious at this point but says ‘you are like a father to him’... maybe they’re doing a rule of threes thing and the last time it’s ‘you are his father’ and it sticks?

- anyway din cradling the baby so close to his chest with both arms all the time instead of the more practical way he carries him around in the crook of his arm sometimes... my suffering is deep and endless

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian meta

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Matchup! ( ﾟヮﾟ)

hiya! I only just found your amazing blog and I was wondering if I could get a ship for IkeSen?

Basics~ I’m a straight Australian/scottish female (also huffelpuff) with longish brown wavy hair, green eyes, freckles and dimples. I’m somewhat average weight but with more of an athletic build. People are always trying to hug me even though I hate hugs and also squish my cheeks. Im very ticklish and if someone tickles me I will fight back.

Personality~ I have an INFP personality type which really explains a lot about me. I hate talking about how I feel with people and tend to just ignore feeling like sadness or anger, but then I love it when people rant to me about their own problems since I like giving advice. So I guess im quite reserved, which I think annoys people who don’t know me to well. For me, being reserved means a lot of awkwardness, and when at school I tend to just stare out the window (if I have no friends in that class) If I am comfortable about someone I love deep conversations. Like, not necessarily about proper issues more about dumb stuff like how we are our soulmate from a past live (idk me and my friend talked about that one for ages) I also have a weird laugh but oh well…

I’ve always been quite spiritual I guess, and would always see and hear things that my family wouldn’t. I used to be really quite when I was younger, not really because I was that shy or anything but more because I had a very active mind. That got better as I grew older, but im still really into tarot reading and all that squiz! Aries is my zodiac and im very passionate about research and trying to figure out strangers zodiacs.

My hobbies include: field hockey, swimming, reading (ASOIAF over and over) binge watching shows, drawing, collecting stones and making stone pets, sewing and making clothes, stargazing, researching the biology of strange insects, journalling, baking, gardening, going on rides with friends and being in my hammock for hours.

Things I dislike are: sleeping in (im an early bird), when people ask personal questions and I hardly know them, when my friends fight (im usually not apart of that), getting chilblains on my toes, when my neighbours dog won’t stop barking, tarragon (ew!), throne of glass book series (sorry, just can’t, nothing against the author), randomly judgmental people (like if you smile at them and they scoff, arggghh im already socially awkward safe me!) and the character Hannah from dark on Netflix.

- Thanks so much, I may go stalk your account now. ღ ღ

@ophelias-flower-bed

Hi hi dear! ❤🦊Thank you so much for the request! I’m sorry for taking sooo freaken long with this!🦋🥰 Hehe, hope you have a super good day! And I hope you enjoy this, love! ❤🌻🦋

I match you with……………… Yoshimoto

After having arrived back in the past and saving Nobunaga’s life you were settling in rather nicely. The warlords had gotten used to their new reserved princess, who, low key kept to herself. It had taken you a while to get Hideyoshi to trust you, mainly cause when you did communicate with him, you would awkwardly stumble over your words. Although after some time, he had come to realize that you were just a reserved little cinnaroll.

You worked extremely hard for the castle and its people, and you were starting to wear thin

As an apology for suspecting you of being an assassin, Hideyoshi showered you with gifts and turned into a big brother figure. He noticed pretty early on that you never really talked about your feelings, but the exhaustion from working hard was painted clear as day across your face. He shooed you to the markets with a bag of coins and told you to treat yourself.

You walked around the market aimlessly when a fabric stall caught your attention. The fabrics were dyed bright colours and incredibly soft. Your fingertips danced across each of the blots until you found one that you liked. You hadn’t sewn or made any clothes since arriving in the past, and you low key missed it. As you went to pay for the fabric and a few sewing notions, a loud voice boomed behind you, “What a beautiful design.” You tuned back to find a beautiful man dressed in a rather extravagant kimono. You gave a small smile, not really knowing what to say in these situations and left.

A few days later, you had successfully made your first kimono of the past and decided to test it out by going to a teahouse, to peacefully sit and sip on some tea. You sat outside, enjoying the warm sun as you looked out onto the beautiful scene before you. The teahouse had a beautiful garden, and you couldn’t help but feel inspired to draw it.

Yoshimoto had just finished spying on the Oda forces, when he spotted you sketching in the summer sun. He curiously made his way up to your table and sat down. He was low key thankful for the fact that the teahouse was packed. The only open seats to chose from was the one opposite you and one on the other far corner of the tea-house.

Your eyes shot up curiously at the new presence at your table. He simply gave you a kind smile, “Wow did you make that from the fabric, it’s absolutely stunning! You are a very talented seamstress little bird.” You gave a weary laugh in your usual awkward way, and told him that you were no seamstress, rather that you enjoyed making clothes for fun. He smiled as he sipped on his tea and watched you draw.

