#muder clock

[star-xxx1]

Money is the anthem of success pt. 2

Mob!Natasha x fem! reader

Wanda x reader (only for a bit)

Warnings: Dark! Natahsa, talks of killing, Masterbation, drugging, angst and fluff, kinda dark reader, comfort.

Part 1 Here.

A/n: kinda love this...<3

Natasha sat in front of her large, oak desk, surrounded by stacks of papers and documents that needed her attention. However, her attention was focused on two things you and the grand alliance. The desk was a symbol of her success, made of rich, dark wood, and adorned with beautiful inlays. Light reflected off of the polished surface, casting a warm glow throughout the room. Despite the luxurious surroundings, Natasha felt a sense of unease. A strange feeling loomed over her, constantly teasing the redhead. The confusing feeling had been growing stronger and stronger in Natasha's chest, like a storm brewing inside her. She tried to push it aside, to ignore it, but it refused to be tamed. It was as if some invisible force was pulling her in two directions at once, and she didn't know which path to take. She wanted to believe that she was just being silly, that there was nothing to this sudden rush of emotions. But she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more, something deeper and more profound at play. And so, she was left to suffer in silence, torn apart by her own feelings, unable to make sense of the chaos within her.

She glanced at the clock on the wall, knowing that it was slowly ticking away at her dull life, life without you. Staring into the distance of the large empty room, she felt the feeling settling into her chest her emotions were a mess. Her current relationship seemed to have died long ago, her being the muder, slashing the short-term fling into shambles. But she didn't break it off, still holding on to it for reasons she couldn't quite understand. They were now strangers sharing a bed. There was her ex, you, plaguing her mind like a broken record unwillingly on repeat. You were all she could think about, an obsession. You being that one person who had managed to break down all of her walls and make me feel alive in a way that she hadn't felt in years.

Now, the second stressful thought, the grand alliance, an event where many maifia organisations could make alliances, it helps you get around in world of crime. Natasha became consumed with making sure it was decorated to her exact standards, spending every minute of every day on the tedious project. Along with decor, she had to go through catering, entertainment, transportation, safety, logistics, security, marketing, and technology. It took weeks to set everything up. Clicking the send button one last time, everything was scheduled and in place. Pushing her back into the chair, she interlocked her hands behind her head and lifted her muscular legs onto her desk. She let her thoughts engulf her. What was she going to say to you when she saw you next? Well, that's if she did?

She let her mind run away and In to a a field of pure bliss, memories of you, all sort rushing back to her, sad, happy ,romantic, funny, dirty...

Oh, she loves you so much, she needs you, she needs you to hug her and tell her that everything is all alright, that she hasn't lost you, that you still love her. She wished she hadn't slapped you that she would have been more leanint, maybe her fathers ways weren't the best, she sighed. 'I should have been nicer, listened to her,' she thought, beating herself up. She remembers your touch as if you are there loving her. Her skin burning in a pleasant way, goosebumps rising. Your moans, pants, whimpers, filled her mind, along with the picture of your shaking body underneath her flushed form, succumbing to the pleasure that she so sweetly Inflicted.

You put her under a love sick spell that so truly could not escape. She couldn't help but slip her hand down into her lace panties, parting her folds by running a singular digit through her aching core, collecting her arousal, heat dripping every. She rubbed her pink, sensitive bud, toying, and pinching it. Closing her eyes, she let her mind run wild with the thought of you. Certain scenarios and flashbacks play in her mind, all while Natasha moaned your name out loud. She wanted more. Slipping a finger into her greedy cunt, she started a steady pace. Muscles tensing, hips bucking up trying to chase after the pleasureable sensation, all she could think about was you. Adding another finger a whorish moan escaped past the lips of the dangerous women. Her cunt was dragging her in, sponey walls clenching and stretching around her fingers. She chanted your name like it was payer while picking up the pace, her free hand clawing at her clothed tits, her hardened nipple rubbing against her palm, making them even more erect. A tight coil formed in the depths stomach, longing to be released. Her body twitched as if electricity ran through her veins, caught up in the pure pleasure. That overwhelming coil finally snapped, screaming your name. Eyes rolling to the back of her head, body trembling, as her sweet juices gushed onto her fingers. Bitting her lip to suppress more moans as she slowly pulled out digits, dragging her finger against her fluttering walls.

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"Y/n, my love!" Wanda screamed at the top of her lungs from your bedroom. Cutting up the last apple and throwing it into the bowl of delicious fruit, you screamed back.

"One second hunny, I'll be there!"

Grabbing the blow and making your way to the bedroom, you open the door to reveal a very domestic looking Wanda who was smiling up to you. Your heart burst at the site. She was adorable. Her hair in a messy bun, settled into bed, sitting up straight with her back against the lagre, lush head borad. Fluffy Covers on her lap and computer on top. Smiling back, you made your way around the bed and into your side, passing her the fuirt.

"Here you go, wands. I thought you might want a snack," you said while resting your head on her shoulder.

"Thank you," she smiled while kissing your forehead.

"What did you want me here for?" You asked, grabbing the cloud like duvet and throwing it over yourself.

"The grand alliance is on Tuesday. Um, how do you feel about that?" she said, puffing up her cheeks and looking at you with nervous eyes. "It's important," she added. You gave her a knowing glare.

"Erh, well, I know it's very important to you -" you started.

"I can go by myself!" She chimed in.

"No, it's okay, I want to be there with you. I want to be by your side and support, I want to watch it organisation grow... and Natasha," you struggled to get her name out "I don't think she will care, I mean she has her whore she'll be to focused on her" you expressed. Wanda smiled and kissed your lips.

"Thank you, hunny."

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Dressed to the nines, Wanda exudes confidence and elegance. Her fiery red hair cascades in soft curls, framing her face with a seductive allure. Her slender figure is adorned with a stunning black dress, hugging her curves in all the right places. The fabric shimmers under the lights, reflecting the stars that dance in her vibrant green eyes. As for you, you radiate beauty and grace, captivating those around you with your stunning presence. Your attire is a testament to your allure, the fabric enveloping your body in a silky embrace. Every move you make commands attention, drawing gazes from all directions.

As you step into the grand hall of the event, all eyes turn towards you and Wanda. The enchanting music fills the grand hall, reverberating through the space and setting the stage for an evening of sophisticated enchantment. The atmosphere is filled with an aura of anticipation and excitement. With laughter, animated conversations, and the clinking of glasses, as joy overtakes the lingering bitterness of your recent worries. With Wanda by your side, the night takes on a new vibrance. Her playful banter and coy smile reassure you.

As you navigate the vast sea of attendees, the palpable chemistry between you and Wanda draws the attention of onlookers. Whispers of awe ripple through the crowd, but it is your unwavering connection that stands out the most. Wanda's hand tightens around yours, her eyes locked with yours in a silent affirmation. In this glamorous setting, you slowly find yourselves in the centre of attention, surrounded by powerful figures and influential individuals. Around an hour went by, chatting to those around you, until a hush fell over the room, eyes shift towards the grand staircase.

