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The Legend of the Golden Crown
Part 1
(Historic, noble, royalty) Ewan Mitchell x reader
In a land far far away there lies a beautiful garden. An elderly woman and man are walking there between the sea of roses. In their worn out faces happiness can be seen. Their dresses made of the finest silk and themselves adorned by the finest jewels. King Ewan the good and Queen Y/N the just are they. They walk around stopping at a rose bed hearing the shushed voices of children.
“Tell me more.” One says. “Okay okay listen then!” Another answers and continues. “I heard this story this legend. The legend of the golden crown.” It want to continue but its cut in “Similar to thr one our grandmama has?” A small huff can be heard and the storytelling resumes “Not similar but the same one! Our grandmamas golden crown.” The elderly couple slowly approach the children staying quiet hearing them. “Our grandpapa gave her the crown to show her his undying love for her. He gifted it to her so she would become his queen. And she did. They say their love is legendary as the crown states.” The small voice is certain of its story. But is soon sligthly surprised by a booming voice cutting in. “Oh is it? And what else did this legend state?” Ewan says smirking at his grandchildren sitting on the picnic blanket. “Grandpapa! Grandmama!” Little voices shout running to their grandparents hugging them. “Oh my little doves” Y/N answers hugging and smooching the children. “Grandmama did grandpapa really gift you the crown?” One asks. “Oh wouldn’t you like to know?” Y/N laughs. “Shall we tell them? The legend?” She smirks at her husband while he lets out a small laugh. “Fine let us all sit down and me and grandmama shall tell you.” As the children and couple sit down on thr blanket enjoying the midday sun. Ewan thinks back to his reign. Strong and steady. Many ups and downs. Now as the retired king, with his son on the throne he is happy to enjoy the happiness of grandchildren and time with his fine. He looks at his wife and their grandchildren. “Did the legend also tell you, i fell for your grandmama the first moment i met her.” “Oh no Ewan!” The woman laughs back while the kids look bewildered. “What happened then?” One asks. “She fell for me. Literally. She stepped our of her carriage and slipped.” And the woman continues “And when i looked up strong arms had caught me and i could see a handsome young mans face. But lets start from the beginning.”
Many many years ago
A golden carriage arrived at the palace gates in it Y/N F/N. Her father has asked her to come here. She had grown up outside of it despite her father being a minister and close confidant. Her mother said noone should grow up in this golden cage. So sparkly on the outside but pressuring on the inside with no chance to leave. But here she was moving to the palace to possibly be a match for thr young crown prince Ewan. Known for a reserved persona she thiught him to be cocky and shyness as uptight attitude. She would never marry that man. Not that she wanted but she knew his mother would not consider her appropriate just a baroness daughter of a minister. But her father wanted her hear so here she is. The carriage door is opened to her and she slowly rises about to step out. Stepping on the ladder the sun and the shine of this golden palace. She starts stepping but feels herself slip in the awe of everthing. She embraces herself for the hit on the ground, however, that does not come.
Instead she feels strong hands holding her and a young handsome man looking at her with worried eyes. His hair dirty blond, eyes sea blue, jaw and face chiseled by the gods. “Are you okay miss?” He asks and helps her to land safely. “Yes sir, thank you.” “I am miss Y/N. Here for thr crown prince.” She says rhe last words with a stingy mouth. “Oh? For entertainment.” He asks back. “No to fight for his stupid hand or something.” He smirks. “Oh, so i shall mot tell my friend then?”
Her eyes widen. “Oh i am sorry for being rude. Mister?” “Robert. You can call me Robert.” He says extending his hand letting her shake it but when she starts to pull away he grasps it placing a small kiss to hers. “Have a good day miss. I hope to see you soon.” And thus he leaves. Leaving her a little flustered.
She gets on with the daily procedure. Meeting her father who fills her in on everything. How thr queen wants power so she wants to find a bride who obeys her for thr crown prince but both the groom and rhe king do not like that. So thus many noble ladies come here to see who can withstand the test of the queen. Later she is presented to his and her majesty. Albeit it can be seen the queen is not a fan she is polite to Y/N as Y/N tried to be ever the nobleself she despises.
And then she is taken to the bath. To prepare for the ball hosted in honor of the crown prince. The queen sent her a beautiful light blue gown whoch she naturally wear with her best jewels. She is presented at the ball and everyone is dancing the officials talkign to each other. Soon the announcer bangs his staff against the floow three times to announce thr arrival of a member of the royal house. “Since thr queen and king are here it must be the prince or one of thr princesses.” A girl besides Y/N says out loud. And thus the door openes. And the same tall blond blue eyed man who caught her before comes inside to Y/Ns horror. “Crown prince Ewan Robert Mitchell” the announcers says as everyone curtsies including Y/N who thinks to herself “I am so dead my head is gonna roll for that.”
To be continued…….
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Watching “free churro” for the first time and then “Neal Brennan 3 mics” on the same day was the worst idea I’ve ever had, I hate how much I can relate to this two, they both described what is like growing up with abusive parents in the way I’ve been doing it for years, with a few jokes in the middle so it doesn’t get too dark.
#bojack horseman#neal brennan#3 mics#idk man#i feel like crying#like they same everthing i feel and its awful#free churro#broked me
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Also can you make a post about what each cognitive function is (but dumbed down bc I've read a lot of explanations and I still don't understand) with some examples?
MBTI CHEAT SHEET #3
note: in the bullet list i’ll be talking about the HIGH users of the mentioned function.
and i’ll talk bout heathy and unhealthy traits in the same bullet list randomly without order so don’t be offended if there’s a trait bout your dominant function that ain’t as nice, it’ll probably be just an unhealthy trait of the function.
EXTROVERTED FUNCTIONS —
each extroverted function proceeds information faster than its introverted contra-part.
for example: Fe proceeds feelings faster than Fi. Fe might feel more emotions but Fi will feel more deeply.
Fe— extroverted feeling
Fe is an extroverted judging function.
dom-Fe —> ExFJ (high user)
aux-Fe —> IxFJ (high user)
tert-Fe —> ExTP (low user)
inf-Fe —> IxTP (low user)
Fe is concerned with other people’s feelings (contrary to Fi)
Fe can be dependent on other people cuz it does a lot for others and expects em to do the same.
Fe high users are usually rly socially aware
they are empathetic and can put themselves well in other peoples shoes (that can be used for good AND bad intentions; remember just bc someone might be emphatic does not mean they’re good people)
they tend to get jealous rly easily (bc Fe compares itself to others a lot
they tend towards passive aggressive behaviour instead of expressing their anger in an open manner
Fe-high users are aware of other people’s emotions but not their own
they often want you to feel a certain way (like if you’re upset they’ll try their best to make you happy again; or they can guilt trip you)
slight inference that you better agree
CAN be fake
Fe is warm, caring and rly helpful if heathy. dependant, manipulative and passive aggressive if unhealthy
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Te— extroverted thinking
Te is an extroverted judging function.
dom-Te —> ExTJ (high user)
aux-Te —> IxTJ (high user)
tert-Te —> ExFP (low user)
inf-Te —> IxFP (low user)
Te is concerned with structure and getting things done
values external evidence over pure logic
independent and often work alcoholics
socially aware but not of other peoples feelings
suppresses emotions cuz what would you gain from expressing it?
often intimating
if you have a problem they wouldn’t try to make you feel better but to fix your problem instead
very straightforward, direct, blunt even
Te-high-users are the least type to be manipulative
they hate being manipulated
highly objective
Te detests subjectivity
Te is objective, practical and structured if heathy. mean, angry and concerned with cutting thru if unhealthy.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Se— extroverted sensing
Se is an extroverted perceiving function.
dom-Se —> ESxP (high user)
aux-Se —> ISxP (high user)
tert-Se —> ENxJ (low user)
inf-Se —> INxJ (low user)
lives in the moment
wants to experience everything life has to offer
cant plan further into the future
physical approach
impulsive and spontaneous
relaxed and laid pack
hand-on learning
often like sports and material arts
reckless
get bored of pure theories
doing instead of thinking
Se is spontaneous, chill and fun if heathy. reckless, future-neglecting and impulsive if unhealthy.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Ne— extroverted intuition
Ne is an extroverted perceiving function.
dom-Ne —> ENxP (high user)
aux-Ne —> INxP (high user)
tert-Ne —> ESxJ (low user)
inf-Ne —> ISxJ (low user)
possibilities possibilities possibilities
broad ideas and abstract concepts (contrary to Ni’s deep ones)
what if thinking
expanding (contrary to Ni)
Ne-doms are often excited
inclined to rapid changes in mind
a lot of perspectives at once
Ne reads between the lines and too much into things
seek proof to back up their instinct (contrary to Ni)
thinks outside the box
loves new thinks
hates being/feeling trapped
strongly values freedom
open-minded!!
commitment-issues and burning bridges
scattered
likes to keep things open (contrary to Ni)
Ne is open-minded, creative, and full of new possibilities if heathy. scattered, commitment-phobic and tends towards burning bridges if unhealthy.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
INTROVERTED FUNCTIONS—
these are often not clearly visible cuz they do their work internal.
Si— introverted sensing
Si is an introverted perceiving function.
dom-Si —> ISxJ (high user)
aux-Si —> ESxJ (high user)
tert-Si —> INxP (low user)
inf-Si —> ENxP (low user)
comfortable with routine
doesn’t like change
hand-on learning
get bored of pure theories
detail-oriented
how did it always work?
understands things when they are done
down to earth
can be picky/ control freaks (istj more than isfj)
can be close-minded
Si is down to earth, detail oriented and in tune with reality if heathy. close-minded and picky control freaks if unhealthy.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Ti— introverted thinking
Ti is an introverted judging function.
dom-Ti —> IxTP (high user)
aux-Ti —> ExTP (high user)
tert-Ti —> IxFJ (low user)
inf-Ti —> ExFJ (low user)
detached, highly logical and analytical
values logic (and personal freedom) over everything
cant enjoy anything unless it makes sense to them (for example if a relationship is nice but it doesn’t make sense to them why the other person likes them they’ll break up)
quite and laid back (only IxTP)
have a hard time controlling their anger
not aware of their emotions nor other peoples emotions
if they feel emotions it’s often expressed thru anger
barley ever cry (they just can’t, it’s awful)
tend to run away from their pain thru fun
IxTPs aren’t rly socially aware due to inferior Fe, where ExTP are charming due to tertiary Fe.
it often seems as if they don’t care bout you (even if they do)
nihilistic
might not give a fuck cuz everthing is so meaningless
Ti can be analytical, logical and an affective ‘search machine’ for plot holes of any kind if healthy. detached, emotionally dead, isolated and nihilistic if unhealthy.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Fi- introverted feeling
Fi is an introverted judging function.
dom-Fi —> IxFP (high user)
aux-Fi —> ExFP (high user)
tert-Fi —> IxTJ (low user)
inf-Fi —> ExTJ (low user)
sensitive but private in their feelings
makes decisions based on personal values
how does this affects me?
cant verbalize emotions
needs time to proceeds feelings
not judgmental of others
very protective of identity
“i” talking
to focused on self (it’s my fault, i fuqed this up, i ruined everything)
CAN be selfish
extreme self loathing if unhealthy
feels rly deeply
Fi is sensitive, private, and almost immune to peer pressure if heathy. isolated, self-loathing and selfish if unhealthy.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Ni— introverted intuition
Ni is an introverted perceiving function.
dom-Ni —> INxJ (high user)
aux-Ni —> ENxJ (high user)
tert-Ni —> ISxP (low user)
inf-Ni —> ESxP (low user)
closest function to the subconscious
therefore does most of its work subconsciously
interested in abstract theories, ideas and concepts
always reads between the lines
always searches for a deeper meaning
detached from sensory reality
poor at interacting with the sensory environment
they just ‘know’ things and they can’t explain it
freakin accurate hunches and epiphanies (aha moments)
they NEED (not want to, they fuqin need to, or they’ll feel sick) to narrow things down to reach ONE CERTAIN outcome (contrary to Ne)
therefore predict things in an accurate way
can be extremely paranoid
imaginary monsters
often wrapped view of reality (for the infj more)
plans EVERYTHING
big picture
can be control freaks
Ni is highly abstract, creative and can predict future outcomes and great at making plans if heathy. extreme paranoia, wrapped version of realty and pointing at imaginary monsters if unhealthy.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
—ciyan
#i have 2 other requests#they’ll come-#mbti#entp#infj#istp#enfj#enfp#entj#esfj#esfp#estj#infp#intp#isfj#istj#intj#estp#isfp#theory#cheat sheet#3#mbti types#16 personalities#cognitive functions#carl jung#asks#reply
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Title: A Beautiful Mess - Chapter 3
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Summary: Beauty goes to Gorgeous room to check on him after his previous dissociative episode. It leads to unexpected confessions.