A light conversation flowed between the two of you, and you found yourself actually enjoying is company. In the weeks to follow, you had run into the man more and more. These run-ins would usually take place in fabric shops, and end with the two of you sitting down to have tea together.

He honestly loved your accent, and that you would listen to him rant about all his problems. He loved the way your eyes would light up whenever he would ask your opinion on a matter. He especially loved that unusual laugh you would do, whenever he complained about one of his travelling companions always wanting to pick a fight with him. As the two of you got to know each other better you found yourself opening up more and more to him

He found your love for zodiac and tarot extremely amusing. He would ask you all about it, even wanting to know what his sign was and the traits that would go along with it. Definitely asked you more than once to read his cards. He even low key wanted to try his hand at reading your cards for you. It was also at this point when you low key told him you loved to collect rocks.

He wasn’t sure exactly when it happened, but Yoshimoto found himself completely in love with you. You had honestly been the first person to see him for him and not as some extravagant man or the head of his clan. He would often take you on horse riding trips outside of the town. His favourite spot to take you was the beach, cause you would always get that excited glint in your eyes at the idea of finding some cool new rocks for your collection.

The two of you would walk together for hours looking at and showing off cool rocks you had found on the sand or in a nearby cave. Sometime you cuties would have a competition as to who could make the best stone pet. Yoshi has had a hard life having to burden the responsibility of being the head of his clan, but during time like this with you, he felt completely relaxed and at ease.

One day Yoshi found a bright red ruby during one of your dates on the beach. He carefully tucked it away before you could spot it. He gave the stone to Shingen and asked him to turn it into a dainty necklace for you, setting his plan in action. He had planned out the perfect date to give it to you and confess his love. After a week of reporting back to Kenshin and Shingen, he made his way back to Azuchi to spend some more time with you.

At this point, both of you knew of each other’s secret identities. You knew he was an enemy spy and the head of an enemy clan and he knew you were an Oda princess, but that never stop the two of you from hanging out with each other. You always missed him when he would go home to report back. So much so that even the Oda forces suspected that you had a special someone in your life. TBH when yoshi was away he would write the most beautiful poems and letters to you. They were never too romantic as the two of you had only been friends, but they did speak of how much he missed you.

On his way back, he spotted you in the forest with a notebook in hand sketching out strange little bugs that you had found. No matter how long he has known you, every time he saw you, you managed to surprise him. He walked his way up to you and glanced down at your notebook, you low key smacked his chest for scaring you. He spent the afternoon with you looking at strange bugs and telling you about the biology of the ones he knew. He was slightly surprised, as he never realized how many different types of bugs actually existed and inhibited the forest.

As evening fell, he took your hand and helped you onto his horse to take you to a surprise destination. You rode until the sun was well beneath the horizon and finally arrived on the hop of a big hill. He carefully helped you down and lead you to a little picnic that he had set out for the two of you.

He remembered that you had mentioned during your various conversations that you also loved stargazing and it just so happened that he too was a lover of the stars. He had told you that on that particular evening there would be a meteor shower.

The two of you sat and chatted in deep conversation about soul mates and past lives as you waited for the meteor shower to start. The two of you sat and looked up at the heavens as the meteor shower started. After the last star shot across the sky, Yoshimoto presented you with the ruby necklace and a small little ruby rock pet. He smiled as he told you that a friend of his *cough Sasuke cough* had told him the significance of giving someone a ruby and that he thought it was rather fitting for this situation.

After that, you decided to move to Kasugayama castle with Yoshi to get to know him better. You weren’t even there two days and you were named as the official castle seamstress by Kenshin due to the beautiful clothes you made. The bunny lord loved your kimonos so much that he commissioned you to make a few tiny ones for his beloved bunnies

Yoshi couldn't helps but smiles as you would sit in the council room, silently looking out of the window. He loved watching the shocked expressions that would play across his friends’ faces whenever you would instantly open up whenever he walked into the room.

He was absolutely over the moon when he found out the two of you had a hobby in common, that being gardening. He legit loves to spend hours with you outdoors as the two of you dig in the dirt and plant some beautiful flowers. Sometimes if he is feeling playful, he will try and tickle you, which usually ends up in a bit of a tickle/mud fight.

Because Yoshi is a warlord, he needs to stay fit and keep up with his training so when you tell him about your favourite sports he absolutely wants to include them in his training regimen, as a way to stay fit and spend time with you. He 100% drags his Kasugayama friends out to the open field so that all of you can play a match of field hockey. Thanks to Sasuke’s amazing ninja skills, he managed to construct a makeshift goal and hokey equipment for everyone.

