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thegeminisage · 1 month

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IT'S TIME FOR. a star trek update. and BOY am i behind. wednesday we watched tng's "frame of mind," friday we watched ds9's "progress" and tng's "suspicions," and last night we watched ds9's "if wishes were horses." i am so thrilled to announce that despite the high amount of episodes including tng episodes i have almost NOTHING to complain about this update. like a little, but not much.

frame of mind (tng):

first of all we must acknowledge this gifset, which according to the timestamp i saw with my eyeballs near the end of january which (and i checked) was right after the episode where picard is like yeah worf should kill himself. IN the course of the episode worf asks riker to assist with his suicide which is both the most horrible and romantic thing that's ever happened with them. so i went into the ship tag. found it most bereft except for this gifset. i have been DYING to know for a MONTH AND A HALF what's going on in this ep. i finally cracked recently and read the summary which only made me more excited.

so. drumroll. DID THE EP DELIVER..............???

yes.

yes, with VERY minor caveats.

i think my only real complaint about this episode is that it was a me problem. like i was picturing some scene where worf tenderly (for him) talks riker down from a fit of madness and also he was the real worf. i built it up too much in my head. that's not what happened. in my mind palace it is. i'm a little tempted to do a rewrite of it to make it happen but i barely have time to breathe so that will remain a wistful thought for now. like, i knew the enterprise setting wasn't real, but regardless of the amount of worf/riker (e deanna) ship content it was just kind of disappointing to learn that the mental facility was ALSO not real because the worf and data that rescued riker were not real and the beverly that snuck in to see him was also not real and his experiences there also weren't "real" in the physical sense, even though he very much did still experience them. very "it was all a dream!" of them

OTHER THAN THAT. i was really into it. i loved everything about it. i loved riker's break from reality. i loved that crazy lady with the spoon. i loved how even data got weirded out at riker's antics. i love that the part of riker that is his feelings is represented by deanna and the part of him that is action is represented by worf WORF E RIKER E DEANNA REAL! i didn't like picard being his logic. spock should be everybody's logic. get that guy outta here

also, what a great touch to have very chill very normal very laid back riker be like yeah if i don't tear this set apart with my bare hands before i sleep i really WILL go crazy 🙃

side var didn't beverly say people were coming to clean it up in the morning...what happened to the ship cleaning itself smh. justice for the invisible janitors and housekeepers of starfleet

also, why did this episode make me slightly into riker and beverly as friends with benefits...the whole trill boyfriend situation adds so much fun complication to that as well depending on a multitude of varying and equally valid interpretations of that event. like, girl, forget picard's two-timing ass. what's he ever done for you except knock you up with an affair baby. join the worf e riker e deanna polycule. they could make better husbands. shit, i could make a better husband. forget him girl! you don't need him

progress (ds9):

holy fucking shit.

this episode BLEW me away. easily a must-see on my spreadsheet, when i (eventually?) catch up. every single thing they do with kira is AMAZING.

the old guy was so instantly likable. he was likable even when he was being sexist BECAUSE he was being sexist specifically to wind kira up because kira was playing bad guy. their chemistry was so good. i was just as worried about him as kira was the whole episode long

what a brilliant way to discuss war, not by showing the violence or the gore or the death but by simply showing us this guy who won't leave his farm and sleeptalks during his nightmares and these other two who can't speak but WILL kill you with pitchforks. like, you have "chain of command" with picard and the four lights and then you have this, and both of them are so important in our understanding of the cardassians and what they do.

sisko was so absolutely kind to kira. like, he outlined her struggle perfectly - she's no longer the underdog, and in some ways that sucks, because she now has no idea how to behave. her morals and her logic and her heart are all telling her different things.

AND LIKE. SISKO. KNEELING DOWN. TO BE EYE TO EYE WITH HER. i cannot possibly express how important that is. HE IS SO GOOD!!!

i'm actually really glad she got teary eyed but DIDN'T cry. we just watched her ugly cry in that episode with kai opaka and i think to do it twice together so soon would have been too much. but it DID need that emotional beat, and they struck the perfect balance.

the through-line of the fucking kiln. every time i saw them building it. wah.

the ending was so shocking and so horrible...actually, my one tiny nitpick with this ep is that there wasn't really the proper setup for it. the air will be poison if those guys tap the moon, but surely the ostensible utopian starfleet is not gonna tap it with even one holdout...? though i guess bajor isn't in starfleet proper? tng often has too MUCH technobabble and exposition but this didn't have quiiite enough - i feel like forcefields or masks or other scifi tech might have solved this problem and i didn't REALLY believe the only two solutions were to let this guy die on the moon or forcibly relocate him, especially when kira brought up a slower way to get the energy they needed - but maybe that's the point, that she ended the fight before it could become one, idk. i also wish he had said "as long as this house is still standing" a little earlier - having him say it right before the end sort of gave away what kira was gonna do before she did it, though i DIDN'T expect her to start with the kiln.

other than though it was so good. it says so much about the nature of the cardassians as a group, and bajorans as a group, and about kira herself.

also, sorry, jacket coming off hot.

suspicions (tng):

THERE WERE SO MANY WOMEN IN THIS EPISODE??? let's count

beverly, and it's a beverly-centric episode

hot klingon lady who threw beverly around like a sack of flour (again: beverly is bicurious)

VERY snooty vulcan lady with the human??? husband????? sorry but doesn't he have a refractory period how do they get BY during pon farr? ok. none of my business. moving on

nurse ogawa who helped commit women's wrongs

guinan, beverly's confidant and pretend tennis elbow haver...

deanna also had a few lines which i'm choosing to count in the spirit of things

also, that green alien guy? long feng from atla.

anyway, i was tickled with this episode. not only because they finally wrote a ferengi who isn't racist, showed another vulcan/human couple, included a bunch of women, AND gave beverly the main role, but also because the mystery was perfectly done. it gave us just enough information to stay interesting, and i figured out long feng faked his own death RIGHT before the reveal - not early enough to bore me but early enough to make me feel smart

i didn't really understand why beverly chose to end ferengi racism in a field that she wasn't even in but i support her so much. also, she got to do an illegal autopsy and steal a fucking shuttle. GOOD for her

again i want to state that this klingon lady TOSSED HER AROUND it was so fucking sexy. get it beverly. i so rarely have so much fun with a tng episode and we got two good ones in a row!!

if wishes were horses (ds9):

this is a sequel to an episode of tos i mostly don't like, "shore leave." tng also had a "shore leave episode" (the one where picard's mom showed up and i think some ensign got spliced into the floor) so we have done "our thoughts manifest as reality" twice now and i assume will continue to do it in every star trek series going forward. so far i have not liked any of these episodes because of the redundant and irrelevant nature of them (oh look! a random tiger!) but ds9's is probably my favorite out of the three

i just feel like you have the potential to get so real and do such character work when thoughts are manifested as reality and instead it's always this crazy shit. i think tng tried to do it with more gravitas, but it's tng and early tng at that, so i've yet to see star trek do one of these successfully and i doubt i ever will.

ANYWAY. number one complaint with this is of course the fake dax. i think it's really funny that she keeps gently but firmly shooting julian down, and while julian is a likable cringefail loser i NEVER saw him as a creep, not even with repeated attempts to ask her out...and then this happened, and it was very touch and go for a second there. i'm glad his instinct was to fight dax when she was compromised, really horrified when he "gave in," and then was extremely relieved when they were interrupted. he tried i guess. i'm gonna try not to hold it against him. if i can forgive geordi i can forgive julian.

we ALMOST got it working right. dax was like you know julian in a way i kind of feel like we invaded YOUR privacy it's not as though you can help having fantasies and they should have been safe in your head which was like. ok great take actually! we are being adults! but then the fake one showed back up and tried to pick a catfight with the real one and SSSSIGH

keiko and o'briens little daughter is SO cute. i mean she is SO fucking adorable. rumpelstiltskin was easily the dumbest part of this episode but that little baby is so adorable it was almost worth it to see her. i also didn't like that obrien didn't immediately say no as a kneejerk reaction to selling his daughter. girl what's wrong with you

i DON'T like that there's no baseball in the future. number one i refuse to believe americans could ever fall out of love with baseball even if it's only in a "let's bring back this vintage game" kind of way and number two it's one of the only sports i kind of like and understand. sisko being a nerd about an ancient dead sport is so funny though. good for him.

THAT SAID. i was kind of hoping sisko would see his dead wife. we got a great little moment where kira imagined an explosion and a guy on fire, which touched on something she probably actually has seen, and it was a fun way to give a stupid and silly concept some gravitas, but when everything got quiet there at the end i was expecting sisko's wife and no, it was just mr baseball again

shoutout also to odo running around with two real live birds on that set, quark fucking the birds after they turned into ladies, and then odo imagining quark in jail. truly a series of events, though given quark offering to make him a changeling lady friend in the holosuite (refreshing that at least in ds9 they acknowledge it as a sex toy), i kind of expected a serious moment with him too where he got his wish unwillingly.

and finally, i had SUCH a hard time following the plot of this episode.

the ending of this...eh. the power of positive thinking got rid of the rift = funny? the power of positive thinking is why a bunch of aliens showed up to wreak havoc = ehhhhh. the closest we came to having that serious moment i wanted was kira's .5 second scene and it JUST wasn't long enough. probably my least favorite ds9 episode yet, if we don't count the one with q, but still not as excruciating as some of tng's duds - it was entertaining enough not to make me hate existing for a single watch.

TONIGHT: tng's "rightful heir" (worf episode???👀) and ds9's "the forsaken" (deeply not looking forward to this...the summary says LWAXANA TROI is supposed to be mencing my best boy odo. please save him please get the tng out of my ds9 please please pleeease)

#personal #star trek blogging #tng lb #ds9 lb

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ithebookhoarder · 2 years

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🎂 for Obi please? From the emoji head canon thing? I think he needs some joy given those first few eps this week

A/N: I mean, you're not wrong, so of course! Have some fluff... and some angst -sorry! 😅✨ I can't resist sprinkling some in. Here's the emoji prompt list if anyone else wants it, btw.

🎂 - A Birthday Headcanon: (Obi-wan Kenobi)

This man would never have liked having much of a fuss made on his birthdays - He’s been this way since you first met.

Of course, given the way of the Jedi order, birthdays aren’t that big of a deal. They aren’t marked or celebrated within the order, which Obi-wan is keen to stress when explaining why he doesn’t really care about celebrating … but that doesn’t mean you or the others have ever paid much attention to the finer details of being a Jedi - or to what Obi-wan told you to do.

Anakin and Ahsoka would love helping you plan every year, keen for the opportunity to celebrate their friend - and embarrass him at the same time.

If you were at the temple when the day came, you’d be sure to lure Obi-wan out into the city for dinner somewhere, be it Dex’s or somewhere else.

You use the opportunity to toast him and force him to open any and all presents you would have got for him.

“You really didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Well, we wanted to. So, go on. Open it!”

Afterwards, you would insist on dragging him to some club - or if he seems more in the mood for something quieter, to Padmé’s apartment, so you could carry on the festivities.

The liquor would flow and the music would be loud as you watch him turning red from all the joyous chaos around him.

You even manage to convince him to dance for a song or two.

However, if you were off planet for his birthday then you make sure to still mark the day just in a different way.

For instance, you know the troopers love to join in the fun and make a fuss in their own way.

This usually involves surprising Obi with a formal salute as he approaches them in the morning, followed by a chorus of ‘happy birthday’

Obi is absolutely stunned the first time it happens, and promises to get revenge when your birthday comes around again.

They also make sure to have some liquor to toast him within the rations for whatever mission you’re on.

Basically, for all his fussing and dismissive nature towards birthdays, you know Obi actually really appreciates all the effort you go to year after year.