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Finding Gorgeous' room turned out to be not as complicated as Beauty had feared. Gorgeous had marked his room with a bright pink heart shape on a nearby floor plan, which had already been a habit of his back home.
Beauty made his way down the halls, occasionally catching a glimpse of some of the people he had seen previously... and a very large dog. Beauty resisted the urge of walking straight up to the group and asking if it would be alright if he could pet it. But there was always time for petting dogs at a later date. Gorgeous was more important.
He shook his head as he felt the all-too-familiar blush creep up his face.
"He doesn't need you being a simp for him right now", he reminded himself as he walked down the hall with more purpose.
Eventually, he found the room he was looking for. Its door had been spray-painted with the same bright pink colour that had been used as the maker on the floor plan. Well, this had to be it.
Beauty let out a soft sigh before gently knocking his knuckles on the door frame, unsure if this world's doors could handle it.
A moment passed before he heard an affirmative deep hum from inside.
"I hope I'm not cutting your beauty sleep short, sweetheart...", he whispered as he slowly pushed the door open, his eyes darting around to locate Gorgeous.
The room was small. A re-purposed storage room, perhaps. Most of the room's space was taken up by a large bed and the countless soft pillows and blankets on it.
Beauty chuckled as a well-toned arm reached out from under several blankets to flip him off.
"Are ya feeling a smidge better? I just... wanted pop in to let ya know that everything's settled. They know what they need to know now. Anything else... well, that's up to you, doc."
Beauty watched as Gorgeous slowly pulled his upper body free of his blanket hoard.
In moments like this, Beauty was reminded why had given the man the nickname "Gorgeous" in the first place. Gorgeous ran a hand through his messy curly hair, as he looked up to him, his bright green eye faintly glowing in the dark.
The warm light of the salt lamp in the corner made his jawline & cheekbones look so much softer than the bright light they were used to from the resistance hideouts.
When Gorgeous slowly waved his hand in front of himself, smirking, Beauty knew he had been caught staring once again.
"S-Sorry. You... really don't need this right now.", he said, already moving to get comfortable in the beanbag chair on the other side of the room.
"Bullshit. Get over here."
Hearing Gorgeous say that without any hesitation in his voice made Beauty freeze like a deer in headlights for longer than he'd like to admit.
"A-Alright, alright. Can't get enough of my charm, huh?", he managed out.
Gorgeous rolled his eyes at him.
"Boots off. Actually... everything off. Don't want that Combine garbage on my bed. Uh, there's ... a pair of shorts in that box to your right."
"M-My size?", Beauty asked in confusion, already in the process of opening said box.
Gorgeous propped up his head on one of his arms, letting out an affirmative hum once more as he watched Beauty get changed and eventually sit down on the bed beside him. He raised an eyebrow as he looked up at Beauty, but before he could say even one teasing word, Beauty's eyes locked with his.
They stayed like that for a while, until Beauty started playing with the fabric of one of the fluffiest pillows on the bed.
"I know you never said you minded me.... liking you, but if this is too close and too persona- HURGH~!"
Without a warning, Gorgeous had wrapped his arms around Beauty's midsection, effectively pulling himself on top of the man. Gorgeous quickly let go & sat up, getting comfortable on Beauty's thighs, his own knees resting on either side of the smaller man.
"Shut up. Just 'cause I'm ace doesn't mean I hate this. ... or hate you. You know that. A crush doesn't change jack shit between us."
Beauty was staring up at him, taken by surprise & still slightly short on breath. His pupils were blown wide, his usually carefully styled hair a mess.
Gorgeous reached down, gently pushing a loose strand of hair out of Beauty's face. A soft smile tugged on the side of his lips.
"You are the one person I can stand being stuck with in dumb places. We bicker and throw heavy shit at each other that would kill anyone else and we laugh about it afterwards. We crash through walls and annoy the fuck out of the Combine by launching each other at them. I... can't do that with anyone else."
"Yeah, maybe, but you shouldn't have to put up with me looking at you all the time like you're my everth-"
Beauty cut himself off, frowning as he turned his head to look away. He was starting to understand why Gorgeous always became so grumpy when he nudged the taller man to talk about his feelings.
"Hey."
He heard Gorgeous talk but stayed stubborn. Maybe he could will away the awkwardness and they could just fall asleep. He'd even sleep on the floor if it would make Gorgeous feel less weirded out-
"Hey, Beauty."
Why did Gorgeous have to use his nickname right now? Gorgeous knew that it would always make him look at him, regardless of what he was doing. Like a lovesick puppy, Beauty would follow him to the end of the world only to hear Gorgeous call him that once more. He was hopelessly in love.
Beauty felt Gorgeous gently nudging his chin to look back at him... and he didn't resist. There was no reason to.
Dark teal eyes once again stared into bright green ones.
They had done this song and dance for as long as Beauty could remember. Never quite sure where they stood with each other or even what to call what was going on between them.
Rivals? Frenemies? Best Friends? Partners? Dangerously-Close Co-workers at best?
The countless post-shift karaoke nights with cheap beer came back to mind. The hangover breakfasts. Falling asleep on the tram to work with his head resting on Gorgeous shoulder. Worrying about where he went when the Resonance Cascade happened. And waiting... for such a long time with the smallest glimmer of hope to see him again. Alive.
And he had almost lost him again. To whatever or whoever had eventually decided "hey, maybe you should actually be with him, you small gay mess of a man".
Beauty blinked away a tear, barely resisting the urge to hide his whole face from the man who was still sitting on him. Hiding his dumb gay yearning was useless at this point.
He sniffled as Gorgeous leaned down once more, practically now propping himself up on Beauty's chest and stomach.
When Gorgeous finally spoke up, his voice sounded ... unsure, awkward even. Like this was his first attempt at being careful with his words, knowing full well that even one wrong word could do so much damage.
"There's... something I figured out about myself. Since I've been here.", he said, resting his chin on his crossed arms on top of Beauty's chest.
"Being away from everyone at home helped. Made me able to face some bullshit you had tried to get out of my brain for years. So, let me say this once. To you. And don't forget-"
Beauty felt almost frozen as he watched Gorgeous reach up and run a hand through his hair, playing slightly with one of his longer grey streaks-
"... I'm grey-asexual. Got barely any motivation to bother with people in general, but when sex happens, it happens. Romantically... I don't know yet. But I know one thing for sure-"
He leaned up further, pressing a brief kiss to Beauty's neck, earning a sharp inhale from the man under him-
"I never regretted anything we did together, got it? Hell, without you, I wouldn't even know what I could stomach and whatnot."
He pulled back and moved slightly up, his nose almost touching Beauty's.
"I trust you. And I love you. Bitch."
A long pause.
And Beauty shoved Gorgeous off him, as they both shook in uncontrollable laughter.
"DON'T YOU QUOTE OLD VINES AT ME WHEN WE'RE BEING SERIOUS FOR ONCE, YOU ABSOLUTELY JACKASS!! OH MY GOD!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!!", Beauty exclaimed, still crackling as he grabbed a nearby pillow and hit Gorgeous in the face with it.
Gorgeous caught it with ease, mocking Beauty with a wide grin.
"You love me for it."
"I DO AND I HATE IT!! ... uh-"
The pillow was dropped instantly, as Beauty's face turned beet red at the accidental confession.
It didn't help that he found himself scooped up in Gorgeous arms almost immediately.
"Good. Because I meant it too. The "I love you" thing.", Gorgeous said, pressing a soft kiss against Beauty's temple.
Beauty hid his increasingly red face behind his hands.
"Aw geez, Gorgeous... you're breaking this old man."
The man in question smirked at that, resting his chin on top of Beauty's head.
"Funny you mention that. Turns out I have a thing for old men-"
"OH SHUT UP!"
"Make me."
Instantly, Beauty didn't care about his blush anymore. Nor his years of painfully awkward yearning.
"Alright, if that's what the doctor ordered~"
He leaned into the crook of Gorgeous' neck and got straight (ha, as if) to work on a hickey like his whole life depended on it. He felt the taller man's grip on him tighten, a hand wandering up to pull slightly on his hair.
Beauty eventually pulled back, admiring his work.... and how positively dishevelled Gorgeous looked laying among the pillows below him. Breathtaking. If he'd know an artist, he'd commission a painting of this view.
"L-Looking good?", Gorgeous asked, clearly more focused on the quality of the hickey than his whole appearance.
Beauty let out a soft chuckle at that and laid back down, wrapping his arms around the taller man's waist.
"Always."
#freemanverse#gordonverse#gorgeous freeman#beauty calhoun#fanfics#fanfic#That's all three parts of the fanfic done#summary: they are both a mess & are perfect for eachother#WARNING! It gets mildly spicy in this last chapter#Gorgeous gets a hickey#but that's it
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The Freedom of Expression Ep 9 - Housewives living in Yamagata prefecture referred to prosecutors for insulting Kawasaki Nozomi.
K: Hi, This is Dir en grey's Kaoru, getting started with another episode of The Freedom of Expression. Joe san,Tasai san, welcome.
J, T: Pleased to be here.
K: Ok, so today's theme, Joe?
J: Yes, lets take a look at this news. 'Insult to Kawasaki Nozomi. "She gives me the creeps". Housewives in Yamagata prefecture referred to prosecutors....
A 39 year old woman from Yamagata and a 45 year old female medical worker from Osaka are being referred to Tokyo area prosecutors by Harajuku police station. According to staff at Harajuku police station, the pair are suspected of exchanging insults like "She gives me the creeps" about Kawasaki on an online public parenting platform between the 8th and 9th of April. They both admit to the charge.'
Just from reading this, being referred to prosecutors for saying 'she gives me the creeps' is a bit..
T: Well, yeh, but if you look in more detail, over three years they actually wrote on this parenting forum stuff like, 'She should miscarry' or ' 'she's creepy', also 'she's insolent', 'lets set fire to her house', *1, quite extreme things.
J: So we don't actually know thier reason for writing this stuff do we?
T: They wanted to send a message to Kawasaki Nozomi's husband's blog, but they were blocked, or unable to do so for some reason, im not sure. This made them angry and they directed thier rage towards his wife.
J: They probably shouldn't target his wife, and getting that upset because they couldn't send a message..I don't really know.
K: Its not very clever, right?
J: Yeah, its really not.
T: Also, 'defamation', I havn't heard this in a while.
J: Yeh, well Kawasaki san probably felt some damage to her honour, and in reality, if they come near her house, its coming close to interference in her business. The police probably thought this kind of 'defamation' was grounds for referrering the case to prosecutors. Another possibility is that Kawasaki san hired a lawyer, who may have said they same thing....So, this happened on an online forum? I think we talked about this happening with someone else before, but how far can slandering be forgiven? I mean, in this case its being reffered to prosecutors, so, well, when does it become a crime? I think this is a really difficult point. This kind of thing hasn't been made clear in detail, but it may have similar requisites as harassment. But like, how far do you have to go for it to be sexual harassment?, how far to..???*2. This type of thing isn't specified in criminal law. I think this is a problem that will have different interpretations, that will change depending on the information. So, Kaoru, as an artist with your name and face in the public eye, you must get lots of supportive messages. But at the same time, you probably also get some not so supportive messages. How far can you tolerate those? Of course, even one nasty thing can hurt, but what what would you consider worth talking to the police about, for example?
K: Well, I havn't had anything as bad as this, but...???*3 seems creepy to me.
J, T: For sure
J: And in this case, Kawasaki san hasn't even done anything! She's just in the wrong place. Right from the start its like, 'Why me?!'
K: Yeh, cause she's pregnant isn't she?..with that..its scary isn't it?
J, T: It is.
T: So, Kawasaki san is a former AKB 48 member, and after she quit, she started up her own company and was quite successful, she's been categorized as a winner, there might be people who are jealous of her. But to this extent..?
K: Well, they wrote it thinking that they wouldn't be exposed, didn't they?
T: Do people get exposed?
K, J: They do.
J: But why would they intentionally write this on a public forum? Wouldn't you normally spout your jealousy at a bar or something, after a few drinks?
K: But this is the same as that.
J: They simply write it?
K: I think so.
J: Like a kind of public execution?
K: No, I don't think they are thinking that much about it.
T: I think people need to be more aware of how scary SNS can be.
K: People are writing stuff with no thought, so i also think its ok to ignore it really. Its a person writing wierd stuff off the cuff, its all over...I mean, recently.???? There are tonnes of people writing stuff without thinking. And then people see all these comments just like that...writing just like that, and seeing just like that. Strangely, you need to be able to ...???, and you need to be able to brush it off . You'll still always encounter SNS or online info, thats how I feel about it *4.
J: I see.
T: There have been sucides in Korea, famous people have committed suicide, because they got affected by what people wrote online. So it happens in other countries too.
K: Well, it does affect you, the first time you see it.
