#it might work well too since the cast and crew all still seem to be on great terms (and i love them for that <3)
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New Parent Panic (Ari's POV)
Ari Levinson x reader--best friends-to-lovers (now engaged w/a baby)
a Bedrock and Blueprints tale (see previous or series)
Summary: Little Rachel gets sick for the first time on a day that's not-quite convenient for her parents...
Warnings for eh...self-pity? dudeliness? sorta idiot Ari but he's relatable? very very fleeting mentions of sex. Mostly this is a web of hurt/comfort, much like its counterpart perspective. WC 2.5k 😣 This got out of hand...
*You'll be surprised to learn that since I posted (technically this morning), I continue to not know much about babies, so yup, it's fiction.
He felt like crud yesterday, but he never said anything.
The cast only came off of his leg three weeks ago, and between getting back to work, taking physical therapy, and having a newborn at home, Ari is run fucking ragged.
He doesn't say anything though because you are just as worn down. You're in this together. He can manage.
Despite his best efforts, he got shit sleep last night. His thigh aches when the weather is colder, and the burning strain in his atrophied muscles won't let up since he diligently repeats his PT exercises whenever he can all day long.
He has no more sick leave--or at least, it seemed useless to take it when all he had was minor chills and a headache--so he leaves in the morning for the construction site where he is grounded. Until the strength in his legs is evened out again, he'll only work on the ground, but that's not resting. He actually moves around more than if he was climbing or balancing up on unfinished floors.
Ari focuses on not limping slightly when he's home around you, but he knows you can tell his recovery isn't done yet.
So yesterday he felt pretty rough, and whatever it was ruined his sleep, but he did all he promised he would do around the house before going to work and returned right after the shift ended.
He even strategically holds the house keys so they will make zero jingling noises, in case Rachel is asleep and not to be woken.
Ari can tell immediately that his girl is, of course, not asleep at all.
"Why's she crying?" he says, changing his bearings over from an intense day of helping the rather large project crew.
"Because she hates me."
He's pretty sure that's not true so walks over, not bothering to take off his shoes, saves time if he swings by the bedroom. He can do a lot more if he removes his stiff work layers and washes some grime off. He wouldn't say no to beer either...
If he's going to do a lap around the house, he may as well grab whatever helps you.
He asks if Rachel needs medicine, but it's not been enough time for another dose.
"Hungry?" He means both the baby and you, but before he can specify, you practically bite his head off.
No, I don't think you've starved our fucking child for your amusement, but I think you might be hangry...
"Calm down," Ari tries to soothe instead. "I'm just trying to help."
It clearly doesn't come out as soothing.
"Well then fucking help me," you cry, and he can tell now that it is crying.
As soon as he's dressed down a little, he'll do anything and everything you want, but either way, he'll have to take a minute to be ready, now or later. Now just seems easier because then you can pass Rachel off to him for good.
He simply has to use the bathroom.
Turns out so do you, and you've needed to for a long time.
Ari offers to let you go first. He figures he can set her in the basinet for the whopping minute it will take him to change clothes.
You say no. You already have her.
"Fine," he sighs, beelining for the bedroom, ready to strip and flip his body like an actor offstage. "I'll be right back."
"Take. Your. Time."
Ari turns around, unamused, biting his tongue and taking a breath before, as calmly as he can possibly manage, he says, "Kid, just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."
His aching body, too-cold in some spots, too-warm in others, makes him twitchy. He can't stand still and he has to take the weight off his bad leg.
You don't answer. You just walk off to the kitchen
"I swear, woman..."
Ari does everything too fast.
He knocks down a few hangers in the closet grabbing a sweatshirt from the shelf. Toiletries do a half pike in the dip of the sink when he replaces the bottle of mouthwash. He uses the last of the toilet paper rolls but is a little scared to stay any longer before relieving you.
He's about to warn you to replace it, but you're on the phone, relaying Rach's fever and very few specific symptoms beyond that, other than constant crying.
He won't interrupt you in the middle of a conversation with your back turned to him, so he decides this is his chance to get a beer out and open, within arms reach once you're done and he can take over.
The call ends.
Rachel is shrieking now, and it's difficult to hear over the wailing.
He figures you have to relay a rundown of what she's eaten and when she can have meds again, so he won't yell over the din much and asks what he needs to do.
Easy, right?
Wrong.
He barely gets the baby balanced in his arms when there's a short break in the flailing yell.
You run out. He assumes you're making a break for the bathroom, but no, you go out--like out-out--of the house. He can't move fast enough to follow, and Rachel resumes crying within seconds of the front door shutting.
Ari hasn't locked the car yet (the beep could wake a precariously sleeping kiddo so he waits to see if it's safe), so he makes it to the living room window in time to see the van shift slightly with your weight inside.
He can't see you though. You aren't in the front seats.
"Well, lil' general," he mutters to a baby that not only cannot understand him but also cannot hear him over the noise she's making, "we have our orders."
He won't take the screaming child outside; that's rude to the nice neighbors. He gathered enough info from your phone call to know Rach probably needs fed again, and by the time that's done, it'll be meds--for him and the baby. He waits to take anything for his leg until close to bed, so it's effective, maybe allowing him a few decent hours a night.
He wets a washcloth and grabs a bottle.
Ari bounces. He wiggles. He shimmies. He groans when a momentary stab of pain races up his thigh. He is so fucking sick of being in pain. He hated being trapped in bed. He hated being trapped in a cast. He hates not being at 100%. He loathes using the pain as an excuse for not doing his part at home.
So he has mentioned it as little as humanly possible.
Finally, he arranges himself on the couch with that donut pillow thing to cradle Rachel's head while she eats, and Ari slaps the cool cloth on his own forehead, leaning his neck back at an awkward angle. He doesn't really care; this is about the best he's felt all day.
He isn't sure whether he expected you to come in by now or not. He can't blame you for wanting space, just any amount of it at all really, but it's cold outside. The car won't stay comfortable for long.
Rachel has, eh, sorta stopped crying by the time the bottle is empty. She kicks her chubby legs out and stares at Ari with huge eyes, snorting with each exhale. He does the suction thingy to clear her nose, just like you taught him, and then it's Daddy-Daughter drug time.
Diaper change is next, and then because Ari happened to put on his favorite navy blue sweatshirt, he pulls out Rachel's navy blue onesie. Sue him. It's cute to match his kid.
Her big eyes get heavier and heavier, so Ari takes his chance to go check on you before Rach is even fully asleep.
He slips his shoes back on without tying them.
He's happy the first words out of your mouth once he opens the car door aren't an apology. Goodness knows when he needs a minute, he needs a minute. There's nothing wrong with that.
Ari wishes it weren't his fault though.
"Is she okay?" you ask with a watery voice.
He rubs across your back, your body curling in on itself even more. Those hard plastic, all-weather mats must be murder on your bare feet and shins.
"Took a few ounces of a bottle and went down in her bunk."
He plans the best way to lift you with his weakened stance, adjusting you like a sad rag doll before hauling you into the house.
Honestly, he's looked forward to holding you all day. He thought maybe you'd share a hug when he got home or cuddle on the couch for a bit, but none of that happened obviously.
Instead, he sinks down in the front hall, keeping you on his lap while he kicks his boots over to the mat.
He kisses your temple.
Your forehead is sweaty but chilled from outside. He has no clue if you're sick, too, but if it's whatever he had yesterday, he knows it won't last very long.
One thing he knows for sure: he had no way of knowing this was how your day went.
"How many times I gotta tell ya to call me?" he whispers. The longer his skin is pressed to yours, the more he's convinced. "You know, you're warm, too."
You ignore yourself again, asking if he took Rachel's temperature.
He cradles you while explaining what he did, squeezing you tighter once there's nothing left but to focus on you, which you do in the absolutely worst way.
"I'm a bad mom," you breathe.
"What?" He smacks his head on the wall behind him. "What are you talking about?"
Not fucking today, kid. Don't do this.
"Bullshit," he seethes, his gut knotting at the thought of you wallowing in those thoughts, alone in the empty, cold car. "Don't you ever say that again."
Your evading his attempts to wrangle you into facing him.
"I shouldn't have--"
"Stop," he bites out.
"--you were--"
"Stop it."
"But I'm the one who wanted this, Ari!"
That's not fair and you know it. His heart is breaking open with yours.
"Me," you continue, choked by misplaced guilt. "I wanted kids. This whole time. I bitched about how Joanna's done--"
He fucking hates the idea of you comparing yourself to Joanna.
"--and I thought I could just...and I suck at it. Rach even likes you better!"
You're full-on blubbering now, and he won't say it, but you're adorably pathetic like this. His breaking heart swells a little.
"No, kid," he adds. "She was exhausted. I only got here at the right time."
"It's 'cause you're comfy and you smell good--"
Well, I do use my bathroom time wisely...
"--and she loves you."
You say that like it's a bad thing?? Ari snorts out a laugh at your lip quiver.
"She loves you, too. You're her mom." He tucks you in closer, stroking his hands over your restless form. "I love you. So much. So, so much."
Ari searches for your hand and the sapphire ring he put on it until he can spin the band gently on your finger. He knows you deserve a wedding, sooner rather than later, but he doesn't want to be in pain standing up with you in front of friends and family. He doesn't want to limp during your first dance. He certainly doesn't want to need painkillers to take you to bed that night (or any night really).
That's his guilt.
Yes, you were very pregnant when he fell and broke his leg. Yes, there would have been almost no way to have sex with his cast on, or properly maneuver you for any other positions and activities. Yes, you needed plenty of time to heal after giving birth. But come on!
If he had control of his body, or his muscle mass back, or less self-consciousness and disappointment, he would love nothing more than to be all over you--last night, this morning, when he walked in the door, in the kitchen, out in the car, or right here on the fucking floor.
Ari knows those are selfish thoughts. You need his comfort and words more than you need to feel like an object. Rachel--or, he guesses, a baby in general--makes everyone feel like they're just playing a roll, like they're there for one purpose only.