Natasha was the definition of beauty and elegance. Her back straight, and her chin held high, her face stonic. She was dressed in an elegant suit, the lines of the fabric sweeping gracefully over her body. The jacket nipped in at the waist, and the skirt flowed out in a perfect line. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek bun, with a few strands left to frame her face. Her makeup was flawless, with a neutral palette that complemented the rich brown of her suit. The colours of her outfit were echoed in her accessories, from the subtle sparkle of her earrings to the glossy shine of her heeled boots. As she descended the staircase, the guests looked on in admiration. The way she moved was graceful and confident, and she seemed to glide across the room rather than walk. The cut of her outfit was flattering, its lines elongating her form and drawing the eye to the classic beauty of her features. Natasha was the epitome of elegance and style, and the guests couldn't help but stare as she made her way towards her destination. Her presence in the room cast a spell of sophistication and charm, and for a moment, it seemed as if the world had stopped turning for her. In that moment, she was the star of the show, and it was clear that she had earned that title. And yet, as beautiful as she was on the outside, there was something deeper about her that was even more dark. The room burst into applause as Natasha took her seat, her grand entrance a resounding success. As the evening went on, her hard work and diligence were rewarded as the guests hailed her as a master organizer, a woman who had brought together a beautiful and unforgettable event.

And unforgettable is what it will be.

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It was hard was hard for Natasha to see you with another woman, gracefully moving throughout the hall. She couldn't take it any longer. She didn't expect you to see you here, especially with Wanda. She faintly knew off the redhead from conversations with you. Tonight was the night that she got you back. She knew she wouldn't have a chance like this again. Pulling out her phone, she hastily texted Clint and Steve.

The crowds attention was pulled onto Clint as he jumped onto the stage, starting up the auction. You sat next to Wanda chatting about the valuables up on stage. Carol, one of Natasha's employees, slipped past and dropped a dissolvable tablet into your fruity drink. Natasha watched with an amused face as she watched the pink drink bubble and fizzy as the tiny, white table disintegrated. You were so clueless, so adorable, as you swigged the drink down.

After a while, you felt a sudden aruge to use the restroom. You quickly excused yourself and wondered to in the back halls. Natasha unpatiently waited a bit. Finally, Steve dropping off a cloth covered in chorlfom before she sneaked off to the restrooms.

Humming a tune contently to yourself, you let the lukewarm warm water devolp your hands, the smell of hygienic, antibacterial soap filling your nostrils. Looking up pure terror filled your body, Natasha was there. For a moment, time seemed to come to a standstill. Your heart raced as you looked into her familiar eyes, remembering all of the happy times you had shared together. The colour of your face drained. But as you looked at her now, you realized that things were different. In her eyes swirled a raging sea of desire, want, need. Her face in a deranged expression, a wicked grin spreading onto her face. In that moment, you knew that you needed to run. With a heavy heart pounding on your ribcage like a jackhammer, you made a run for the exit.

Natasha grabbed you, holding a firm arm around your waist, pushing her body hard agains you back, longing to feel your touch again. Before you could scream, a white cloth was violentally shoved against your face. You struggled to keep your eyes open, as the fumes flooded your lungs, making you feel dizzy and disoriented as she whipsered sweet nothings into your ear. Stumbling, trying to get away from the Natasha, but your vision was blurred and limbs felt weak. Once your body completely went limp against Natasha, she scooped you up, leaving the event through a secret passage way. Clint was there waiting from the bosses arrival. That night, she drove off successful you back in her fatal but loving arms once again. She did think about her absence, but no one could question the black widow herself about her disappearance.

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When Wanda realised that you weren't back, she started getting worried. This was a huge event full of criminals. Anything could have happened to a pretty girl like you. She checked the restrooms, balconies, and the foyer. Everywhere. Seeing that Natasha was gone only increased her worries. She couldn't find you at all. Panicking, she informed her crewmates, who started a search for you.

Meanwhile, you were half home, well, your new home. The car sped down the dark roads, avoiding public areas, the tinted windows down just to a crack. The breeze blew through the open window as the driver drove through the pitch-black night. The only light in the sky was the endless sea of stars, twinkling like glitter thrown onto a black velvet fabric. The air-conditioning hummed softly in the background, soothing her tired body after a long day of work. In the darkness, she held your unconscious form. Listening to the steady hum of the tires on the road. The scenery outside began to fade, leaving nothing but a darkness so thick you could cut it with a knife. Soon, the only light came from the car's headlights, lighting up the road before you. The road stretched on forever, with no signs of life anywhere.

"My sweet girl," she whipsered, stoking your forehead. Her love lay beside her, peacefully asleep. As she gazed at you, Natasha revelled in your beauty. The soft curves of your body, the delicate lines of your face, the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathed. You were her world, her everything, and she couldn't imagine life without you again. That dreadful feeling in her chest faded. Natasha leaned in and kissed your cheek, feeling a rush of love and gratitude. Your skin was soft and smooth, and she couldn't resist running her fingers over their facial features, tracing the outline of your nose and chin. As she looked at you, she was reminded of all the reasons she loved you. You kindness, your compassion, your humour, and your unwavering devotion. You were her best friend, her partner in crime, and her soul mate, and she knew that she was the luckiest person in the world to have you.As you slept, Natasha leaned in and whispered all her love for you. Sbe knew that you couldn't hear her, but that didn't matter. The words were for her, a reminder of all that she was grateful for. And in that moment, she felt content, knowing that she had you back.

Natasha knew that you may need time to trust her again, but she was willing to go through all that. She wanted to treat you better, to show you her version of love, not her stupid father's.

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Waking up in an unfamiliar, dark room, you realized that wasn't your bed. You glanced around, trying to make sense of your new strange surroundings,and different clothes. Your heart began to race as you realized you had been kidnapped again. You sat up quickly, body trembling as you looked around the room, just making out dark furniture and shadows in the corner. Just then, you heard a shuffling sound. Your heart skipped a beat. You slowly turned to face the sound and saw Natasha sitting at her vanity.

"Hello, my love, long time no see, huh?" Natasha chuckled out, looking at you through the elegant mirror wearing a slik, black robe. Without hesitation, you jumped out of bed and bolted for the door, mind racing with thoughts of escape. Natahs watched you sighing, "stupid flight or fight," she muttered to herself.

You sprinted through the halls of the mansion, looking for an exit, but as you turned the corners, you realized that the halls were infinite. No matter how far you ran, there was no escape, Natasha slowly following her, her pace calm and steady. Sprinting through the maze-like mansion, trying to avoid Natasha and find a way out of the mansion.