Usually in the summer when it is scorching hot, Yoshi would take you to a nearby waterfall or beautiful lake to swim to your heart’s content and to cool down from the scorching sun.

He absolutely loves, loves, loves it when you surprise him with baked goods, and will 9/10 time go and brag about your fantastic baking skills to his cousin.

His all-time favourite thing is to lay in a hammock with you in his arms as you read. He would usually just sit and watch you read occasionally falling asleep while gently holding you.

Yoshi knows you hate hugs so he will keep them to a minimum, but he honestly can’t help but want to warp you up in his arms or pinch those cute cheeks of yours. His favorite thing in the world is to drop a small kiss on your dimples, as he finds them incredibly cute.

Often the two of you will be out on some fun adventure together, collecting rocks or having a blast. Quiet times between the two of you would usually involve merely enjoying each other company in random deep conversations.

Other potential matches……………. Kennyo

I hope you have a super good day!❤🦋🥰

#matchups #match ups #ikesen matchup #matches #ikesen yoshimoto #yoshimoto imagawa #yoshimoto matchup #ikemen sengoku yoshimoto #submission

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ylvisforalltid · 4 years

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My recap/review of På Holmen - Episode 4

Revenge of the Sidekick. Calle is the last one to steer the show and take command of his fellow mates. I invite everyone to discuss the fourth episode with me, either here, or on facebook in Ylvis- a group.

Here’s my chronological recap/review of the fourth episode of ‘Ylvis På Holmen med Calle og Magnus’

Episode 4

I have to apologize to all Calle fans beforehand. I might have been a bit biased from the start since I never really could warm up to Calle’s humour and turns out I still don’t really get it. I tried my best to approach his show with an open mind, even more so since Magnus proved me wrong with his show, but I fear this recap might be a bit judgemental.

- Calle playing an instrument is an unexpected but good start

- ‘music related show’ doesn’t sound bad at all considering how music heavy Stories from Norway is and how good Ylvis are with music related stuff in general

- „let’s make a summer show, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. Let’s shoot it in late fall. Let’s wear the warmest and cosiest sweaters we have. Why not add a thick scarf.“ The dichotomy of all this is a joke already

- Calle randomly grabbing a microphone and starting to sing? Is this Calle’s minutt 2.0?

- was this an impro song challenge? Is it a known song? It looked like they checked cue cards. But Vegard’s short refusal was fun to watch

- Second instrument for Calle. He is really trying to showcase himself most in this, isn’t he. What started fun, is kinda irritating to me at this point already

- I am glad the other guys seem to enjoy it very much though, that is nice to watch.

- Bård saying out loud that Calle’s task was a shitty task to give, is so on brand for him. Tv? Audience? Doesn’t matter. If he disagrees he’ll say it.

- 5 minutes in and Calle get’s backlash from his own friends. Already very dividing episode, apparently not only for me as a viewer but also Bård as a ‚contestant‘

- Greven av grønt slowly turns into my favourite reoccuring segment

- I begrudgingly admit that the brothers’ glee over each other’s pain is very entertaining

- the fact that Bård and Vegard are often seen most laughing at stuff Calle does, isn’t always understandable for me but it’s joyful to watch since I don’t think a lot makes them laugh like that

- was Magnus choice a trick question? Is that Kålrot in that bowl but Kålrabi was the right answer? Was this a challenge like when you have to say the colour something is written in but not the colour that the letters say? I am confused. I can’t decide if Magnus was just a sore loser or if they made it extra difficult for him by switching answer and displayed item. And no, it’s not the same fo me.

- even after getting the punishment he still insists on it being the same. I know someone who probably did a google research after this, trying to prove his point. I feel a bit bad for him since it really looks like a trap he ran into.

- Calle having to laugh when he gets the cue cards for the characters is sweet. Even with a short written introduction the others can already make him laugh/smile.

- Vegard’s story mostly works with a dialect and his setup; the pun (if I understood it right) not too much. I would say that Vegard is an overthinking comedian, whereas Bård seems to be more on-the-spot. That’s why I think they complement each other so perfectly.

- Vegard still continuing in character steals some fire from Magnus even before he sat down. A bit unfortunate for the focus of the segment.

- Chicago announcing that he is easy to fool is something the audience should rather experience through his story. The fact that he mentions it twice before even starting the story is a bit too self-aware for someone who claims to be easily fooled.

- Magnus story could have been better if better told. Like I said, too much self-awareness

- Bård crashing the scene. What’s new. He uses the element of surprise for his entry

- Vegard did it again. His antics overshadowing Bård’s PMS,SMS joke. It begins to be annoying. Using blindness as the ongoing joke wasn’t that funny. Especially when it meant that it disrupts the other people’s performances.

- self-drawn TV Norge patch is a nice touch.