"Can I tell you a secret?" Ari rumbles near your ear. "You're my favorite."
You slump into his chest until your forehead braces his throat. You fit him so perfectly.
"Almost not fair, really. You've got a decade of brownie points, and she's managed to make me buy more pads for her than I've had to for y--"
You pinch at his side harshly, biting back a smile. He deserved that pinch. He earned that smile.
"Oh! And you can control your bladder for a whole day, which is downright impressive wh--hey now--" the assault on his ribs has him jumping around the floor "I'm just...being...honest," he chuckles.
"You're a jerk is what you are, old man."
He grabs both your arms and pins them together in front of him.
"Yeah, but I'm your jerk. Your old man, kid. I'm yours, okay? You are not alone here. You don't have to know how to do everything by yourself." He lowers his voice as well as his face to yours. "And you mean just as much to me as that little girl in there. You hear me?"
You only nod, so he gently knocks his forehead to yours.
"Please be okay. I could never do this without you. Any of it..."
You're settled in bed, watered, fed, and cleaned, but Ari notices Rachel starting to fuss again.
When he sweeps the thermometer over her head and ear, the reading says her temp has actually gone down slightly. He'll take that win.
He lets out a silent cheer and holds his hand up.
"High five?"
Those huge eyes just blink at him.
"No? It's fine. We'll work on that."
He lefts her out of the basinet and tries one more bottle, turning on the TV but getting lost watching his daughter's tiniest movements instead. While he's burping her, he runs through his PT routine, twice, since his mobility gets a little better once his meds kick in.
Lil' General is out cold almost instantly over his shoulder.
Ari grabs another wet cloth for your forehead before putting everyone to sleep.
He bounces his way closer to you in the bed. He wiggles and shimmies until you're resting against his chest. He smiles when he realizes you don't feel overly warm anymore, pulling the blanket higher, letting the static of Rach's white-noise machine take him under.
He felt like crud yesterday. Today, he helped his ladies feel better and goes to bed happy, holding you.
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omg hiiii! i missed you! I honestly wish you would write a fic where jack and reader get caught kissing by either the avatar crew or the scream crew...or both tbh and then jack gets all flustered and awkward and yn is just like "yeah i did that"
I just thought it was a cute idea especially with your writing. No rush! I'm so glad your back and I hope you feel better now
lovebirds!
pairing ! - jack champion x reader
word count ! - 0.6k
a/n ! - hi babe!! sorry my hiatus was so long 😭 but i am feeling much better now since ive been distancing myself from some of the ppl that im in a somewhat toxic relationship with. but i hope you like this since i might be a little rusty lmao, this is also somewhat of a sequel to take one
after meeting on the set of avatar 2, you and jack were very close to one another and your relationship got even better when you both found out you had roles in scream 6
jack was playing one of the ghostfaces, ethan landry, and you were playing his love interest who knew all about his family's little secret
you guys grew close to the cast, but chose to keep your relationship private since if there was one thing you knew about jack, it was that he got VERY flustered when people started teasing him about you and would basically just give away the whole secret
that's why the avatar cast knew about your relationship and which is why you made jack keep your relationship a secret from the scream cast
and it worked out just fine, you guys acted like a goofy duo in public and a couple who seemed really in love in private
until you decided one day that jack looked WAYYYY too kissable in his halloween outfit
you two were sitting on the set of the house where the frat party was taking place, jack in his murder party costume and you in the lavender fairy outfit
there was a few issues with the set that they were fixing and jenna, jasmin, and devyn were going over lines which left you very bored
jack nudged you with a small grin
"you look so bored out of your mind right now"
you turn to him with a smirk and he knew damn well you had an idea that he wasn't going to agree with but would go along with any way since he loved you so much
"well i am…can we go back to your trailer?"
"y/n/n…"
jack gave you a knowing look but still allowed you to drag him to his trailer
he sat down and you quicky sat next to him, kissing him as he swatted you away but was also bringing you closer at the same time?
"y/n your makeup is gonna get ruined…" jack murmured as you pulled away for air
"jack it's ok! they can just redo it" you replied, going in for another kiss and jack gave in, pulling you on his lap
you kept kissing for what felt like hours and you two were in your own little world that you didn't even hear devyn and jenna giggling and approaching the trailer
suddenly the door slams open and you hear jenna gasp and devyn squeal in excitement
"fuck fuck fuck" jack mutters, getting you off of his lap before one of them could get the other cast members to come
he stood up, pulling you up with him just as mason and jasmin came
"so we caught the two lovebirds kissing" devyn says with a grin as jenna nods excitedly
jack shakes his head and gets flustered but you on the other hand? you couldn't be more fazed
"ok yeah we were kissing, we're dating so what's the problem?"
everyone looks at you in shock even jack, not expecting you to be so straight forward with your relationship
"oh um nothing! it's just we're all shocked" mason replied, scratching the back of his neck
"we'll leave you two love birds now, just don't give her a hickey!" jasmin says, walking out as mason, jenna, and devyn follow her
devyn slams the door shut and jack looks down at you, feeling flustered
"well that was um"
you giggle and pull him down for a kiss, which he gladly accepted to soothe him from the shock of whatever the fuck he just witnessed
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100 years later I finally drew all of my AU Links
Say hello to my lads! They're going to be in a comic I've been scripting and planning for about a year now I think? I'm calling it Link and the Links, latl for short!
More info under the cut :]
(please don't tag as LU/Linked Universe!!)
The Plot
The Links find themselves in a mysterious forest that seems somewhat familiar to all of them yet none of them know where they are. Now they have to work together to find their way home. On the way they'll discover a thing or two about each other and grow closer!
The Cast
I could talk about these guys for hours, but to keep it digestible I'll make it short
A bit of info before I get into it - all of them are taken from different points in time after the end of their adventure(s)!
Birdie (Skyward Sword)
18
Roughly 6 hours after defeating Demise
The start of it all. Unbeknownst to himself and the others, the space they find themselves in was created out of his desire to meet the heroes after him. He feels terribly guilty about the curse and very much blames himself for the possible suffering of future heroes. His main goal is to check up on everyone and help where he can!
Grasshopper (Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask)
10
4 days after leaving Termina
Somewhat disoriented after his journey still, he tags along simply because he thinks Birdie is an idiot who would get lost without him. He doesn't talk a whole lot but he likes listening to other people's stories
Seagull (Wind Waker and Phantom Hourglass)
13
6 months after leaving the domain for the ocean King
He's a real genuine pirate, yarr!! Or so he'd like you to believe. He talks a great deal about his strength and bravery, but really is just afraid and terribly homesick most of the time. He wants to fit in with Tetra's and her crew's toughness so much he might go a little overboard on the act in a way that may or may not end up biting him in the butt.
Choo (Spirit Tracks)
14
6 months after peace returned to new Hyrule
He wouldn't call himself a hero, in fact he'd say it's a miracle he made it out alive. Self-esteem and confidence really aren't his strong suits, he often finds himself dragged along and unable to say no. He is very friendly however, and if you just give him a little space he might even open up to you.
Wolfie (Twilight Princess)
21
4 years after defeating Ganondorf
Left Ordon after intrusive thoughts convinced him he was a danger to his village, now works at Telma's bar as a waiter in exchange for a room. He's responsible well liked, though he's not too fond of himself. He has some complicated feelings about the whole turning into a wolf thing
Apple (A Link to the Past, Oracle of Ages/Seasons and Link's Awakening)
20
Just a few seconds after Koholint disappeared
From one dream right into the next (sorta?) he's understandably disoriented at first. He pushes that aside pretty much immediately though, much more interested in getting to know everyone. He's a kind and soft spoken, weirdly wise sort of guy and near instantly becomes the heart of the team
Wallflower (A Link Between Worlds)
19
4 years after wishing upon the triforce with Zelda
Bitter doesn't even begin to describe this uh.. Pleasant fella. After being bossed around for the better part of his life he doesn't take orders from anybody and is this close to quitting his job as a blacksmith. He hates being stuck here, he hates these strange people, really there's not much he doesn't hate. But that can't be all there is to him...
Puzzle (The Legend of Zelda and Adventure of Link)
18
1,5 years after waking Zelda II
Confused, disoriented, but still happy to help and ready for adventure. Though some of the others don't really like him around he's still just as friendly to everyone. Since he struggles to communicate he tends to stay quiet. He appears to be simple minded on first glance, but he'll prove to be a valuable member of the team.
Sprout (Minish Cap)
23
13 years after defeating Vaati
After his grandfather died he retreated into his house and dedicated himself to improving his blacksmithing skills to live up to his grandfather's name, he was quickly forgotten by his community and faded into obscurity. Now he may be the best blacksmith in Hyrule, so good that even the royal guard hires him, but among the general castletown population he's nothing more than a forest cryptid. He only leaves the house when he has to, carefully avoiding people. Not because they disgust him, he just has a major case of social anxiety!
Squire (Breath of the Wild)
14
3 years pre calamity
This absolute rascal couldn't be happier about his current circumstances. These unknown woods are his playground and all of these weirdos are his friends now! Though everyone's pretty sure he's a knight trainee, he insists that he's just a stable hand for the guard. His chaotic and carefree nature surprisingly doesn't get in the way of things as he's eager to help out wherever he can, seeing the whole journey as an impromptu camping trip.
Some funfacts :]
Most of them are neurodivergent in some way!
Birdie and Seagull have ADHD, Grasshopper and Choo are autistic, Squire gets the combo platter AuDHD and Wolfie has OCD
Additionally, Birdie has auditory processing disorder and dyscalculia, and Squire has dyslexia
A few of them also have speech disorders
Choo stutters and Puzzle has cluttering speech disorder
Apple has a weak voice, so after a while his voice gets tired and gets hoarse
Choo enjoys drawings and cartography, two skills that will be very important!