"Y/n!" Natasha repeatedly shouted out your name.

Your heart hurt. Weaving through the labyrinth of halls and rooms, searching for an exit, but every door you tried is locked. Feeling a sense of panic and desperation, your heart was pounding in your chest. Your breath becomes shallow gasps, but you refuse to give up. You continued to run, trying to find a way out, praying that you would be able to escape from the harsh clutches of Natasha Romanoff.

Reaching a dead end, you pull on the door handle, hoping it would open you. You could hear her footsteps getting closer and closer, they taunted you. Every. Single. Step. Giving up, you slid down the door, crying hysterically. You brought your knees up to your chest, hiding your face.

"Ah! there you are," Natasha said, looking around the corner, taking in your crying form she rushed to your side. "My love, don't cry. I'm not going to hurt you," she said, sitting next to you.

"I want Wanda," you sobbed out.

"She gone, love." You looked up at her with teary eyes,"What do you mean she gone!" You said voice breaking, knowing natashas cruel ways. "Dead," she said in a sickly sweet tone, brain flicking back to sending out a team while you were asleep. You sobbed harded. "you bitch!"

"I know, my love, I missed you, I'm truly sorry for everything, Wanda, though not at all she was in the way," she cooed while pushing her body close to yours "why are you doing this? You've hurt me enough. You cheated on me!" Your voice was a mess. "And now Wanda!" Your voice raised.

"Why can't you leave me be?!"

"Y/n, I love you, I'm so sorry. It was all a mistake. I've been going crazy this past few months. Please y/n I need you!" Her voice was laced with desperation. You could tell she was truly sorry. Her words gave you some type of comfort. It felt like you weren't enough for her, but now it was like you were. It felt like a massive hole had been filled. Back then, you always craved Natasha's validation, receiving it felt amazing. She had done terrible things, but you just couldn't help to fall for her again. Despite the cruel killing she just ordered on your lover, you couldn't help but sightly lean on her. Looking back on it, it felt you used Wanda as a distraction. So blinded by hurt and anger.

"Please baby, I need you," Natasha whipsered out tears forimg. All you could manage was a little nod. "Is that a yes?"

"Yes," your voice was barely above a whipser. There was no point in fighting her. She was too powerful. Your body missed her embrace. Now, in her full presence, you realized how much you yearned for her.

"I'll better, I promise baby," she whipsered sincerely, supporting you while you cried out your heart. Leaving kisses all over your head. You glimpses at the vulnerability in her gaze, the walls she built again, crumbling down as she curls up beside you. Natasha wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a cocoon of warmth and safety. Her touch is tender, as if trying to convey all the love and reassurance she's capable of. She buries her face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in, finding solace in your presence. Soft whispers escape her lips, a chorus of apologies and promises. "I'm here for you, always. I'll do whatever it takes to heal your wound hearts." In this moment, the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you as you seek solace within each other's embrace. Natasha's restless fingers glide along your arm, tracing invisible patterns as a silent testament to her devotion.

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Pt.3 is in the works I hope you enjoyed!

@alianovnasposts @badbitchrebequinha

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[idyat]

Request: HANK FLUFF PLEASE *PUTS A BLANK CARD ON THE TABLE*

Hank x Reader

Night Owl

Summary: Everyone knew Hank did not need sleep. That wasn't your case.

WARNINGS:

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"What time is it?"

They asked themselves as they groggily walked to the half broken (but still functional) clock in the hallway.

"3 am? Maybe THAT explains why I can't go back to sleep."

Indeed, they had woken up to mysterious circumstances in the middle of the night and despite still being tired as shit, fallikg back to sleep revealed to be a real pain in the ass.

But, actually, it wasn't all that bad of a situation. All thanks to the ex-dreamland visitor's brilliant idea of giving Hank Wimbleton a visit in his bedroom.

Now, anyone else would have been frivolous at the thought of waking up Hank Motherfucking Wimbleton at 3 am. This particular person however, could allow themselves that as they, against all disrespected laws of the Universe, managed to make this genocidal maniac feel anything other than ungodly rage. A feeling he thought themselves was lost forever.

(That's love, if you were wondering.)

Also, Hank did not need any sleep whatsoever, he largely prefered to stay up all night doing whatever they do at this time.

As the sleepy person already knew all this, they knocked on their bedroom door making sure to say who it was out loud. They heard some shuffling and footsteps before seeing the door open to their partners glowing red goggles tilting his head to the side.

"I woke up and can't go back to sleep, can I stay with you for a bit?"

He nodded and stepped to the side to let them get in while still leaving the inside of the bedroom as hidden as possible from the outside world.

Hank's room was far from cosy. As soon as you'd enter it would feel like an unheated house in the artic, and the plethora of weapons, despite being well organised, didn't make the already pretty empty room feel any more reassuring to most people.

The room owner's lover didn't mind though, as they simply went to the rarely used, medical looking bed to sit down, followed by their muderous partner.

"Are you okay with me laying here while you do your stuff?"

He nodded, but there was something wrong. Hank looked droopy, almost dissapointed, a harsh contrast to his usually "stern" self.

"Are you alright? Do you want anything else? I can leave if you want."

He immediately got more agitated with those last words. Once again, quite a funny attitude for the most wanted man in the state. After waving his hands in a 'nonono it's okay' motion, they jusy stood there before finally opening their arms wide.

"Oooh, do you want to cuddle?"

Another nod, and they laughed before pulling their lover on the bed (which was not easy. This motherfucker is a whole tank by themself). It was rare for Hank to actually ask for physical affection, so his simppartner definitely wouldn't let this oportunity pass.

He lied down on the bed with their lover on top. Said bed didn't have any pillow so they took that job himself. He could feel them pressing up against his tittiestorso and work their magic of making this cold-blooded killer feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

His body, however, was not warm. At all. Conscious of this, Hank tried to limit any contact with skin, letting the thick layers of clothing do the job for them. Unfortunately, this would not go unnoticed.

"Hey, why are you only letting me touch your clothes?" He almost jumped at the sudden question. Their lover looking up at him.

"Is it because you're cold?" They could see their big cat lover turn his head in shame at that, which made them feel a tinge of guilt when they giggled.

"Hey, don't worry about that. A bit of freshness from time to time is nice."

At their words, Hank immediately went back to cuddling with no holding back this time. Craddling his love in their arms, rubbing circles in their back with his rough hands.

They were starting to fall back asleep at this point. Hugging back at the comforting mass of their boyfriend chest. But right before they fell completely unconcious, they heard something.

"Good night."

Hank's voice was rough. Strained, dark and metallic. But in this very moment, it was just as gentle and protecting as a parents embrace. Kind of like the one he had on them right now.

With one last smile, they drifted back into their slumber.