- Bård’s jokes before he even begins his story are already more fun for me than the other one’s stories.

- Bård’s actual story…… how did he pass the psychopath test?! Good thing he has golf as an outlet. Yes, I know he made up a character but his story sounds like he was exposed to too much self-insert fanfiction.

- Interrupting them singing with a commercial break: just rude.

- introducing someone with the help of his shoe? Which is unrelated to why the guest is there? Misleading and irritating but that’s probably also the fun of it.

- Was Calle’s Streken imitation good? Yes. (Although it also reminded me a bit of the Pingu Sketch from Ylvis III.)

- but within less than 23 minutes of the show Calle made it several times about himself and not so much about challenging the others. I didn’t see that as much when the others where hosting and I personally prefer the previous hosts for that.

- maybe it’s the sidekick revenge

- Vegard not managing one simple word when starting his imitation and sounding like a stereotype caveman. At least he can laugh about his own failure

- every task Calle calls them in the same order: Vegard, Magnus, Bård. A bit repetitive. Switching it up would’ve done the episode some good

- the painting: Picasso meets Aladdin’s (very tired) Genie?

- I think we all know Vegard can do better than that, but a fair attempt

- Kudos to Magnus. Competing against Ylvis in a musical contest. And he did good.

- Thank you camera man for the close-up of Bård’s hand

- Sooo, half of the episode is dedicated to the three not being so good at imitations and then Bård’s performance is a revival of his Sondre imitation sketch just with another artist but similar antics?

- Sorry, Bård, you’re still my favourite but to me the winner of this competition was Magnus. In comparison to the others he delivered a fair imitation. Bård bent the rules and was then rewarded for it. If the challenge would’ve asked for another setup, I might have granted him the win but not this way.

- Slapstick Calle putting his performance first again with the thinking staredown. It went for too long.

- Garden commentary already starting wild with mentioning Aleksander and Bård had sex

- so many brilliant things to unravel

- Bård wanting to switch Vegard for Aleksander as a brother because he is less mansplaining nerdy

- Aleksander saying Bård is smarter than he thought, Bård embracing Aleksander’s lack of knowledge as a positive thing, the complimenting battle between those two was a highlight of this episode

- Vegard thinking about if he ever made a bird brothel before...this man is a delight. That he took a moment to question if he did before is testament to the fact how many weird things the brothers have already done in their life

- Bård’s right. Aleksander is excellent at cheering his teammates on

- No comment from me on Linda giving the bucket to Siri...but I am looking forward to one of the guys being in charge. So far I don’t see the point in those specially appointed people since they don’t seem to have any input or main role for the tasks. I see it only as a thing that exists to stir up drama.

- having tried to shoot with bow and arrow before, I can say that it was harder for me than it looks and I was impressed how good most of them were

- but either Magnus didn’t see Kongen Befaler or he ignored the tears task from that show because he should have known then that Siri will probably react much worse to it then Bård.

- this is the second time where Bård knowingly could’ve had an advantage; first at golf, and second because of not being affected by onions

- Mansplaining Vegard is at it again

- I loved the end joke with Bård but in a way they had both the right and wrong person for this. Right because he, most likely, is the last to stress about when it’s his turn. Wrong because he is probably too relaxed to care about how long it takes. My guess is that he might have fallen asleep before he even got suspicious.

#På Holmen recap #Ylvis #Ylvis på holmen med Calle og Magnus

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almaasi · 4 years

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reaction post typed while watching SPN 15x08 “Our Father, Who Aren’t in Heaven”

THEY JUST. SENT DEAN AND CAS. TO PICK SYMBOLIC “BINDING” FLOWERS ???

06:16pm

probably gonna have to stop in 1 minute for dinner but let’s see what’s happening this week in Mr. Taco/Hotdog Pines For Angel But Isn’t Sure If God Commanded It

06:18

OH YEAH ADAM

forgot about him

06:19

hmm “lucky elephant” casino/bar

1. pink elephants = drunk baby dumbo trippin balls

2. kinda looks like a dick

06:23

the hell is wrong with sam’s face?? he’s looked SO tense and uncomfortable these last episodes

06:24

sam eating salad and eileen eating a burger

given how much food symbolises in this show......i...... kinda wanna say that it means sam sees eileen as a sibling??????? given burgers are bro dean and cas’ thing

either that or she’s one of the family, but then what does it mean about sam’s salad being the odd one out?