One of Seagull's hobbies is photography! He takes his pictobox everywhere
Wolfie also does entertainment at the bar from time to time! He sings or does card tricks
Sprout knows HSL (hylian sign language) because his grandfather was deaf
Seagull's piratey way of talking is 100% for show and painfully inconsistent
Wolfie speaks in a thick southern (in universe ordonian) accent but he's trying hard to mask it since he moved to castletown
Wallflower absolutely hates Puzzle
Squire's special interest is horses
Birdie is a bit of a doormat so he has the ideas but Wolfie is the one to actually get them through
A number of them are blood related (has nothing to do with the colours of their names in this post, I had to reuse some because there weren't enough orz)
That's all I have for you today! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed! :]
If any of you have any questions about my Links or AU you'd like answered, my inbox is open!
Have a lovely day everyone!
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Jack Sparrow x male reader
Summary: you've reunited with your old friend. Eeeh it didn't go all that well.
Genre: fluff
Warnings: swearing?, a bit of a sexual tension
Not proofread, too lazy
Snoring "Huh- Oh! WOAH!" You woke up from a deep slumber to you being hanged by your legs and arms tied behind your back. You swung gently from side to side as you squirm in your bindings. You looked around yourself. You were on a ship but not your ship. You looked down, towards your feet, as you felt your blood go cold.
Black sails.
"Ah shet..."
Footsteps echoed around you and yet again you looked around yourself, this time with panic written all over your face. You wiggled as you glanced at your restraints. Pirates started to gather around you with their weapons and a bird. There was a way you could get out of this mess but you didn't remember the code word.
Barely? No. Truce! No. Pabble? What? Pe- Pa- Parl- Perl-
"P-PARLEY! Yes, yes, parley, that's the word!" You nodded your head rapidly at one of the crew members with a sheepish smile. They sighed and what you guessed went to call their captain. You stuck out your tongue and wiggled more in your restraints. You could see your legs as the loose went loose.
You laughed to yourself but you forgot about gravity. As you fell to the ground you hit your upper back and groaned in pain. You could hear more footsteps nearing close to you. You sat up and looked ahead. Your eyes locked on a pirate hat. You hummed and looked lower.
"Ah, shet... JAAAAAAAAACK! How's life?" You asked the man in front of you. He didn't seem to be amused or happy to see you really. How lucky were you to know Jack fucking Sparrow on friendly terms, well at least you used to know him that way. You two could have been great friends, the best even if you didn't turn yourself against him.
"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow." He exclaimed and continued. "What can a sad sack like you offer to me?" He swayed around like he always does. His extravagant movements distracted you for a second. You truly had nothing to offer and he could see it in your eyes. Jack sighed. "You've come crashing onto my ship, drunk, completely wasted, and now you're asking for a parley with nothing to offer. Not to mention you've been like a tick stuck on my back all night." He said and walked towards you.
You felt embarrassed. It's not like you were ashamed you were drunk, no, no, no. It's that your stupid little brain forgot you're no longer a member of the Captain Jack Sparrow's crew and you came crawling to his ship. Jack crouched in front of you and tilted his head at you. Your mouth opened to speak but no words came out. You could at least say sorry.
Your eyes shifted to the ground. Whispers started to indulge in your ears. They weren't nice. Some insults and the normal pirate things. You lowered your head more and expected that you either die onboard or die in the ocean. Either of which you didn't want.
"Men!" You could hear Jack's voice exclaiming loudly. "Take him, make him do the dirtiest jobs we have. Don't go easy on him." You could hear the crew chuckle. You willingly stood up but your eyes were still cast downwards. "Since the traitor is here we might as well make a good use of him." Those were the last words you heard of him that day. You weren't blaming him for his harsh words and actions. You surely deserved it.
For the past few days, you've been doing all the dirty work. You haven't had a proper meal for days and your bed has been a wooden floor in the cell room. You're filthier than always which ticked you more than how much work did you have to do.
You hummed to yourself to not lose the bit of your sanity you had left, which is not much. You used to hear Jack sing this song when he got drunk. Unfortunately, you don't remember the lyrics. You continued humming as you heard the old door creak. You sighed and looked to the door.
"Captain?" You said confused. "What do I owe you for your visit?" Your eyes followed him as he sluggishly walked towards you. He had a plate in one hand and a bottle of rum in the other.
Once he was right in front of your cell he spoke. "Rum?" You weren't sure if it was a trick question or not but you were too exhausted to say no. And I mean, it's rum, of course, you'd say yes. He sets the plate and bottle on the ground and went to grab a barrel to sit on he pushed the plate closer to you, with his boot, but grabbed the rum bottle away from you. "Eat first."
You didn't protest as the food was fresh and it smelled delectable. As you ate Jack drank the rum and observed you. His first thoughts were, 'Damn he's filthy. And the smell.' But he continued drinking nonetheless. He wasn't a flower himself.
You finished your meal and were finally satisfied when it comes to hunger. Thirst was another thing. You thanked Jack who hummed and passed you the bottle. You drank it of course. The burning feeling in your throat was everything. You licked your lips once you pulled the bottle away from them. You stretched your hand towards Jack so he takes the bottle. He took it and drank as well.
You sighed thru your nose. "Captain, may I...explain myself?" The words were heavy in your throat. He stayed silent as he drank. Once he stopped he made eye contact with you. "And what could you be explaining to me?" He snarled but it was still playful.
You looked away for a sec but looked at him right after. "The time when I switched sides so suddenly?" You tilted your head a little. He turned and gestured for you to continue. "I knew Barbossa would agree to your parley so I switched sides." It was a very weird reason to switch sides, basically, betray everyone and you knew it. You saw the confusion written all over Jack's face so you contained, cus, you weren't finished. "You know how Barbossa is. He wouldn't go straight to the Pearl, so I decided to hold them up so you can fight him for as long as you need without intruders." You told your story and waited if he was gonna say sum.
"Well, why didn't you come and explain yourself after the curse was lifted?" He asked sincerely. You've been cursed that day too so you could go with Barbossa's crew on the Dauntless to kill some British virgins. Which you didn't.
"I did run away to come explain myself but... Well, I knew you would be mad and I also saw Pearl, as she swam away... So I knew you left." You looked at your hands as they played with your dirty shirt. You heard a small chuckle. Once you looked back at Jack he was drinking the rum again.
"The Pearl left me behind as well." He said as he swallowed. "I've been brought to Port Royal again to be hanged. Savvy?" He turned the bottle upside down and shook it. You didn't know he was supposed to be hanged or that the Pearl sailed without him. To say you were shocked was an understatement.
"Huh..."
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"Turner?"
"Turner..."
You chuckled. The kid was a menace. You rested your head on the wooden planks of the Pearl and closed your eyes. Jack stayed there with you for a bit before you heard, "Well!" and a shuffle of keys. You heard a lock being opened so you opened your eyes. The door to your cell was open. "This-" he rapidly gestured to your form with his hand. "-is seriously bagging for a bath."
You let out a wholehearted chuckle and slowly got up. "Aye, aye Captain!" Jack set the barrel, he sat on, back where it was and escorted you out. Once the light blind you, you realized the ship was sailed in Tortuga. You hummed. When did they come here? Jack led you thru the streets to a tavern where he bought a room with a bathroom.
Once in the room, he shoved you into the bathroom and locked you from the outside in. You were baffled, to say the least. "Now do your deeds! Don't drown tho!" You could hear the captain say before the front door closed.
Did he...Did he just leave? He locked you in a bathroom...What will you do after you finish washing?...
You just stood there for a bit, too baffled to move. Once you blinked your trans away you shook your head and started to prepare the water.
Once everything was set you stripped and hopped into the water. You immediately relaxed. Your sore muscles finally loosen up. It was rewarding. You sighed in delight and closed your eyes with a satisfied grin.
You've been just laying there for a while. You were thinking about what made Jack so friendly again. Yes, you may have told him you're a very bad liar but why the sudden change of mind. You needed to ask him right after your bath.
You sank into the water to wet your hair. Not even 10 seconds in the water you've been pulled out. "Bloody hell, I've told you not to drown!" You heard Jack from behind you.
"I was just wetting my hair, captain." You said from under your wet hair. You brought a hand towards your face and flipped your hair behind. Your eyes met Jack's with a confusing expression.
"O-Oh..." He said as he let you go right after. And sat down on a nearby stool. You kept your eyes on him as water dripped down from your hair, down your neck. It was a bit awkward.
"When did you come here?" You said. His eyes moved slowly downwards. He was watching the drops as they slid down back. You caught up to it and looked away. It wasn't unknown for pirates to like other fellow pirates and you couldn't say you didn't fancy Jack.
You grabbed a soap that was near you and scrubbed it into your hair. You could feel Jack's eyes on you. It made you nervous and you almost dropped your soap. You silently cursed to yourself, "Need help over there?" but apparently Jack heard it. You thought about his offer but decline him with a quick, "Uh...no?"
You then remembered he didn't answer your question so you asked again. "Oh, not long ago. I walked on you when you went underwater. Savvy?"
"Why tho?" You looked at him suspiciously.
He blinked a lot before answering you. "Uuuuuh, well you've been here for quite a long time. Wanted to check on ya." You let out a small oh.
Your hands went to scrub your back. It was very difficult as your back muscles were sore and you couldn't reach that far. You sighed.
"May I?" You didn't even notice when Jack neared you. His hand was next to your head, asking for the soap. You gave him the soap. There was no reason to decline. He grabbed it and lightly touched your back with his other hand before setting the soap onto your skin.
He made circles around your neck and shoulders. You felt as your shoulders fell and the tension slowly disappeared. You let Jack do his magic. His fingers dug into your flesh and you winced a little. It didn't hurt but it was strange. In the end, you almost fell asleep which Jack noticed and chuckled.
"Don't fall asleep on me now." He worked on your trapezius muscles. His hands slowly pulled you against the wall of the bathtub as throughout his help with washing your back you slowly leaned closer to the water with your face.
You sighed in delight. "Thank you, captain, but why?" You could feel as Jack halted for a sec but his hands stayed firm on your shoulders. He kept his movements going.