After all, he is the same when it comes to commemorating all of you when you all reach another milestone. In fact, he's the first to offer you a gift and a proud smile.

It’s why he struggles so much following the collapse of the Jedi order.

That first birthday after comes and goes with barely a word about it, even if you wanted to do something. Instead, you let it pass, knowing it would do more harm than good.

But the year after that? Well, you decide you both need a little joy in your lives and that a birthday is as good enough an excuse as any.

So, you wake him in the morning with breakfast in bed, having specially bought the ingredients to make his favourites. You also make an effort to be as quiet as possible, so as not to wake him until you’re ready - else he’ll be up for the day and you’d never be able to wrestle him back to bed.

You making breakfast in itself isn’t that much of an unusual occurrence, but you wish to ease him into the day. He also appreciates it nonetheless, when his eyes open and a veritable feast is laid out before him.

It also grants you a wonderful excuse to hand him his gift, whilst his mouth is too full of food to protest.

You give him a small parcel, promising it isn’t anything big or fancy. Just a small token you had seen and thought he’d like.

“What’s this?”

“Well, you said it yourself. Life has to go on and this is our life now. You deserve to be told how much you mean to me. I love you, and we deserve to celebrate what we have… we have each other, obi. That’s a lot.”

He pauses, a flicker of guilt creeping into his eyes as he processes what you’re saying. “You’re right.”

You also take him to town for a festival occurring that week, using the excuse of a supply run to draw him out.

He can't exactly blame you for the festivities, considering they just so happen to be coinciding with the day. You are keen to point out that you hadn't broken your promise of not organising anything.

Honestly, you had nothing to do with it, but that doesn't mean you can't capitalise on the various food stalls and brightly coloured decorations hanging about the main square.

It also allows you both the chance to sit in the sand and watch as fireworks are released towards the end of the night in a display unlike any you've seen in a long time.

That is how you end the day, holding hands and staring at the night sky.

He'd pull you close as a breeze whistles across the desert dunes. Luckily, his cloak is large enough to conceal you both and keep out the growing chill. “Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome, my love... happy birthday.”

#obi wan star wars #obi wan #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x reader #obi-wan x reader #obi-wan kenobi #obi-wan x you #obi wan x you #ithebookhoarder #masterlist #thesilentmage #star wars #obi wan kenobi show #kenobi 2022 #the clone wars #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #Star Wars x reader

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ashtraythief · 1 year

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This is kinda a weird question, but isn’t it strange that we all love fan fiction and reading romantic plot lines in them and smut and all of this but our favorite show is Supernatural, which is just this story about platonic love? I think that really drew me to the show, I’ve never seen a show that focused so heavily on platonic love, not romantic, and made that the same focus of the entire show. It’s so lovely to see. Did that draw you into the show too?

Ah, yeah. Fandom and their endless quest to make everyone bang and/or fall in love (which I say lovingly, because so do I). And I don't think it's a weird question at all.

Honestly, I started watching Supernatural for very shallow reasons. It was recommend in the “ridiculously attractive people” category of a streaming site :D The pilot was way too scary for me though and so I quit again. But then a while later, I was watching Leverage on TNT and that ep was followed by Playthings. We left the TV running and I just… got sucked into it. Obviously, I had no idea about the context, only remembered the pilot vaguely, but boy did I fall in love immediately. With them, their relationship, the humor, the love and I went right back to the beginning and forced myself to put on my big girl pants and suffer through the scary eps (yes, yes, I know, they’re not that scary, I’m a wuss) and I was so gone on them, it was ridiculous. So yeah, it was the abscence of romance i guess, because I did fall in love with their relationship. In which Playthings truly is a magnificent gem even among the riches of season two.

I think if Sam and Dean’s relationship were romantic (if they were an unrelated het couple because let’s be real, nothing else would have been on network TV seventeen years ago), I think I would have been almost as enamored. Though I don’t know how to build a relationship like that without their past. It would have needed to be grown up together in some kind of way. I think their relationship would be compelling either way, but it is definitely more compelling for not being romantic. For one I think because romance is the default setting for the all-encompassing, soulmate-type relationships, and also because it’s just so unusual? Like even for one of those fated soulmate romance stories, Sam and Dean are still weirdly intense. They’re just more. Unhealthy, codependent, whatever you want to call it, but it makes for good stories. And I think that’s beautiful.

As for why we make wincest…. Well, the shallow reason is that they’re both beautiful men and it’s fun to imagine them bang. And sometimes you gotta be shallow. But also it just seems…. logical. They want to share everything (they do almost share everything, I mean consider what they know about each other’s sex lives and how they enable each other, like Dean wanting Sam to get laid to cheer him up or Sam wanting to drag Dean to a strip club to cheer him up, like they know sexy times can make you feel better and since they can’t provide that themselves they try to find ways to at least facilitate the happy-making sexy times), they are incredibly intimate anyway, there are many instance where they are jealous of romantic partners/friends and there is an exclusive claim on the other that’s rarely relinquished. Honestly, sex is probably the only facette of an intimate interpersonal relationship that’s not covered due to the whole being related thing, but fandoms love to break taboos and explore all sorts of boundaries in transformative works, and wincest is truly the most low hanging fruit of them all. It’s right there. Dancing out of reach. The show itself plays with it, both as jokes when people mistake them as a gay couple or when Sam and Dean use couple-coded language for each other, like when Dean asks if Sam wants a divorce when they’re fighting. They also made actual wincest shippers canon. Like, I was an innocent brofan of the show when I saw The Monster at the End of the Book, and bam, wincest in my brain, like a lightbulb went off and it took up residence there because it just made so much sense. In more serious themes, other characters comment on how special or twisted their relationship is, both friends and villains alike, they sell their soul for each other (or at least try to in Sam’s case), they do or attempt to do unspeakable things to save each other, they are canon soulmates, they have an extensive repertoire of love language and love acts to show their love for and knowledge of each other, they have a whole you-are-the-most-important-thing-ever thing that goes down in a fucking church, I mean, the show makes it abundantly clear that Sam and Dean are it for each other. And so I think that it’s very natural that people go with the wincest. Even though we have to take the incest hurdle, but hey, fantasy is for the dark, transgressive stuff, right?

At the same time, it is refreshing that the show doesn’t center romance when almost all other shows do, and I think it’s one of the reasons people do enjoy it. And once you have the magic of Sam and Dean, whether you ship wincest or not, you don’t want them to mess with that so you want the non-romance thing to stay (unless you want a certain ship to go canon of course). In conclusion, wincest just makes sense, on every level really and we just creatively want to explore that in fun ways while keeping what’s great about canon in the show. The true art of shipping, I think.

#anon ask #wincest #the epic love story of sam and dean

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atla-suki · 2 years

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dunno whether you've talked about this before but like feelings on Katara saying "you didn't love her like I did" and then literally not apologising ever (and the implication that by now Sokka is used to it and doesn't believe he deserves better)

hellooo!!

i have LOTS of thoughts on that scene. the whole episode, actually.

i understand it was a zuko-centric moment of the series. i understand that it was meant to be an episode dedicated to katara and zuko and their connection/relationship (and lack thereof pre-southern raiders). BUT i just hate how sokka was thrown to the side.

the show starts with sokka and katara. above everything, it’s ALWAYS been sokka and katara. but we never actually get a lot of info on either of them pre-atla. we know they lost their mother young (and katara witnessed it), we know their father left (and it impacted sokka largely), we know sokka felt like he was supposed to be the ‘man’ of the village, we know katara washes sokka’s socks? see what i mean… there’s not much to work with. so when we DO get more info on a crucial part of their childhoods, why is it focused solely on katara?

it’s established very early on that kya’s death is significant to katara and that she hasn’t been able to move on even after all this time. it’s hinted that sokka is generally less caught up on his mother’s death than katara. it’s implied that this is because his father told him to be strong and be a man and protect katara/the tribe. BUT we get some insight into the impact of kya’s death on sokka in ‘The Runaway’ - (WHICH KATARA HEARD HIM SAY, BTW. makes her comment in ‘The Southern Raiders’ a little more harsh…) it’s all been said before that sokka grieves differently than katara and her “you didn’t love her the way i did” comment was outta pocket for that matter, etc etc wbk. i won’t cover that again.

the thing is, i actually DON’T have an issue with her comment in that scene. sure it’s insensitive and wrong, but i completely get it. she’s angry, she’s hurt, she’s confused as to why her own brother isn’t supporting her in a matter regarding their mother. she lashed out. i do it to my own sister all the time. but my issue lies with the fact that the writers didn’t do ANYTHING to address the scene later on.

a large part of atla is growth and healing (see: aang going from a goof to a fully realised avatar; zuko’s entire arc; sokka learning and growing out of his misogynistic beliefs, etc…) so it feels wrong to just leave sokka and katara’s argument (is it an argument? anyways yk The scene) hanging without proper closure. it didn’t even have to be a full apology scene if they didn’t wanna add it - katara could’ve just had a throwaway line like, “i have to go talk to sokka” or something simple like that. also quick side note WHY did aang rush up to katara on the dock at the end of the ep??? nothing that happened even concerns him. it shoulda been sokka.

ANYWAYS yeah an apology was definitely needed somewhere in the episode. or just like.. more sokka towards the end. idk about sokka but if MY sibling went to avenge our mother’s death i think i’d like to know the outcome of everything that happened, yk?

the show starts with sokka and katara. above everything, it’s ALWAYS been sokka and katara. but they seem to forget this during ‘The Southern Raiders’ for some reason. the episode is great, but it could’ve been stronger with more scenes between katara and sokka - ESPECIALLY if they included an apology scene.

also one more thing: i think it’s insane that sokka was supposedly getting laid while zuko was planning to help katara to hunt down their mother’s killer like how do u put these two scenes back-to-back wth-

anyways thx for the ask xoxo i don’t know if i even made a proper point here but have fun reading my spiel.

#ask #atla #sokka #katara #the southern raiders #also SORRY i wrote this like 2 days ago and then accidentally threw it in the drafts instead of posting it #anyways here it is now <3 #analysis

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felicityhicklingviscomlvl5 · 11 months

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Term Reflection

I am proud of myself for what I’ve achieved in this unit, I feel I have improved my editorial skills massively which is what I wanted to do. This term has been heavily focused on what I wanted to do which I really enjoyed, but I think also gave me limitations in getting started on the project.

EP//M was a great experience and I think I connected with this a lot more than I thought I would, as I tend to not do enough UI/UX designs and concepts to realise how much I enjoy them. Since our final presentation, as a group, we chose to refine ‘Fakeaway’ using the feedback we received because it was coming from a professional agency which we thought was a good idea to get into the habit of responding to. We ended up sharing our refinements with them and actually landed ourselves an opportunity to present again down at EP//M and we also were asked to be in an article they were writing, where we answered a few questions they gave us. So, overall this experience was very eye-opening and really fun which was good to have at the start of term.

The CVL project this term was quite taunting compared to others as we had a lot of freedom to do what we wanted (in preparation for our FMP). I struggled with the shorter time we had to do this project, as it felt like I was behind at times because struggled with getting started since there was so much we could do, so the process of generating ideas for me was difficult. Once I found a general direction from some help it became a lot more of an easier process, and so I took the opportunity to focus on what I wanted from the end of the unit. Which was to improve my editorial skills and lean into something I'm interested in and value.

At first, during this project, I was less refined with my idea for a while which impacted going deeper into contextual research and problem-solving. I later figured out my direction when I went back through the general research I’d already done, where I found the term “form follows function”. This allowed me to learn theories within the term and how they became to be combined into Mid-Century Modern architecture and influence many architects to come.