J: Well, yes. When I do radio I get called all kinds of names *the others laugh*, recently, ive gotten, '????', to one of my shows. And these people get carried away, right, so it just increases more. They just come out with insult after insult*5, like 'are you still at it?!' ...well, i think, at least they are listening, so im kind of thankful.
K: Yeah, yeah.
J: Like, im just always talking, it could be kinda annoying, so if theres someone out there listening, im grateful. *T laughing*
T: Doesn't it bother you, Joe?
J: Not usually, no. But sometimes they hit in a sensitive spot, right? *K, T laugh*
J: It shouldn't be a big deal ...but....right? Some people will even cry on the train home. Even though it hasn't been a big deal until now, some people will cry about it. Especially if im also having a tough time with work or personal life, it stings.
K: Well, you are only human.
J: Right.
Kami: It happens to me too.
J: Oh, Kami's here.
Kami: Yeah, that happens to me.
T: You're not bothered by that though are you?
J: Yeah, you're a god.
Kami: Well, they say im no big deal, unreliable, or useless or something like that, loads of things are said about me...'you cheater ' and such.
T: *laughs*
J: You cheater?
K: Cheater..? What did he do?
J: Yeah!
K: No, I havn't done anything! I havn't done anything. Maybe its because, they'll give thier shrine donation but I don't do anything in return.
J: Oh, that more like a case of money trasfer fraud in the end?
Kami: Well, yeah.
T: Are you doing well at your part time job Kami?
Kami: Yeah, im doing well.
J: Are you?
Kami: Yeah, I am, i am.
T: A pseudo account...
K: He's writing on one, right?
Kami: No, if stuff happens to my displeasure, I'll give out bad luck..as a fortune.
K: Did you say, 'I'll give out..' *laughs*
J: Kami, you're scary.
T: He is.
Kami: The people who insult me will go home with bad luck.
J: But there must be people all over the world saying stuff about you..
Kami: Yes, yes, yes.
J: It must be tough to search online for yourself?
Kami: Yes, that is tough.
J: Right?
K: He said once before that he searches for himself online, didn't he?
J: He did..I wonder how many hits you get per day with the god hashtag?
Kami: There are people saying this god is good, or that god is good, or there is only one god, or stuff like that. I don't even know which one they mean.
K: But aren't there many gods, but one in charge, right?
Kami: Who's in charge..im not sure.
*everyone laughs*
J: He doesn't even know?! Maybe you're a cheater because you're not even real?!
Kami: Some people say that about me.
J: Ok, prove to us now that you're real. At least, show us something that you've achieved. If not...if i mention it now, we've never seen you in person since the start, you just came down from the sky, and we just thought you were a god.
K: He just came all of a sudden, right?
J: Right! We've don't even have any proof that you're a god. We've had no choice but to believe you.
Kami: I'll refer it to prosecutors.
J: Eh? What do you mean?
T: Scary!
Kami: As defamation.
*laughing*
J: Oh, if we say stuff about you?
Kami: Yes, yes, its defamation. Bad luck for Joe.
J: Eh? Really? ...by the way, how for would you tolerate people badmouthing you, Kami?
Kami: Badmouthing?
J: Are there any insults where you think, 'This is really awful!'?
Kami: No, the things that are said about me are, im no big deal, that im unreliable, not in existence, or useless. That type of thing..'he's a cheater' and such.
J: I see.
T: Now that you mention it, thats sometimes said about Tokyo Sports too.
J: Yeahh
T: 'Go under'.
Kami: Yeh, its like Tokyo Sports.
J: Do people really say that to you? But you said before, right? Apart from the date, everthing is false. *everyone laughing*. Thats amazing, you can sell papers and make money like that? Is Tokyo Sports originally just like fake news?
T: Well, people all over the world like a good story don't they?
J: I see. Well, it excells in the field of sports newspapers. Tokyo Sports has tonnes of fans, doesn't it?
T: Yeah
K: Tokyo Sports is like, the different one.
J: Yes, its different.
T: Well, im grateful..
J: Really!
T: On the other hand, we aren't respected. The level of respect we get is really low. *the others laugh* But I want to keep eating, so I'll recommend it.
J: Ah, ok. Are you hiring..at Tokyo Sports?
T: No, not really.
J: You're not?
Kami: A normal newspaper puts articles out, right?
T: Yeah.
Kami: But Tokyo Sports is creative.
J: Ahh, yes. They are stories, right?
Kami: Very much like a god.
J: Tokyo Sports like a god?!
T: Will you come and work for us, Kami?..hourly rate 25% bonus.
J: Ohh, 1250yen!
K: What will you make him do?!
Kami: Hmm, hmmm.
T: He could start with cleaning the toilets.
Kami: A night shift would be more money. *laughs*
J: Kami, how about cleaning Tokyo Sports' toilets?
Kami: It would be an outrageous guy who makes a god clean the toilets.
J: No, that would be the real Toilet God*6.
K: ?!...You were aiming with that!
J: Err, yeh...kinda.
*everyone laughing*
K: It seemed on purpose
J: No, no, it just came to me. I thought it would be too good.
T: You sounded serious.
J:I've been exposed...I took a deep breath before I said it. My shoulders moved.
K: His face looks so camp now....Ok, well, lets finish up here. Err, everyone, please subscribe to this...show?
J: This channel.
K: Please subscribe to this channel..See you next time.
*1 Im not massively good at Japanese slurs.
*2,3 Couldn't catch these bits.
*4 He spoke so fast it all kind blurred onto one, difficult to understand.
*5 He's running off a list of slurs which his listener sent to him. Im not advanced enough in Japanese slurring to grasp each individual one.
*6 There is a toilet god in Japanese folklore, have a google :)
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Review/Reaction for "Let's Get Dangerous!"
Sorry for posting this a bit late i tried to post these a day before the new episode but this being an hour long episode and i got a really busy week it took its time to write but know its here so enjoy!
This post is gonna be long, longer than my usual posts, not only because it’s a 1 hour special but im gonna be fangirling real hard even though i haven’t watched OG Darkwing Duck so take this as a biased or unbiased review, but still this episode was amazing, everthing was so on point the story, characters, animation, music, action, comedy, etc., everything was great so Let’s Do This!! And LET’S GET DANGEROUS!!!!
Spoilers!! Read at your own Risk!!
Love that intro of Launchpad narrating their entrance to St. Canard, Dewey and LP accidentally revealing Darkwing's identity to Huey and Louie and Scrooge forgetting to turn off the laptop on his video call with Bradford and Darkwing failing to glide like Batman everything was great and then we get the titlecard no theme song oh it was perfect.
I like Taurus Bulba's introduction like we already know he is a villain but i like that he is this friendly and knowledgeable to Scrooge and the kids which can be seen as kind or a bit stalkerish once they reveal his true intentions.
I love Darkwing's hideout, all the gadgets, the super computer every little detail i love it,and that Fenton helped him and that Drake is oblivious to Gizmoduck real identity is just funny.
I love W.A.N.D.A. her sarcastic tone and i especially love that she is voice by Jameela Jamil who also voices Gandra Dee, but i like that she kept her accent.
Of course there is no crime in St. Canard they got the best mayor, and im glad that Owlson finally got a job where she is respected.
Ooh Huey is getting is suspicious of the RAMROD and of Bulba and ew Haggis sounds kinda nasty not gonna lie.
No crime kind of an awkward situation but at least Darkwing had the decency to finish the job for them. Ooh we get to see Gosalyn damn she can hold her own, oh my gosh i think we all have the same thought that the first triplet to be arrested would be Louie, and of course Scrooge doesn't remember Darkwing at all. Interesting Bulba is on DW side but not for long. Damn Huey that hat is like Mary Poppins bag.
They made a set for Dewey Dew Night, these pics of DW and i need that cookbook in real life.
And Gosalyn i love her design, personality everything and Stephanie Beatriz did an amazing job voicing her she had big shoes to fill and in my haven't watched OG Darkwing Duck opinion i think she is a worthy sucessor and a big plus that she is Latina and i love the reference to her original design
And honestly i thought that Dewey was gonna be the last of the kids that she would form a friendship with, so i was genuinely surprised when they teamed up and i loved that they related with the whole mystery of a missing family member a nice callback to the 1st season, and i love that Dewey is trying to make a catchphrase for her.
Of course DW is gonna help her but i do like that Launchpad is the one who encourages him to help Gosalyn, nice shot of all them driving DW motorcycle but where is Dewey in the motorcycle WHERE??? Huey knows he knows Bulba and tell a parent or caretaker how to educate their children, Did Darkwing just dislocated his jaw ouch! and nice hiding spots guys, that’s a really big and heavy book.
Taurus what a good liar and yeah some nice teamwork from Dewey and Gos!!! And that’s a lot of papers and plans for one machine oooh this episodes ties up with the whole missing mysteries plot wasn’t expecting that and wait so that means any Disney Media is an alternate dimension/universe so maybe DT17 is a universe where Mickey Mouse doesn’t exist ok crazy theory aside i like the explanation they have for the RAMROD and the whole dimensional stuff.
Caught in a lie Taurus Bulba!! What a jerk he just hit a child what is wrong with you (well he is a villain so why am i surprised). Good Guy Launchpad helping as always. Some more good teamwork with DW and Gos! Oh my the Fearsome are Fearsome indeed and what an entrance!
So like i have said many times i haven’t seen OG Darkwing Duck so i have no reference to compare or critique but as their own version i really liked it their design. personality and etc., everything was good with these 4.
Come on DW you already breaking down and you haven’t even fought anyone. Aw Fenton/Gizmoduck has his own kind of Iron Man Hud and geez so rude DW. Hey Bonkers another Disney Afternoon show i haven’t seen (im gonna get my Disney Fan Club Card revoked after this post). And aw Launchpad is making another Adventuring Family and Oh my Ducks!! LP is the uncle he has a lot to live up to.
Oh so he is a part of FOWL i was kinda suprised not gonna lie, oh Bulba gone rough and kinda crazy, and the kids with Bradford what an odd team up and of course Louie can pick locks,The chase scene with the Quackerbot and Liquidator and DW and Co. was great, was that a Sonic reference? and that scene with Bushroot was suspenseful and creepy as heck! That saxophone solo was hilarious. Duck boys getting suspicious especially Huey.
Did LP broke the 4th wall?!?! Aw what a funny and wholesome moment with Gos and LP.
Aw is DW is doing the best he can for Gos, aw what a sweet tender moment im not crying your crying LP is crying. LP made pancakes what an uncle and ouch DW can take a beating.
What a reference to OG Ducktales this was really unexpected and hilarious!! And i really like Dewey’s sarcastic tone at Bradford. Holy cow the boys know about FOWL and they are in ther classic design Oh bother!
What a plan LP kind of dumb but it worked. And what a nice message of LP about what it means to be a hero wise words my dudes. And what a fight it was amazing great references, action-packed, clever and funny it was beautiful. Oh those references to OG Ducktales good stuff.
Aw poor Gosalyn having to make the ultimate decision the animation, music and voice acting were great and you really feel for her and i gotta be honest i cried in this scene.
Oh snap!! Scrooge knows about FOWL now!! The tables have turned for this season!
And aw they formed a nice found family and Launchpad is an honorary member of team uncle!
Amazing episode everything was so good this is the perfect pilot for a Darkwing Duck Reboot, Disney if you don’t do it you’re crazy.
This episode was greatly balanced i liked that it wasn’t all Darkwing Duck but it also followed Scrooge and the boys and it all perfectly meshed together with the whole FOWL plot line which i wasn’t expecting at all but it was an awesome surprise and i honestly don’t know what to expect for future episodes or the season finale.
Overall a perfectly made episode funny, clever, action-packed, great character interactions and great introduction to Darkwing Duck universe for peeps who haven't seen the OG like me and others.
I give this episode 5 out of 5 ducks.
🦆🦆🦆🦆🦆
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Thoughts on QoN
I started reading The Queen of Nothing on 19 November, 2019, and finished it about fifteen minutes ago on 23 November, 2019. Much as I did with The Wicked King, here are my thoughts while reading.