"I've missed you quite a lot..." His fingers moved around your spine. "I dare to say I was heartbroken when you switched sides." His voice was, as always, groggy but there was kindness and honesty in it. "I thought I lost you for forever..." He stopped and exhaled loudly. "You did give me a sign, before you've taken that cursed coin, didn't you?"
You hummed. "Yes, I did. I didn't think you would understand it tho so I didn't give much thought to it after." You answered honestly. Your sign was very faint, almost unnoticeable. "I knew you'd hate me after either way."
After a silence, there was a loud splash in front of you. A lot of the water was spilled on the floor. You looked towards the cause, frighten. There inform of you stood captain Jack Sparrow. In the tub. Hovering above you. His hands were on either side of the tub propping himself up.
"Yet here we are, love." He said with his eyes looking into yours. "The compass." He brought his black compass to view and opened it. "It's pointing at you. Savvy?" He moved to compass to one side than the other. The dial always pointed at you. "Do you remember how this little thing works?"
Your eyes followed Jack's hand. You nodded. "It points to what you deeply desire."
"That's correct!" He moved away from you and sat on the other side of the tub with a heavy sigh. He was looking at his compass. "I was wondering why did it bring me to that town." He looked at you. "And when you came crashing to my ship, the compass kept pointing at you." He nudged his hand towards you.
"You desire me or something I own?" You question him. That compass is strange and you don't really trust it.
"That's why we're here." He put away the compass and leaned on his knees. "You're naked. Savvy?" He tilted his head. His little smirk and the mischief in his eyes were enough to bring heat to your face.
"Why would you desire me?" You sat up in the tub and leaned a bit forward with your eyebrows slightly frowned. "I did betray you."
He laughed and leaned more forward. "But you didn't." His eyes tried from yours to your lips. "Did you, love?" You slowly leaned to his face.
It was a mare second. Your lips caught his and you both were in a heated make out. After some time you two stopped. Jack smirked at you and hummed. "I can get used to this."
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love your work darling 💖 can I request? reader and Marshall co-star in a movie. while doing press one interviewer is being obnoxious and asks reader sexist questions. Marshall gets very angry. reader later tells him it's hot when he's protective and they hook up ;)
AN:Hi, I hope you like it x
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Your hands slowly made their way through your locks as you tried to fight off the nerves moving through you. It was your first starring role and of course, one of your crushes had to be your co-star. It made things easier as well, especially when nothing seemed to faze Marshall so you could hide behind that.
“5 minutes.” Your assistant called through the closed door and you gave yourself a moment to calm down. Placing some of the soft pink lipstick on yourself and spraying some last perfume; you made your way out of the room.
Thankfully, Marshall wasn’t too far behind you as he came up from behind you and walked by your side.
“You good?” He softly asked, whispering in your ear. He’d always had a soft spot for you since you first came on set. His protective side is quite known around the other cast members and you’d never admit how much you enjoyed it. “Yeah, just a bit nervous.” You whispered, chewing on your bottom lip.
“You’ll be great.” Marshall hummed, softly stroking your back and you both didn’t notice the looks coming your way. “Thanks.” You whispered, ducking your head for a moment as you both made your way to the room.
Of course, it had to be him. You’d heard whispers backstage that he wasn’t the easiest interviewer.
You didn’t think Marshall noticed and you tried to hide your reaction and keep it all professional.
“Thank you.” You hummed to the interview as he motioned towards the seat next to Marshall and you sat; crossing your legs.
You shot Marshall a smile and tried to relax into the chair as the interview began and thankfully he spoke to your co-star first. It was easier to hide behind Marshall and his persona but it wouldn’t help the rumours of you both when he seemed to soften for you every time he looked over.
“This is your first feature film?” The interviewer turned his attention to you, unfortunately but you smiled prettily. “Yeah, I still can’t believe it.” You babbled, softly blushing once more. “Nah, you are great.” Marshall hummed. You ducked your head once more; the compliments meant so much coming from him.
“Thank you.” You whispered, a sweet smile coming over your face once more as you nearly lost yourself in his presence. “I’m sure having a pretty face helped.” The interviewer hummed and you tried to hide your offence to his comment. You only placed a forced smile on and hoped the conversation moved on now.
But it seemed luck wasn’t on your side as the interviewer began to push with that agenda. He began to insinuate your audition process. You tried to stop yourself from ducking your head and moved to speak. “Dude, you might want to back off there.” Marshall called him out. His arm is now resting behind you on the chair.
The tension became awkward and your eyes moved to your assistant who stood behind the camera. “I think we should wrap this up.” A director called out as Marshall only grew more tense and it wasn’t something they wanted to make worse. Your blush quickly arrived back on your cheeks as you moved to stand.
You didn’t want to look at the interviewer again and you moved around Marshall who gently took your hand to hold. “I’m sorry..” You began to apologise to him, to the crew when he only shook his head. “Don’t. He’s a dick.” Marshall snapped; his eyes on the interviewer and you couldn’t help but find it so hot.
“Thanks.” You whispered and tried to keep your composure but you couldn’t help the relief flooding you when you left the room. “That was embarrassing.” You muttered to yourself mostly as Marshall placed an arm around your shoulder. Your fingers moved through your locks for a moment as you calmed yourself.
“Nah, more like unprofessional on his part. What a fucking idiot.” Marshall mumbled and this time you did duck your head to hide your reactions. “Thanks for defending me.” You winked up at him as he smirked. Marshall shook his head, “Always.” He gently stroked your back as you moved through backstage.
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It was later than week when you and Marshall were in his trailing; running lines for the re-shoots you were both doing. But you couldn’t get the moment in the interview out of your head. Especially when it had blown up on the internet. It seemed the fans enjoyed his protective side just as much as you did.
“Why are you staring?” Marshall hummed as he looked over the script and caught you looking; and not for the first time. “Not staring.” You whispered, ducking your head and pretending to read the words in front of you. “Liar.” He called you out and placed the script beside him on the couch and looked up at you.
You blushed at those blues staring into your soul. Chewing on your bottom lip, you finally found some courage from somewhere. He leaned back into the sofa; his legs spreading as he watched you come closer. You slowly moved onto his lap; straddling him. His hands moved up and down your sides.
“I found you so hot in that interview.” You whispered down at him; his smirk growing and you had to duck your head. “Yeah?” Marshall hummed up at you. His accent had you shivering whilst your dress bunched at your waist. You could only nod, chewing on your bottom lip once more before his thumb moved over your lip.
“Yeah.” You whispered and leaned into his touch as Marshall gently cupped your face. It wasn’t long before you leaned in and lovingly captured his lips. His fingers instantly moved into your hair; deepening the kiss and your hands moved down his chest. “I always find you hot.” Marshall whispered against your lips.
You blushed and nibbled on your lip once more as his hands moved up your thighs. You softly gasped when his hand cupped your clothed pussy. Your eyes flashed to the door of the trailer. “This takes me back.” Marshall whispered into your ear as he placed your thong to one side. You wondered what he was talking about but any thoughts moved from your mind when he slipped two of his fingers inside you.
Your eyes widened as your whimpers fell from your lips. It only made him smirk even more as he curled his fingers; hitting your spot with expertise you’d never experienced before. “Please..” You babbled into his ear, trying to stay quiet as he played with you some more. “I gotcha.” Marshall promised and moved to hotly mouth at your neck.
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Curious about your thoughts on the lawsuit against Jensen and whether or not you think it will ruin his career and prospects for producing anything else. Of course both J's fans are once again arguing over who is better than the other and who is a more competent producer. To be honest I never fully immersed myself in the fandom and everyday I know why. Seeing Jensen fail seems to be the thing now and no matter how well either of them do people will continue to hate one or the other. Only the people ignoring the drama are having fun in the SPN fandom while others continue a cycle of my fave is doing better than yours. Hopefully Jensen and Danneel will take responsibility and settle this case amicably but ultimately human beings make mistakes and he is not immune from that. I like both Jared and Jensen and if they fail and make mistakes I will either let them go or try to be understanding and hope they grow and learn from those mistakes. No one does anything perfect 100% of the time. I understand some fans bitterness towards Jensen but sometimes I wonder what does that bitterness really get you. Even if Jensen retires tomorrow and is never heard from again I'm sure he would still be talked about due to his failure to thrive beyond Supernatural. The fandom experience should be fun but it doesn't feel fun when it comes to SPN. Anyway love your blog and your level headed opinions. Sorry for the long post.
NGL, some of this struck me really weird, but I'm going to give the benefit of the doubt and assume maybe you've just spent too much time listening to weird stan echo chambers.
The idea that people in general are going to be talking about Jensen's "failure to thrive" beyond Supernatural is just ... a take. Let's put aside that he's done several movies of voice work as animated Batman and pretend The Boys is totally a show no one ever talks about or talks about in terms of Jensen's performance on it. As well as that it's been only three years since SPN's finale filmed - not only do projects take time to develop often counted in years and more than occasionally get shit-canned when one of hundreds of factors falls through? Those three years have included the tail end of a global pandemic and now a writers' and actors' strike. Forget all that. It's still the case that normals don't sit around talking about what a huge disappointment the cast from, say, Friends are for not having super memorable roles afterwards - they're talking about Friends. Similarly, co-lead of a fifteen year show is a respectable acting career in and of itself. Only obsessed stans of one stripe or another desperate to make everything a competition talk like that about an actor, and again, nobody should take them seriously.
But let's move on to the case itself [X]. Immediate preface, I am not a lawyer, and definitely not a lawyer specializing in this area of law, so grain of salt and all that. However, the way our legal system typically works is that you can file a lawsuit for just about anything - whether or not you can prove your case in court (or the other side thinks you might be able to enough to settle) is the part that matters. Someone filing a case is not an inherent indication of meritoriousness to that case. I do not know the specifics of the laws regarding filming during weather - other than what has been in the articles about the case. I do not know the specifics of the weather on that day or what the production crew on the ground knew or should have known. Not all heavy rain is accompanied by thunder/lightning and bolt out of the blue is an expression for a reason. If the big players don't decide it's easier to just settle and the case is found to have merit, I do not know the generally relevant case law which might give me an idea of precedent in terms of which defendants might be held legally liable to what degree of culpability.