One problem I was having throughout my project was my target audience which is where I felt I lacked when problem-solving. I originally wanted millennials as my primary audience but later changed it to gen z. My problem was I couldn’t pinpoint why and what I wanted the audience to take away from my outcome. I think I started to define my audience more as I was experimenting with imagery, leading me to lean into the duo-tone trend which when collecting visual research, I saw a lot of it, signifying that it was trending and appealing to gen z. To delve further into why gen z, I went back to the problem with architecture books, which is that they’re almost too simple. The text is small and in one large block, which gen z looks at and thinks “I’m not reading all that” since gen z prefers straight-to-the-point information and unique information. So I wanted to create an architecture book that would be editorial allowing me to apply information that encourages learning and value for them.

Deciding to create a physical book was challenging especially since I wanted to try something new by doing a clothbound book, but without the end result being physical it would’ve had the same effect if I just added my spreads to a mockup. Since I also looked into coffee table books when refining my audience, the whole idea of them is that it holds what you value, physically, and you can display it and show people who you are. Also, the way I laid out my spreads is all equally displayable, allowing for the other point of the coffee table book, which is “they look pretty and cool”. Before my final crit, my book was still quite simple from what it ended up being, as I needed to explore more things I could do with it that could add an interactive element. To support this I looked into how gen z feels about physical books and they actually prefer them, so the interactive elements became an advantage since it would create more of an exciting experience when going through the book. I added fold-out pages which would fold out to an image of the Farnsworth House and also create a clear navigation of a new section of the book. My final addition was a cover sleeve, which you see a lot on hardback books. The sleeve doubles as a poster which I felt gen z would appreciate and could add to their maximalist walls.

Overall, this term was a challenge for me but I finished with an outcome I’m extremely proud of which makes up for a lot of the struggles I dealt with this term, but I’m glad this mini FMP was a chance to have an idea of what our actual FMP will be like.

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chorusfm · 1 year

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Zebrahead – II

The latest EP from Zebrahead comes at an important crossroads in their history. II is the second release from the band since adding the new vocalist/guitarist Adrian Estrella, and finds Zebrahead tinkering with their sound in order to discover what works best for them for the foreseeable future. Their last record, entitled III, was a thrilling reinvention of their dynamic sound that left the realm of possibilities wide open for where this artist could travel to next. Much like a storm coming out to sea at the wrong time, this ship occasionally steers off course, when they could’ve simplified the process of crafting these songs. The band covers a little bit of new ground by adding more metal riffs in one song, and attempts a ska/punk track on the EP that goes a bunch of directions, but never in a straight path. II starts off on the right foot with a blazing song called “No Tomorrow,” that hones in on the best elements of what Zebrahead are extremely good at. It ends up being the best song on the EP, and the lyrical material finds the band pondering on how much longer they can stay on top of their game. The chorus of, “I just wanna act young, but grow old with my friends / I just wanna get drunk / And be sober when I feel like it / I just wanna see the world before I go / Stay up all night and lose control / Act young and grow older with my friends / Live like there’s no tomorrow,” reminds the audience that eventually everyone needs to grow up, but staying young at heart is a commendable approach. ”Licking a Knife For Fun” is largely built around the lyrics we’ve heard too many times before, “I would rather die on my feet / Than live on my knees,” and comes across a bit of misstep as the band leans in towards a riff-heavy approach to their songwriting. The ska/punk song of “Evil Anonymous” follows with some vibrant guitar playing from Dan Palmer and Estrella as Ali shouts along, “Pain a state of mind / Wanna fight, get in line / Agent orange can’t deny / Under cover / Blind to lead the blind / You ain’t a friend of mine / I can never read the signs / Suffer (Suffer).” The tracks adds in some horns too to give off some Goldfinger vibes as well. The heaviest song comes on “Middle Seat Blues,” that bassist Ben Osmundson explains as, “Imagine a song that combines a bit of metal, a bit of laid-back groove, and splashes a bit of punk on top. Hard to imagine right?” By giving the track a listen, it reminds me a bit of a metal-focused band trying out some experimental punk rock. Zebrahead have always been more of a punk rock band in spirit, so this one came as a curious choice, and a bit of a surprise in the EP’s sequencing. Zebrahead luckily gets back on the right footing with “F.L.F.U.” (or “Fuck Love and Fuck You”), that is closer to their usual wheelhouse of songs we’ve come to expect and want from the band. The drumming by Ed Udhus is particularly powerful in the opening verses, and he adds some nice fills in the bridge as well. Overall, Zebrahead seem to be having some growing pains on this unbalanced record that tries too hard to be everything to everyone. The EP tries to check off all the boxes for all the sounds they’ve gone for over their career, but never really sticks to one style long enough to allow the audience to vibe to the entire record. That being said, the multiple directions that Zebrahead try out on II show that the band remains fearless and capable of creating a multitude of sounds; they just need to decide what type of band they’d like to be next. --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/reviews/zebrahead-ii/

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luuurien · 2 years

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Caytra - Caytra

(Jazz Fusion, Neo-Soul, Jazz Funk)

A fluid yet tightly controlled debut, Caytra's self-titled EP is a lightweight taste of their uniquely London mix of rich jazz harmonic language with snappy, off-kilter dance grooves. Through nothing more than percussion, guitar and bass, they pull as much as they possibly can out of these delightful five tracks.

☆☆☆☆

Caytra's formula isn't all too complicated, but that's what makes loving their music such an easy thing to do. Built on the foundation of James Gullis' drumming, Sam Ithell's guitar work and Conor Cotteril's thickly-laid basslines expand and contract like two giant floodlights illuminating an empty warehouse, only the three of them there to shape the music and refine all its details. But for how simple their group structure is, their music is anything but, a dizzying blend of rich jazz harmonic language with snappy, off-kilter dance grooves that pays homage to London's underground electronic history while transforming it into something more organic and fleshy, live instrumentalists reacting in real time to lightning-quick rhythm changes in ways that couldn't happen if it was all just being played off a drum programmer. Caytra's biggest strength is that all three of its members are incredibly comfortable performing together, and the music benefits immensely from just how tight-knit Caytra is as a group, how well-acquainted they are with one another's playing styles. It might not be much, but these five songs are all Caytra needs to give you a crystal-clear vision of who they are. At the center of things is Gullis, his drumming equally inspired by frenetic club music as much as it is the sounds of classic broken beat and jazz fusion. He has a glowing energy buzzing about him, right from the release of their first single The OG: his chunky funk rock groove full of minute drum fills and playful hi-hat fills, moving quickly enough to keep the three of them from growing stagnant but leaving more than enough open space for flickers of Ithell's guitar and Cotteril's laid-back bassline, and the other four tracks follow a similar trajectory in how they take shape and change over the course of four or five minutes. John's Gone Clubbin’ incorporates some light keyboard word around some of Ithell's grittier guitar leads on the EP along with a decidedly subtle groove switch in the final minute that lets Ithell layer multiple recordings onto one another for a lusher, fuller sound, and the second-half highlight Mixxed Messages embraces broken beat madness wholesale alongside some psychedelic wah-pedal effects, the kind of song I can easily imagine becoming a fan favorite with how bright and singular a point it is in Caytra's discography. Spontaneity is what keeps Caytra alive, from Cords' downtempo haze creating extra tension Cotteril's bassline and Ithell's dreamy guitar strums dissolve over and over, to You Lost's arpeggiating synth lines that become an unexpected backbone as the rest of the instrumentation ebbs and flows at a moments notice, and through their excitement exploring all the different things Caytra can be, the EP's short length never holds them back from reaching new heights. It's not a lot, but for a first taste of what Caytra can do on a larger scale, there's not much about Caytra you can knock. They're all locked in as instrumentalists, know what they want to do with each of their songs, and give each song a unique flair even with the limited color palette of bass, drums and guitar they most rely on. As relaxed as these songs are, you can hear how much fun they had in the studio trying something slow and sensual with Cords, or indulging in 70s jazz-funk on John's Gone Clubbin', Caytra not only looking to create forward-thinking music, but to have the best time they can doing it. London's music scene never ceases to deliver some of the most innovative and gratifying music you can find right now, and Caytra is another satisfying addition to the group with an EP that manages to be as intricate as it is nourishing. Caytra have got it all, and their self-titled proves it; the only thing left is for them to keep doing what they do best.

#caytra #self-released #broken beat #dance #electronic #funk #jazz #jazz funk #jazz fusion #neo-soul #nu-jazz #rock #2022 #8/10 #album review #2022 albums

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marvel-trash-bin · 3 years

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Taking Risks.

(Not my Gif.)

Summary: Zemo gives you what he thinks you deserve. *Some TFATWS Ep. 3 Spoilers.*

Pairing: Zemo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Smut for days baby. Dirty Talking, Possession, marking, Soft!Dom Zemo. 18+ Only.

Word Count: 4.2K

Tags: @greeneyedblondie44

A/N: Look we all know we're walking dangerous territory, simping for a war criminal. But Sugar Daddy Zemo got me feeling some type of way and also, Daniel Brüle is hot asf. Also, I don't actually know german so pls if it's off just blame google translate, I just have an insatiable language kink and I needed the pet names more than air itself. I thought about making this a chaptered fic, but I barely had the time to write this, never mind chapters of it before he likely fucks over Sam and Bucky next episode. Anyways, enjoy!

Here’s the thing.

You knew he was dangerous. You knew his past, the EKO Scorpion kill squad and everything with the Avengers, manipulating them and breaking them up from the inside. He was smart, unpredictable. You knew there was a very real potential that you could be hurt - or worse - if you went down the road.

And maybe, in a past life that would’ve been enough to stop you. But you weren’t who you used to be. You liked playing with fire now, inviting danger and chaos rather than straying from it. You had lived in - hid in, was more accurate - Madripoor for a handful of years now. You laid low, kept yourself under the radar of the Power Broker and those who worked for him. This way, no one bothered you and you could live fragments of a normal life, Trading and bartering to make a living. But living this way, like forgotten trash on a sidewalk, got old.

Maybe that’s why when you caught his attention, you didn’t shy away from it.

It had happened so fast. You were dancing, just intoxicated enough that the rubbing of strangers' bodies against yours was not just welcomed, but encouraged. So encouraged that when a new body, tall and firm behind you, took the place of another, you didn’t hesitate to back up into the warmth. His hands gripped your hips tightly, not stopping or guiding you, just resting. Turning your head slightly to see what your new dance partner looked like, you startled a little seeing the Baron.

Helmut chuckled, a low sound you felt rather than heard, and ducked his head down to speak into your ear, “You know who I am.”

You let your body relax back into his, feeling reckless enough to bless the menacing man with your flirtations, your head falling back onto his, “I’ve heard a thing or two.”

“And yet you trust me to hold you like this,” his hands flex on your hips, just hard enough to show the strength they hold, “Like a lover.”

You grab one of his hands, leading it down to your upper thigh where your knife holster sits, never once letting his hand leave your body.

“If I didn’t want you touching me, you’d know it, Baron.”

The gust of breath you felt against the side of your neck and the large hand gripping your thigh had shivers rolling pleasantly down your spine.

“You are far too beautiful to reside in these undergrounds,” he spun you around in his grasp, allowing you to get a good look at his face, “A woman like yourself should be treated with the most expensive riches, the finest wines. She should drain a man of his earnings.”

You laughed, not expecting the words that came from his mouth nor how handsome he was, even this close, “Point me to the man who’s willing.”

He smirked at you, but there was a smugness to it. A glimmer in his eye that suggested he had the riches and the desire to give you anything you wanted. You felt like you were drowning in his gaze, lost as you were under the heat of it. He looked somewhere behind you, pulling his eyes from you to nod once at whatever, or whoever, had stolen his attention from you. When they returned to you, the heat and desire were replaced with determination.

“It is with great regret that I must leave you, for now,” He captured your hand, bringing it up to his lips, the softness of them brushing lightly against your knuckles, “I can get you out of Madripoor, give you a life you deserve. If you meet me tomorrow morning, the airstrip.”