....i typed samily there

anyway i wonder if, given how eileen/sam parallels dean/cas, it’s gonna become a thing like “hey eileen i see you as a sibling” vs. dean and cas “cas i love you like a brother” / “BUT DEAN I LOVE YOU IN THE ROMANTIC WAY”

06:27

does dean not know what “achilles heel” means

06:28

why is there porn music playing as cas knocks on a door

is dean gonna be naked on the other side

are they playing babysitter and affronted neighbour housebreaker

.....just saying okay that comedy sting was weirdly placed

06:30

i love that cas is like straight-up Still Here

he was like I’M LEAVING FOREVER and then dean’s like “hey i know i said you ruin everything but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

wish we could’ve had that as an actual scene though

06:37

dean: but cas if u wanna stay here, why don’t you stay here

RUDE

FUCK I HATE THE KNIFE HAND THING

they almost........ touch hand.........

/14 blush emojis

cas uses last of power to make dean feel okie dokie

IS HE GONNA FALL FOR DEAN AGAIN

06:40

welp dinnertime back laterrr

07:50pm

watched the end of “the prince of egypt” and my father (an atheist) was very insistent on proving it factually incorrect while I JUST WANNA WATCH THE ANIMATED MOVIE DUDE

hokay where were we

oh yeah cas was trying really hard not to hold dean’s hand

07:54

team free will enter hell and are attacked by three lady demons

for some reason i’m thinking of cerberus, the three-headed dog who guards the gates of hell

07:55

OMG OMGO OmG OmG ROWENA

DID SHE BECOME QUEEN OF HELL

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES

THIS IS THE CHARACTER ARC SHE NEEDED

THOSE BRAIDS

07:57

someday i wanna do makeup as well as rowena’s makeup magically manifests. that glitter eyeliner over the black wing is mmmmmmmmmmmm

08:00

ahh bless

a bechdel test pass

it’s been too long

*edit* BUT DID THIS EVEN COUNT??? IF SUE IS NOT SUE

queen of hell suits rowena better than any dress she’s ever worn

so we’ve got rowena as queen of hell, billie as death.... need one more lady in charge of heaven to complete a power trio OH YEAH AMARA. god yes give me that......... pun intended i guess

08:03

rowena after looking at dean and cas for 1 second: “what am i picking up from you two? tell auntie rowena”

ROWENA IS THE BEST I LOVE HER SO MUCH

two grumpy grumble butts: “it’s fine”

WOW

YOU HEARD THE QUEEN OF FUCKING HELL YOU TWO

FIX YOUR DAMN PROBLEMS THIS INSTANT

SAM WHAT TERRIBLE TIMING

jeez they really don’t wanna have that conversation in front of an audience

someday they better get NOT FUCKING INTERRUPTED

knock knock

who’s there

interrupting moose

08:09

adam’s facial expressions look so much like dean’s

08:11

for some reason i was just watching dean say “i didn’t wanna jinx it” and looking at his eyelashes and then involuntarily imagined him wearing rowena’s fake lashes

it was a good look

dean looks so, sooo pretty in this blue shirt

maybe blue for cas’ eyes

08:17

cas says to micheal “your father is certainly not who you knew” but not “our father” as in chuck is no longer his father

“you called me assbutt and set me on fire”

yeah pretty much iconic, no?

oohh jeez poor michael, poor adam

sent to hell, comes back and is aggressively greeted by the same assholes who sent him there

dean put a black armour jacket over his vulnerable blue one to talk to adam

08:32

dean sees cas sitting alone and gets himself a beer without offering one for cas

ohhhh that hurts

/takes screenshots of cas’ side profile

what a good profile

dean’s back in his blue vulnerability shirt

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH SEND DEAN AND CAS BACK TO PURGATORY TO FETCH A FLOWER OF SYMBOLIC “BINDING” YES

FIX THE STORY WITH THEIR LOVE

*edit* ............hey. heyheyheyhey does anyone remember those promo posters from season 8 of dean poking his head out around a tree in purgatory and there was a flower there?? and as far as i know we never actually saw the flower in canon and it was Weird? foRESHADOWING or ?????? hindshadowing?

no michael’s not coming on your gay flower road trip, dean

no third wheel this time thank u

TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS WITHOUT BEING INTERRUPTED PLEASE

michael is literally just....sending dean and cas to pick flowers together

08:41

it’s over

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS 10/10 THAT WAS GREAT

I LOVE THE SETUP FOR WHERE THIS IS GOING

rowena as queen of hell 15/10 best thing that ever happened on this show

adam getting his apology and peaceing out yes good

SENDING DEAN AND CAS TO PICK FLOWERS IN FUCKING PURGATORY THE LAND OF THEIR YEAR OF PINING HELL YES

i love how self-referential this whole story has become and it’s so GOOD to have all these loose ends come back to hopefully be tied up one by one

i just....... i just checked the writer for this episode and i AM AMAZED it’s a deadly duo episode?????????????????????? H O W

bechdel test pass?? holy shit (well...... i doubt this now but still)

only woman who died was lilith and she was awful

unless you count sue but i don’t think sue was real to begin with

and there was a black guy.... with lines.... who didn’t die??? astonishing

also the pacing was like... good or whatever. at least i didn’t think it was patchy like their episodes usually are. and the script wasn’t bland and boring ?? what is happening here