Spoilers, of course, are under the cut
- Oak is EIGHT??? I’ve been writing him like a three year old this whole time lol whoops sorry Oak
- Idk how to feel about this whole Vivi/Heather thing it smells like manipulation to me
- Lmao Jude’s a freelancer gotta love it
- I have now named my Goblin Brain Grima Mog how dope is that name fr
- Jude is an adrenaline addict and that’s a fact
- “It feels good to be fighting someone other than myself” SWEETIE CARDAN LOVES YOU
- Oooooooh I like Grima Mog I have a feeling she and Jude are going to cross paths again, maybe in Faeire
- (Also not surprised by Grima’s prediction of Cardan being dethroned soon that boy hates his job more than retail workers during the holidays)
- Oh look, three books in and Jude is finally admitting her feelings for Cardan
- I love the juxtaposition between Taryn in her pretty dress and Jude literally being two steps from death and not seeming to care lol
- Hmmmm okay I want to believe that Taryn killed Locke but couldn’t this just be a way to get Jude back into Faerie??? Idk why they would want that but I don’t trust Taryn
- (Also I hope Locke is dead it would be Taryn’s one redeeming quality)
- ooooooohhhhhh shit Taryn’s PREGNANT AASHHSJSDKJDKSSKLDSJDJSJ HAHAHHAHAH this is too good oh no
- There’s literally zero chance of this plan of Jude pretending to be Taryn is going to go well. Or even close to well
- “Squeeze hug” awww that’s gonna be in a fic I promise
- This feels like The Parent Trap
- I’m sweating
- ITS CAAAAAAARDAAAAAAAN
- Oh and his tail is out wow good for him
- Fuck a duck I love his tail
- And gold eyeliner, stellar cosmetic choice if I may say so
- Yep I knew it see here she goes off to his chambers he’s gonna find out eeeeekkkkk
- He knowsssssss he been knew of COURSE he been knew how could I be so stupid to think he didn’t know it was Jude this whole time I’m a clown and a fool
- Wow I’m kind of soft right now I love my babies and they clearly love each other but they’re being so ANGSTY AAAAAA
- “Wisdom is for the meek” uhh??? Madoc what are you talking about bud
- Ahhhh see now Jude is getting protective over her throne and crown, she’s blooming into a Queen....good shit for sure
- Also Jude better be the spy she was born to be now that she’s in Madoc’s camp and he thinks she’s Taryn
- Oh, she’s going foraging in the woods? By herself? Yeah, this is gonna go great, Oriana, really
- Yeah def can’t trust Grimsen although I love how Holly Black describes his work and how they’re beautiful but also deadly and cursed
- I’d like to hear more about how he tried to kill Cardan with that ruby earring and failed lol
- tHE GHOST??? What the hell is he doing here???? Am I the only one who just thought homeboy was dead?? Yikes lol
- Ugh Locke was such a Man good thing he’s rotting now
- “You’re scheming” “I’m always scheming” yeah ain’t that the truth bby
- uh oh MOMMY KNOWS heheheheheh
- Well no wonder Cardan turned out like this look at how he was raised, poor boy
- I mean, to be fair, look at Jude while you’re at it
- Oh hey it’s the Roach
- OH HEY ITS CARDAN
- Awwww Vivi went to Cardan because she thought Jude was in trouble and not only did he go to the Roach to go get Jude but he came too !! wow for people who can’t stand each other they make quite the gang
- I love how inconvenienced Cardan seems by Locke’s death but not actually sad lol what a mood
- Breaking into Grimsen’s forge does NOT sound like a good idea no sir
- Ugh king and queen wow
- I cannot WAIT for Madoc to realize the Jude is the High Queen I cannot
- AYYYY MY GIRL GRIMA MOG what did I tell y’all, hmmm?
- Wow Madoc really just stabbed Jude like that and is going to leave her ??? the disrespect
- Ohh my god oh wow her blood is making flowers grow she’s a QUEEN wow look at that, you go bby
- Ah fuck Jude, you got set up by the bumb ass father you have
- ABAHAHAHAHHHAH this isn’t funny but Jude falling from the rafters onto the banquet table is on par with the beauty of Kaz and Wylan falling through the ceiling onto Van Eck’s dining room table heheheh
- @hollyblack can I breathe??? Shit girl
- Cardan said THATS MY WIFE
- Wow Cardan washing Jude’s hands herself??? This boy is in loooove
- Oak and Jude’s maid playing Uno ????? Iconic
- “You’re generally terrifying” oh same Cardan
- So Jude really could have pardoned herself this whole time!!!!!! Come ON sis how didn’t you pick up on that WE picked up on it (don’t worry tho we know you’ve been stressed it’s okay you’re here now)
- And Cardan really expected her to pardon herself I have no words for this boy
- Jude and Cardan’s relationship is so strange but at least it’s healthy now, you know?
- Look at Cardan being vulnerable and Jude not being mean to him for it
- He’s being KIIIIIND WHAATTT
- “This is my room, and that’s my wife” AAHAHAHHAHH
- Cardan touches her hair oh my gooooooood i’m dying send help
- Can y’all tell I’ve been deprived lol
- Hahahahah Jude trashed Lady Asha, as she should
- So I think I like QoN Cardan the most, although I did find Cardan in the first two books terribly entertaining to read about (Srry Jude)
- So Taryn seems to be behaving better than she did in the first two books, kind of being a badass, knowing the Ghost’s true name and all
Cardan likes hearing about slushy machines are you kiDDING ME????
- “Our marriage is an alliance” okay but you sleeping in his shirts isn’t, now, is it? Or how about him petting your hair? Or you thinking he looks cute in gold eyeliner?? lol Jude get real
- Aw I like this Fand/Jude freindship us girls gotta look out for each other
- Grima Mog more like Grima MOM lol
- “Big horns, little dude” LMAO HEATHER STOPP
- I’m enjoying Heather, I have to say
- Finally they kiss it only took TWO HUNDRED PAGES
- oh guys they really like each other im soft
- Casual hand holding? yes
- I can’t believe these are the same idiots who were trying to drown each other in the first book
- look they’re trying to be vulnerable and without armor I’m gonna cry
- I feel quite uneasy about this Queen Suren girl who’s parents have her leashed somehow
- Oh wow fuck Grimsen am I right
- Oh SHIT Cardan really broke the crown like it didn’t mean shit to him...the development...the wisdom
- Cardan really said I want my WIFE and my PEOPLE
- Oh wait fuck fuck fuck oh no stop wait
- Lmao Jude collapsing on the floor is literally me whenever I have to be in charge
- Okay there’s gotta be a way out of this, I didn’t mean it literally when I said Cardan was a snake
- Hey, Jude’s like, smart as shit, no?
- Hahahaha she basically said “Cardan is like, 90% of my impulse control”
- I love how Taryn is hyping Jude up throughout this while shitshow, I love how the two of them have developed past their book one probems
- The Bomb teasing Jude about the dust on her skirts made my day
- Look at Jude really having healthy realtionships with the women around her, I’m so proud of my little murder gir
- Nicassia better come in clutch here, I don’t trust Jarel or Nore not one bit
- Uhhh that story Heather told about the snake that wanted to marry the princess made me howl with laughter and I don’t think it was supposed to
- Vivi got Cardan a snowglobe that says “Congratulations on your promotion” for his coronation gift and he kept did DID EVERYONE HEAR ME I SAID VIVI-
- Oh damn Kaye alright no need for all that
- Ohhhh I had totally forgot about the dress in book one that Jude ordered but received a different one instead... Cardan sent it?? wild
- Okay I hope Jude knows what she’s doing but when has she ever not
- The UNDERSEA HEEEEEELLL YEAH
- Oh look and Cardan!!!!!!! Yeah Jude knew what she was doing that’s my girl
- Awwww look at that hug wow the development these two have been through is unreal I’ll keep saying it
- “I knew little else, but I always knew you” KILL ME
- Oh wow mortals and mingling more with the folk this is good
- Robert of Jersey lmaoooo
- So the Ghost and Taryn ??? Kind of funny but I’m kind of here for it
- I’m literally so close to tears and I’m not kidding they’re having a fucking WEDDING CELEBRATION in the MORTAL WORLD with a banner that says “Congrats Newlyweds” yeah I’m crying now thanks a lot Holly
- Cardan adjusts his paper crown in the microwave reflection so it’s skewed......I don’t think I can react any more I really afjsflsdk
-Wow that was better than anything I could have imagined, hoped for, dreamed of
- The character development, the plot, the resolution, EVERTHING was astounding I’m blown away
This was long as shit If you made it this far, I appreciate you lol. Now go read all three Folk of the Air books again. Go now
#the cruel prince#the wicked king#the queen of nothing#jude duarte#cardan greenbriar#jude x cardan#jurdan#holly black
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149 days & The Grieving Stage
Steve harrington x hopper!reader
Summary: things hurt but luckily you have people to help.
Song choice: Ease my mind by Ben platt
Warning: swearing/ angst
I also kinda wanted to make this a part of "unseen things" but I'm obviously probably not gonna work on that cause it sucked but enjoy this anyways
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You and El both tumbled out of the car as quickly as you could and raced to your friends.
You where especially excited to see Steve again. He wrapped you in a hug and supn you around. "Hey dingus, don't hog her!" you grinned pulling away to met robin. "You've been keeping an eye on him?" you mumbled into her hair, you could feel her chuckle as he pulled you away holding you out at arms reach.
"There isn't really much to keep an eye on...you know he's crazy about you, plus he's awful at the flirting thing." You both laughed and could feel Steve come up beside you taking you from her grasp.
"Be careful steve, she's miss steal your girl." you joked leaning into him. He simply rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around you.
"Watch where you put your hands on my daughter, Harrington!" you both turned and spotted hopper pull up in his car.
"Holy shit..." you breathed you freed yourself from Steve's hold and watched el run towards him. Tears welled in your eyes as you watched them hug.
And from the back of your head you instantly remembered everything you where trying so hard to forget About that night. The overall fear and pain from that night, waiting in the ambulance with El and steve, waiting and hoping that by any sort of mirical it would be over and hopper and Joyce would make there way back to so everything would be normal.
But instead you got Joyce who gave you and your sister both a look from over wills shoulder that took all that hope and crushed it.
And now here he was. That stupid patterned shirt he insisted on calling "cutting edge", a huge smile, one you had to admit you hadn't seen in a while. And all you could do was stand there and stare at him. El pulled away looking back at you with the same excited grin and moved away a little making room for you.
And within an instatant you went racing towards him collapsing in his arms, so much so he stumbled a bit upon catching you in his arms before falling to your knees. You instantly felt your self sob into his shoulder murrmering things that you didn't even understand. You chocked out more tears as his hold on you tightened a little, finding hard to keep any sort of breath do your wheezing.
"Kid, kid, it's ok, everything is fine, deep breaths." You pulled your head from his shoulder and looked at him. He cupped your face in his hand rubing away tears with his thumb. "I...I...though...thought...thought You where...where..." you couldn't even mutter out the last sours before you coughed out another cry. He only nodded in response giving you a sympathetic look.
"I know...it's ok...it's all over now..." you wrapped your arms around him again. "Its all over...you can live life again." You nodded into his shoulder blinking away tears until you finally shut your eyes and relaxing in his hold.
You blinked your eyes again suddenly feeling the loss of warmth around you, you opened your eyes full taking in everthing around you and sighing lightly.
The moonlight filled your new room do to not owning any curtains yet. Or maybe Joyce had some and they hadn't been unpacked yet. Your bed was pushed up against one of the wall's with a small night stand that held a few things, a dresser was pushed against the opposite wall, really it wasn't much yet. You stared at the ceiling taking note of the glow in the dark stars the previous owner of the room had left.
Do to the moon light they wheren't doing much, but they still kept your mind off of what had just happened. Until finally they didn't and you broke.
You let a real sob wrack through your body and tears spill as you did your hardest to bite your lip and keep quiet making sure not to wake the other four members in the house.
You brought your fists to your eyes and held them there until explostions of color where the only thing you saw behind your eye lids, you could feel the mattress beneath you along with your cheeks and chin become soked as tears scilently continued to fall.
After what had felt like hours of tossing and turning in bed, crying off and on again. You finally sat up on the edge taking one of the two blankets on your bed and wrapping yourself up in it before crossing the room to the dresser.
Your eyes hurt and your feet where now cold from the wooden floor under you. You grabbed the phone from onto of it ignoring the picture frame you had purposefully facing down and sat in the little book in your window, you cracked it open inorder to obtain fresh air and started dialing the number.
You sat there for a few moments letting it ring, and ring, and ring, you stared out the window into the moonlit backyard.
Joyce told you when you moved in that maybe the three of you girls could go to the local garden center and pick out a few plants and stuff to start a garden back there.
You where suddenly yanked from the thought as a clearly exhausted voice filled your ear. "Hello?"
You took a shaky breath and turned from the window to look down at the phone cord. "Hey Harrington..." you finally breathed.
"Y/n? Are you ok? What happened?" you could hear the sleep in his voice vanish with every question along with the shuffle of bedsheets. "I..." you stopped to clear your throat. "I'm just holding you to that promise you made before we left...it's not to late is it?"
Before you moved steve made the promise that no matter the time, the issue, the want he would answer the phone and be there for you.
That was the same day you missed your chance to tell him you loved him. And that you had since God knows when. Instead you cried barrelly able to get a "I'll miss you." out.
You reached over to your night stand and grabbed the alarm clock to check the time in the light. 1:40.
You mentally cursed yourself as you set it back down and leaned back. "No not at all what's up?"
"Just...just a nightmare..." You combed a finger through your hair and sighed. "I'm sorry...was it about-"
"No it..it was different this time..."
He humme. "Care to talk about it?"