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🚫🚫🚫VISITING HANK J WIMBLETONS ROOM At 3 AM!!!!!!(GONE WRONG) (DON'T DO THIS)😱😱😱😱💯💯💯(GOOGLE GIFT CARD GIVEAWAY)

#madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #madcom hank x reader #madness combat hank #hank j wimbleton #madness combat hank x reader #hank j wimbleton x reader #hank x reader #madcom hank #mc hank #MC hank x reader

[gardenergulfie]

WE’RE SEEING HC!FALSE’S HIDDEN LAB AND ITS DESTROYED?? THE HIDDEN STAIRS COLLAPSED???

Cant tell if it looks the same to the Lab seen in Empires False’s dream but it does look familiar

WAIT THE PURPLE BEACON WAS ALSO IN EMPIRES FALSE’S DREAM

“She did quite the number on this place” SO IT WAS DESTROYED WHEN E!FALSE BROKE OUT????

HC!FALSE KEPT E!FALSE HIDDEN UNDER THE HERMITS NOSES THIS WHOLE TIME??? GIRLYPOP WTF

“I dont need a lab anymore it was mostly just to hold her-” Girl thats not a lab thats a prison. Also glad we know that now! 

“-And a few other things” wait what?

“She destroyed the clock, fair enough.” WAIT DID E!FALSE HAVE TIME TRAUMA BEFORE THE LAB OR DID THE LAB GIVE HER TIME TRAUMA

“I dont think anyone survived here” THERE WERE MORE PEOPLE DOWN HERE??? ACTUAL PEOPLE??? FALSE DID YOU SMUGGLE ACTUAL PEOPLE INTO HERMITCRAFT TO WORK AT YOUR LAB???

DID E!FALSE FULLY MUDER SOME SCIENTISTS?? You know what good for her tbh

Ok wow what a lore drop! Still cant believe hc!False had a LAB with PEOPLE just IN HERMITCRAFT this whole time!!!

#mcyt #hermitcraft #falsesymmetry #empires smp #<- cause of e!False

[pocketramblr]

ok thanks vigs for throwing in:

manual is possibly a former sidekick of death arms? or they just happened to be working together when makoto called to invite them to the egg party, because they're in the same panel like the wwpc team or gang orca and his gang or fatgum and his partner, instead of by themselves like wash or edgeshot

(and if he was a former sidekick?? then possibly Uwabami, Ryukyuu, and Miruko all worked together also in which case, rip uwabami your agency is split apart and your two ex-partners go on to be top ten, and you... don't.) (if hes not then that means they just hang out :) which is nice)

Tensei Master Organizer, i guess, quickly takes over coordination at the sky egg. like, before they can even know they're really in trouble, he already has a control room? and he just brought extra idaten coms for everyone just in case?? dude missed his other calling in life i think. (also this makes him doing the work to set up an appoitment for his little brother 'lets try muder' tenya to get his exhaust pipes removed just for said little brother to waltz off into the woods and do it himself even funnier.) also, Tensei already suspects what CC is doing before the heroes have confirmation. and uh. also orders a metric ton of steel cables for jeanist in minutes??? how did he get that there.

manual as Man Most Put In Situations. there was absolutely no indication in canon that he knew Tensei, all we know is he saw the SF and imediately clocked afterwards that Tenya Was Gonna Try Murder, and intervined. vigs decided that they keep getting called to the same cases, meetings, and parties for no reason. Well, Tensei is clearly there for a reason (see above) but Manual?? i guess if its like Hosu he's just involving himself and regretting it every time, but still doing it again. love that for him. Man Puts Himself In Situations, But Only Kinda.

#picking through crumbs to decide what i want to use

[overfedvenison]

Rockman obeys the three laws of robotics and cannot bring harm to a human or, through inaction, allow a human to be harmed. Thus he would be the ideal person to defeat Scissorman, from the Clock Tower series, who is not a human but some kind of demon-muderer. But he would be entirely unable to do anything to the main character of Paperman (2012,) a generally law-abiding human.

[timingmatters]

honestly, i was so angry about how they handled everything regarding taylor kelly my beloved.

the show is full of copaganda and loves to ignore everything bad re police and athena. but since the very first time they introduced taylor in s2, they acted as if reporters and journalists are evil for simply standing by the truth and giving citizens correct information? taylor wanted to report that the 118 firefighters were dumb enough to eat something that a stranger baked for them and thus were high while on the clock. as a citizen of LA, i would be very invested in knowing if the people who are supposed to save me are drugged?? the show framed it as if the reputation of the 118 is more important that the safety of the LA citizens. what is it was a surgeon who got high and then went to operate on a patient????? what then?

athena herself told them that the police always throws away baked goods which they receive from people. they know about potential risks, meaning that the 118 station was showcasing a big case of naivety by eating those pot brownies. and still, taylor was framed some sort of devil for actually doing her job as she was supposed to lmao. it irked me that it was only pure plot convenience/plot armor that protected the others from real repercussions, too. nothing Bad™ or Serious™ happened during their calls that day, just so the audience can (a) giggle and (b) wave off any realistic concerns about drugged firefighters and (c) blindly accept the weird ass "journalism is bad" rhetoric. however, imagine if they actually lost lives that day because they were all too high to do their work properly. what then, huh? what then @ 911 writers? bobby and the others would have had to answer to the police in such a case, potentially facing real consequences, losing their jobs, etc.

the fact that they continued to frame taylor and journalism as bad just… really put me off. is that the hill that 911 wants to die on lol? as taylor said, what she thinks is most valuable is the truth (she practiced that principle with buck as well when she appreciated his honesty about him cheating and "trapping her" in the apartment). even if the truth can hurt, it's better than living a lie or never fully knowing what is or isn't true – she of all people knows that painfully well. this is why i haaated it when buck ended up breaking up with her because he could not accept that she will never stop fighting for the truth… that's such a major L imo.

she said she wanted to help others and keep them safe, and to her personally, knowing all the hard facts is helpful. and she is right!! having all the necessary information allows people to make decisions and stay safe – Covid and other diseases? natural disasters? traffic reports? muderer with a gun on the loose? we have newspapers and radios and tv news for a damn reason! to make things worse, buck lived in the shadow of his dead brother, and he suffered all his life because he did not know the truth about daniel, and his parents, and why they are how they are!! their (buck's and taylor's) approach to help others may be different, yes, but i think that was so compelling about them ngl. we know that buck is curious and enjoys playing detective (with taylor and in general), we know that he's been lied to all his life and suffered for it, we know he felt very guilty that he did not know that doug abused maddie (another big secret), we know buck is about not-pretending and being honest. in many ways, no matter if romantic or platonic, i think they had a very interesting foundation based on their respective background stories. that is why making taylor look like the bad person because she chose her integrity as a journalist and decided to share facts with the public leaves such a bad taste in my mouth. the citizens of LA that heard the news from her were probably very glad to be informed about some dangerous guy who killed people?! killing journalism only ever benefits people in powerful positions who try to hide shit just to look better or to avoid reasonable discourse in the public eye...