However, the idea that this will "ruin [Jensen's] career prospects" as a producer, let alone as an actor? That's just ... Even if the case is meritorious enough to reach a settlement or get a verdict in the plaintiff's favor? As you would expect if you know anything much about lawsuits, it names every defendant with any potential culpability. In this case, that includes Warner Bros, The CW, three additional production companies (not including CM), six individuals, and up to 100 additional as-yet-unnamed potential defendants (Does as in John Does 1-100 Inclusive). Jensen is just the one whose name gets pulled for the article text for obvious reasons. The idea it would be on him or Danneel to be making the call on whether or not to settle when it also involves WB and the CW let alone all the other parties ...
Which is not to say an executive producer doesn't hold responsibility for the conditions on set, that IS part of the gig - and why he, Danneel, and Robbie are included in the suit. But only a stan desperately trying to wish their fantasies into existence would look at this list of defendants and the circumstances where it doesn't seem to be alleged that Jensen was directly involved in the specific chain of events and be like HAHA JENSEN'S CAREER IS TOTALLY OVER, NOBODY WILL WANT TO WORK WITH HIM EVER AGAIN!!! IMO, I have doubts it'll even affect John Showalter's likelihood of working again, and he was allegedly the guy making the call on the ground.
I mean, personally, I think TW was a bizarre, ill-considered clusterfuck starting from conception, through prequelgate and the refusal to say it was an AU because ???, to current lawsuit about allegedly questionable set practices. The only way I could see it having any overarching effect on Jensen's career is if he himself decides to move away from producing, though.
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I've seen people theorize as part of the devil's timeline (which I don't really subscribe to, but am curious about) that ggdd were pretending not to know each other beforehand when they started filming CQL and that that would explain why they got more familiar over time but also so quickly in the BTS. To me this would explain a couple things (like sharing phones so soon) but creates so many more questions that I have a hard time buying it. Mainly: I 100% understand why they wouldn't want to tell fans/the world at large any more details about their personal lives/relationship, since it's not our business, but I can't figure out why they'd like... act in front of the whole rest of the cast as strangers. I don't *think* it would make it seem like one gave the other any advantage in the casting process, but what do I know? And I can't think of a lot of other reasons for acting that elaborate/long-term. I was wondering if you had any takes on this?
Also! I wanted to say thanks again for your posts so far and I respect that it's not something you plan to keep doing, but I was (hoping) wondering if you were thinking about sticking around in the fandom as more of a spectator? I'm also a new turtle as of like 5 months ago so it's nice not to be the only one still going 🤯 over some of the BTS in 2023 when it's ancient news to everyone else. Thanks again for your hard work on your posts and timeline!
Hi!
Do they share phones really early? The earliest I saw was 7.7, though I'm not especially eagle-eyed. Beyond that instance and dd using gg's phone while the cast ate lunch on 8.2, I didn't notice either of them sharing phones in the videos I saw.
I guess I'm the odd one out bc I don't think they became familiar unusually fast. It seems like a reasonable timeline for the age they're at, from my experience. So I don't see the need to have an explanation for that since I don't see anything out of the norm in how their relationship progresses.
That's probably why I take the Devil's Timeline as interesting speculation but not much more.
But your main point is definitely a sticking point for me too.
Spitballing it, maybe they wanted to hide the nature of their relationship at first until they realized it was a gay-friendly set. But even then, why act like they don't know each other at all? They have a reasonable explanation for how they'd be acquainted: they met on DDU a year before. I'm not sure why they'd play coy.
Of course, behind the scenes industry stuff is always a wild card. We don't know what we don't know, and maybe gg and dd had a good reason to pretend they didn't know each other at all. I'm not well-versed enough in c-ent to even have a guess as to what that might be, but I assume it's possible.
At the same time, they later seem open about their relationship on set, even having couple fights and flirting while surrounded by cast and crew. So why hide things at the beginning?
I've been watching through some more of the daily bts on another playlist, and gg and dd act how I'd expect 2 reserved people to act on the first few days of working together. Of course, that's real subjective to assess, so somebody else could come away with a completely different impression of how they're acting. But, personally, I don't see anything that needs any explanation.
re: your second para: I'll probably go back to lurking. I have a primary tumblr acct that I use to lurk on a bunch of fandoms. I already followed the bjyx tags and a lot of the turtles on that acct before setting this up. I definitely plan to keep up with the boys, but I don't foresee posting that much in the future.
(I reserve the right to give in to my impulses and hunker down for the long-haul, though.)
I always get to a fandom late! I missed all the excitement when the bts first came out, but I still feel hype when I come across new-to-me stuff. I'm happy to enthuse with others!
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It’s a kind of Skill - Spock
Pairing: Spock x nonhuman!reader (gender neutral)
Warnings: mentions of banishment
Words: 689
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“Do it again!” you groaned inwardly. Sometimes your captain could be like a child when he was happy about something. What was worse was that Chekov supported him.
“I should have never told you” you muttered.
“But of course you had to. This is fucking brilliant, (Y/N). It’s magic”
“It’s not” you defended yourself at the same that your fiancé spoke up.
“Magic is not real. (Y/N)’s power might be best described as telekinesis”
“Which is something rather unreal, don’t you think?” Spock raised an eyebrow
“Did humans not use to believe that reading minds was not real either?”
“Yeah, I get it... explore new worlds and civilizations... we’ll find anything we never thought was possible and so on. But still, to move objects without having to touch them. I imagine it’s real nice”
“It’s also tiring” one would think that the bigger or heavier the object the more difficult it was but oddly, that was not the case. It was, in fact, the density that decided how exhausting it was. Much to Spock’s surprise, moving objects with lesser density even were more difficult. Sometimes you wished you had an explanation. After all you had been banned from your home planet for your skills. Since then you had been hiding them from everyone, only using them in secret. However, once you had met Spock, he soon realized that you were not like most people from your species and after having tried to keep to yourself for a few weeks, you told him the truth. Ever since, he tried his best to help you control your powers and how to efficiently use them when you wanted to. For that, he also wanted to understand the science behind it. Occasionally you doubted it was science and too thought it was magic but then again, when he came up with a new explanation you had to admit it did make sense... until the moment you proved it wrong.
“But if you practiced you’d get better?”
“Only a little. I mean there are limits to everything. Yes, you can train to get better but at some point it’s not possible to do more. And the fact that it is tiring never really changes” Spock immediately piped up with the newest hypothesis he had but the captain cut him off.
“What’s the easiest thing to do?” you rolled your eyes
“I thought easiest was to keep it a secret” you had not wanted to tell the crew but then, yesterday using your powers had been the only way to save the ship and the crew, so you had found that was worth it. And luckily, only the bridge crew knew right now since you had been there when you had used the ability to send away an enemy ship that would surely have destroyed you otherwise. They had promised to not let anyone know as long as you told them everything.
“Don’t be like that. You know we’d never cast you out for your abilities. I mean... maybe it’s better your people banished you instead of doing worse. Like taking advantage of you, doing experiments or even kill you” you shrugged
“You’re right” Spock had once told you something similar and had then supported your wish to not let anyone else know, for fear that someone of Starfleet command might want to use your powers to their own benefit.
“And uh...” he leant back “You know, when I requested you show us something, I never wanted to take advantage of you. I just think it’s awesome and want to see more. Because I’m curious. That’s why I’m in Starfleet”
“I thought it was because of a bet you had with Captain Pike” Lieutenant Uhura said “That you could have your own ship in three years”
“Well, I did manage that”
“By breaking basically every rule” when Kirk denied the accusation, the communications officer listed up some things he had done wrong and with a happy sigh you leant back. It seemed like you were off the hook. At least for now. You exchanged a glance with Spock and he placed a hand over yours.
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I'm so sorry you've become the blog for andor discourse 😬 can I just say it's surprising nobody is talking about how white this cast and crew is? yea diego is the lead and there are still some poc in the cast (and as you've said a lot of the black characters die) my issues with the show can be blamed on the creative team. for example maarva is something a lot of people have said they have problems with and I think an indigenous, latinx, or black writer might have taken a different route or chosen to keep cassian with his birth family.
lmao anon naur I am definitely not Theee Blog for Andor Discourse there are plenty of people blogging about it.
but yeah I 10000000% agree. Andor is INCREDIBLY white. On screen and off screen.
I mean Diego is a white Latino, even if that means he's racialized weirdly in the US for Racialization Works Differently In Different Places reasons - I mean I am not equipped to delve into this and I don't think anyone needs to hear it from me LOL. But he is Cassian so lol I mean I doubt anyones gonna be mad at him for playing Cassian since he plays him in Rogue One 🤣 although there were idiots saying he was miscast bc he's idk too old which ... LOL he PLAYED CASSIAN IN ROGUE ONE.
But they could have easily fixed how white the show feels by A) not focusing so much on Mon Mothma and like idk the wealthy Coruscanti upper class, B) keeping Cassian's old backstory lbr lol but even if they wanted to change Fest to Kenari (😡)... let Cassian have his birth family, write an indigenous mother and father* who they are clearly trying to represent to some extent, and maybe even still tell the immigrant's story with the use of diaspora - have Cassian and his family move away from home. Instead of writing his mother as a white woman coded as being from the Global North who has STOLEN an indigenous child. Idk I'm really not the person to come up with that story, it's not for me.
As for Clem, that gets to what you're saying about how like all of the Black characters die. I've talked about how it seems like all of the dark skinned Black men die in violent ways but with relatively little fanfare in comparison to white characters. Clem has the most time spent in his death, but even then he is fucking hanged (and thank God they barely showed it jfc) and it's in service of a non-Black character's story. Darker skinned characters in general get less dialogue, less screen time and experience more direct trauma than lighter skinned characters. I know, I know - something something that's the point that's how fascism and racism works. Yeah but does anyone really think these white guy writers are the ones who should be telling that story?