PLUS ROWENA POINTING OUT THAT THERE’S soMethING GoiNg On between dean and cas which draws attention to it for later resolution, despite the audience already knowing they had a tiff

colour me impressed, anyway

#our father who aren't in heaven #spn #spn spoilers #Elmie watches things #post of postiness #season 15 #15x08 #Destiel #Destiel breakup

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🎲- your favorite chapter/part from a multiparty series

Oh boy. I’m going to put most of this below a cut because this is a long chapter from A Call To Arms, and to date, it’s probably still my favourite (posted) chapter in the series.

To set the scene before the cut, it’s a looooong slowburn that hasn’t been realized at this point. While Clint and Dani are exceedingly comfortable and touch-feely around each other, they just chalk it up to coping mechanisms and a mutual understanding (idiots).

It doesn’t give away too much series plot, so please enjoy the flangst below.

A Call To Arms, Chapter Eight

“This is some supreme irony, Barton.”

Dani only ever called him by his last name when he fucked up. And boy, did he ever.

Clint was all sorts of black and blue. His face was pocked with scrapes and bruising and he was having a hard time holding up the left side of his body, arm hanging limply at his side. Dani could feel the discomfort in his expression as he flashed her a bashful, apologetic grin. Or whatever his face could manage at the time.

If this is what he looked like getting out of medical, she didn’t want to know what he’d looked like walking in.

“I haven’t seen you in a month, and you happen to show up, in my office, like this, on Valentine’s Day?”

He shuffled through the doorway, awkwardly meandering through the room as she observed him. She was nervous he was about to keel over and wanted to be ready if she had to break his fall — or attempt to, rather.

“I was breaking in a new bow?” He offered unconvincingly.

“Yeah, sure,” she huffed, assisting him onto the exam room table. “A likely story. I’m sure the real one is way above my pay-grade.”

She cringed with his every hiss and groan, not even sure he was in good enough shape to be in her hands right now. But, if anything, it was better she identified anything now that she’d have to monitor the progress of going forward.

Goddamn it, Barton. What the hell did you do to yourself?

She was having a bad enough day as it was, she didn’t need this. Unsteady fingers helped him lift the shirt over his head, revealing more colourful bruising and stark white bandages.

“Jesus, Clint,” she exhaled sharply, testing his responsiveness by gentle pressing against the skin along his ribs.

“Your hands are cold,” he whined, taking her hands into his own.

He rubbed his warm hands against hers in an effort to reheat them, but she pulled away, instantly resuming her work. They couldn’t waste time, knowing how long it was going to take to make her way through his menagerie of injuries. He shivered slightly under her grasp as she surveyed him.

“Serves you right,” she sassed lightly, but there was no malice in her tone.

If anything, she was glad he was even able to walk into her office at all.

His skin was tender to the touch, heated by inflammation around the wounds. She noticed some new scars littering his skin as she poked around and steered him through some movements. Tracing the lines of his stiff muscles and tendons under her fingers, she made mental notes. And while he started off very vocal with her prods, by the time she finished his back, his feedback had devolved into a weak moan.

“Enjoying yourself, are you?” She joked, intently gauging his expression.

“Not exactly the type of massage I had in mind,” he grumbled. “Trust me.”

She sighed, taking down some detailed notes in his file and instructing him on on-going care. There were a few tears, some strains and some mobility issues. Scientifically speaking, Clint was a mess… if that wasn’t already quite clear. Her eyes kept drifting over to his hunched over form on the table, staring at her work behind her screen. Trying to coax a smile out of her.

She leaned her face against her knuckles as she processed some things from behind her desk.

“Am I going to make it, Doc?” Clint quipped in a hoarse voice at her expression.

His blue eyes were exhausted and vivid, the red rims making the colour even brighter. Tired crinkles sunk deep at the edges of his eyes and Dani suddenly wondered the last time he’d slept.

“Barely,” she shot back, face still straight to not give him the satisfaction of a smile. “Are you going to be able to get home?”

He hesitated, wringing his hands as he spoke, “I was just—“

She asked, but she’d already made up her mind.

“I’ll drive you,” Dani said without a second thought as she closed his file. “You’re my last patient today, and you’re lucky I took the car in this morning.”

He didn’t fight her, he knew better from her lack of banter. But still, Clint tried to get a rise out of her.

“Cap’s bike too good for you or something?” he smiled, but Dani knew he was just deflecting.

She replied soberly, “Trying to avoid a repeat in the press.”