idk. sorry this got so long lmao! feel free to ignore, i just felt like ranting and your post about taylor inspired me. i love taylor kelly, and i love journalists who oftentimes risk their lives when they reveal and speak up against wrongdoings of powerful people. if buck cannot appreciate taylor kelly, i will ♥

idk. sorry this got so long lmao! feel free to ignore, i just felt like ranting and your post about taylor inspired me. i love taylor kelly, and i love journalists who oftentimes risk their lives when they reveal and speak up against wrongdoings of powerful people. if buck cannot appreciate taylor kelly, i will

I agree with you a lot!!! Although i dont think the show depics taylor or journalism as bad. I think it just depicts that Buck dislikes it. While I agree with everything you said, i also think that there is inherently a conflict of interests. Bucks’s job to is make people are safe first, and then have people deal with the emergency before deciding how they would want it to be made public. That’s 100% fair and valid. Taylor’s job is the opposite. Which is also fair and valid. I dont think the show portrays them (journalists) as bad. Just inconvenient and kinda annoying when they get in the way of them working (which happens irl!! And is a valid sentiment!!). I also agree things could have been worst if the 118 had been called to something more dangerous when they were high, but i dont think taylor was the bad guy. It was just portrayed that it wasn’t something that buck was looking for in terms of relationships. Which is fair!!! He wanted privacy and she can’t afford to give him privacy on all his stories when his job involves the public. He is not a bad guy for wanting that to be handled internally, and she is not a bad guy for wanting to expose such error. (And hey, the department did deal with that, asked them questions, and eventually found the person in charge. And since the beginning of their trip they were recognized and even handcuffed so they couldn’t hurt anyone, they did not actually get involved with emergencies when they were drugged. They were stopped).

My issue was not how the writing overall did taylor or their relationship. I think it was the ending I didn’t like. If Taylor, like when the drugs story happened, had stood her ground and THEN buck had broken up, i would have been completely fine with it. They were never gonna work, she was sure on who she was in regards to what is public information, and Buck realized that didn’t work for what he was looking for in someone. I think thats fine. He needs someone to understand sometimes the stories in his life need to be digested before talked about, and dating a journalist was not it. Both had a point and both deserved to go, and like a previous anon said, he needed to be the one to let go first for his arc. All fair. What pissed me off was that she was WILLING to change (which she didn’t have to) and willing to set new boundaries to appease him. And he still walked away. Which makes it go from “we dont work together and buck made the first step to let go” to “she loves him and is willing to keep changing herself to make it work whereas he has had a foot out the door since the beginning”. Their last fight was my issue. Because making her stand down just to be let go regardless felt very shitty to me. Just overall a shitty ending to her, where the ending could have given her more grace by making her not back down.

Listen i do love 911. All shows like this are copaganda, however i think is arguably to say not so much here. 911 is about firefighters and emergency responders first and foremost. A firefighter is NOT the same as a cop. Actually, multiple characters (like Buck) dont really like cops lmao. And they have showed multiple dirty cops. The show has made sure to note how is not one bad cop, but how the system is failed (like athena knowing those who almost shot her family were barely gonna be punished). The only time i have thought the copaganda was a little too much was the storyline of finding Emmett’s killer (because the guy arguably did more for the people than a cop ever could, and he wasn’t a danger to society anymore. Athena knew that, putting that guy in jail was purely for revenge which is icky. And he helped kids in need). The rest i think is fair to say that most of the time we don’t deal with cops in the show lmao Athena is usually there to help in the emergencies too. Let me be clear when i say there is levels of copaganda, but is not what the show is overall. Firefighters surely do deserve the love. And hey! I think is nuanced and well that the one cop on the show is a black woman (the community most negatively affected by cops) who became one BECAUSE cops didn’t do right by her people (like ignoring a black girl who disappeared when she was a child). The answer maybe is not to join the corrupted system, but multiple people have the mindset of “join them to change the system from within”. So its interesting that the only cop pov we have comes from that, not a blindly romanticization of cops. And i also give kudos that they never “corrected” May disliking cops. They said “she has many valid points” and respected it. Let’s give a little more credit to the show here on that front!!!!

I have made so many posts now but i really dont hate the writers for what they did with taylor, just how they ended it. Most of my posts have been me annoyed by the audience response to her character too more than the show itself lmao. Overall i did agree taylor and buck had to break up. I just hated how it happened bc it was disrespectful to what her character had been until then.

#911 fox #911 show #taylor kelly #evan buck buckely #not gonna tag athena bc ik it was not the main point here even if i talked about her

[thatthinginthemoss]

ya know in hunger games: catching fire with the clock that has a new danger every hour?

that’s 2020

#2020 #hunger games catching fire #catching fire #hunger games #muder clock #we gonna die b

[scully-loves-ruthie]

One time he made a bad joke about pms

Hey my dudes (slides back into the fandom like I haven't been MIA for like 2 years, let alone written anything) I've been trying to be more active these days and have even started writing again. I'm answering some very old prompts from my inbox and working on a long bit of something. Anyway, it's good to be back. Hope you like this!

Thump, Thump, Wack!  The pounding on the door growing more intense with each hurtle the beast’s body delivers.  Mulder's back is pressed firmly against the other side of the door, his dress shoes digging for stability in the burnt orange motel carpet.  Scully splayed against him her arms shoving into the door while adding her body weight against his to stop the impending break in.  Their foreheads touch as each breath shimmies out of their lips arduous, biting back panic.

“I told you not to go out there Mulder.  There’s nothing good waiting for us in the woods at 3am!”  She shakes the hair off her brow pressing her body harder against his as the beast on the other side is making haste of the door frame.  “Now we’ve got a rabid animal trying to maul us to death all because you had a hunch!”

“I’m pretty sure my hunch was right Scully!”  His voice growing panicked and somehow confident at the same time.  “I told you there was a werewolf out there, that we just needed to draw him out, and look we did!  We just need to hold on a little longer till the sun rises and we’ll be left with the poor son of a bitch who’s cursed with this beastly affliction!”

Crack! The top of the door is splitting.

“Shit.”  Scully whispers frantic and strained into the buttons of his dress shirt.  “It’s not a werewolf Mulder.  It’s some sort of animal, a wolf perhaps, clearly rapid or going through some sort of psychosis, and you went out there and antagonized it!”  She pressed harder against his body melding her frame into his just so, the hands of a clock coming together.  Sure, this wasn’t the time to be arguing about whether or not it was actually a werewolf, but years of near-death scrapes, and side long glances in the pursuit of greater chaos really afforded them the ability to bicker anywhere.