Idk I think there's a good argument for showing how the harm done by imperialism and fascism differs for different people but again it's also like... yeah Black people should have been in the room in order to prevent anti-Blackness. Indigenous people - especially Nahuatl people and Sami (for Aldhani) people should have been in the room to make sure the show handles the characters who are clearly inspired by their cultures well.
And yeah I can't help it, Bix's treatment was not great imo. I get the point of it, but I wonder about how much it would have helped to have a diverse writers room. Maybe she would have still been tortured, and frankly I don't need the empire's crimes sanitized? but something about that scene rubs me wrong - probably because her s1 arc does revolve around the men in her life. not like some bullshit "cassian is to blame for her getting tortured" take but it isn't about her story. It's about his.
Anyway I think many times the show does things really well but yeah their treatment of Black characters especially? Rancid.
*this is still Messy as fuck want to clarify that. Diego isnt indigenous so like ??? but whatever lmfao just bring back fest tbh
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Tarantism with Galadriel and Halbrand, please :) (also no pressure whatsoever)
Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.
A/N: Thank you for the prompt! <3 I may have fiddled with the timeline a smidgen, but I strived to be as close to canon compliant as possible with this one. There is a teensy bit of Quenya in this; I used a couple of online translators. Hopefully I didn't botch it too badly! Translation is in the end notes. This is just under 2k words.
REPRIEVE
The queen announces a fete for the eve of their departure from Númenor. Halbrand, much to Galadriel’s relief, turned up for the emergency council meeting this morning. The glance he cast in her direction was tangled with resentment and resignation, though he did his part, swearing to embark on the voyage, to unite the Southlands against the encroaching darkness. It is when the session draws to a close, after the logistics have been sorted, that Míriel mentions holding a celebration.
Galadriel frowns at the notion. Surely there are more important matters to attend to than feasting and carousing. She opens her mouth to say as much, but Halbrand speaks over her.
“We would be delighted to attend, your majesty.” He gives Galadriel a significant look, and she grudgingly swallows her protest.
“Yes, of course,” she murmurs.
He holds her gaze for a beat before addressing the rest of the group, “Well, then, if we’re finished here, it would seem that I am in need of a weapon and armor.”
Míriel calls for Elendil, but the captain is already stepping forward. “If you’ll come with me, Lord Halbrand, I’ll show you to the quartermaster.”
Halbrand raises a warning brow at Galadriel in parting. Behave. It grates on her, moreso because he guessed rightly that she would raise her objections in his absence. She would have the party set out as soon as soldiers are outfitted and cargo stored—within the hour if it were possible. What wisdom is there to start their arduous journey in the morning with crews still half-drunk from the night’s festivities?
But she keeps her counsel. She is aware of how tenuous their alliance with the Númenoreans is. Her dissenting voice—her elven voice—is more likely to shatter than strengthen it. And so she accepts Míriel’s offer to meet with her personal armorer.
The day passes quickly with the preparations. The queen graciously provides what Galadriel lacks—which is everything short of her brother’s dagger. Once her gear is packed, she makes her way to the docks to see where she might be useful. Elendil happily puts her to work inspecting the troops. Here she feels less stared at, less other, than she has since coming to these isles. She’s won the respect of the men and women who’ve trained with her. As she walks through the lines, her chest knots at their eyes gleaming with a naive hunger for glory. How many will dim into a different kind of fervor when faced with the true price of such honor? She can only hope their hearts will not fail them in that hour.
Elendil joins her after the troops are dismissed. “Shall I escort you back to the palace, mime héri?”
She cants a brow at him. “I thought I was past needing a minder.”
The corner of his mouth tips up in a small smile. “You are, but I suspect if I leave you be you will run off in search of a task that will keep you from attending the queen’s fete.”
Galadriel lets out a frustrated sigh. “I see little point in it.”
“Don’t you?” Elendil gazes at the ships. “Across the sea, many will give life and limb for a cause that isn’t theirs.”
“It is a cause that belongs to all the world,” she interjects with a bite in her tone. She tires of having to repeat herself on this matter.
He holds up a hand as if to stave off further debate. “It is, but the battle is not at our gates,” he says and then amends, “yet.” He looks toward the palace. “Tonight reminds them of what they are fighting for.”
“Be that as it may,” she replies, “the attendance of the elf they have no fondness for is hardly necessary.”
He shakes his head. “I beg to differ. Your attendance will go a long way in fostering goodwill between you and those you command.”
“Halbrand is the one who—”
“Apsene-me, mime héri,” Elendil cuts in. “While it is Lord Halbrand’s people we aid, there is no doubt who is truly leading this charge.” He steps back and bows his head. “I’ll leave you to consider it.”
Galadriel watches his retreat toward the city with a frown. Unable to deny the merit of his words—even if she does not care for the flavor of them—she resigns herself to making an appearance at the fete.
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The celebration is clamorous, a discordant combination of music, loud conversation, boisterous laughter, and applause for the various performers. Galadriel skirts through the edge of the crowd, offering an occasional nod of encouragement to passing soldiers. She pauses to watch a fire breather and sees Halbrand beyond the flame.
He leans against the far wall with arms crossed and brow dipped in a grim contemplation that seems to mirror her own sentiments. The cloudy expression gives way to a sunny countenance when another calls to him, and he disappears from her line of sight before she can push through the throng toward him. She’s not certain why she’s compelled to seek him out. Perhaps she merely wants reassurance that he isn’t wavering from the oaths he made this morning.
Or perhaps he is the closest thing she has to a friend in this strange place.
She catches only glimpses of him throughout the evening. A flash of his arm around an officer’s shoulder as they share a laugh. Another of him paying respects to the queen. There he is clapping enthusiastically as a contortionist twists her body into an impossible shape. Now he’s by the banquet tables, popping some confection into his mouth as a pair of soldiers talk animatedly at him. She never manages to draw near, not until she spies him slip away through a darkened archway. With a parting glance at the revelers, she trails after him.
The stairs she ascends lead to a wide balcony. Halbrand stands alone at the edge, gaze fixed on the glittering night sky as he tugs at the collar of his fine tunic. He’s been scrubbed of the grime from their ordeal at sea, the soot from the forge. Beard trimmed. Hair falling in soft, shining waves. This kingly portrait is only marred by the vestiges from his tavern brawl—the scab on his lip, the bruise near his eye.
“It suits you,” she says as she approaches.
Breathing a vinegary laugh, he looks at her. “It’s what you wanted.”
She can hear the deeper implication in his brittle statement. “It’s what is right,” she says in earnest. “Do not fear taking up the mantle that has always been yours.”
He rolls his eyes. “You can spare me another rallying speech. I’m already committed.” He rests his elbows on the railing, posture sagging.
His continued reticence would prick her ire if not for the conversation they shared last night. You’re asking me to go to the one place I swore I would never return to. She can forgive his lack of zeal. She better understands it now.
A silence rests between them, entwined with the quiet refrain of far-off music. She follows his unseeing gaze to the city below. The flickering lights mirror the stars above, and she recalls briefly of the waning silver leaves of Telperion. But as ever, any memory of Valinor is fractured with the loss of Finrod.
“Will you dance tonight?”
Halbrand’s question pulls her out of her morose thoughts. “No,” she answers.
He turns to face her with curiosity in his brow. “Why not? Don’t tell me that elves never make merry.”
She’s rankled by his flippant tone. “We do when the occasion calls for it.”
He snorts. “I’d say it’s called for.”
“I disagree.”
Halbrand straightens, closes the short distance between them. “Must you always be so contrary?” he asks with a hint of irritation.
Though she has to crane her neck to keep her gaze on his, she refuses to retreat. “I could ask the same of you.”
He huffs a soft laugh and shrugs as if conceding the point. His features grow somber in the next breath. “You and I alone know the horrors that await us in the Southlands.” He offers a hand to her. “Let us forget for a moment.”
She’s nearly tempted by the plea in his eyes, but the act feels too fraught for the roles they must play. “A Man and an Elf—”
“—may do whatever they please.” He gives her a devilish grin before murmuring, “They already call me Elf-mate. A dance couldn’t do any more harm now, could it?”
She gives him a flat look. “Halbrand.”
“Galadriel,” he says, mocking the warning in her voice. He lifts his hand again, searches her face with a lancing gaze. “Please.”
She wants to deny him again, but she can find no reason to. It is merely a dance. And if it will ease his trepidation for the unsavory business ahead, then surely she can grant him this boon. “Alright.”
When she places her fingers in his calloused palm, he doesn’t guide them back to the celebration as she expects. Instead he takes her other hand and begins to sway in time to the music coming from below.
“Here?” she asks.
“Well,” he replies with a grin, “I thought this better done away from the gossipmongers. It’s your image I seek to preserve. The Lady Galadriel of the Noldor deigning to take a turn with a low man.” He clicks his tongue in pretend disapproval.
“The Southlander King, you mean to say.”
Her callow attempt at lightheartedness is answered with sudden tension in his jaw. “There isn’t a crown on my head yet,” he mutters.
Before she can find the words to salvage their exchange, the tune changes to something more rousing, and he spins in her in a rapid circle. The movement is so abrupt it startles a laugh from her. She is as surprised by the sound as Halbrand, but his mouth stretches in a wide smile. He’s never looked so unfettered in their association, and a seed of gladness sprouts in her chest. Round and round they whirl, his laughter joining hers as they fumble through the steps.
Nothing exists in this moment outside of the feel of her skirts billowing outward, his fingers at her waist, her mirth reflected in his eyes. She is a child again, untouched by suffering and death. She’s the little girl riding her brothers’ shoulders, picking apples from the high branches. She’s an adolescent astride a stallion at full gallop for the first time.