"I..it's late I just wanted a little comfo-"
"No, no, hey I'm up now so you have to tell me." you chuckled and took a breath.
"Y/n?" you licked your lips before answering. "I saw...him..."
"Who?"
"My...my dad." you croaked looking back out the window.
"Shit...y/n I'm so sorry...I..." he trailed off attempting to find the words to comfort you. You only laughed when you realised it. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing...nothing. Just you always where just the worst at these kinda things."
He gasped a little and you could only imagine him placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Wow no matter how far away you still manage to hurt me y/n." You laughed again.
"It's times like these I wonder-"
"Why the hell I'm your friend?" you asked do ishing his scentence.
"Yea." he replied. Steve sat at the edge of his bed, phone tucked between his shoulder and ear all the while he held a photo he stole from your photo album.
His heart swelled a little just looking at it. You where happy, happier than you have been lately. And he looked at you in that picture with the same goofy grin he was wearing now.
"Steve?" he jumped at the voice instantly putting the photo down. "Did you fall asleep over there?"
He lied back down. "No...not at all...I wouldn't dream of it."
You smiled softly. "How are the kids?...and robin?.." you asked.
"The little shit's are fine...they miss the three of you a hell of a lot, speaking of which you should be gettinging something in the mail soon."
"Oh?"
"Yea...you've been gone a month and we decided to wip something up for you guys."
"What is it? You asked curiously."
"Can't say...don't wanna spoil the surprise."
"Right I forgot Mr. Steve "the surprise king" Harrington."
He rolled his eyes but mustered a smile. "Whatever."
There was a beat of scilents Before you spoke again. "I miss you Steve..."
"Hey, I miss you too....but you'll be here for Christmas soon enough."
"Steve that's so long..."
"No...149 days to be exact...it'll fly by and before you know it you'll be back in Hawkins."
"You've been counting?"
"Of course I have." you hummed and again went quiet for a moment.
"Listen there's something...something I've been meaning to tell you.."
"Oh yea?" you opened your mouth but the words refused to come out.
How difficult was it to just say it? Why no matter what the words never fully formed on your tounge. You sighed. "You know what never mind...it can wait.."
"How long?" he asked clearly anxious. "149 days to be exact...it's better if i tell you then."
"Oh c'mon at least give me a hint?" You shook your head with a smile. "No...I wouldn't wanna spoil the surprise." you joked. He laughed making your heart jump." just swear to not find someone to replace me within that time frame."
"I swear. No one would even come close to you." You smiled softly. "Uh listen thanks for taking my mind off of things....you should probably get some sleep....I promise to call in the morning if anything happens."
"Just call no matter what."
"Ok...goodnight shit head."
"Night loser."
You hung up the phone and sat there for a while. Letting things pan over in your head.
Your mind was finally off of your dad for a little bit. And you though about how you said you would tell him at Christmas and wondered of you even meant that, you wondered if he really meant the last thing he said about not finding anyone else.
"Knock knock..." you looked over to your door and found Joyce peeking in.
"Hey...what are you doing up?" you asked turning so your feet touched the cold floor.
"I could ask you the same...another nightmare?"
"Yea...something like that.." she let her self in shutting the door and leaned against the dresser. "How do you not...not have nightmares?...I mean you where right there..."
"Well I never said I didn't..." She said picking up the picture frame and looking at it.
"How do you keep it together then?"
She glanced at you but kept her eyes on the picture for a moment. "Someone's gotta be strong for You kids..." she took the picture and made her way over to you sitting down.
"You don't have to be all the time."
She nodded. "I know...but life had been so rough on you guys already...it helps." You leaned your head on her shoulder and looked at the picture frame in her hands.
"I don't remember these." she said looking at it with you. In the frame was a photo of you do and your dad, tucked outside of it was a picture of you Steve and robin.
You smiled pointing to the one of you and hopper. "The night me and el went to the snow ball...I told him it was an important night for all of us and we had to remember it. He fought me on it but eventually gave in."
She smiled.
"What about this?"
"That was the day we moved...johnathan wanted to make sure I had something good to remember them both by...I miss them all so..so much..." you mumbled.
"I know..."
"Will it ever...not hurt?" you asked sniffiling.
"No...not Right away...just give it a little time..." she placed the picture frame on the bed stand.
"I think you should get some sleep...sleep in extra long if you need."
She kissed your forhead before you got up and walked over to your bed. "Y/n..." you and Joyce both looked up and saw El come in with puffy red eyes that matched your own. You opened your blankets and she quickly made her way over and fell into bed next to you.
"Hey it's ok...it was just a dream..." you kissed her head and Joyce quietly left the room letting you two get some sleep.
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Mhm... This post was meant to be much shorter, honestly. Not to mention it got super personal, which was not my intention. It actually made me a bit teary-eyed and I’m usually an emotional constipated dumbass.
Am I ready for the potential backlash this is going to cause? Eh, probably not. Am I going to engage in the discourse this can cause? Ah, you wished. I have more to waste my energy on. I didn’t write this post to argument with anyone, anyway.
Gonna risk it, still.
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Isn’t it kind of ironic that it was witchcraft that made me fully return to Catholicism?
I mean, I kind of never left, hence the ‘’fully’’ in that sentence. But now I really know who I am. Although I don’t think Catholicism is the most accurate label (Christo-pagan, perhaps?) it’s the one I grew up with, and the one that comes more naturally to me.
Studying the beginning of it all, the commentaries of Pagans and Jewish writers at the time are just so fascinating and honestly beautiful.
Then everybody started chasing and killing each order, and it sure wasn’t fascinating anymore.... ‘’Stop being murderous revenge-driven assholes’’ I angrily mutter into my book, while frying my brains for High Middle Ages exams.
And then it split into Catholicism and Arianism (not that Arianism! The no-holy-trinity-on-my-watch one), and that was a totally different can of worms. Then Rome got pissy and the Orthodox Church officially became a thing that existed.
Man, why is religion so messy?
Faith is such a strange thing. So much power, so much potential for good and evil and everything in between. I started losing mine some years ago.
Contrary to some horror stories you may hear, especially from people who are now no longer Christian, I was raised in a pretty open environment.
‘’Don’t be mean, have faith, give second chances... Here are the commandments. They’re perfectly acceptable, see?’’
‘’Yes, there are different religions, but you should always respect them and the people that believe in them. Remember, Jesus was Jewish. Here’s some historical context... ‘’
‘’What the hell kid, nobody here is going to hell. Also, you’re five, there are no children in hell. No, the cops also won’t... Lord give me patience... Are you sorry? Did you apologize? Are you going to try to not repeat it? Great! Then it’s all fine and dandy!’’
‘‘Man, we are definitely all going to hell... At least since we’re all gonna be there, we could form a basketball team. The devil can be the referee. He will be an awful one, but hey, we’re in hell’‘
‘’I know the bible says the earth was created in seven days, but when that story was written, people didn’t know dinosaurs were a thing. Science is cool, and we are not in the middle ages. ‘’
‘’Blind faith is dangerous, kid.’’
‘’Thinking thoughts and acting upon them are two very different things.’’
‘’Yes, the second mom in that Solomon story was willing to see another kid die for the sake of an argument... sometimes people are that bad.’’
‘’God is perfect. People aren’t. That’s the world we live in and it’s okay.’’
‘’There are people who do terrible things in name of religion or say they’re doing it because the bible says so. Don’t believe them. There’s no excuse for murder and abuse.’’
‘’Yeah, Portugal is very enthusiastic when it comes to Catholicism... ’’
Pretty good summary of religion in my childhood.
Still, I found my faith waning. I didn’t really know why and I’m still a bit iffy talking about that.
‘’What did witchcraft do, then?’’
Well for once, it reinforced my ideas on how faith worked, and how strangely powerful it can be. Being skeptical is healthy but completely closing yourself off because something isn’t completely clear is too radical and you're just doing the equivalent of closing your eyes to the less brighter lights.
My god, I can hear the hardcore atheists coming...
Can I remind you there are more things in life that will not provide the proof you want, but that won’t mean they aren’t there? Relationships. Relationships are too complicated to have straight answers, a lot of the times. People hide their feelings, they fake them, express them and react to them differently. There are so many things we don’t understand or know about yet, like space and organisms that live on this Earth.
Sometimes what you need is a different approach to see they exist! It’s one of the things I learned with witchcraft.
There was also the religion itself. As I worked on my magic, I started seeing magic around me again. Not just with gods I had never considered and the one I was leaving behind, but with the faith I had always known.
The affection when someone says ‘’Our Lady’’ when talking about the Virgin Mary, my family calling upon Saint Barbara when thunder comes, children screeching excitedly because the Compasso has arrived to give us the news that Jesus has come to life again in Easter, the marble cemeteries, the comforting prayers, the masses I couldn’t ear because the local church’s echo is terrible, those boring long-ass weddings (oh my god, how many blessings do two people need?!), the loving dedication I see in every saint carved, my church's priest’s good humor... I never owned a rosary, but I always like the ones my aunts and grandparents keep.
I found Christian and Catholic witches on this site and I finally got to my conclusion. It’s really there. I just needed a different approach to it!
These things made me believe again, but also in new things.
‘‘But you can’t do that! You can’t combine magic and christianity’‘
Oh, watch me. And also watch the centuries of cunning women and witches in European history and those still alive today. The women that make ‘’mezinhas’’ and other types of favors in Portugal sure as hell are doing witchcraft, but you can bet your ass they don’t think they’re any less Catholic than anyone else. They don’t care about your opinions and I will hopefully do the same.
Relationships with deities are personal, and my relationship with God, Jesus and all of them is no different in that regard. I am a witch, I am human, I am catholic. I’m a follower, not a fucking mindless sheep.
You know what? I always compared God to Aslan. The lion wasn’t always there for Narnia, he wanted his people to solve their problems on their own. Get their independence, as a good parent does. They both don’t come up all mighty, that’s a posture reserved for evil and people who need a good slap in the face. They come to your level. God may come through one of the less eldritch abomination looking angels, though...
‘‘Well, if you have god, you shouldn’t need anything more. He's everthing. Why are you also a witch?’‘
Excuse me, do I look like a goddamned saint to you?! What part of human did you not understand?
And before you bitterly start quoting the Old Testament, let me remind you that it’s Old for a reason. Christ came to this earth to give us new rules since he technically saved us and things became different. That’s why Jewish people follow the Old Testament, for them, the messiah hasn’t arrived yet. Not to mention that to them that testament is not Old, it’s just the Torah.
You can keep quoting the bible to me all you want. But in my short twenty years of life, I was thankfully able to learn a few things. One of them is that the world isn’t black and white. Yes, I know this sounds obvious but there are some really dumb people out there. Also, this is the hellscape that we call tumblr.
Anyway, as I have mentioned several times before, I’m a never-ending knowledge seeker I found the world beneath my feet is not pure myth and I want to explore it. Look at me go.
I keep a critical mind with everything. Faith and religion are not an exception. I’m not overly skeptic about faith itself, but I am of its writings, interpretations, translations and etc... I study history, it’s a skill you naturally develop.
And there’s quite a few plot-holes, characterization differences and much more. It was written by humans that couldn’t do a cohesive collaboration even if their lives depended on it. Godphones sometimes don’t get a good reception. There’s a ton of cultural context to unpack. I hear people saying all the time that taking the bible’s words literally is one of the most stupid things you can do.
And when I say people, I mean priests, clergy, theology students, etc... I didn’t hear this from my drug dealer in the street corner..
...... I don’t have a drug dealer.....
Anyway...
There are many problems with the catholic church. There are many problems with a ton of catholic and christians out there. I will never deny that. Shit needs to get fixed and maybe even chucked into the trash.
But I still believe in God, I still believe in the saints but I also still believe there are more gods and spirits out there. And those things are separate.
I have no interest in converting you. I’m just yelling into the void.
If you are one of those that no longer is a christian, or catholic because some dipshits banged self-hate onto your head, I’m really sorry. I hope you heal well and get the help you need in your new faith or lack of it. Banging the ten commandments back onto their heads repetiedly and tell them to actually read the damn book is optional, though.
In the end, if you are (or are trying) to be good, you deserve respect and freedom to worship whoever or whatever you want. You don’t need to be perfect, you can just strive to be the best you can be in your situation.
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And now back to our schedueled programing.
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Idea for short story because I have no creativity: Do you think its possible to do a story about if peter's (parker) powers went haywire and messed up a whole bunch of stuff in his life(possibly ruining his secret identity but idk). Also you stories are amazing
O K, so i finally pulled my life together long enough to finish a prompt yay! anyways, here you go my dear, i hope you enjoy even though its pretty short, ilysm (and thank u for that compliment, omg I’m so undeserving aksjksahdjkh)
(ao3 link here)
Something wasn’t right.