“You know Scully” He breathes deep pulling loose strands of her hair up from the top of her head with his middle of the night scruff.  “I really thought my biggest problem this week was going to be getting ready to watch you surf the crimson wave, but somehow we managed to one up even that great causality.

Snap! The doorframe is almost broken down now.  Mulder’s feet scrape and slide beneath him as Scully pushes with everything she’s got to hold the interloper at bay.

“Mulder, I told you I don’t like it when you track my cycle.”  Her words spit out through gritted teeth.

Mulder kisses the top of her head as he feels the door shake loose from its hinges.  “You and the moon Scully, my two best girls.”

“Don’t call me a girl Muder!”  The words fall forward the same time as them, landing unceremoniously on top of the now broken door outside their motel just as the sun begins to streak across the morning sky.

“Sorry, my best lady” He whispers as she lets her body go slack succumbing to the rush of adrenaline from the onslaught and now being full press horizontal on top pf Mulder as they both pant from exhaustion.   “My woman.”  He laments as he drags his nose across her cheek and rises to his feet.  He pulls her up, the two surveying their surroundings for their attacker.  Instead, there is no one to be found just the faint sound of howling and crazed laughter on the horizon.

#xfiles fanfic #my fic #look I finally wrote something again #i've missed you guys

[mt-words]

Ranboo is one of the most successful L’manburg presidential candidates ever and he never even officially ran.

Let’s look at his campaign goals and promises.

Values-

• Primes- reached most subbed to twitch streamer.

• Clout- see above.

• Women- respects all the female streamers on the SMP.

• Funny- obviously.

• Banger tweets- has publicly murdered multiple people with sass.

• Sam- self explanatory.

Type of Government-

• Whichever one works :) - having a government never worked out well for L’manburg and now they don’t have one, so… I call that a win.

Outlaw-

• Arson- our first failure. To be fair his chances weren’t great.

• Tommy- exile.

• Racism- L’manburg is gone now and can therefore no longer be racist if it tried.

• No childenrrren- I’ve never seen a childenrrren, have you? Didn’t think so, that’s a success.

• Killing pets/ Sapnap- Since L’manburg is no longer a place (crater doesn’t count) Sapnap can’t go there anymore, therefore he’s been effectively outlawed.

• Boats just for Dream because he needs to learn how to walk- When was the last time you saw Dream in a boat? Guarantee it has been at least two months.

• Heart attacks- no one has had one since he joined the SMP.

• Ranboob- Tommy is a variable, this goal is doomed to failure.

Relaw-

• Untax Niki- She’s no longer being taxed.

• Ranboo day- I mean, it hasn’t not happened? It could be coming up?

• Techno shack- made a shack next to Techno’s house.

• Accidental muder- has been committed and gone unpunished multiple times, seems relawed to me.

• Make Big Q’s clothes mandatory- He showed up to the Disk War finale naked, unfortunately that’s a failure.

o And Dream too- depends on if this is in reference to him changing his skin or not wearing armor.

General Promises

• Recrown Eret King- yep.

• National Anthem will now be a mix of all star and ymca- strike four, I don’t think I can stretch this one.

• New Flag- strike five.

• Beach episode- the pirate treasure hunt.

• GIVE TECHNO SOME FRIENDS- He has Philza, Ranboo, and Niki now. It’s a good start.

• Make a bank- It’s being worked on.

Goals

• Kill Georgenotfound- I don’t think he’s done this? Correct me if he has.

• Punt Tommy- again, was involved in him being outlawed.

• Give Philza Elytra- failed so far, but it looks like it will happen when he dies. So.

• Give Fundy a dad- Eret sort of adopted him? It didn’t really get followed up on.

• Give Tubbo bees- he did get a hive.

• Somehow make Wilbur even more dead- is currently trying to kill Dream so Wilbur and Schlatt can never come back.

• Find Sally and figure out how the heck THAT happened- failed, but to be fair I’m not sure even Wilbur knows.

• PROTECT THE L’MANTREE- This aged poorly.

• Make TECHNO swear- close but not yet.

• MAKE PURPLED ORANGE- The egg messes with colors, we’ll see?

• Give Tommy his view- they’re making a tower with a great view of the Prison.

• Tax Punz- don't think this has happened yet.

• GIVE GEORGE AN ALARM CLOCK- can’t be done, the universe would break.

• Give Eret some rest- they took a break for a while.

• LET TECHNO AND NIKI SPEAK- they both have room to talk with the Syndicate

• Make new explosives- nukes.

• Enable rain- it has been fixed.

• MAKE MUFFIN A CURSE- multiple streamers on the Dream SMP use muffin to swear now.

• MAKE GEORGE FOUND- George is doing Lore now?!?

Get Money- is now one of the richest members of the server.

• Pyramid scheme/ Girl scout ccokkjgiers- can you prove he hasn’t?

• BAKERY THAT ONLY STEALS MONEY- Ice cream shop, but close enough.

• MERCH- has made merch.

Speech promises-

• Be a better president than any previous by not being in the smp- failed on the day he made the speech. I guess his promises were just too good.

#some of these are scarily specific #like the make new explosives? #I completely forgot about that! #And there are still more goals he could accomplish #the list isn't done yet #maybe i'll update this when everything is completed or impossible to complete #ranboo 2021 #ranboo #l'manburg #ranboo for president #dream smp #mt's words #ranboo appreciation

[imaginefanganronpas]

May I have SDRA2 murders gone wrong? As in, "Hajime misjudges how tiny Yuri is in comparison to him and accidentally knocks himself out with anesthetic" or "Emma forgets to lock the freezer door and now people are wondering why there are two Kokoros at the same time".

I have seen the exact same prompt over at @danganfanganimagines already (Give them a follow btw, they are pretty great), so I assume that you are the same anon, even the idea with Yuri being too short is the same one. ^^ Of course I’ll do this one for you, it was quite the funny image! ^^ I hope you enjoy it!

Only used case 1 and 2 though, because I somewhat know what is going on in them.

SDRA2 Muders gone horribly wrong (Spoiler warning for the first two cases!)

-Hajime had made a mistake with drinking two glasses of his own

-He wasn’t drunk yet, just a little tipsy, but he wouldn’t let that chance pass. Yuri was blackout drunk, he would be able to do it

-He ‘helped’ to bring Yuri home, when in reality he brought him to the bell tower, where he already started with his plan

-He placed Yuri on the ground, the missile backpack flying off his shoulders and landing next to Hajime

-He didn’t feel right about this, but it was the only possible way

-And he had to make sure that Yuri didn’t wake up until morning

-So he prepared the syringe with  anesthetic, ready to send Yuri sleeping for another few hours

-What he didn’t calculate into the whole situation was the fact that his stance was a little wobbly and that the missile backpack was still near him

-It happened what had to happen. He stepped on the backpack, slipped up, fell forward and accidentally rammed the needle into his own arm, landing face first next to a Yuri who was blissfully unaware of everything happening around him

-”Wait, fuck, no-” Was the last thing he said, and even then, his words were already slurred, barely able to take the syringe out of his arm before he clocked out, head falling next to Yuri’s

-The next morning Monocrow found them still asleep with Yuri cuddling with Hajime

-Excellent blackmail material for Mikado

———————

-And then there was Emma

-She thought about everything, even prepared the perfect disguise

-What she didn’t think about was closing the refrigerator door completely

-So, of course, Kokoro noticed the slit and moved, which was quite hard for her, kicking the door open and crawling outside, sighing in relief. Emma wasn’t there, thankfully. She was probably with the others

-She wasn’t too happy about her finger gone, but there wasn’t anything she could do. She should still meet up with the others. It wasn’t safe to be alone anymore

-So, she put on some clothes and headed where she expected the others to meet

-And she was right, everyone was there…… including herself?