The world felt like it froze around you. The rational part of your brain was screaming at you. You couldn’t trust him. You Shouldn’t trust him. But as you stared into his eyes you saw nothing but honesty.

“And if I don’t?” You ask, just to buy yourself some time.

His hand travels up your arm, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger securely, “I will not pressure you. I’d leave you be, but the ghost of you would haunt me, schatzi.”

And with that, he was gone. Leaving you with nothing more than your thoughts, mentally preparing how quickly you could pack your things and leaving Madripoor behind. After all, you’ve always loved taking risks.

The next few weeks were a blur. Zemo was laying low, but his form of laying low was still luxury to you. It was private jets and upscale accommodations, not to mention that he was a man of his word. He spoiled you. Within three days of being in his presence, you had acquired a whole new wardrobe. Your suitcases - also new - were filled to the brim with the fanciest and latest fashion. You had rare jewels on nearly every piece of jewelry you owned. Maybe spoiled was an understatement. You’ve only dreamed of owning riches like these.

He had picked something particular for you to wear tonight, both of you making an appearance at some sort of party with some higher-ups. It was all laid out on the king-sized bed, a little black dress of sorts. It was short and sheer in its long sleeves, the sparkles in the fabric ensured that you would shimmer under any lighting. With a simple clutch, matching jewelry and a cropped, white fur jacket to keep you warm until you got to your destination. You looked good. You felt good.

He looked just as good. Sporting an outfit similar to the one you had met him in, instead choosing a dark red turtleneck to create a stunning relation between both your outfits. Nothing had happened between the two of you yet. Aside from lingering glances and innocent touches, he had been a gentleman. The chemistry was there, for sure. You were able to joke and talk with the man, matching his wit and charm every step of the way. And he loved it.

“Best behaviour tonight, schatzi.” He had said, low in your ear as you walked towards the venue.

You had smiled back at him, the perfect picture of innocence, “Always, Baron.”

And at the time, you had fully meant it. But you found yourself craving him. He looked too good, it honestly wasn’t fair. The way that ridiculous fur jacket draped over his shoulders, fostering a powerful ambience. And you knew he was faring no better himself if by the way his eyes were glued to your curves was anything to go by.

So, you decided, maybe you shouldn’t be on your best behaviour tonight. It’s not like you were making a scene or anything that would call too much attention. You were simply letting the alcohol take over your body. Whether that meant a hand on his thigh as you listened to the conversations around you, your fingers playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck or dancing a little too scandalously when you knew he was watching. You felt confident. And when you felt confident, you felt dangerous.

By the end of the night, you were teasing yourself just as much as you were him. You were pushing your luck, hands trailing a little too close to the bulge in his slacks, enjoying the way his facial features changed briefly in shock before settling back into that infuriating unmovable stoic impression. The last straw was you bending in front of him, having ‘dropped’ something from your purse. You only had to bend so much before the dress, as short as it was, had ridden up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your panties.

In an instant, he had you standing upright, thanking whoever he had been talking to for a wonderful night, tugging your dress back down to a respectable length and steering you towards the door by the back of your neck.

“That was not best behaviour,” he growled into your ear.

You giggled, despite the tight grip on your neck, “I was just having fun.”

He had done nothing but stare at you, eyes hard with a warning that had you rethinking your actions. You had forgotten, for a moment, that this man was not just someone to give you all the pretty trinkets you wore. He was a mastermind, a criminal mastermind at that. A man most deemed dangerous enough to be locked away.

“You have been bad tonight, kleine Schlampe.” He said once he had gotten you back to his car, away from the prying eyes and ears of the party guests, “You will spend the trip back thinking of ways to make it up to me.”

The words sent heat through your core, and you did exactly as he said.

By the time he had gotten you up to your accommodations, you had thought of thousands of different scenarios that could earn you forgiveness for your recklessness. You were uncertain if his words earlier had implied sexual favours, or if a simple, genuine apology was all he was looking for. However, once he had turned to you, the room door closing behind him and his eyebrows raised expectantly, you fell to your knees in front of him like it was second nature.

He chuckles darkly at you as he peels his gloves off, tossing them gently onto a side table nearby before letting one hand brush away the hair that had fallen in your face.

“Seems you are meine kleine schlampe indeed,” You had no idea what it meant, but fuck it sounded good coming from him. His eyes were hard and dark as he stared down at you, “If this is the path you’ve chosen to apologize, so be it. But not here, you are meine schlampe not a common whore. Get up. Go to the bedroom.”

You did as he said, quickly pulling yourself up to a standing position and walking to the designated room. The bed, so far, had only been used by you. He hadn’t wanted to push or pressure you into sharing a space with him. He understood that just because you decided to join him, didn’t mean you wanted to be with him. But tonight, you had decided, you wanted to give him your everything. You wanted to show him how grateful you were for all the gifts he’d given you so far. And if you couldn’t give him luxuries, you would give him your desire.

“So,” he began, nodding in approval at the way you resume your position on the floor in front of him, “Let’s begin with the basics.” As he talked, he rolled up his sleeves, doing so with precision, “Tell me, what exactly are you apologizing for?”

He commands every drop of your attention. There’s an aura to him that you had only previously caught a glimpse of. His eyes dark and locked onto yours, never once wavering. Waiting. Calculating.

“For teasing you.”

“And?”

You take a breath, shame flooding your core at the answer that sits on your tongue.

“For embarrassing you.”

There’s a pause. He cocks his head, gaze softening just a tad. He's quiet for several moments, analyzing your words. Your heart starts to beat a little faster at the extended silence, thinking you’ve done something wrong and you can’t keep up the eye contact. You duck your head, averting your gaze to his feet.

“Look at me, schatzi.” His voice is soft, but still with enough edge to make you listen.

Only once your eyes meet his again does he continue.

“That’s very sweet of you, to be concerned about my image. But make no mistake,” He steps closer to you, letting one hand cup your jaw, tilting it upwards. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, “You could never embarrass me,”

You dip your head, nipping softly at his thumb. He smiles softly at you, something glimmering in his eye, “I simply just don’t like to share what’s mine.”

Your breath leaves your body at his words and suddenly the need for him to claim you had you nearly vibrating in your skin. You watch, every muscle in your body clenched tightly, as he walks slowly over to the armchair in the corner, never once taking his eyes off you. He sits, legs parted, one arm draped off the side, the other rested so he could prop his head up.

“Proceed.”

Instantly, you make your way over to him. Once in front of him, you stand up on your knees, placing your hands on his knees and slowly sliding them up his thighs. They continue its upward motion, skimming lighting over the hardness in his pants and reaching to start on his belt. You make quick work of his belt and buttons, eagerly working his pants and briefs down. He chuckles above you.

“Mein Schatz, so eager to apologize.” He purrs, almost mockingly, hand coming down to brush the fallen hair away from your face.

Once you had him free, you took a second to admire him. Your legs clenched at the size of him. Not terribly big, but big enough to anticipate the stretch, the fullness. Your eyes flicked back up, looking up at his through your lashes, leaning in but stopping just before you could actually get your mouth on him. The hand that was previously fixing your hair was now clenched in it, messing it up again and forcing your head back suddenly to look at him properly.

“It would not be wise to tease me more than you have,” he warned.

A smirk spread across your features and you quickly realized how much you liked him like this.

Powerful.

Strict.

However, you knew you were on thin ice already. With that in mind, as soon as his grip loosened you licked a wide stripe up his length, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him fully into your mouth. The tension his body held melted the second your tongue touched him. His mouth dropping on a soft groan. His hand stroked your hair as you sucked, encouraging the bobs of your head, not forcing but guiding. You keep your eyes trained on his face, not wanting to miss a second of experiencing him like this.

He glows in the low lamplight of the room, the shadows playing across his features delicately. You like him like this too. Reduced to a heap of gasps and moans beneath the heat of your mouth. As you suck, your hands wander, up under the fabric of his shirt, nails dragging down his sides. He hisses at the pain, but doesn’t tell you to stop.

After a few minutes of your slow torture, he decides he’s had enough. His hand tightens in your hair, his movements becoming less gentle and more demanding.

“That’s a good girl, take it all for me.”

You do as he asks, taking a breath before taking him as deep as you can. He groans at the feeling, hips shifting a few times to test you before beginning to thrust in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches, but his eyes are on you and his thumb is tracing your bottom lip that’s stretched wide around his cock and you think for a second that you could spend eternity like this.

It’s not much longer before he pulls you off his cock, hand wrapping around his base tightly, “Apologies, schatzi. I am out of practice, and I fear I'm not quite finished with you yet.”

You laugh softly, voice rough due to your previous activity, “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” You insist, more than happy to let him finish like this. Whatever he wants.

He stops you before you can dip down again, standing up and taking you with him. For the first time, his lips are on yours. He overwhelms all your senses. His breath loud in your ears, his hands on your waist, his scent. His tongue slides against yours as he walks you forward, shedding his lower clothing as he goes. He only parts to give you an order.

“Turn around.”

As you do, he finishes undressing and it kills you that can’t see him. Just as quickly as the thought crosses your mind, it’s gone as you feel his hands at the top of your dress. He slides the zipper down, letting the fabric fall off your shoulders. You take the liberty of helping the sleeves the rest of the way down, the fabric falling down around your heels once you’ve done so. He hums behind you.

“Such beauty,” he whispers against your shoulder. His hands begin to wander, around your waist, up underneath the fabric of your bra, down to your thighs and ass. He chuckles, dragging your panties down enough that they too fall, forgotten at your feet, “I can hardly stay mad at you, liebling.”

Your head falls back onto his shoulders as he works your bra off next. You shiver, feeling bare and exposed before him. You want him more than you can express and you let your whole body fall back into his embrace, whimpering at the feeling of him, hard against the swell of your ass.

“Helmut,” you moan, one of your hands finding purchase in his hair as the other rests on one of his forearms.

“Tell me you’re mine, Schatzi. And I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I’m yours,” you say without hesitation, breathless as his hand dips between your legs, finding your clit. He hums, pleased at the arousal he finds there, “I’m yours. Only yours.”

He growls pulling his hand away from, “Lay back on the bed. I’ll be right back.”

You do as he says, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed. While you wait, you let your mind wander, listening to his rummaging somewhere in another room while your mind runs through everything you want him to do to you. At some point, your eyes must close because when you feel the bed dip, they open to see him crawling between your legs.

He’s done messing around, wasting no time before his face is buried between your thighs, hands maneuvering your legs so that they’re thrown over his shoulders, your heels crossing sweetly behind his head, no doubt scratching at his shoulders. Your breath leaves your body at the feeling of his tongue, warm and wet and fan-fucking-tastic. He alternates between dipping it in and out of your heat and flicking it against your clit. Your hand finds his hair, gripping it between your fingers and guiding his movements ever so slightly. His eyes don’t leave yours, spare for the few times he closes them to moan against you.

One of his hands move, leaving its place at your hip to sink two fingers into you. Your head falls back on a moan, back arching up when he crooks his fingers and finds your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you gasp, one hand gripping the pillow behind your head as you feel your orgasm rush towards you, “Fuck- Wait, I-”

You can’t even feel embarrassed about how easily your body has reacted to him. Before you can warn him much more, you're falling over the edge. Your thighs tensing around his head, back arching in pleasure as you ride out your high. In this moment you belong completely to him, unable to think of anything else.

“So sweet for me, liebling.” He comments, hands rubbing up and down your calves as you come down, taking a moment to unfasten your heels, letting the shoes drop to the floor before leaning back in. His lips brush against your inner thigh.

Then a bite.

“Such pretty sounds you make for me.”

And then he’s sucking harshly at the skin there, watching the shudder that rips through your sensitive body at the sensation. He doesn’t pull away until the mark is dark and flush against your skin. He continues this on the other thigh, on your ribs, your breasts and finally your neck, marking you thoroughly.