But reality is a tide that cannot be forestalled. Too soon, the final strains of the song echo below, and Halbrand releases her. His grin dies in increments, expression turning grave. Her own becomes circumspect once more, but it’s belied by her quickened pulse as his gaze traces the lines of her face. She was right before; this simple dance has become weighted. But she cannot bring herself to withdraw, not when he reaches for the lock of hair that has come loose, not when he delicately returns it to its place, careful to avoid touching her ear.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
She’s unable to offer him more than a nod.
He steps back with a deep sigh. “Until tomorrow then.” He’s gone without another word.
Tomorrow. Where they will sail toward war. Where they will vanquish the blight of Middle Earth. Where she will put a crown upon his head and finish what fate began in the Sundering Seas.
And they both will finally have peace.
~FIN~
mime héri = my lady
Apsene-me, mime héri = Forgive me, my lady
#haladriel#saurondriel#the rings of power#trop#my fic#canon compliant#slight canon divergence#missing scene#shia the buff#haladriel fic#saurondriel fanfic
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I just saw “Watching and Dreaming”, what do you think?! It’s awesome, right? And how does it affect your plans for the Kryptonverse’s Owl House content?
What? No, I hated it...
...okay, no, can't even pretend hahahaha. I loved it!!! Maybe a nitpick here and there, but I think that was about as perfect an ending as I could've hoped for, especially given the circumstances of S3. I think The Owl House is just...my favorite animated show of all time, and since I don't watch much live action stuff, it might as well be my #1 overall. Maybe it's the recency bias, but between the super relatable protagonist, the cool magic system, the amazing humor, the found family aspect, the horrible villain, and so on, I just couldn't ask for a show better tailored for my enjoyment. Even if I later decide it isn't #1 for some reason, I can't imagine it falling off the big podium in my mind with the AtlAs and FMABs of the animation world.
As for the Kryptonverse, let's talk under a read more for obvious spoilery reasons:
I'm still in the process of accounting on the damages (same as the Isles! :P), but surprisingly, I don't think I have to change much about what's already written. I bet on a happy ending and I thankfully got that - I just have to tweak a bit of She Stole my Heart's epilogue to better reflect the actual events.
As for changes, I do have a couple, and they're related to the nitpicks I mentioned above. Maybe a bit of a hot take, but I don't really jive with the choice to have the glyph magic stop working - I get the "closing a chapter" angle, and of course it's directly because the Titan is now truly gone, but it feels a bit superfluous to me, when all it really accomplishes is keeping Luz from using glyph magic for a few years. I'm also still not super clear on what magic she can do, since she's still just human, but she does have Stringbean now - is it really just big magic blasts like in For the Future? Or can she cast regular witch magic fuelled by Stringbean's power by using the staff to make the spell circles? If so, why couldn't Eda and Lilith do that, y'know? I feel like this is absolutely something they could've made clearer if they'd have a full-length S3, but alas.
I'm also not super keen on the idea of the Collector setting off for the stars - again, I do understand the need to give everyone some space, and that the Collector has some growing up to do, but I'm not sure how he's meant to accomplish that on his own, or worse, surrounded by his siblings. It's obvious that he doesn't go away for too long, considering the portal he made, so to me that also feels like I can change it without much fuss.
Also, and this is entirely selfish, but I want to leave the door open for Luz to take on that Titan-powered form again. Not just because I can do some gnarly stuff with it down the line, but it's just too cool to lose for good.
So, here's what we're gonna do: I'm going to take these "ingredients" and come up with a way to keep the Titan's glyph magic as is (with the promise that King will bring his own to the table), I'm gonna keep the Collector around because they need parental figures and there's no shortage of those in the Boiling Isles, and I'll figure out a justification for why and how Luz could potentially power-up again that hopefully doesn't feel like an asspull, lol.
I'm also just, generally going to set some strict rules on how the various types of magic in the BI work and interact with each other, so we can avoid any confusion (and also because I'm a nerd about that sort of thing. And just, y'know, in general)
I do want to apologize in advance a bit if it seems like I'm disregarding canon a bit much, especially since I generally try to stick somewhat close to it, but you have to remember that, while this is an ending for canon Luz, Kverse Luz's journey is really just beginning; lest you think that her relatively short adventure with the Gravity Falls crew was indicative of her role in the Kryptonverse, I intend to have her be a mainstay of the magical side of the series, and I very much want her to be as badass as possible. So, I hope you'll forgive a bit AU-ness :P
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Finished the first 8 episodes of Stardurst Crusaders, I like journaling my thoughts as I watch so here they are:
The switch from BT to SC is really jarring. It feels like I'm watching an alternate universe a lot of the time. I think if I could rewrite one thing for the first two parts I'd get rid of hamon in favor of stands, stands are better as a magic system for me personally.
I'm really mixed on Joseph. I don't get why they changed the fun loving part of his personality, It would have contrasted well with the rest of the crew. I like his stand, he has used strings and ropes a lot of times before, it's versatile, suits him well. Also connects with Holly's stand.
I thought him being unbelievably racist was pretty funny. Seems in character tbh.
And uhh there were some situations where hamon could have easily fixed it, but we almost never see Joseph use it.
Jotaro is not... the most interesting character but he doesn't hamper my enjoyment of the show or anything. His solution to a problem is usually pretty simple, I actually kind of like that. (Because one issue i have with the first two parts is how contrived the fight scenes can get. What's more annoying is that the show thinks it's being clever. The fight scenes in CS are better written imo.)
Jotaro's personality meshes well with the rest of the cast.
I love Jotaro's (And Star Platinum's!) design. Something about it really clicks with me. It's the main reason why I like him. Jotaro's hat that blends into his hair, brightly colored shirt under his school uniform -which he has modified with chains and two colorful belts- all work great together. I also like what they did with his eye shape.
I don't know why I like Star Platinum so much though. His wild hair and the crown that puts his eyes in shadow is really cool.
Advol MY MAN. I think his design is my favourite outside of Jotaro's. He is definitely the knowledgable one of the group. The way he delivers expesitions never feels jarring to me. He hasn't done much outside of the early episodes, I'm hoping he gets to do some more stuff later. Also his stand is amazing. Ultra HD Blaziken.
Polnareff is ok. I like him. I like his fight with the doll stand thing. His stand is pretty cool, I like fencing. He is the funniest out of everyone in the cast so far. Most of the jokes with him landed for me. He is a bit arrogant but he also respects his opponents.
Kakyoin is probably my fave out of the main 5. I think my favourite scene so far is when Jotaro removes the flesh spider thingy from his brain. It's moreso a Jotaro scene, i mean, he puts his life on danger just to save a person who tried to kill him hours earlier. You can tell how bad Kakyoin feels about the whole situation, you can see him tearing up.
I also like the scene where the group tells Polnareff to offer Anne (the little girl) to stay with them without wounding her ego too much, since they know she doesn't have a penny on her. Polnareff of course calls her stinking poor and a freeloader. Everyone in the group is like "goddamit" while Kakyoin laughs in the background lol.
He definitely has something to hide, I can't really shake that feeling. Probably a tragic backstory but with the way ep 8 ended it might be something else.
Hermit Purple calling him a traitor probably has to do with the new stand user Dio sent (presumably). I still trust him. I don't think he was Dio's servant all this time.
Speaking of Anne, I like her actually. I was surprised too. I thought she was gonna be irrelevant like Poco (the kid from part 1). Her interactions with the main cast is really fun, it reveals a lot about them. She isn't annoying, I like having her around because she isn't on every scene. She shows up when she needs to.
I think it would be for the best if she stayed on Singapore, she probably will.
Some other things I wanna mention:
It think it would be cool if some of the stands had a lil bit of personality. Not like a separate conciousness or anything. Just some moments. It would give stands a fun lil dynamic with their users.
Some of the stand encounters are not really necessary tbh. They drag a bit too much.
These are just my first impressions :D. There is still a lot of episodes to go... 40 to be exact.
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fic excerpt - bright as the stars
here’s another excerpt from chapter one of my au, bright as the stars. ian’s an actor who hosts a space-themed kids show called Interstellar Ian
this scene shows svetlana’s role in this universe as ian’s hair stylist/makeup artist and establishes mickey’s existence in this universe. this is like, the end of a larger scene, but I don’t wanna give you guys too much. enjoy!
Svetlana seemed entirely unshocked when words bubbled out of the ginger’s mouth as if he couldn’t stop them, as if he couldn’t possibly stay quiet and let the lady do her job.
That’s something that came with spending your teenage years acting: you get used to always talking.
“How was your weekend?” Ian questioned. Lana thought about it before answering a question he didn’t actually ask,
“They hired a new boy to the set.” she said as if she were just remembering, “I was packing up my supplies on Friday and suddenly, this cigarette-smoking ukrainian man is walking around in blue suit much less glamorous than yours. He was rude. I didn’t like him.”
Ian furrowed his eyebrows. He was usually informed when they casted someone new, but it sounded like this guy wasn’t an actor anyways.
“Oh! It’s the new electrician.” The actor realized after a moment, “I heard a spotlight operator say that something wasn’t working right through last week. And they just finally decided to hire someone long-term for the job.”
Ian remembered how whenever there were technical difficulties on set, the tech crew worked to fix it and if they couldn’t, they called whatever number they could find on local advertisements. It was always a different person that came in, unfamiliar with the wires and lights and sets of the warehouse and always one step in the wrong direction away from knocking over thousands of dollars worth of equipment.
So, by the beginning of season eight, they finally worked out a contract with an on-call electrician that would be around to help with whatever issues arose.
And apparently, said electrician was a rude Ukranian with a nicotine addiction.
“He was handsome, though. Tattoos, dark hair…your type of boy, I’m sure.” Svetlana mused, “You are still sworn off men, yes?”
“That makes me sound like a loner or someone saving myself for marriage.” he groaned. “I’m just…not looking for anything right now, y’know? Especially not with anyone who works on this set. I can’t- and won’t, do that again. Ever.”
“It’s not much of a problem if the man isn’t your costar or boss.” Svetlana pointed out, “Fucking writer’s room boy didn’t have many consequences, no?”