Clint supplied a knowing look, looking slightly guilty at bringing it up as face returned to neutral. She started gathering her things from around the room before aiding him off of the exam table. Watching carefully for any wobbles, she looped her arm around his waist to steady him as they headed towards the door.

Setting Clint to lean against the wall, she quickly locked her office and turned to meet his gaze.

“My place or yours?” Dani thought about it for a split second before amending, “Do you even have food at your place?”

She knew he’d be in a lot more pain later if he didn’t have something. Best case, he ordered Chinese food and actually ate the vegetables. Worst case, he passed out on an empty stomach and woke up hurting worse than he did now.

He shook his head with a guilty grin, “Unless something mutated into food while I was gone for the last month.”

“My place then.”

She could feel him go rigid, stopping her in her tracks.

“Dani, I don’t want to put you out—”

“Clint, you and I both know that if I had some big plans, you and Nat’d probably know before I did,” Dani griped, maybe a little too frustrated. She sighed and willed her voice softer, “Just let me help you out.”

Another sideways glance from the archer before he nodded. She felt like she’d reversed roles with Steve when she had to buckle Clint into his seat, smiling slightly as she did. Clint shot her a raised eyebrow, but she shook it off and got behind the wheel.

“Sooo… how was work?”

She had been staring so intently at the road that she hadn’t noticed him fidgeting in his seat. Clint wasn’t one for silence in the best of times, but she’d gone and made his appointment awkward with her icy replies.

She breathed out a chuckle, “Sorry, it was a rough one today. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

“Well, you did make me promise to not making a habit of showing up black and blue,” he said with a smile. “So I deserved some of it.”

She paused a beat, “Yeah, I guess you did.”

His smile broadened, and before long, they had arrived at her place. It was already dark out by the time they pulled in outside the building, not that it took much this time of year. Dani dropped Clint off out front with her key so he wouldn’t have to hike up quite as many stairs.

Also so he could get a head start and shower — though she’d had some doubts he was stable enough to do that. She found him alive (a good sign) and settled on her couch in a spare pair of sweats and a t-shirt he’d dug out of her top drawer. Head leaning back and eyes closed, she tried to be as quiet as she could, not knowing the last time he’d been able to rest.

Thankfully her cookware was already on the counter drying so she didn’t have to rummage for it. She lit the stove, set up a pot full of water and started heating up the pan. Pasta was easy and a fan favourite, so she got to work without a word. Oil, garlic, onion, diced tomatoes and some chicken breast for protein.

It was nothing fancy, but it was enough carb-wise to hopefully speed up Clint’s recovery.

Dani was so immersed in cooking that she didn’t notice Clint watching her until she reached over into a nearby cupboard for some serving plates. His expression was somewhere between curiosity and admiration.

“Hungry?”

“I could eat,” he said with a soft smile. “You didn’t have to cook, we could have ordered something.”

“It would have taken hours tonight,” she chuckled. “It’s Valentine’s Day, remember?”

His expression told her he didn’t remember, and her chuckle turned into a full-blown laugh. They ate dinner on the couch, Dani firmly instructing her friend not to even try to get up in his condition. The only sounds were the clinking of cutlery and Clint moaning into his pasta bowl.

“So good,” he groaned in a low rumble. “Best Valentine’s ever.”

“You’ve had worse Valentine’s than getting beaten to a pulp so bad you weren’t even able to drive yourself home?” She asked incredulously.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had someone make me dinner from scratch?” He said, sounding unsure. “And I’ve definitely been in worse scraps. At least, I’m pretty sure…”

“Is that you or the head trauma talking?” She said with a smile. “To be fair, this is probably the most romantic thing I’ve done on Valentine’s Day too.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never been wined and dined on the almighty heart-shaped holiday?” He smirked, eyes alight at the prospect of digging into her love life.

“Well,” she started, thinking back. “From recent memory, I’ve been dumped, and walked out on one of the worst dates ever. The last time I got something for Valentine’s was probably in high school. I think it was a Care Bears card.”

He smiled so broadly he squinted, hand clapping on her thigh.

“We make quite the pair,” Clint laughed, clutching his ribs and groaning. “Oh, don’t make me laugh.”

“That’s going to be hard if we’re talking about dating histories, or lack thereof,” she smiled, picking up the empty plates and setting them in the dishwasher. “Do you want an icepack?”

He groaned in response, so she wrapped the ice pack in a spare tea towel and brought it over to him. Clint hissed as she lifted the hem of his shirt and pressed it against his ribs. His hand wrapped over hers and she flushed slightly, pulling away and walking back to the kitchen.

She cleared her throat nervously, “Dessert?”

“What’s on the menu?” His face brightened up as he looked at her over his shoulder.