-Yeah, apparently she was already there with everyone, causing her to blink, before concluding what was going on

-The other Kokoro looked over and the original could have sworn she saw all the colour drain from the copies face, her eyes widening

-It was at that moment that Emma knew she completely screwed up and was now in danger

-Kokoro could see how her copie mouthed something, something along the lines of “Fuuuuuuuuuccckkkkk….”

-And of course that got everyone’s attention

-Needless to say that everyone was very confused, Yuki looking from one Kokoro to the other, already getting a headache: “Wait…. T-two Kokoro’s???”

-Kanade thought Kokoro might have a twin too, which Hibiki quickly scolded her for

-And then Syobai dropped the bomb and was like: “Nah, that’s Emma. Isn’t it obvious?”

-And everyone lost their minds

-Emma screwed majorly up, just because she didn’t check if the refrigerator door was fully closed

#sdra2 #sdra2 spoilers #super danganronpa another 2 #hajime makunouchi #yuri kagarin #emma magorobi #kokoro mitsume #hibiki otonokoji #kanade otonokoji #syobai hashimoto #yuki maeda #my writing #funny #fail

[the-marty-mcfly-timeline]

Gay Scale of Pop Punk™️

Palaye Royale: 1. On the scale, probably not super gay but definitely thinks about shirtless Brad Pitt a fucking lot, but like doesn’t everyone? Right? Probably says “I’m not gay, but if I was...”. Like a straight person could create that aesthetic out of pirates, red and My Chemical Romance. Takes Queer Eye advice to heart. Could be a 5 if they admitted they’re not straight.

Panic! At the Disco: 2. Not as gay as they claim. They used to be super gay. Basically Ryan was the gayest one and everyone else just went with it. Probably loves Fight Club, but not because of Brad Pitt. It gave them a gun kink which they hide by dressing like circus freaks. Chuck Palahniuk is their gay culture. Has been through every type of phase. Loves the 70’s and just wants a chill weed hippie vibe but needs to stay relevant. Watched Rocky Horror once. Now they're just sad and alone and trying not to OD. Partying and cheap suits.

Arctic Monkeys: 3. Not really gay but somewhat bicurious. Edgy but now he looks like the old dude from Glow. Seriously considered the 70’s weed dealer look for like a week. Makes shit up for views. Dances like a dad. Clock Work Orange gays, it gave Alex Turner a crime kink which he hides through alternating leather, denim and suits

All Time Low: 3.5. Not inherently gay but also the weird place where bisexuality and Bi-curiosity start to be the same. Supports the hell out of lesbians. “Hold my beer while I jump off the roof” culture. Hurt deeply and drowning but in a chill way. Still calls things “Gucci”, doesn’t know what the “Gucci gang” is but still uses it even though Urban Dictionary didn’t tell them. #Squad

Weezer: 4. Bi culture. Sad weed smoking and being awkward. Whoops my girlfriends a lesbian. The end part of Undone when they're both singing two different parts of a song that has no definable pronouns. Also, rarely any pronouns in their songs. Thank God For Girls is solidarity

Metro Station: 4.5. She Likes Girls is so good and they're true allies. Shake It goes super hard y'all are just cowards

The 1975: 5. Doesn't define their sexuality but very clearly loves girls. "One Direction paved the way for the Beatles". Their goal in life is Harry Styles. Palaye could very clearly beat them out if they just admitted Dr. Frank N Furter turned them on

Black Kids: 6. Im Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You was so much solidarity between her and her brother. Seriously. It was in Jennifer’s Body too. Plus it was 80's synth pop

Cobra Starship, The Academy Is... and Gym Class Heroes: 7. Yeah like a fuckin straight person wrote Snakes On A Plane. Hot Mess is gay culture and so is One Day Robots Will Cry,, Gabe Saporta is doing so good now,, baby boy and evil. Travie McCoy is such a good guy I fucking trust him so much he can do anything. William Beckett? Y'all even heard His Guy Friday, plus that song he did with Ryan Ross? Him as a person tho? Most non-triumphant, he can’t sit with us

Fall Out Boy: 8. Definitely gay. Has admitted they’re bi, but still very attached to one romance for 10 years. Parties but sad parties you reminisce about for a long time. Probably would not be wearing a shirt or pants if those were not required to enter Pizza Hut. Ate weed and eyeliner one time. Pretends to be a cool chic edgy person, but in reality still a gremlin.

Paramore: 9. Sad, misses the 80's back when they weren't alive. Sad lesbian and sad queer friends culture. Misery Business is a boyfriend stealing anthem for everyone. Just wants things to be okay. Bubble gum, neon punk culture at its core. Futch culture for guys, gals and nb pals. Never had a solid hair color for more than 10 minutes. A mess but a cool funky superb one. If Tan France would wear it then it’s good enough for them.

My Chemical Romance: 10. Red eye shadow is for the gays. There is no way a straight person has those kinks, that aesthetic and fucking wrote those albums. Gerard Way probably went down on Bert McCracken and hates his dad. The Used is also in this category, but that’s more of a horny sad gay, rather than a muderous one

Green Day: 11. Y'all I shouldn't even have to explain. Green Day is gay as hell just like everything else Billie Joe Armstrong does. Also, piss kinks. Billie is a dumb butch and his wife is such a fucking goddess. Dookie is bi culture. Has 40 different versions of something but only uses the same one.

The Killers: 12. Transcends the scale, but keeps it on the down low. Has had so many failed straight relationships even tho they know they’re gay, they just can’t let go of the past. It’s laughable to think Andy You’re A Star, Bones, Mr. Brightside, Somebody Told Me and Where the White Boys Dance are heterosexual in anyway. Falls in love with the worst people. Makes bad decisions about who they fall for and fully accepts it. Had one dramatic thing going that ended in prison and won’t admit that they haven’t loved since. Is so tired, and just wants to stop running but can’t commit to anything. Knows how every past relationship failed and exactly how they could fix it but that’s not happening ever. The American Dream ruined them too, but in a different way where they’ve always been disappointed and hollow.