“It’s still not a good idea.” Ian insisted, straightening up slightly when Lana tapped his shoulder. She was now adding some creamy makeup over his eyelids, glancing between the two in order to check if they were even, tapping away with brushes and the tips of her fingers.
“Plus, how do you know ‘my type’? I don’t think I’m crazy for rude electricians.”
Before Svetlana could even try to reply, he was rambling again.
“Men can’t get away with being broke, having a bad personality, and looking mediocre. If you check off all three boxes, you might as well give up on love, I think. Mean electrician checks off two out of three, and he’d have to be crazy hot to rebalance the scale.”
“And what boxes do you check off?” Lana asked, sounding amused now.
“None! I’m perfect!” Ian replied without missing a beat. He wasn’t truly that confident, but the mock-annoyed eye roll he earned from his makeup artist made his face light up.
Even though they had grown, independently and closer, over the course of five years, it felt like their dynamic had been more or less the same since season one. It was a playful thing, where Svetlana pretended not to care for him and expressed annoyance and Ian played into messing with her whenever he got the chance.
Maybe it was childish, but he loved it.
“Shut up and tilt your head back, orange boy.” she ordered, tugging on Ian’s hair gently. She somehow made the motion look rough, though.
Ian complied, smile clear across his face.
The freckles that had once been on his face then were long faded away, but he couldn’t help but compare that moment to one from his first days on that set, when Svetlana was brand new to this career and asking him if he looked okay every few seconds.
There was that same playfulness. That same smile. That building comfort they now had with each other.
Ian loved being Interstellar Ian, because it lead to things- to relationships, like this.
remember to follow me if you’re interested in this au so you know when i get around to posting the first couple chapters of this! feel free to reblog with thoughts and send any questions you have my way! thanks <3
#shameless#Shameless US#shameless fanfiction#shameless fic#ian gallagher#svetlana milkovich#mickey milkovich#gallavich#gallavich fic#gallavich au#Interstellar Ian AU#actor!ian gallagher#mickey is the electrician who works on his set#sneak peek!
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Im curious for the show in how theyll take inspiration from source material here. Like I think I will enjoy it knowing its not meant to be an exact adaption- though Im curious how they will handle Claudia with the actress being a grown person (or really all of them being aged up) Or Louis with his arcs of guilt and repression- when this time he starts owning a bunch of brothels and maybe has a past male lover? Im curious tho optimistic
I'm kind of confused bc this ask isn't a question? I can also only answer these to the best of my knowledge bc I'm not one of the show runners, I'm just some guy 😂
But if you are asking why I support the show and it's changes I'll say that I personally hated being a teenager and in this version Claudia will be 13. I think that is plenty young enough to feel stuck in one's body, which is Claudia's main issue. The show runners have said child labor laws were a reason they cast someone who was legally an adult but I think Durst was the only possible youngest Claudia. She was 12 and already an accomplished actress when she took the role, I read that Neil Jordan wanted a trained child actor since it's such a hard role for a kid to play an adult. The behind the scenes in my dvd copy Durnst even says at the time she didn't really understand what her character Claudia was going through, looking back as an adult made it make sense, so I'm guessing she probably had good stage direction for Jordan or other crew. So at the end of the day, I think to have someone reasonably play a character who is mentally an adult they needed to cast someone older. We haven't gotten a lot of images of Claudia but it looks like from the 2 we have she is still a "child".
I also kind of feel like comments that Bailey Bass is too old are rooted in racist stereotypes. Black girls get seen as "older" and "sexual" much sooner than white girls. Some of what I have seen ppl say about Bailey Bass has really disgusted me. I don't think you should be commenting on this girl's body parts, even if she is "legally an adult". She is still leagues younger than the ppl I see commenting on her body.
For the other characters I also prefer for them to be older. Lestat not having a fully formed prefrontal cortex might explain a lot of his bullshit but I also agree with others in saying that AR consistently saying the most attractive men alive are 21 (and later 20 and then 19) and her harping on how attractive Armand is (who looks 17) sounds more like a fetish than realistic. It's an old post by a friend, now @hedonisticgene but it was his old blog I think, said "Have you ever met the college kid who thinks he's a sex god? That's Lestat". So I do think making the characters older will make them seem attractive and charming and also have ppl not inquire too much about their lives be realistic.
As for the brothel it has the potential to be as morally repugnant as Louis having been a slave owner. I think fanon and late canon woobifies Louis so much that his general weak moral backbone is often ignored. Remember in the book IWTV Louis does not object to kill humans "bc it's wrong morally" but bc he thought it was an aesthetic experience he should work his way up to. He also describes his slaves in some awful ways, so I don't really think brothel owner is out of the question. And when it comes to Louis's repressed sexuality, well wouldn't it be the best cover, if you are gay and don't want others to know, to own a brothel. I am aware some ppl read Louis as bi while others (myself included) see him as gay. I also read IWTV as the interpretation that Louis's struggle to come to terms with vampirism is his struggle to come to terms with his sexuality. And Louis doesn't shy from telling us he went to whorehouses or that he maybe had feelings for Babette. What he shies away from is admitting his feelings for Lestat. So I think Louis being repressed has more to do with internalized homophobia than sex in general. So I feel like surrounding yourself with a whole bunch of hot women would be the best way to be "I'm totally straight! Look how straight I am!" 😂
I have my reservations about the show like any fan. These books (well the first three) mean so much to be I'll be devastated if this show sucks. But honestly for me it's not in these kind of small details, to me what matters is the character dynamic. That's what I love, and as long as this show scratches my brain the same way the books do I'll be happy.
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BIG TIME RUSH -> first + last season appearance
#happy 12th anniversary to this amazing legendary show!!! 🖤❤️#if btr ever does a reboot ugH i'd willingly sell my soul and a horde of goats for that bc it deserves so much more eps;;#it might work well too since the cast and crew all still seem to be on great terms (and i love them for that <3)#plus there's so much potential in post boyband era btr; as well as what happened to the rest of the gang...just me??#btr#big time rush#kendall knight#james diamond#logan mitchell#carlos garcia#show#nickelodeon#gifs#gifset#edit#mine#episodes#tvedit#kendall schmidt#james maslow#logan henderson#carlos penavega#big time eps#big time boys#stop it forever#i only counted the ones where the boys are all together hence this#NEWAY THIS TOOK INFERNO AND FOREVER TO EDIT I'M GONNA SLEEP TF OFF BEFORE IT FLOPS#also if anyone's done this gifset edit before then......ah barnacles :')#ps soz to point this out but blonde girl in the last gif didn't understand the assignment i'm????
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Reaching Out
my heart. Once again toh season 2 gives us another amazing episode! let's do this
the cold open was so short and it made me go oh. We're in for some Feelings aren't we
loved the detail of Luz having an electric bug powered phone charger. resourceful!
I thought it may be Camila's birthday but that seemed way too simple. Yeah
As usual, Luz projects and tries to keep her mind busy when something is wrong
And the fact she's trying to get the door working that same day... she wants to see her mom so bad
"that'll work great when birds try to fly away with me" KING OH NO
Surprised Hunter got a penstagram before Luz did. like she has her phone of course but it doesn't have penstagram
"are you good now?" ashjakdh Luz ily
speaking of which: Hunter's account I love him so much lmao he's learning to type a lil bit faster. that selfie is killing me
Eda can tell immediately something is wrong. so can most people really, Luz wears her heart on her sleeve even if she tries to hide it
the jacket awww
Luz looked so Tired this episode, which is understandable
lmao is that a signed copy of a book by Darius?? the eye roll??? and then he has it destroyed I NEED to know more about these two asap next ep better give me something
Mittens wants to kick some ass not join a coven, daaaad
it's cool we've been getting a glimpse of the characters' parents when they were younger! last week we got Willow's dads and next week we'll get more Eda
Odalia looking impressed, Raine and Eda being in love in the background and of course, Darius booing. I'm cackling
and so, the dad related talk hits Luz quite hard in this particular day... so here she comes to help break the rules
we also got a confirmation Eda knows the Blights, which I could've guessed but still
I loved the twins this episode they actually look dorky they're so cute and supportive
ED KEPT THE BAT FROM SEASON 1 good for him
Edric focus wasn't something I expected but boy am I glad we got it. Eda once again adopting children and teaching them the ways of wild magic
"Miss Eda" I love him
Eda can control the harpy transformation so well now! u go girl!!
addressing the B plot since we're at it, we didn't get that much new info since the warden didn't know much. the Day of Unity keeps getting more and more ominous
Belos trying to get rid of ALL magic is this what we're getting at? I can see it
the animation for the action this week! stellar as usual. Loved the fighting/getting ingredients montage
Amity understandably is a bit upset at Luz for how strange she's been acting and refusing to tell her what's wrong
*wins belt* "I already have one" *leaves*
glad that Amity started getting through to her dad this episode. He is quite distant and just like Odalia has been pretty bad and demanding towards her, but it seems he might start paying a bit more attention from now on, little by little
ok ok ok this whole conversation under the Grom fight Tree was so beautiful and heartfelt I absolutely loved every second. it was under the GROM FIGHT TREE Imma go cry
the way Luz tries to dismiss it as oh it happened a long time ago it's fine but it doesn't have to be. doesn't matter how long ago it was, it's ok to not be ok sweetie. the voice acting was so good too ugh
Harpy Eda is taller that's so cool
"I WANT A T-SHIRT TOO" same girl
between "my student/child" and "Edalyn's kid?" I love how we all agree Luz is Eda's daughter too
So the glyphs do what you want them to do, I was wondering how she gets them to go in a specific shape or direction that's cool. it's like they can listen to you
beautiful ending. I noticed the balloon Amity made kinda looks like the vase Camila put her flower in awww
Absolutely loved this one. The cast and crew are ON FIRE every single week I am grateful
#long post#toh#toh spoilers#toh s2#the owl house spoilers#he owl house#luz noceda#amity blight#edalyn clawthorne#eda the owl lady#king clawthorne#alador blight#edric blight#emira blight#camilla noceda#hunter toh#golden guard#vee toh
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