“Mine.” He growls, hot against your ear, “Mein schatz, will you let me have you?” he asks, and it’s literally all you can think about so you don’t even bother hiding the truth, the confession tumbling from your lips breathlessly.

“I’d let you do anything to me.”

He groans, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he does so. He pulls away to grab the condom that he had put next to him on the bed and leaning back on his haunches to roll it on. You’re so impatient, nails digging into his thighs and arms, whining as you watch his hands work.

“So needy,” He comments, swallowing your moan as he finally, finally, sinks into you.

The stretch as he enters you has your head rolling back on a moan, your legs wrapping around his waist the bring him the rest of the way in. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, growling against the skin there.

“Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth, his resolve quickly slipping at the feeling of you around his cock. And to his credit, he really tries to wait, to be good. But not seconds later he’s adjusting his grip on your hips and he’s thrusting into you with a force that makes the whole bed shake.

It’s barely been 30 seconds, but the build-up that had occurred throughout the entirety of the night had you right back on the edge, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his back, his thighs. Any purchase you could get on him, you were begging for more. You’d take anything he gave you without so much as batting an eyelash. His grip on your hips is tight and bruising, but the pain twists into a delicious pleasure that only spurs you on.

You must be speaking, babbling something back to him about how good it feels, how much you love being fucked by him because he’s laughing through a moan against your neck. He pauses for just a second, straightening up and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before continuing to fuck you.

“That’s it Kätzchen.” He purrs, eyes moving down your body to where he enters your body, “Taking my cock so well.”

You mewl at the praise, your body arching in response to his words. Your second orgasm takes you both by surprise, having hit you like a fucking freight train when he thrusts particularly deep, hitting one of your sweet spots. You scramble for purchase on him, mouth dropped open in a near-pornographic moan that you’ll surely be embarrassed about later. But for now, all you know is pleasure.

His hips falter, stuttering as your walls tighten around him. His head falls back on a low moan, fucking you hard and slow through your release.

“Such a sweet cunt,” he gasps, “Mein Gott..”

And then he’s tangling your hands together, holding it high above your head as he pushes your thighs back, flush against your chest. He’s the one babbling now, words from God only knows what language, whispered against your skin as he chases his own release. He gives one last hard thrust and he’s done, his teeth dragging against the skin on your shoulder, moaning against you as he rides out his orgasm.

As you both come down, you stroke the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there, trying to catch your breath. After a few moments, he pulls away just enough to kiss you. There’s a lingering heat and it’s a little messy due to your shared exhaustion but it’s good.

Once you’ve both caught your breath, he removes himself from your body, taking the necessary time to deal with the condom. You watch him lazily, unable to do much other than that. You’re so tired. But there’s that ache between your legs that you love so much and you think briefly that you could go another round, if he wanted to.

He must see something in your eyes when he returns because he laughs softly, “I feel I may have my hands full with you, schatzi.” he says as he crawls back into the bed with you, covering the both of you with a blanket, the cold now biting at your skin. You know you have to get up soon enough to sort yourself out before bed, but for a moment you stay with him.

His fingers brush over your face softly, following the slope of your nose and the angle of your cheeks. There’s no real purpose to his movements, just... touching. As if convincing himself that you’re real.

“You are special, schatzi.” he says softly, “I don’t know what your plans are, but I can only hope that you choose to continue to bless me with your presence.”

This man is such an enigma to you. He carries such confidence in every aspect of his life and yet he still doubts your loyalties. There’s anxiety and pain hidden within him, you can see it in his eyes as he continues to look at you. You wonder, how much of his past weighs on his shoulders. How long before he deems himself worthy of your affection? You lean in to kiss him softly, your lips dragging slowly against him. When you pull away you keep him close, brushing your noses together.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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iamafictionfreak · 2 years

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KINNPORSCHE

(spoilers for those who haven't seen episode 2)

I'm spiralling.

For the majority of viewers, I can imagine you’re all simply watching the episodes and letting it be – I don’t have that option because there isn’t a single person that I know who’s interested in discussing with me and I NEED to discuss it with someone! It’s dire. I need INFORMATION.

It’s not that it’s this amazing show (not that it isn’t either) that needs to be analysed to death. No, it’s the potential there that’s driving me silly, and we have to wait two whole weeks for episode 3 to air. Not sure how I’m going to last.

A show about gay mafia, bodyguards and how their daily lives run and intersect??? How can I not love it?

I have questions. I’m watching this blind – I know next to nothing about it beyond the trailer, ep 1&2, and the scraps of insight left by some magnanimous souls (@lutawolf is one of them) posting about the outfits, the colours used and what they’re indicative of etc. It’s based on a book, I do know that and, honestly, I don’t necessarily need to ask for more. I could just enjoy it. But.

BUT.

When I like a thing, when I really like a thing, I need to inhale as much of the thing as I can. For fun, this is FUN for me. I like doing this.

We have a show about a gay Dom (I’m guessing) Mafiosi hard hitter called Kinn (Anikinn) and a disaster of a human being called Porsche.

YES. I'm sorry. I had to post this (credit goes to Seokhwasan for the pics). LOOK AT THEM.

Ahem.

For anyone who’s read the book, feel free to tell me if anything I write here is incorrect. I’ll be incorrect a lot. It’s how I role. My analytic skills are lacking because I usually get so absorbed that I miss details – like KinnPorsche, it’s a game of chess and you’ve got to think ahead several steps to beat the system, to reach check and find Mate. I’ve never been able to do that with any degree of finesse so feel free to help me.

What I really want to look at are the two leads. Of course, it’s a show about them. A well-made show about them, where all the characters so far feel three dimensional, so that’s great right off the bat. But no, I want focus on certain behaviours exhibited in episode two.

Porsche is a national champion in Taekwondo. You don’t get to that level by being a strutting street thug with little finesse and a slippery ego. You get there through dedication, resilience, will power, hard work, patience, and TALENT.

We saw none of this in episode 2 (just a talent for fucking up).

Let’s back up a second.

Porsche is clearly a gifted little shit, right? But because he’s had to become the breadwinner, it seems that he’s given up on being gifted because gifted costs money. A life he gave up where he won a lot, a life where he had prospects, a life where he shined for reasons that didn’t involve his dick or parading his looks like a peacock for money.

He appears to enjoy being a bartender and getting laid by lots of beautiful women looking to forget themselves with the hot bad boy behind the bar. It's transient and maybe, deep down, it makes him feel worthless, Maybe I'm reaching there.

But does he miss what he might have been? He’ll never blame his brother – he’s doing all of this for him. Basically, if his brother can succeed in life, it won’t matter what happens to him. So, he has layers – there’s a truly selfless piece of him, mixed in with the stripes of grey where he, currently, doesn’t house anyone but his brother.

It's why he took Kinn up on his request (‘cough’ demand/threat ‘cough’) to be his bodyguard – the money, so that his brother can go to classes without worrying about paying the rent.

I’m also going to skip the part where the head of Kinn’s family CLEARLY has a hidden agenda regarding Porsche, which, I for one, think is going to be a fucking huge deal down the line.

But back to the choice to be his bodyguard. He said he’d guard him – he never said he’d do a good job of it.

I get the feeling that Porsche only says what he believes and only makes promises he can keep. Basically, he’s honest. He hasn’t promised to 'succeed' in guarding Kinn. Anyone would think he’d naturally want to do well out of pride – I’m that way. Even if I don’t like my job, I’ll do as well as I can, simply because I can, but Porsche doesn’t think like that, which is extremely healthy in one way. In another it’s detrimental because he’s only just realising that a bad job can get him hurt or killed.

At the end of the day, Porsche really doesn’t want to be there and that’s why everything is going tits-up.

It might be for his brother, but the bare minimum is where he’s at right now. He just has to show up. They’re the ones who went for him in the first place, they want him there – not the other way around. For Porsche, respect and loyalty are earned and they haven’t earned it from him. A substandard performance is all they’re going to get.

But there is another way for Porsche to take his new job seriously – he needs to care, right?

He’s befriended Pete and vice versa. Even after this one episode, if anything happens to Pete, Porsche will be all over it. He’s been humiliated but it didn’t destroy his pride. Now he’s switched guarding Kinn to guarding his brother Tankhun, who - if the official trailer is anything to go by - he’s soooooo going to be throwing a party for, and maybe it’ll be a night where the mafia brothers can relax, because who else knows how to throw a party like Porsche? So, it’s already happening. This is how he starts caring.

But he can’t read Kinn – he’s used to picking up on small behavioural patterns, on the way people dress and how they act around him. He’s learnt it. It made him a reputable bartender.

With Kinn? He saw glimpses of the man, but he knows it’s surface stuff. That scene at the end of ep 2, where Porsche makes him coffee, gets it wrong and Kinn responds pretty much with, practice makes perfect, and Porsche allows the smallest concession there. Then they both confess to trying to figure out who other is. Kinn, under his guise(?) of absolute authority and control. Porsche beneath his loose, undisciplined Pan-likeness. Who are they really?

Curiosity. Doesn’t take much more to get the ball rolling.

All through the episode Porsche is told and shown that the rest of Kinn’s family seem to be more ridiculous, quintessentially entitled, violent, and all-around NUTS in comparison. But Porsche doesn’t agree because there’s just something about Kinn that’s either unsettling or confusing him, and because of that, it’s made Kinn the unpredictable party. It’s made him interesting.

Interest doesn’t equal care, but this is early days. We have 12 episodes more and all of them devoted to figuring out the characters.

What’s equally interesting to me is that Kinn is the first to show attraction.

Porsche is apparently, just his physical type, but I don’t think his personality is, so this might be new ground for Kinn.

Now, I wrote attraction, and I meant it. Attraction. Physical attraction – you don’t need to act on finding someone attractive. I think what I’m enjoying most right now is the levels already being stamped out here. Kinn’s gay, capital G. But the number of men he’s found attractive without doing shit about it, are probably endless. So, what will make whatever he’s feeling become more than just attraction?

He's clearly surprised by it. Has he never been attracted to one of his bodyguards?

Pretty certain the impression of a cold, controlled mafia god has more truth to it than not. But does it actually go so far as to describe him as a Dom? And I’m absolutely referring to dynamics of the BDSM variety, not just someone with a domineering personality. It feels like it does, but I’d rather not assume so.

I breach this subject because Porsche is his own person – he’s entered a military-like compound, where his under someone else’s control and for someone as strong willed as him, Kinn’s personality might chafe- HAS already chafed. Can a strong personality like Porsche submit to someone like Kinn? It’s a long while off but I’m super interested in the journey.

As for Porsche being the worst bodyguard in the history of all bodyguards, I’m guessing that once he has reason to care, he’ll do what he does best, which is become the absolute BEST. He’ll be the BEST bodyguard, like he’s the best swimmer, the best taekwondo pupil, the best bartender. Eventually he’ll go from thug to killing machine – he’ll stop failing and he’ll do it for Kinn.

You think we saw him at his best in episode 1? No, we saw someone who'd had a few drinks, who'd just gotten laid, who was very much used to an undisciplined lifestyle, years away from Taekwondo days. Eventually, he'll stand and walk differently. The gun in his hands will stop being a toy. He'll see exits and entrances instead of the general splendour money can buy.

But right now, everyone needs to think he’s a giant loser or close to it - Vegas now thinks he’s this playful guy with some skill after sending a woman to pretend to try to Kill Kinn for intel. He was drunk on duty and talked back to his boss - it’s sort of interesting but it’d be easy for people to drop their guard around Porsche following that display.

For the future, I think everyone needs to watch the fuck out because Porsche is dangerous. He’s a different type of unpredictable to Kinn, but it’s just as lethal. With time, he’ll master gun-play and everything else, but with that on top of that moral grey heart of his? I’m going to go out on the limb and say that he’ll become exactly what Kinn needs.