“Ben & Jerry’s?”

He beamed, “I knew you were my favourite for a reason.”

Setting the bowls down on the coffee table in front of them, they settled on a brainless comedy, just something to be in the background. Dani didn’t expect Clint to be awake much longer; his eyes were already drooping as he sat on the couch with her.

“So, I really did interrupt your V-Day plans, huh?” he said quietly, nudging his head toward the ice cream bowls.

“Oh yeah, just me, the TV and a pint of ice cream,” she said with a straight face.

He snickered, shifting so his legs were on the couch and head leaned on her bicep. He was a furnace on her side, a welcome escape from the draft coming in through the poorly insulated windows that lined her apartment. The lovely light she got during the days made for terribly cold evenings.

Clint’s arms enveloped her, still half-asleep by her count. She sank deeper into the couch, finding her own eyes hard to keep open between his body heat and his meandering touch. Fingertips lazily drew on her side, exposed by her ridden up t-shirt, before stopping suddenly at a raised edge.

Her breath hitched as she realized what he felt and stayed trapped in her chest as he examined the puckered skin.

“When did you get this?” his voice was gravely, suddenly sounding more awake.

She was stock-still, scared that if she moved she’d either hurt him or look like she was hiding something. Well, hiding more than she actually was.

“Hmm,” she pretended to think about it.

Pretended that she couldn’t remember the day she got it in vivid detail. Every waking moment, every scar. Even the ones Clint couldn’t reach.

“I think I was eleven,” she settled quietly, feeling Clint tense beside her.

His hands hadn’t left her side, hovering just over the marred skin like he was suddenly apprehensive. Afraid to set her off down a path she didn’t want to retread.

But he asked the question anyway. At this point, he must have known the answer.

“How does an eleven year-old get a cigarette burn?”

His tone wasn’t hostile, it wasn’t prying, but she could feel his heart rate increase beside her.

Dani couldn’t lie to him; he didn’t deserve that. The last thing she wanted was to worry him, not about things neither of them had any control over. There was no use burdening others with things she’d happily left in the past, after all.

But, if she couldn’t be honest with Clint, who could she be honest with?

“Some guy my mom dated,” she murmured. “And no, Tony doesn’t know,” she added, anticipating his next question.

He leaned his forehead against her arm, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in. Hands resuming in small circular motions on her back, the soothing motion sending shivers down her spine.

She waited for him to ask her why she never said anything, why she acted like it was nothing, but it never came.

“My ol’ man was a piece of shit too,” he admitted privately. “To me and my brother.”

She didn’t even know he had a brother.

“I’m sorry.” She was. “I didn’t know.”

He looked up at her with those blue eyes she couldn’t tear herself away from. Beneath the bravado and the banter was this man, who had a hell of a lot more secrets than he was telling, but a good man, nonetheless. Bobbi had seen it, Nat knew it, and here she was, spilling one of her closely guarded secrets, only to have him offer up a piece of his own past in return.

Her stomach fluttered at the sad look in his eyes, hands drifting to meet his, now wrapped around her.

“Not your fault. I get it, though,” he sighed a little, body relaxing to a more natural state. “People like us gotta stick together,” he mumbled as he nuzzled himself into her arm.

It must have been a couple of hours later when she stirred next. The TV had long gone dark, and she wasn’t sure if either of them were truly awake or asleep. His arm still circled her waist, body pressed to her back on the couch with no sign of either of them wanting to move. Breathing level, even and in sync.

Even though he was black and blue and would have a hell of a time getting off the couch in the morning, she’d never felt safer. She could feel him stir slightly against her.

“Dani?”

“Mm?”

He murmured into her shoulder, barely audible in a sleepy voice, “You’re the best.”

She could only manage a half smile, chin a little wobbly from his words. Dani was suddenly very glad her face was hidden from him, so he couldn’t see the sappy tears hiding in her eyelashes.

“Least I can do,” she tried to brush off in her most level voice. “By my count, I owe you a lot more of these considering the last couple of years.”

He pulled himself up slightly to look down at her, voice coming out a bit clearer now, “You don’t owe me anything. You know I’d do anything for you.”

She could only nod and hug his arms a little tighter as he settled back into the couch, unable to find words to say he wasn’t alone in that sentiment. A few minutes passed before he threaded his fingers between hers and, considering how level his breathing was, she couldn’t tell if he even realized he was doing it.

A tear slipped down her cheek, but she wasn’t exactly sad.

Dani knew two things in that moment, and she knew them very well: she had fallen hopelessly for something she couldn’t have, and even knowing that, she had never been happier.

“Goodnight, Clint.”

#writing fics #clint x oc #clint barton x oc #mcu fic #mcu fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 #Anonymous #text

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