Peter knew from the minute he’d woken up, something wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
It started two days ago when he and Tony had fought off one of Toomes’s leftover goons. The man had some alien tech that neither Tony or Peter could name, and he managed to hit Peter with a beam.
At first, Peter felt totally fine. Sure, there was an abrupt burning, but it was gone almost as soon as it started. Later that day Tony and Bruce had run an insane amount of tests on him, all of which came out relatively normal. Peter laughed at them for being so worried, especially Tony, but now he wasn’t so sure they were wrong to panic.
Peter felt like his body was literally tearing itself apart. It was just pain. The type of pain that lays heavy on your bones and never leaves. Peter wished he could’ve stayed home from school today, but there was a big field trip to a science museum that they’re going to write they’re final paper on.
So there he was, about to pass out as he clutched onto Ned and Michelle as if his life depended on it, waiting to go through security.
“Dude, are you sure you’re alright?” Ned asked worriedly.
Peter took in a breath and fought back tears. “I… think so.” He grimaced as Ned stepped away from him and through the metal detector. “Actually, I think I need to make a phone call real quick,” he muttered before dialing Tony’s number.
“Hey, kid, what’s up? This better be important because-”
“Mr. Stark, I don’t feel so good,” Peter said all in one breath.
One, two, three seconds passed. “Where are you?” Tony asked in a shaky voice. “Where are you, Pete, I’m coming now.”
“Science museum.” The security lady nodded him forward. “Hold on, Mr. Stark, I’m going to put you down for a second. Gotta go through security.”
“Don’t hang up, Pete. I’ll be on the phone until I get there.”
The very second Peter stepped through the metal detectors, Peter nearly collapsed.
He yelled like he’d never yelled before, feeling pain like no other. It felt like every cell was being ripped apart and then sewn back together a thousand times a second.
“Peter!” Michelle shouted. “Peter, what’s wrong!”
Noise made it worse. His senses were out of control, and Peter jumped away from the sound and onto the ceiling without a second thought. A loud crash made him screech and jump away, and he realized he’d caused a ceiling light to fall.
Peter’s heart was racing and he couldn’t think and he couldn’t breathe. All he knew was pain and fear until a familiar face caught his attention.
“Where is he?” Tony asked hurriedly as soon as he entered the building. The only response was a gaggle of gaping students pointing up at the ceiling towards a distraught Peter, and then Peter registered that he was on the ceiling and humans couldn’t do that. Peter cried harder. “Pete? Peter, come on down. It’s just me.”
“T-Tony,” he cried. “Everthing h-hurts. I’m dying, but I won’t-t just die.”
Tony looked like he was on the verge of tears too. “Come here, kiddo. I’m going to help you.”
Peter dropped down and immediately collapsed into a pathetic pile on the floor. Tony got next to him and wrapped an arm around him. “Help me, Tony, please,” Peter barely got out.
“Sh, it’s alright, Petey. Bruce is going to be here any second and we’re going to fly to the medbay. Okay?” Peter nodded miserably. “When did this start?”
Peter averted his eyes. “A couple days ago. Alien techy stuff.”
Tony paused before asking, “You mean the same alien techy stuff you said didn’t effect you?” Peter was saved by Bruce arriving and rushing in. “We’ll talk about that later,” Tony mumbled.
Peter had been still for long enough that when he moved again, it triggered the insufferable pain rushing throughout his body. He cried out and clutched Tony.
“It’s alright, Pete. I’ve got you.” Peter just clung to Tony more when he picked him up and brought him to Bruce. He heard Tony say something to the class, but the jostling caused the pain to grow to great that Peter passed out.
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“Bruce, what’s going on, he’s not awake!” Tony yelled, his heart sinking at seeing his kid’s lifeless body.
“He’s got a pulse, Tony, but it’s weak. We need to get him to medbay now.”
The kid was passed out, but his suffering didn’t let up. Peter was writhing and crying out in his sleep, making Tony’s eyes sting worse and worse with each passing second.
“T'ny,” he heard Peter mutter through tears. “T'ny, help.”
Tony crouched next to him and carded his fingers through his hair, what he usually did when Peter had nightmares to calm him down. “It’s okay, kiddo, we’ve got you. We’ll figure this out.”
It took them thirty two hours to realize what was going on with Peter, and another six to throw together an antidote. Three hours after administering the medicine, Tony still sat at Peter’s side with bags under his eyes and a heavy heart, waiting for his kid to wake up.
“You look awful,” was the first thing Peter croaked, and Tony nearly burst into tears right there.
“I look awful? Hypocrite,” Tony said before hugging Peter tightly. “You scared the shit out of me, Pete. Never do that again.”
Peter help him just as tight. “I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be sorry. I’m just glad you’re okay.” Tony sniffled as Peter scooted to the side of hospital bed to Tony could lay squeeze next to him.
Peter melted into Tony’s side and rested his head on his shoulder. “I don’t remember a lot,” Peter said and Tony sagged in relief, glad Peter didn’t have to remember all of that. “What was the cause?”
“Well, the gun they blasted you with would’ve killed any normal human. You should’ve literally combusted, but your cells kept healing you. It wasn’t until you stepped into the metal detector that the radiation amplified it, almost like-”
“The purple glowy thingy,” Peter mumbled.
“I was going to say bomb, but, uh, sure, kid.”
Peter giggled a little and Tony couldn’t stop his heart from melting at the sound. “The purple glowy thingy was a bomb. It’s what almost killed my friends in DC.” Tony saw the pieces fall into place, and Peter sat up quickly, stuttering out, “They saw me on the ceiling. Tony, they know! They’re not idiots, they must-”
“Sh, calm down, Pete. I’ve got it covered.”
Peter blinked. “What?”
“I sent my lawyers to ever student, teacher, and staff that were there. Unless people want to face a fine of nearly a million dollars along with a lifetime in jail, no one will utter a word about what they saw.”
“But- but-”
Tony lowered Peter’s head back to his chest and started comfortingly running his fingers through his hair. “Hey. I said don’t worry about it. Don’t you trust me?”
Peter relaxed again and nodded, sagging against Tony. “Always,” he sighed.
“Well then that settles it.” Peter yawned when Tony paused. “Get some sleep, kiddo. I’m not going anywhere.”
Peter nodded tiredly and wrapped himself tighter around Tony, almost like an octopus. “Thanks, Dad,” he said softly before succumbing to unconsciousness.
Tony felt his heart stutter and he pushed the curls out of Peter’s face softly.
Dad. Tony thought that he could definitely get used to that.
#SORRY IF THIS WASNT WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR it’s late alsjsk#anyways you’re really lovely and I hope you have an amazing day#prompt request babyyy#anonymous#answered#irondad#spiderson#spiderman#tony stark#peter Parker#iron man#fic#fanfic#prompt request#marvel
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Day 3: Lonely days / Tears / Memories
(angst ahead!)
Deku smiles lightly to himself as he flips through the photo album. Uraraka had spent a lot of time making it for him. It’s really more of scrapbook than a simple photo album. It contains so many of his memories with Kacchan.
Even just thinking his name makes Deku’s throat feel tight.
He’s been told the same things over and over again. “It wasn’t your fault”, “Don’t blame yourself for what happened”, “He wouldn’t want to see you like this”. It’s the pretty standard script that people go to with something like this...
But it is his fault. He can’t NOT blame himself.
He should have been there. He should have gotten there sooner. He should have figured something out sooner.
He knows that the choice had been Kacchan’s. And, honestly, if their places had been switched then Deku probably would have made the same call.
That doesn’t make it hurt any less.
He’s had such polar opposite dreams lately. At least, when he actually manages to sleep.
Sometimes he sees them as children. Or as classmates. Or lovers. or working together as The Wonder Duo.
And other times he relives the awful scene.
He’s running to the building where Kacchan has been reported to be held hostage. There’s already a large crowd outside the building, being held back by the police and other pros. They’ve got negotiators outside with a case of bills that the villains had asked for. No one is allowed in. Not even him. And then there’s a massive explosion. From the building across the street.
The damage was contained mostly to that building, They’d been pretty near the center of the room on the top floor.
And the explosion was caused by Kacchan. Deku knew Kacchan’s quirk when he saw it. And he knew Kacchan’s style. That didn’t stop the tears from coming though. Teams of fire fighters and heroes well suited to dealing with flames rushed in, trying to stop the fire that was burning its way through the entire building.
Kacchan had been injured by the explosion he set off and was badly burned by the flames. He was rushed to the hospital but...
They were too late.
He would have survived his injuries. The doctors had said so. But he had inhaled a lot of smoke and there was evidence of him being strangled.
One of the villains had tentacles as part of his quirk. It was likely him.
Not that it mattered. None of them survived the incident.
None of them...
Deku would always wake up from that dream in a cold sweat, calling Kacchan’s name and clutching the empty, cold spot beside him in bed.
He doubts it’ll get easier.
If it does, it won’t be for a long time.
He’s got a lot of lonely days, lonely nights, lonely... Everthings... ahead of him.
(Bring on the slaps, this one is a day late. I’m a panther of my word. I ain’t scared)
#drabble#bakudeku#bakudeku appreciation#bakudeku week#katuski bakugou#midoriya izuku#katsuki x izuku#katsuizu#katsudeku#kacchan#deku#kacchan x deku#angst#character death#feels#sfw#day late#bring on the slaps#i deserve them this time
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507: I Accuse my Parents
This is apparently tied with Hercules Unchained for Joel's favourite episode. It begins with a surprisingly depressing short in which the narrator is downright proud of the exploitative and ecologically destructive nature of the vegetable industry. Then we cheer up with the heartwarming tale of Jimmy, a young man who blunders obliviously into crime because his parents never hugged him – just one of the many excuses that only work for rich white kids!
Jimmy Wilson is a bright, popular student who likes to tell lies about his home life, and when you consider that his parents are drunks who hate each other, it's hard to blame him. Things seem to be looking up when he gets a job at a shoe store and begins a whirlwind romance with a singer named Kitty Reed, but this only leads him further into trouble. He gets mixed up in the criminal dealings of mobster Charles Blake, eventually having to flee from the law and ending up on trial for manslaughter. At the trial he blames his parents' neglect for his behaviour, and the judge accepts it and suspends his sentence because he's a Good Kid With a Lot of Promise. In the world we live in, that will apparently get you forgiven for all kinds of things.
The final shot in the film is a card telling us that this movie will be sent overseas to entertain the troops in Europe. What? Why? This is a movie about how important it is to be involved in your child's life. Why would you show that to soldiers who've been away from their wives and children for months and don't know when they'll be going home? Way to guilt trip the guys who are trying to fight a war for you.
One thing you'll notice about this movie, even if only by reading a plot summary, is that it goes to great lengths to make sure Jimmy never actually does anything wrong on purpose. He considers stealing from his boss at the shoe store when he's sent to the bank, but doesn't. He plans to rob Al's diner, but Al talks him out of it. All the crimes he committed for Blake he did in blissful ignorance, believing he was merely a delivery boy. He doesn't even realize he's not supposed to be dating Kitty, since he has no idea that she and Blake are in a committed relationship. The writers seem to fear that if Jimmy were to knowingly commit a crime we would immediately lose all sympathy for him. Rather than take that risk, they keep him in the dark about what's going on, and as Joel and the Bots repeatedly observe, he therefore comes across as rather dim. This has the opposite of the intended effect, making it harder to sympathize with Jimmy as we feel he really ought to know better.
Something kind of similar is done with Kitty. She works for Blake at the Paradise Nightclub, which he appears to own, but all we ever see her do for him is sing. If she's involved in any of his criminal activities, we are not privy to it. She is presented as somebody who is fully aware of the world she's fallen into and wanting out of it, and Jimmy, the innocent, good-hearted shoe salesman, may just be her ticket to a more wholesome life... yet she, too, avoids knowingly doing anything wrong outside of her illicit affair. The writers probably did this so that we would feel she 'deserves' upper-class Jimmy, but again that's not quite the effect they achieve. Instead, Kitty Reed ends up seeming a whole lot more interesting than her blandly nice beau, and I found myself thinking she could do way better! I actually kind of want to see a movie about how she got where she is.
So that's I Accuse my Parents, a movie in which the main characters are criminals who never commit crimes. It reminds me of The Sinister Urge with its PG pornography, even though the moral of the story is much more like The Violent Years. As in The Violent Years, the movie is also rather contrived. The situations we're seeing never feel natural – they're always things the film has set up on purpose to teach us a lesson. Naive and responsible Jimmy just doesn't feel like the product of a broken home. Sunny Kitty doesn't come across as a mobster's moll, except in the scene where she breaks Jimmy's heart, and then we know she's putting it on. Al offering a job to the kid with a gun is absurd. Jimmy's fall into crime happens as a series of coincidences. These aren't real people living out real events, they're actors in a morality play, and we are never quite able to forget that.