Or thinks he needs.

Could Kinn ever let someone he truly cares for step in front of a bullet for him? I mean, when the time comes?

Anyone notice just how close the guards are to the mafia sons? Like, some are friends.

Anyway, ep 2 was hilarious and cringy and exactly what we needed it to be.

…Is Porsche Bi? There’s a vague sense in this show that sexuality shouldn’t be labelled, which I adore but I’m also getting the impression that Porsche may not have been with a guy before. Again, I’m probably very wrong – someone let me know. Either way, it’s delicious.

#kinnporsche

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"oh, they're down for good."

anime: tokyo revengers

character: sano 'mikey' manjiro, mitsuya takashi

summary: y/n needs to explain to the boys her plan. and the boys need to understand why she has to do what she's planned.

a/n: afab! reader, she/her pronouns, third person pov, as always, spoilers ep 18 onwards, manga spoilers, sorry it's short this time, i have exams coming up!! series masterlist here

taglist: @chaoticyuna @eriskaitto @kenmas-xbox @chosoisbaby @lagrimasdeglitter @kamikoii @achoomoos @netzukochannn @tomanprincess

Y/N fixes her shirt as she gets ready for bed.

Today had been very different to her usually Tuesday. Thanks to Mitsuya's idea, she had stayed home and just... tried to relax. As much as someone like her could.

She did get Chifuyu and Takemichi texting her, asking if she was alright and some little things about Toman. But that was the most of it.

Those texts mostly consisted of telling her that it was okay to speak to them, and that they understood if she wanted to step down from Toman for the time being. Only until she got back onto her feet.

But who would be their leader if Y/N was gone?

She laid in her bed, facing the ceiling as she heard Mana and Luna run around the stairs and hallway. She had never really gotten used to the laughing of the sisters. Maybe because it seemed unnatural to allow little kids like them to make such noise at home when the older people were home. At least, that's what she grew up to know.

If Kazutora and Y/N laughed too loud or talked above a good level, then their father would yell at them since he was working in his study. More like getting drunk before 3 PM.

Their mother would cry and complain that she couldn't work in such a loud environment. Although not outright saying it was their fault, it was implicated and even 9-year-old Kazutora and 7-year-old Y/N knew it clearly was. They always knew it was their fault. Some way or another. They were used to it, but somehow it hurt more every time it went on.

She hears the girls run into their rooms after finishing their dinner and getting ready for bed. Little footsteps following another pair. They pass Y/N's door a few times, meaning they were racing up and down the halls. Something the two would do frequently, for some reason. Maybe it was fun.

The one time Kazutora and Y/N did it, they got yelled at by their father and locked out of the house until dinner. Kazutora ended up taking Y/N to see Mikey and Baji.

She heard Mana and Luna shut the door to their shared room, and go on to speak about whatever, giggles being heard through the walls. Y/N blinked, arms at her sides.

'Loud', she tells herself, like she did every time they were here, 'So loud.'

But it's not the loud that gives you a headache. The somewhat nice noise that makes you feel comfy.

Maybe she should pull back from the sisters for a while.

Reminded her of Kazutora.

Or rather, the Kazutora that she kept her brother as.

Lana and Mana were what Y/N wished she and Kazutora were.

And she didn't know whether that was a good thing or bad thing. Because now she was 'remembering' doing the same — running around the house, being as nosy as they wanted and laughing and being kids.

A big chunk of that was because of Mitsuya himself. He was an amazing brother to the girls. Always so caring and nurturing. He would hold their hands when they were scared, encourage them to keep going.

Kazutora hid Y/N when she was scared. Let her cry right into his chest. And warned Y/N about everything she did.

Maybe that's why she was so drawn to Mitsuya. He was kind, even when it was obvious not to be. He only cared about doing what was right, no matter what. He wanted the best for everyone. Y/N admired that about him. And loved that about Mitsuya.

That he was there unconditionally. No matter what shit went on, he always rounded back to Y/N, even when no one else could. Even when they all left her.

She turns on her side and sees her phone light up. Reaching out and checking it, she reads a text.

mikey <3: you okay?

She squints at the name before sighing out.

It's been four years, and she still hasn't changed that stupid name from her old, love-sick self.

Y/N takes it upon herself to do that now.

She finds herself glancing over to the framed photo on her table. Of course, the one with her and Mikey. At the festival. She looked so happy with the blonde. Maybe she'd learn to do that again.

She knows what's on the back. It's been drilled into her mind.

'you’re kinda annoying, but i love you - from mikey’

'well i mean, i guess i’ll love you too’ - from y/n <;3’

Coy and childish, but they both meant it at the time.

She supposed that Mikey still meant it now, though. Wouldn't that be right?

She changes the name fully, just as another text from Mikey comes through.

manjiro: mitsuya, kenny and i wanna go over what you said at the table.

manjiro: if you're too tired, we can wait for tomorrow before the meeting. it's after school, isn't it?

y/n: it is.

manjiro: okay. can we talk about it?

y/n: yeah alright. come to my room now.

manjiro: be decent when we get there.

y/n: i'm fully clothed, shut it.

manjiro: i mean, you never know...

y/n: you have three minutes.

She puts her phone away, rolling her eyes at Mikey's antics. Some things just never change, do they? Even when he's like this.

More heavier footsteps are heard down the hall. She knows for sure that Mitsuya is one of them, since his voice is heard on the other side of the wall. He tells his sisters to quiet down since it's night time, and that they don't want to wake the baby next door. His sisters go on to whisper, inviting Emma inside.

Mitsuya is the first to enter, doing his knock before she allows them in as he always did. She felt at ease seeing him give his usual smile, allowing Draken and Mikey in after him.

They all sat each other in different places. Y/N sat on the side of her bed, Mitsuya not too far beside her. Mikey was situated on the desk rolling chair, pout on his lips and leg crossed over his knee. He was going to sit beside Y/N, but the lavender-haired opponent seemed to be quicker.

Draken leaned against the dresser in front of Y/N, still standing with his arms crossed over his chest. He was the only one who seemed to not the mind the positions.

"So... what is it?" Y/N questions, fiddling with her fingers.

But she knows. She just wants to make sure Mikey isn't tricking her anymore.

Draken sees that the two other boys can't decide what to say first. It's in Mitsuya's eyes and the way Mikey plays with the hem of his shirt. The taller boy then lets out a huff, "We want to know more about your idea to make Mikey the Sixth Division Captain. You left the table right after you said that. And you spent dinner talking to Luna and Mana."

Y/N bites the inside of her cheek before hugging the pillow on her lap tighter to her chest. A habit Mikey had found out when he snuck into Y/N's room for a late night cuddle session. She did that whenever she felt lost or worried, maybe even alone. He watches her fingers wrap around the corners of the pillow.

"What do you want me to clarify?" She hums out, tilting her head into the cushion, "Mikey is the only other leader I can choose. Takashi has the Second Division, Takemichi and Chifuyu are the First Division, Draken is my Vice-Commander and I can't split the twins up. Neither can I do that to the last Division."

Mikey suddenly speaks up, leaning forward in his seat, "But you want Hanma put in Mitsuya's Division and Kisaki with me. What would that even accomplish?"

She explains, holding out a hand as she looks to the boys, "Kisaki is nothing without someone to throw hands for him. Hanma is impulsive and loud, exactly what Kisaki needs." She begins to draw circles on the pillow. "I know Takashi will take whatever needs necessary. And Kisaki will be a kiss-ass to Mikey since he knows he has no one else that is willing to 'cooperate' with him."

Mitsuya looks away. Dealing with Hanma was usually Draken job because of their somewhat feud going on all these years. While Hanma was kept in Toman, he held a low position because of Y/N's suspicion with Moebius and Valhalla. Hanma's done nothing so far, but with Kisaki back in the mix, it seemed Mitsuya would have to be trusted.

"Having them separated during Toman business would create less of a threat." Y/N claims, "Or even better, cancel out a threat entirely. Although we all know that's not likely."

"What about outside of Toman?" Mitsuya questions her.

Kisaki is a sneaky guy. He'll find one way or another to get what he wants. Y/N needs to be precise with what she's doing. Kisaki can find the cracks in anyone's plan and get through it.

"I'll find that he has no time to speak to Hanma outside of Toman." She states, swinging her legs off the side of the bed. So much for a relaxation day. "If he really is looking to reconnect with Toman, which is incredibly unlikely, then he wouldn't need to talk to him about anything in private."

Draken interrupts her thoughts. "You said that the leader of Ketsu-gang would be the captain of the Sixth Division." He reminds her. Of course, she hadn't forgotten that little piece of information.

"That was before Kisaki paid me a visit at school. Tomorrow, I'm clearing it up." She responds to that, running fingers through her hair with a tired glance, "They'll compromise, or else we crush them to bits."

Mitsuya and Draken nod their heads. Mikey waits for Y/N to say more. And she does.

"They idolise Mikey." She states, looking bothered by what she had just said. Mikey takes no offense to that. "So if they see him working with Toman again, they'll be more compliant, won't they?"

"That is true." Mitsuya agrees, nodding his head once. Although Mikey's done wrong, he's still a hero to a lot of people. Especially to Toman. Lucky, since Y/N decided not to disclose why he left and how he did.

There's a quietness between them that makes all three of them uncomfortable. Mikey is picking at the hem of his shirt, Mitsuya is staring at his lap as he wakes for Y/N to speak, and Draken is full on looking at his Commander. He knew if there was no more, then she would dismiss them.

Y/N then swallows her nerves, mumbling out, "I... I have to tell you guys something."

Draken raises a brow as Mikey tilts his head. She seemed anxious.

"There's going to be another brawl." She tells them.

"What?" They all gasp in unison, Mikey standing from his seat.

Mitsuya shifts a little in his spot, closer to Y/N. "What do you mean? We just had one last week on the 27th of October." He reminds them. Mikey makes a mental note that it was a few days before Halloween. "Why would we have another one so soon?"

Mitsuya and Draken know nothing of any local gangs looking to stir up some drama.

Y/N furrows her brows a little. Her grip tightens on her pillow before she sighs out, "I got a note in my locker yesterday." The boys think nothing of it. Another love letter, probably. As much as Mitsuya and Mikey dislike that. "It was from the Lumière du jour de la Lune."

Draken and Mitsuya are visibly shaken by this. Mikey raises a brow at that. Really, he didn't hear what she said that clearly. He asks, "Who are the Lumière—... jour—... jour Lune? Fuck, what does that even mean?"

Mitsuya tries not to laugh at his lazy pronunciation, not to mention how he left a few words out. But as he stifles his laugh, Mikey glares his way with an embarrassed look on his face.

He's been gone for four years, why would he have to study French? It's not like he's heard of this French gang anyway...

'Stop laughing, Mitsuya, you're being insensitive...' Mikey curses in his head. Once he sees Draken chuckling too, he looks away angrily.

The Vice-Commander is the one to answer his best friend, regardless of having to calm down from laughing. "They're one of the more known sub-gangs in Tokyo. Like our Divisions." He informs Mikey, looking more serious now. Mikey glances over to him. "Their mother organisation is... pretty vicious. They've been hinting at contacting more and more smaller gangs to basically eat them whole and make them a part of their gangs."

Y/N opens her locked drawer, pulling the key from around her neck. The boys don't seem to phased by it, but Mikey makes another mental note about that. What could be so important that she'd keep it there?

Mitsuya only looks away as she opens it up. He's respecting her privacy, knowing she kept all her valuables in there. A diary, a few notes from Emma and old cards from Kazutora. Maybe more, he's never asked.

"It means 'Daylight of the Moon' in French." Y/N tells Mikey, flicking through things in the drawer. Mikey didn't know she knew French. Or maybe she doesn't, she only knows a lot about gangs.

That seems more likely. She's always been good at remembering information to use in the future. One of the reasons she was appointed Commander of Toman.

She goes on, pushing an old locket to the side, "The sub-group that contacted me. That's their name. Their mother organisation is called 'Clair de Lune', meaning 'Moonlight'."

Mitsuya clenches his jaw at the thought of this big organisation going after Y/N. It was worse enough that Kisaki knew where Y/N went to school. He probably told Hanma about it too. Maybe. But he didn't want to take any chances. Clair de Lune was nothing to joke about.

He can't help but hear the keys of piano play through his mind.

"They're called that because of all the chaos they cause after sundown. They're like vampires, only coming out at night and resting during the day." She claims, shaking her head at the idea. It was a silly concept, but one of the most powerful. People were scared. Y/N didn't want that. "The 'Daylight of the Moon' group is the only division of theirs that actually is seen doing work in sunlight. But it's not like that changes what they do. They're still asshole delinquents causing mayhem."

Mikey sees the look on her face. She looks annoyed by the thought, or probably disgusted. Whatever it is, it isn't nice.

"But why French?" He inquires.

Draken scowls at that, looking away with shut eyes, "Because it was a gang that originated from France. It showed up out of fucking nowhere three years ago and grew like crazy." He finds himself holding his chin between his fingers. "I don't know why, but they've decided to cause Japan a whole shit-load of trouble for our delinquents."

Mitsuya rests his chin in his palm, furrowed brows. He hears Y/N curse quietly about not being able to find something. "Admittedly, they only have around 150 in each of their sub-groups, which there are six of. We'd have to fight, like, 900 people before even getting to the Commander and Vice-Commanders." He speaks aloud, looking to be weighing out the options.

"We have only around 575 Toman members so far, excluding Ketsu-gang." Y/N explains. Although it is higher than the 450 that Mikey had once commanded, it was not enough to fight a gang like Clair de Lune. "However, if they prove to be loyal to Toman, we'll have nearly 700. That's something, at least."

Draken nods his head, thinking of his own plan. Surely this wouldn't be the end of Toman.

Y/N pulls out a piece of paper, seeming to be folded neatly inside an envelope. It had the words 'TOMAN'S LEADER' written on the front. That takes all of their attention, shutting their mouths.

She reads aloud from it, "'Hanemiya Y/N, we know who you are and your relationship with not only Toman, but the past Valhalla group." Her brow twitches at the mention of her brother's old gang. She despised Valhalla, only allowing Hanma in because Draken kept him in check and he was admittedly a good fighter. "'We are not here to begin trouble in your side of Tokyo, but Clair de Lune is looking to expand it's group and we believe that the Tokyo Manji Gang would be an asset.'"

To Mikey, it seems like the most polite way a gang has ever spoken to Toman.

"'If you do not cooperate, we plan on destroying every hint of Toman for good.'" Y/N then adds on. Maybe Mikey was wrong. So very wrong. "'A meeting will be held on the 24th of December. We will give you the remaining month to come to a final decision. We will stay in touch.'"

Mitsuya furrowed his brows at the date. Right before Christmas, huh? The only day where he can rest assured that all his friends and family can be safe. Where Y/N and his sisters are waking up early to make breakfast for Emma and the other who usually sleep over. Others being Chifuyu, Takemichi and Draken. Where they all open presents gifted by the others, singing and dancing and watching movies.

Where Mitsuya would constantly tell Y/N that he was going to be there every Christmas. And where he always gives her a small gift that he knows she'll cherish, even more than the ones she was previously given.

If he remembers correctly, he gave her a nice diary with a lock, the leather cover being made by himself. Y/N cried at having something for herself that was strictly hers.

Y/N folds the letter and puts it back in the drawer, locking it and putting the necklace back under her shirt. She silently puts her hands back on the pillow, nudging her chin into it.

The boys all looked troubled by the new-found information. Nobody wants to say a thing, because what were they supposed to do? Y/N's plan was to make Toman the biggest gang in Tokyo. How was she supposed to accomplish this with Clair de Lune breathing down their neck?

Even Mikey could read the room.

"We have over a month to decide." Mitsuya states, holding his hands together over his knees, "Which means, we should start as soon as possible. Any wasted time could lead to the end of Toman."

"The meeting tomorrow." Y/N calls out, making the three boys look towards her. She pinches the bridge of her nose, ignoring the headache she currently has. "I'll mention it after inviting the new members. It's better to dry out all of the conflict before we talk to Clair de Lune."

Draken then furrows his brows. He lifts his chin to Y/N. "You said there would be a brawl. Clair de Lune is expecting a normal meet up." He says, to which he sees Y/N nodding her head to agree with. She has an unmoving expression. That makes Draken smile. "Oh, this will be great."

He's giving a slight laugh, enthusiasm coursing through his system. Mikey only raises a brow at his friend. What the fuck?

"What are you talking about?" He questions out, sitting back down on his chair. Y/N looks back at him for a second before towards Mitsuya. She raises a brow, as if waiting for him.

He then picks it up a few seconds later, grinning softly as well. He now understood why Draken was excited. "You don't want to cooperate." He chuckles to Y/N, shaking his head a little, "You're going to take over Clair de Lune."

"Ah, how did you know?" Y/N jokes in a soft tone, laying back onto the bed and closing her eyes. She feels as if this was one of the only things she's certain of with Toman. Or in her whole entire life. "Keeping Kisaki and Hanma apart will be my first step into controlling Clair de Lune. I need those two to either cooperate, or get the fuck out of my life."

"That's crazy." Mikey claims, shaking his head. He isn't saying it in support of her decision. But in confusion and nervousness. She tilts her head to look back at him. "Didn't you say these guys were bad news? Why even associated yourselves with them? You could just escape them, or sign... a peace treaty or something."

She closes her eyes again, making Mikey furrow his brows. He clenches his jaw at Y/N's laid-back atmosphere at the moment.

"Because the bad guys are always the weakest after they fall." Y/N exclaims to Mikey, who watches her open her tired eyes. He feels stiff in his spot. "When it's a hero, they are just down for a bit and then get back up as if nothing had happened."

Mitsuya and Draken don't say anything. Even they know that Y/N had changed more to be like her sibling.

She gives a short laugh, smiling as she speaks out, "But villains? Oh, they're down for good. No matter how much they persist. They'll never be as strong, or stronger, than what they were."

Mikey feels his heart twist.

Y/N sighs out, craning her neck to ease out some unwanted tension, "Once Clair de Lune falls, they will only be the dust underneath my boots." He won't admit it, but Mikey kind of enjoys seeing Y/N be so certain and assertive. "I'll have them eating out the palm of my hand for a crumb of attention."

She flexes her fingers out in front of her before curling them in a fist. A tight hold, like the one she wants around Clair de Lune. "I take out the support, it's over. Once we have the upper hand, we don't let go." She claims, looking determined as always.

This is the Hanemiya way of thinking.

Against all odds, they're are the good and bad. Mikey got firsthand experience when talking to Kazutora and Y/N alone. The boy at Bloody Halloween and the girl once at dinner before she left for the bridge. He didn't like it one bit. There's always more than the hero and villain.

Right?

There can't be just that black and white stance.

He grips his pants a little and tilts his head at Y/N.

"I get it." Draken speaks up, nodding at his Commander. She blinks at him, nudging her chin into the soft pillow again. She knows that him talking is her sign to stop. More like a warning before she says something terrible.

The tall guy then turns his head. "Mikey. Familiarise yourself with the new Divisions." He commands his friend. Mikey, in return, nods his head slowly, brushing out the creases of his shirt. Draken then gazes at Y/N, who is still hugging her pillow to her chest. "Our meeting tomorrow, do you plan on explaining it all then?"

Y/N nods her head in return. "Yes. They'll know about the Division changes and all that, but not about our plan with Kisaki." She explains, lifting herself up and rubbing the back of her neck. She was tired. A lot.

Maybe it was time to go to bed.

But someone speaks up before she can ask them to leave.

"And what exactly is our plan with Kisaki?" Mikey questions her, just wanting to quickly ask after seeing her face, "We only know that he's coming back and that he knows where you go to school. He's probably mentioned all he knows to Hanma, too."

"We won't speak about it unless we're all in this room, got it? This is the safest place, away from any of Kisaki's minions or whatever. What is said here, stays here." She commands, making all three boys nod theirs heads. Good to have such compliant guys around, isn't it?

Y/N lets out a huff, glancing at her desk where a shiny item sat, "I'm planning to shut Kisaki up for good."

Mitsuya furrows his brows. "What do you mean?" He asks in a quiet tone, almost afraid of her answer.

Draken is as well. Because he can finally realise how similar the ex's in this room are. Sure, he might've seen some similarities, but never to this extent. When did Y/N become Mikey? And why didn't he figure it out until now? Had it always been this way, ever since she became Toman's leader?

Y/N stands up, walking towards her desk. Mikey blinks at her for a moment as she moves in his direction. "With the Clair de Lune coming to overtake Toman, we can't have any loose ends at the fight on the 24th." She explains to her commanders. Mitsuya crosses his arms. "Kisaki's been up my gang's ass for years now. I don't like having that guy constantly snooping and getting my men worried. They won't fight well if that happens, and I can't afford to lose to Clair de Lune."

She picks up the item from the table, clicking it into place before turning around. Draken widens his eyes with a slow inhale, suddenly standing up straighter once Y/N faces them. Mitsuya's shoulders raise as he then lifts himself off the bed. His fists are clutched at his sides.

Mikey is the only one to remain in his seat. He's got his arm on top of the chair backing. He closes his eyes for a moment, letting a sigh out. 'Is that really necessary? It's just Kisaki', he thinks to himself.

But then again, he doesn't exactly know what he's left behind. All he knows is that Kisaki stepped down and Toman was Commander-less for about four months until they agreed upon Y/N.

What he didn't know was that Kisaki had tried to take out all of the Captains, in fear that they'd take over Toman in his place. He didn't go after Y/N since, well... why would Toman invite Mikey's ex to be the Commander?

The only slip up. Letting Y/N live.

She tilts her head and aims at the bed in front of her, leaving her finger off the little important section of the item. She blinks once as she lifts her chin. A small grin adorns her lips.

"I'm going to shoot Kisaki."

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fucktheroyals · 3 years

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You know after reading and reading and reading peoples theories and the meta from before the spn finale aired and the meta writers reactions to the finale I think I have a theory of my own. We don't have any answers tho, so this is pure speculation. If you wanna add something to support or discredit any of this that's cool but there's too many things floating around. Know I dont have proof for this conclusion at all. A lot of what I say is just guesses based on previous facts.

This all came together in my head when I realized how much this finale REEKS of the original producers and who the show was originally for. It REEKS of Robert Singer. Like if the execs started saying they didn't want it, Robert Singer was the one pushing that the story was about the brothers. That kinda thing.

Then, I was thinking of the problems in this episode and it struck me these are all of Supernatural biggest issues and to be honest all of it feels completely deliberate.

Take the sexism for example, Supernatural in it's later seasons largely out grew this, we have Jody, Rowena, Donna, Charlie, Mary, Claire (and even a wayward sisters pilot with MORE women/girls) all making regular appearances. They're mainly good characters and mostly aren't there to hurt our boys. Rowena, of course, is the one outlier being very about herself but it's clear she still cares for them, I mean its part of her development. But they're all real, with character flaws just like everyone else. (And we have Death too and she was POC 😭 THANK GOD)

Now look at the earlier half of Spn, we have Ellen and Jo, who's appearances were far in between. There's Bela in season 3, recurring for quite a bit (5 eps), but she is a character that is only there for herself, definitely not found family (unlike Ellen & Jo), and she's got more episodes in season 3 than Ellen and Jo in season 2 who aren't seen again til season 5. The "fans" send in hate mail after hate mail to try to get these characters off, and eventually they are. Then there's Ruby who's character stayed for a whole two seasons and was a largely recurring character. Why does she get to say so long? She's a plot device. She's supposed to be there to betray Sam. She has to stay (plus Jared obviously likes her). But she's not just a character the writers like writing about. Same with Lilith. Obviously not as recurring but still a plot device. Did they get hate mail tho? You can bet on it. Why? because tHeY'rE gOnNa PuSh ThE bOyS (Dean and Sam) aPaRt ThE sHoW iS aBoUt ThE bOyS oNlY. Without even thinking about the hate mail, just notice how large the difference is from how women are seen in the earlier seasons to the later seasons. Misha got tons of hate mail too for being a character that could split up the boys (probably only being allowed to say because he a man, thanks sexist producers and execs).