Yet despite all that, for some weird reason I Accuse my Parents is actually a pretty engaging movie. Even the Brains seem to have gotten into it, judging by the host sketches. When the movie was boring we tended to get things like Monster A-Go-Go's random games of keepaway or Viking Women and the Sea Serpent's celebration of waffles, but almost all the sketches of I Accuse my Parents are based on the movie itself. How does such a silly, artificial film draw us in like that?
I think a lot of it has to do with the pacing. Every scene in I Accuse my Parents actually does something, establishing character or moving the plot along. Bits that could have been tedious, like Jimmy's deliveries or his time on the lam, are glossed over with montages. The closest the film comes to wasting time is with Kitty's three songs, but even these serve a purpose. They're not very memorable but they're not bad, either, and each is chosen to speak to both Kitty's and Jimmy's emotions in the moment they're performed. By keeping both of them in sync with the lyrics, the movie helps build the bond between the two characters and makes us want to root for their relationship.
The entire purpose of I Accuse my Parents is, of course, the moral. Unlike many of the movies featuring old-looking 'teenagers' that appeared on MST3K, I Accuse my Parents is not targeted at a teenage audience. Instead, it's looking to say something to that audience's parents, reminding them that their children need them. The Violent Years tried to do the same thing, but failed. I Accuse my Parents is a bit more successful, because of another thing it does right: it explores exactly how Jimmy's relationship with his parents works, and gives us specific examples of things they could have done differently.
In The Violent Years, Paula Parkins' parents are chronically absent, but what we do see of them suggests that they love her and are trying their best. In I Accuse my Parents, the mother and father seem to have no interest in Jimmy whatsoever. Paula is able to have reasonably warm conversations with both parents. They don't know she's in trouble, but that's because she deliberately lies to them. Jimmy, on the other hand, would be happy to tell his parents what's going on in his life, both the good and the bad, but he can't get a word in edgewise. Paula's parents probably tried to help her when they found out about her life of crime. Jimmy's parents don't even let him tell them he needs help.
Although the characters of Mr. and Mrs. Wilson are exaggerated in order to make the movie's point, there are moments in their relationship with Jimmy that feel uncomfortably familiar. I think we can all remember a time when we tried to share something with a busy parent and were brushed aside. We can also all remember lying awake in bed reliving an embarrassing moment over and over, thinking of all the million ways we could have prevented it if we'd seen it coming – which we feel we really should have. These moments ring true, and that gives the entire movie a big boost.
The end of the movie suggests that Jimmy's parents have realized the error of their ways and will be more attentive to him in the future... but we are only told this, and so it doesn't make the impression that the earlier events did. I would have kind of liked to see them find the note he left them, and realize that something's been going on, or maybe have them apologize to him at the end of the courtroom scene. As it stands, his forgiveness of them for their neglect – and theirs of him for calling them out in front of the court – seems to come far too easy.
The other thing that seems to be missing from the movie is any sign of the resentment Jimmy displays in the courtroom scene, when he declares his parents should never have had a child. I think this is supposed to be manifested in his compulsive lying about his home life, but that never actually seems bitter. It's more of a fantasy world he has created for himself, and comes across as wistful rather than angry. If Jimmy were in the habit of telling people that his mother never showed up at the PTA because she was chronically ill, or that his father wasn't around because he ran off with the nanny, that would seem resentful. Writing an essay about how everthing at home is wonderful just makes it seem like Jimmy is unable to cope with reality.
I give a lot of left-handed compliments on this blog, and it feels really wishy-washy to say that I Accuse my Parents is pretty good for a bad movie. I can't think of a better way to put it, though – like The Magic Sword or The Black Scorpion, it's not by any means a good movie and yet I quite enjoyed it. I probably won't watch it again, at least not without Joel and the bots at the bottom, but that's more because it's just not the sort of movie I watch than because it's particularly awful. The music was fun and things moved along fast enough to keep me interested. I even lost my place in my knitting a couple of times. MST3K movies come a lot worse than this.
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Why aren't u ever on anymore? I miss you :(
I’ve had this in my inbox for a while and I’ve been scared to answer it but I think I’m ready now. Sorry I’m replying late. *Beware for long post* (honestly I know no one is gonna read this, but I really need to type it out)
I haven’t been on due to depression.
When I first discovered tumblr, I fell in love with it. I became a part of so many fandoms. I made so many friends and I was involved in so many group chats.
Tumblr was my sanctuary, where I could truly be me, without being made fun of, where I could converse with others who had the same interests as me. It was fun and always lively. Eventually the liveliness started to wear down.
My uncle died in January. About 6 months after I first made my tumblr.
One week before he died, he came over to my house and weirdly asked me to write my name and birthdate on a piece of paper. He told me that if there was anything I needed for my quince (which was coming up at the time) he would do anything. He was so excited for my 15, excited to help.
It was early one morning when I heard the news tha he had an accident. A tractor had run him over while he was working. We went straight to the hospital he was at. He was in immediate care. After a few days we were told he was going to be alright.
A week later, my parents decided to visit my uncle because he was about to be released. I decided to stay home due to having so much homework. It was 9pm when I got a phone call. It was my sister. She told me that my uncle had died. I was in shock, I couldn’t cry.
A few days had passed and it was his funeral. It was awful. His kids that would rarely visit him we’re bawling their eyes out. The wife couldn’t even stand. When it came time to bury the casket, I looked to my dad and saw that he had small tears in his eyes. My dad never cried. Seeing my dad cry, a wave of sadness washed over me. I hadn’t cried since I heard he died, so I let everthing out. I didnt go to school the rest of the week.
I went on tumblr to tell some of my friends why I hadn’t been on. Turned out they didn’t notice or even care. I told them my uncle had died and they told me to get over it. The one place where I could come for remorse and where I felt loved, didn’t care. They kicked me out of their groupchat shortly after. So I logged off of tumblr.
Months had past and its September, my 15 day. I had gotten through my uncle’s death. It was the evening and the presentation of the crown was happening. At the end, they brought me an extra present. It was a bracelet with my name and birthdate engraved. It was beautiful, gold with light pink lettering. My mom walked up to me and told me my uncle had gotten it done the week before he died. When he came over and asked for my name, he planned to present it to me on my 15 day. It brought tears of joy in my eyes. I was able to keep it with me everywhere.
Also at my 15, I met my great granpa. Everything was finally going okay. No one was sad, everyone was happy. My granpa had given me this beautiful gold necklace, to match the gold bracelet. They had both become treasures.
Time passed and I got to know my great granpa better. He got sick a month later. He was going to die. His dream, he told me, was that if he were to die and be buried somewhere, it would be in Mexico. So his kids sent him to Mexico. I wasn’t able to go, I had no passport. I had to say goodbye to him, knowing he was going to die soon. Just when I finally got over one death, another just came rushing in.
It was too much to handle. Being on tumblr just made it worse. I was starting to get anon hate. It was all I would see in my inbox. Usually I would let it slide. But the pain I was in just wouldn’t let me get over it. So I decided to just stay off.
A few months had passed and its February. I was in gym class one day and I noticed my bracelet was missing. I looked everywhere, thinking I may have misplaced it. But I knew better, I remembered where I put it, in my backpack sleeve. I heard some girls laughing at me for looking so ridiculous. By the way they were laughing, I could tell they had stolen it, or at least knew where it was.
I went to the coaches and pricipals, and they told me that unless they had proof, they couldn’t do anything about it. They told me that I had probably just lost it and that I was overreacting. I became so mad that I threw my back pack agaisnt the wall. Without me knowing, the necklace my great grandpa had given me got stuck to the backpack. When I through it, it had taken my necklace with it, breaking it in half.
Not being able to contain myself, I began to cry in anger. My most prized possesions were gone and ruined. I had my mom pick me up from school. Luckily it was the weekend so I wouldn’t have to see the students for a few days.
Everything and everything was just getting worse. Eventually school was over and it was the summer. I decided to go on tumblr again and I created my own positivity blog to motivate myself. I met a few new friends at school and they helped me through a lot. They had also experienced losses like I had. During the summer, my mom had come home from work and she said she had a surprise for me. She had a box and inside was the same bracelet my uncle had given me. His wife had the design saved so they decided to make a new one.
Little by little, day by day, life was getting better. Since I didn’t feel safe on tumblr anymore, I decided to make new social accounts. I made an Instagram and Snapchat. Through time I began to use those more and lost interest in Tumblr. A month ago, I also started school so I don’t have as much time as I used to.
But I’m okay now. Going to church helped me a lot, and talking with my parents also helped. The great friends I met also helped me. I’m okay. At times I may become sad, but that’s how life is. Everyone becomes depressed at times, but we get through it.
It took me over an hour to write this and I still feel like I didnt express myself right. But to whoever is reading this, I hope you have a lovely day, and just know you mean something to someone. Love you all so much. Much love to the ones who we’re always nice to me on here. And I want to start using tumblr more now, I just need to gain trust in it again. Thanks for listening to my ramble and I hope I answered your question anon ^^
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I first saw this photo when I was lay in a beautiful double bed, alone, in a city I had never had any desire to visit. My heart was shattered into a thousand pieces with the pain mainly rooted in innocence and confusion. Here I was, in a hotel I had booked for a birthday, in a city she wanted to visit. Of course we will go, I will book it, use my time, money and dedication to do anything to make you happy. It’s just how it is. That’s how we live. That’s who we are. That is of course, until you decide this isn’t for you anymore and abandon me, with no singular choice but to go anyway, spending a week on a couples trip, in couples accommodation, cancelling meal reservations, birthday cakes and king size beds. It was at that moment, that I decided never, ever will I settle for any less than that photo illustrates. That’s exactly how I love, I give everything, maybe that’s my problem, I’m a fantasist or just somebody who has watched too many pink-spined rom-coms. But, in reality, why should I change? Instead of changing myself, this time I will only settle for somebody who gives the same, with an effortless personality and vision of love that fits perfectly into mine.
You know, you never realise you are being emotionally abused until the aftermath of it. When your brain feelings like it’s bleeding and parts of your personality drift away from you without warning or permission. It’s like being in the middle of a huge storm at sea, destruction is happening all around you, waves are consuming your belongings, but all you do is stay aboard that boat. Making sure the other person is safe. You don’t matter anymore. You have a job to do. You have to care, protect and adapt. Keep your sails afloat, the person under your wing. That’s all that matters now. People notice changes, you are too consumed with what you have done wrong to care. I have always had a strong personality, with confidence that chose its best and worst days. It would never happen to me. It would be impossible infact. I saw how emotional abuse crept from insecure and manipulative people and cradled the most unworthy. Just like when it happened to my brother. My brother, the kindest, coolest, most confident, exciting, beautiful, funny, successful and all round most wonderful soul to ever walk to planet. Nobody has met my brother and disliked him, infact, everybody adores him. Boys want to be him, girls fall in love with him. In a family of 50 cousins, he is the clear favourite. I’d be mad ay my parents if he wasn’t their favourite child. I don’t even feel ashamed to say he is my favourite brother. That’s because he deserves it. He will do anything for anyone, has deep rooted emotions that show a beautiful conscience, a kindness that flows effortlessy and joyfully from him, yet is still the life and soul of the party and the funniest person I know. My younger brother, but my big brother and quite often, my husband and my Father. He enjoyed a wonderful life as the youngest child, with two parents who had learnt from their mistakes. Happy, always smiling and always single. No girl had ever created a will inside for him to settle down and distrupt his lifestyle. That is until he met her. The usual. Nice, pretty, funny, tried to impress his sister…controlling, jealous and manipulative. Casual psychopath. Just your average girl at best.
In 2018 they went on a break as she was damaging to his mental health. He doesn’t deal with stress well and she brought out the worst and created a prson none of us knew. Stressed. Sad. A hermit. Yet again, his good heart would always take pity on her and her constant guilt trips. He always felt to blame. One night, they got talking, told her she could stay over, at his beautiful home, he worked hard to buy. A cottage, in a adorable market town, surrounded by hills and cobbled streets. An elevated decked terrace, he built, that overlooks the greenest hills and views of a little life he worked hard to create. They get to her house to get some of her things. She goes to her room to pack a bag. James goes to the toilet. He opens the door and from the shower rail hangs her mother. Blue. Her neck pertruding from a make shift instrument she has used to escape a reality she has locked my brother in forever.
If he couldn’t leave then, how could he leave now? And then it began. You can’t leave my mum killed herself. If you leave, I will kill myself. Prison.
He cut her down, took care of everything, she didn’t have to see anything. He made sure of it. He moved her in. Every night, he was haunted by nightmares, voices, visions. I’d wake with missed calls at 4am and voicenotes begging for reassurance I was alive and he hadn’t lost his mind. Plagued by a nightly nightmare that she was locked in a room, with me, my mum and my nana. The room was filling with water and there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t get in. He couldn’t saveus. But that didn’t matter. He didn’t matter. What he had seen, been through. Irrelavant. Her mum was dead and it was his job now to care for her. This was his life now and that is that. Any escape from that life was to be as difficult as his battle to enter the room the people he loved most were drowning.