Only after Castiel was killed off and then Castiel fans successfully (thank you guys) got him back on the show did the hate mail largely simmer, which means female character's were allowed to stay! Which has lead us to a show with a good amount of female characters. But can you imagine having to kill characters off time and time again because people keep complaining that the show is "only about the boys." Fun times really.

So now we get to this final and we see sexism. But it wasn't just the plain old regular sexism you find in the earlier days of spn. Because now, there ARE women to talk about, talk to. But this episode was DESOLATE women wise, unless they were used for plot (which is also sexist!). Small scenes, they're barely there. Women gets her tongue cut out. Random women from s1 gets killed. Sam doesn't SPEAK of Eileen. Nothing. No mention of any female characters from the boys mouths unless they were from/in this episode itself. That's WIERD. I know we've all said it. But that goes beyond forgetting about characters. I mean its SAM'S GIRLFRIEND for Christ's sake. There is NO REASON they couldn't have said Eileen's name. Notice how Sam's wife is just... faceless. This is literally an age old sexist trope. Like... one of the things about bringing Mary back to life for s12+ is that it takes this trope... of basically a generic mother, and gives her life and feelings, whether you like them or not, they're real feelings. They said Mary isn't just a mom she's a person. Mary's existence in the later half of spn is to fix this kind of female tropes that fall upon her character, to not let these her stay a 2 dimensional character. They said we should know she's more than just the mom who tried to save her kid. Do that is the exact opposite of Sam getting a nameless, faceless wife. The sexism of the old spn wasn't just brought back, it was completely amplified. It wasn't just accidental or some exec "fixing" the story it was DELIBRATE. Whoever wrote that, didn't do ALL OF THAT by accident. Because an exec or a producer who doesn't see the flaws in old supernatural isn't going to write it that deliberately.

Let's bring it back to s10 when Charlie was killed (singer was mainly to blame). Dead in the bathtub, age old classic of burying ur gays. If you were here you know people never let Supernatural live that down. THEY KNOW what bury ur gays means. Hell, Robbie Thompson left because of Charlie's death and you think the writers don't know what it means? I mean both Bobo Berens (especially) and Steve Yockey's careers are centered around LGBT+ storytelling and you think they don't know? They know. They know.

And Dean wasn't just apart of the bury your gays trope, it is so far BEYOND that. Dean being killed on a rusty nail/screw, the tongues ripped out, things that seemed to be meant for other people. Jensen's acting in the last two episodes was giving us "DEAN RECIPROCATES" but no one ever actually saying it. I think it's clear that Dean was killed for being Bi. They didn't address it for a reason, they just silenced him. His narrative was supposed to be about letting him be HIM for the first time, to say what his feelings are instead of having them miscommunicated, and instead of doing that, they just silenced him. And the more we look at this scene the more horrific it gets. The more it's a complete slap in the face and it's supposed to be. Some guy who knows nothing about the LGBT can't write a scene this horrific.

Some guy who knows nothing about Dean couldn't write a scene that deconstructs all of Dean's character development and gives Dean his worst nightmare. I MEAN DEAN WANTED TO LIVE HIS LIFE! THEY DIDNT HIDE THAT JOB APPLICATION (or whatever job related thing that was) IN THERE FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES THEY WANT YOU TO KNOW THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE WORST SITUATION. Dean isn't Barney from HIMYM. If you watched HIMYM then you'll know Barney went from being a stereotypical ladies man and treating women terribly to being in love with a women and treating her right and working hard for it. The last episode of HIMYM (why its so bad) Barney's character development is thrown out and he's back to being a stereotypical ladies man. You don't need to know Barney's character very much to do that.

To kill Dean during a hunt his father never finished, to not have anyone at his funeral, to have Dean die young like his life didn't matter. Those are Dean's worst fears and you'd only truly know that if you watched the gin episode in s3, where they are basically laid out for you. You HAVE to know Dean's character to tear him apart like this.

This episode took all the core elements of the show and did a complete 180° the name of the episode itself is "Carry on" and Dean and Sam very much did not carry on. Sam grieving his entire life so that he good get to heaven and see Dean again. Dean being ready to live his life, despite the enormous pitfalls and learning to love himself only to be killed. "Family don't end with blood." Um.... it did in that episode either literally with Dean's death or you know BECAUSE NONE OF THEIR FOUND FAMILY WAS THERE. Not Jack, Not Cas, Not Eileen, Not Donna, Not Charlie, Not Jody, Not Claire... on and on we go. No one was there, nobody was even mentioned. Dean's funeral, no one even called that we know of. It was just Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean. And Bobby. Don't forget Bobby. But yeah Sam and Dean.

That's what the show is about right, the brothers.

Except it's not anymore. It hasn't been for years.

Cas not being there was deafening but it brought us to a major point. Becky. Becky's telling us about the terrible ending.

And many of us are wondering why would they literally tell us this is the worst ending and then... make it the ending.

Now before we move on, it very apparent many of you think Dabb doesn't ship Deancas. And Dabb doesn't care about the characters.

Say what you will about any plot holes in his writing, the point he is VERY GOOD at writing the characters, and giving us good ones.

Why do we know Dabb ships Deancas? (ill say when its cowrote, other wise its not) cowrote ep 8.02 - purgatory "I prayed to you, Cas, every night" "Cas, Buddy, I need you." "I have a price on my head, and I've been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to – to keep them away from you." 8.08 Hunteri Heroici - Cas helps them hunt! 😊❤ Dean & Cas have a serious convo about why Cas doesn't want to see/go to heaven. 8.22 Dean's mad at Cas. Sam's explanation of why Dean should be easy on Cas: "It's Cas." Dean then points out how he'd knife anybody else if they did what Cas did. 9.10 - Cas comforts Dean when Dean can't take seeing Sam (Gadreel) being tortured anymore. Also tons of Cas. 9.20 (bloodlines) - Canonical couple parallel "I was there, where were you" 9.22 The angels make Cas choose between them and killing Dean and he "gave up an entire army for one guy" 10.09 Claire's reintroduction. Cas heavy ep. DeanCas date. 10.22 THE PRISONER - u know the ep where Dean beats the shit out of Cas but loves him enough to not kill him.

We COULD keep going but I think I've made my point. If Robert Singer is the guy that is like "the show is about Sam and Dean only" Andrew Dabb is the DeanCas shipper. And you could even say a Cas stan.

Notice! How in s13 for SEVEN episodes we have a story that revolves around Dean's grief about losing Cas. Notice! How often the stories in all these seasons have a focus on their relationship. THAT is Andrew Dabb. If it weren't for him doing that, we wouldn't be able to easily say after Dean's lack of a response to Cas' confession, that Dean reciprocates.

To me, when I was (binge) watching s12 for the first time, I thought damn this is really got a lot of DeanCas. So I went to look at who was in charge, who was writing. I saw Andrew Dabb, associated him with Deancas episodes, saw all the new writers, Bobo, and then I saw that Yockey is known for same sex stories and it clicked. Dabb assembled a team to give us Destiel. THAT WAS IN SEASON 12!!!!!!!!

The amount of people saying he's homophobic flabbergast me. Open your eyes! That isn't what's going on.

Imagine making a show and trying to right all the wrongs of Supernatural. Imagine trying to write the greatest love story ever told and you have the entire season planned out for it to end off beautifully, it may possibly be your greatest achievement when it's done and then boom. someone comes in and tells you you aren't allowed to make Dean bi or make destiel endgame, after he was most probably already given the go ahead.

Sure. You could imply he's bi or into cas still in a way. Still make nice-ish ending. just give everyone what the kinda want.

Or you could scrap the last season, nothing close to a canonical bisexual Dean Winchester or Deancas endgame in site. People can be done with it be happy with the show, continue to live their lives in ignorance as to how close they were to Canon destiel.

OR you can lead everyone to the very closest you can get them to what you were aiming for and then show everyone the ugly truth and reality. Light it all on fire. Burn the show to the ground in your wake. Try your darnedest to making these people's (the people saying no) pockets suffer. Show us, the audience, what happened. Show us what this show really is.

I've seen people talk about the ending being changed during covid but I dont think that happened. I think what happened was Dabb already had this season planned out before it even started. Obviously the details were wobbly but it was all lead up to this ending. Destiel endgame, Canon Bisexual Dean, whatever it was. They were ready to write the greatest love story ever told and then someone shut it down.

Imagine the pain that must have caused them to be told no when they already said yes. They must have been so excited to give this to us.

I think someone (some producers) told him what this show is "really" about. The brothers. Can you imagine, after being told no, some kinda bullshit like this is said to you: "Why aren't you bringing it back to the brothers, Andrew? that's what the shows about. What with all this homosexual stuff, you know the audience won't like that. Not really." Imagine the original producers pushing this kind of view on you. "You know when we started it was Sam and Dean. It should end with Sam and Dean." That kinda sounds like someone huh? huh.

So why give us a nice acceptable finale, when you can take every problem Supernatural's had either up front or behind the scenes and create a finale so incredibly bad that people don't want to watch it anymore.

Someone made a good point about how Sam was originally supposed to be the main focus (this isn't to put any hate on Sam or Jared). Dean and Sam are the main characters but Sam was supposed to be the focus and for Dean to have become the focus, must have annoyed the producers because... well here we are. They wouldn't listen to Jensen. The producers liked this ending. Jensen's opinion didn't matter to them.

In some ways, if this is really what happened, it can be seen as childish from Dabb. To hurt all of us like that. Yes, he's hurting the producers, the execs, the cw. But to hurt us? Yeah it stings.

But in other ways, if this is really what happened, this is Dabb showing us the muck and gunk under the shiny surface. The hate for Misha. The hidden hate for Jensen. The underlying sexism. The underlying homophobia. The people REALLY in charge don't care about us, they just want our money. He needed to open our eyes and free us, at least free the people that he was writing for. The people he sees that care about this show.

This is the ending the powers that be wanted and its a big fuck you for a reason. I dont think this is Dabb spitting in our faces for loving this show, I think this is him trying to get revenge for us.

But from here, you can see it how u want it. If this is really what happened, I'm not in charge of your emotions, if you wanna be mad be mad if you wanna be grateful be grateful. And you don't have to believe me either I said this is speculation.

Also, as for all of the rumors like there being shots to the confession scene that we didn't see, which Jensen himself implied, I think that might have been a last ditch effort to canonized DeanCas but obviously it was cut. Like the name change was pretty clear. As for Misha possibly having shot some stuff for 20 I dont know what to tell you. If it's true I dont know where the blame would lie.

I do think however, that if all this was the case, the writers were prepared to become villians here. I mean they told us the writers were villians with Chuck right? So. Who knows what went down so they could give us such a vile ending. It could've been the producers or the writers, who truly knows. I do think tho that people we "trust" did some pretty shitty things to push the narrative in certain directions so now one would see this as the actual ending that was coming.

So again do with my SPECULATION what you will. This was in no way meant to put Dabb on a pedestal or anything. Just meant to give a bit of perspective.

(Also Jensen didn't unfollow Dabb recently he was already unfollowed for years)

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