It’s funny. Because like me, he was caring for a ‘victim’, someone you become so consumed with comforting and protecting, you lose all sight of any need for that yourself.
It is easy to gain such a negative view of the world and the people that occupy it. I truly see now why people can act scared in relationships and grow to be occupied by fear, mask feelings that are dictated by paranoia, all from a kind of trauma. I see why people live shielded lives and emotionally behave in a locked up manner. But I won’t do that. I won’t let somebody ruin my chances at true happiness and everything I saw in that photo. I won’t let my fate escape me, all because of a makeshift personality you had me create to keep me in my prison.
I met a girl recently. And the feeling was alien. It was like every single part of me was not only accepted, but also encouraged. I was complimented, praised and spoken so positively about. I didn’t even know how to take it. Is this a lie, a joke?I have spent the past year so apologetic for everthing I am, I don’t even know how to take it. The things I once thought needed to change, were actually her biggest celebrations. There were no walls, games. It was a wave of unapologetic emotion, an exact replica of how my heart behaves. It was like a mirror, holding up an example of how hard I go, held up right infront of me, reminding me of the wonder of being so daring and open, and exactly why I had been so loved before. Why my family adored me. Why my friends adored me. After three meetings. She has done more to actively represent that photo than somebody I gave every moment of my time and emotional energy. I will never let negative elements of my past dictate how hard I love. I will never let your abuse and destruction affect my future happiness. It would just be what you wanted, wouldn’t it? Just because some people don’t deserve it, doesn’t mean I have to change. I have a video of her on my phone. A video that I know would be absolutely worn and shattered to pieces if it was a standard VHS tape. I watch that video several times an hour as it houses one single look that brings me more life than I have felt, for a duration that feels like a lifetime. Never has anybody combined such adoration, excitement and fondness in one single look. With her. There is no need for any apology or any single toning down of my personality. What a beautiful and unfamiliar feeling that leads me to thank god a thousand times, that I never decided to follow your rules.
I hope she knows how thankful I am for her existence. I hope she knows that I feel totally in awe. I hope wherever she is, she truly knows how wonderfully brilliant I will always think she is.
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"WE ARE NOT AFRAID”(It Fanfic)
Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
Chapter 5- Angel by Aerosmith
Richie woke up to a brown headed boy still sleeping in his arms he tried to movie.
“can we stay like this forever rich we don’t have to worry about school, parents”
“as good as I would love that babe we have to leave and does your mom not like me?” as he laughed.
“well I don’t think she will ever like you as bad as that sounds” eddie laughed.
“eds be serious Mrs.K loves me well lets go babe” as Richie smirked.
“stop calling me eds”
“in your dreams”
“oh I didn’t know you were going to spend the night eddie?”
“mom don’t give us a hard time nothing happened we fell asleep”
“Richie I have to talk to you after school”
Then his mom walked into her room.
“oh shit do you think she hates me now rich”
“my mom doesn’t hate you shes not like mrs.k”
“oh shut up rich..i need to go home to get my backpack bye babe”
Eddie kissed Richie and ran out of the house and went into his own.
“EDDIE WHERE WERE YOU?”
“mom im fine”
“eddie, Richie is changing you I don’t like it”
“I don’t care mom I love him you cant stop it”
“im your mother eddie I can tell you what to do”
“mom I love him he is everything to me…every since dad has passed you have been this different person I don’t even know you” eddie was crying he ran into his room before his mom could ground him.
He grabbed his backpack and he ran out the door he whipped the tears away he was good of hiding his emotions.
He went into his car and started it.
And drove to school where people were going to make fun of him and Richie because they are gay.
He turned on the radio and the song Angel by Aerosmith came on.
“baby!!
You’re my angel come and save me tonight
You’re my angel come and make it all right!!”
Eddie was singing the song til he arrived at school he didn’t see Richie’s beat up old truck.
What if Richie didn’t come today great eddie thought the bullying was going to get worse.
He got hid keys and locked the doors to his car and walked into the school.
“he decided to come to school today”
“I thought he was going to stay home I guess that’s what tozier is doing you would think opposite”
Eddie opened his locker hoping Richie would pop up and say something stupid he needed his voice.
“hey eddie are you alright” Stanley said.
“yeah stan just people”
“its alright they are jealous”
Eddie laughed.
“wheres Richie hes usually up your ass”
“I don’t even know”
“ GUYS RICHIE IS ABOUT TO FIGHT SOMEONE!” someone yelled from outside.
Eddie ran out of that door.
“take it back fucker!”
“no make me tozier”
“okay ill make you”
Before Richie could swing eddie pushed him.
“eddie what the fuck!”
“fighting wont solve anything”
“yes it will I want to see him hurt”
“awe is lover boy going to hold your dick while you fight”
“eddie fucking move before I do something I regret”
He has never heard Richie say his name as eddie.
“move fag so your boy toy and can beat the shit out of me”
Richie pushed eddie out of the way and he punched the guy over and over again.
“don’t… you ever call him a fag ass!”
Mike dragged him back.
A course eddie was mad he took his car and went home.
He went into his house and slammed the door.
“what are you doing home early?! Eddie!”
Eddie ignored her and locked his door and laid on his bed he hated how much Richie had effect on him he wasn’t mad that he punched the guy hes mad because he didn’t listen.
“eddie im sorry I know I haven’t been the best mother I just want you to be happy was this Richie”
“no it’s the school not accepting us I just want to be happy with him mom” eddie was crying.
“oh eddie im sorry if you feel better dinners down stairs”
Eddie heard a knock on the door.
“Richie! Don’t you think you cause a lot on my son”
“well I need to see your son mrs.k please”
“Richie just leave hes not in the mood”
“im not leaving him mrs.k!”
He heard Richie run up the stairs.
“eds im sorry that guy just pissed me off! Okay I know you don’t like violence and everthing…eds please speak open the door you locked your window you have never done that don’t block me out please eds”
Eddie got up and unlock the door.
Richie hugged eddie fast eddie didn’t get to speak or anything.
“richie I don’t even know why im crying I know im mad that you didn’t listen im just tired of everyone treating us bad”
“same here eds why do you thing I beat the shit out of that guy”
“eddie im going to bed make sure he leaves at 9 no sleeping in the same bed” she said in a attitude he knew he would hear this later on.
“okay mama”
Eddies mom went into her room.
“lets lay down eds”
“okay babe”
Richie took off his shirt
“and I hope you know im spending the night”
Eddie laughed.
Eddie took off his pants to switch to sleeper pants and he threw sleeper pants at Richie to put on.
Eddies wall phone rang
He gets up
“hey its eddie”
“hey eddie m-me and b-bill a-are wasted”
“on a Monday disgrace”
She laughed “that’s what bill said you would say”
“go to sleep bev”
“don’t tell me what to do eds!”
“don’t start calling me eds only dipshit calls me eds”
Richie grabbed the phone “yeah that’s my nickname don’t steal it”
Then handed it back then he pulled out a cigarette and put his head out of eddies window because he knew eddie hated when he smoked.
“hes smoking…yeah…ill ask…hey rich bev says she wants a cig and she’s coming over”
“okay whatever” but he wanted to be alone with his eds.
“he said yeah bev” she hung up and the next thing they saw was Beverly and bill climbing through the window.
“hey guys!” billy said loudly.
“inside voices my mom’s asleep guys”
“awe babe..calm I don’t think mrs.k can hear”
He kissed eddie and eddie kissed back.
And eddie jumped on Richie and put his legs around Richie
“oh come on..dont fuck in front of us” Beverly sad.
They broke apart from the kiss eddie embarrassed but Richie just wanted them to leave.
“we weren’t going to do it! Bev”
“and if we were going to fuck we would wait asshat”
Eddie laughed
And same with bev and bill they just kept laughing
All eddie was afraid was what if his mom could hear all this but then again her sleeping meds were good at knocking her out.
About 2 hours later bev and bill fell asleep.
Eddie was laying with Richie.
“mama said to leave at nine its nine rich”
“oh come on babe she wont notice im here”
“whatever but if we get caught I will kill you”
“god for a tiny person you violent”
“you know that babe”.
#it#it fanfiction#it fanfic#richie tozier#beep beep richie#eddie spaghetti#eddie#mike hanlon#ben hanscom#stanley uris#bill denbrough#trashmouthrichie
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Bachelor Recap - Arie Final Rose
Five hours of a Bachelor Finale. Even Peter Jackson thinks that's too long and needs to be edited.
Night 1
It's all unimportant until the last hour of monday night. Arie's telling everyone and everthing that falls into his line of sight that he loves them. He's breaking hearts and proposing in a field of llamas. Suffice to say, neither of those two girls probably like llamas anymore and will never read this book to their children nor listen to this lullaby.
Top Ten Quotes from Monday
10. Lauren: "I'm extremely confused" (upon learning she wasn't getting the rose) - won't be the first time for any of us tonight.
9. Arie: "She knows that I think about Lauren." (the first scene after the final rose ceremony) - that's never a good sentence to say to your fiance
8. Arie: " I know talking to you in person and in this way feels cruel." (to Becca, as he's breaking her heart on national tv voluntarily) - that's because this is cruel. and unusual. and punishment. I felt like I was watching "Old Yeller".
7. Arie: "You're an incredible woman." (to Becca, trying to soften the blow) - Becca almost made a fist after he said this. That was the closest the producers came to getting their wish of some sort of violence.
6. Arie: "Can we talk just a little bit"
Becca: "Don't touch me." - the first time Arie tries to get Becca to tell him that it's ok and everything is going to be fine.
5. Becca: "I'm not going to hug you goodbye" - Becca trying to hammer home the point that she's NOT going to tell him that it's ok.
4. Arie: "Hey....are you ok?" - Arie knocking on the bathroom door, as Becca sobs from having her heart broken, and using the same tone your mom uses checking on you as your heaving on the toilet.
3. Arie: "All I really want to tell Lauren is that 'I love you, but I'm saying goodbye." (to the producers after telling Lauren she's not getting the rose) I don't even know where to begin with trying to figure out this sentence.
2. Becca: "Just go."
25 seconds of silence later/Arie: "Ok. I'm gonna go." - Arie STILL not figuring out that Becca's not going to let him off the hook for this one.
1. Becca: "Ok. I'm done." (walking away from Arie and from a relationship destined for catatrophe)
Other Takeaways from Monday
Here's video of Lauren going back to her hotel room and learning how to deal with the pain.
Do NOT play poker with Chris Harrison. His demeanor and hugs (even the hugs!) were the same for both Lauren and Becca. It may be because this show has taken away his soul, which quite frankly is another reason not to play poker with Chris Harrison.
Very disappointed they didn't support Peru's agro-economy and have Arie propose with a Peru avocado, which is the style nowadays. Also, Becca's rose breaking after the proposal has many meanings. (It wasn't from Radebaugh's Florist and the engagement is doomed)
I can't imagine any producer or film guy from this show has a soul. Holy hell that break-up scene was too much.
Tuesday Night
We're live for the second night. Have we sucked enough of humanity from everyone yet? Let's find out!
A few things jumped out from the segments in the first hour:
Did Arie talk to Jason before or after breaking up with Becca? I think it was after, but Jason telling him that "you have to be certain about his decision" made me question whether it was before. But Jason and Molly made it seem like they would have told him to break up with Becca privately. So...i'm confused a little on the timeline.
The producers had Becca look over her scrapbook AND the videos. Even North Korea thought that was too much.
Arie said "True dat."
Chris Harrison asks Arie if he's over Becca. He responds "yes" while shaking his head. MAKE UP YOUR MIND!!!!!
Becca wore her best "F you" dress for the occasion.
How many peacocks have died for Bekah M's various unnecessarily large earrings? Also, the producers should have had a Bekah M reaction camera in the top right portion of the screen.
Becca hanging out with some of the other girls from the season was the best part of the night. Trying to all fit on those two seats was hilarious and much needed refresher really from the whole season. The billboards and fans starting a gofundme for Becca to get drink is hilarious. It also allowed the producers to save some face by matching those donations to a cancer research foundation.
For Arie and Lauren, this will be a tough road ahead. Social media is going to be brutal. I guess Jason and Molly are an example of this kind of thing working out, but this whole sh!tstorm has got be in the back of Lauren's mind. The show does create a highly pressurized desperate-to-find-love bubble, and the quick and forced timeline of the show does play a role in coloring a person's judgement, but there were better ways for this to have gone down and Arie made some God-awful decisions along the way. His racing career is known more for its crash & burns (e.g. Fail Earnhardt, Jr) and disappointments. Let's hope his engagement (which got off to a rocky start with no avocado for the ring) does better.
I guess.
Whatever.
This season was not great. I say Chris Harrison is the next Bachelor. Let's make this thing interesting
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