#palaye royale #panic! at the disco #arctic monkeys #all time low #weezer #metro station #the 1975 #cobra starship #gym class heroes #the academy is... #fall out boy #paramore #my chemical romance #green day #the killers #mick speaks #this is so dumb but here we are #i guess this is pop punk #gay scale of pop punk-ish #y’all took this dumbass joke so fuckin far #i made this before williams bull shit so

[angelwaters1704]

Making Performance 2 Final Blog Post

When starting the process of our Titanic piece we had a lot of key themes, ideas and issues. We started with the idea of having drowning as our key theme because we could use that to our advantage with visuals and direction but after a few conversations with our tutor we decided that the theme drowning is a very broad subject that needed to be cut down so we focused on one specific theme and idea. For the next week we met a couple of times to decide on our theme, which is were we came up with death and  but after trying to explore that idea it still didn’t sit right with us, so after a while we combined all of our ideas and came up with the theme and idea of loss because even though our characters didn’t die the night the titanic sank, our characters all lost a part of them self in one way or another.

Owen McCafferty’s play Titanic is set in a courtroom with a lot of characters coming in and out to be questioned. My group and I decided that we would also want to set our piece in a courtroom with one person questioning all the witnesses from all different angles of the titanic sinking. Through our meetings and class times my group discussed doing a lot of visuals that we would use throughout our piece including the motif of water and the use of a candle to show our theme of loss. With our motifs we had a lot of creative vision for our piece and they all worked really well within our piece but because we had it set in a courtroom some ideas didn’t make sense but we used enough for our motif of water, when it came to the motif of the candle we decided to start our piece with a candle that we blow out and to end our piece with a candle that we blow out to show the theme of loss and a sense of connection between all of our characters.

We had a lot of creative breakthroughs within our process of our piece, to me I feel that our biggest breakthrough was when we found our theme of loss. When we found that everything clicked into place, we found more visual ideas for our motif of water and we also found the symbol for the candle making it a motif to show that a light went out in all of us that night even though none of our characters died.

When it came to the dramaturgical decisions we used a lot of lightings to convey our meanings and themes. At the start of our performance we all (apart from the two lawyers) had no lights on and were seen from the candle light before it was blown so straight from the beginning we had the theme of loss by having a part of us blown out. From there the two lawyers had their main lights on when questioning the witnesses to show power and authority whilst the witnesses on the stand all had a spotlight to show the guilt, fear and interrogation of what happened. My group and I used the candle light again at the end to show the final loss after the audience had heard all of the different stories of the night in question.

The play Titanic by Owen has a drama and history genre because of the questioning of the characters that were on the Titanic to find what exactly happened that night and who and what was responsible the night of the disaster. Owen McCafferty is originally from Belfast in Ireland who got inspired to create a play to hear the survivors stories of what happened and who was responsible the night the Titanic sank.

Titanic, too, has its base and selfish figures (the capitalist Cal Hockley, his man-servant Lovejoy, and White Star executive Bruce Ismay)

At 11.40pm on 14 April 1912, the RMS Titanic, on its maiden voyage from Southampton to New York, struck an iceberg. At 2.20am the following morning, the ship sank. 1,517 people died.

In response to the disaster the British Government ordered an immediate inquiry and Lord Mersey was appointed commissioner. The British Wreck Commissioner's Inquiry sat from 2 May to 3 July 1912. It took testimony from 97 witnesses.

Owen McCafferty's Titanic retells the survivors' stories, using dialogue taken word-for-word from the hundred-year-old accounts.

Titanic will provide ‘true lies’ about the past in order to bring us closer to that remote era than mere facts, documents and salvaged artefacts ever could.

https://youtu.be/_xKDRmhp6lQ - survivor interviews

The Titanic lies 12,600 feet underwater. The ruins of the Titanic lie nearly 2.5 miles beneath the surface of the ocean, approximately 370 miles off the coast of Newfoundland, Canada. The ship broke in two, and the gap between the bow and the stern is about 2,000 feet in the sea bed

The iceberg that hit the ship may have jutted out 100 feet above water. The iceberg that the Titanic collided with is speculated to have been anywhere from 50 to 100 feet above water. The entire iceberg is believed to have been between 200 and 400 feet long.  

Over half the people on board could have survived if all of the space available on the lifeboats was used.

Only three of Titanic's four funnels worked. The robust ship's four funnels were partially for show -- only three of the funnels ejected soot. The other was merely used for ventilation purposes and added a certain majestic aesthetic to the ship.

The first lifeboat was released an hour after the iceberg struck. It may seem like common sense for a ship to immediately release safety lifeboats upon hull breach. The Titanic, however, did not release its first lifeboat until an entire hour elapsed.

The ship carried 2,223 passengers and crew. Of the 2,223 people aboard the Titanic, 1,517 did not survive the collision with the iceberg. The ship was not even at full capacity -- it could hold more than 3,500 people.

The ship was just under 900 feet long. The Titanic measured 882 feet and 9 inches in length, making it the biggest vessel of its time. Today, the largest cruise ship is Royal Caribbean's Symphony of the Seas, clocking in at nearly 1,200 feet long.

The ship burned an estimated 825 tons of coal per day. The Titanic was far from a light craft, weighing some 46,000 tons. This behemoth of a vessel burned a reported 825 tons of coal per day in 159 furnaces that heated 29 boilers.

Less than a third of all people aboard the ship survived. Only 705 of the 2,223 passengers and crew members made it back home. Some 61% of the passengers who survived were first-class guests. Less than 25% of third-class passengers survived.

This semester we watched two different live performances:

The first was a show called ‘Shakesqueer’ by Tom Marshman. Tom Marshman used a lot of techniques to create his online performance, one technique that was used was camera movements and angles to create his creative vision. He also told his story not only through one camera but a hidden one on the other side of his clothes which also had a mirror effect to reflect on the different sides of the story. The way he told the story with the different angles and camera movements and effects, it made me feel a part of his journey and also his closet of clothes. There were a lot of deeper meanings in the show which I loved because they made the show a lot more interesting than it already was when you noticed them, Tom also used a comedy effect to convey his deeper meaning. Us as a group took influence with the different camera angles and movement from Tom Marshmans piece.

The second show was called ‘Sherlock and Homes’ by the theatre company Shark Teeth. I really enjoyed this piece of theatre because it explored the different ways we can work with an online performance in today's day and age. The company used a lot of breakout rooms and their chatbox to get the audience involved and make it fun. Shark Teeth’s piece was a murder investigation and we the audeince had to figure out who was guilty for the muder. They combined a lot of stories and reasons to make it more playful. My group and I took influence from this piece, not necessarily in the fun of it but in a way to make it more interesting and to keep the audience engaged with facial expressions and the way some characters speak to get their point and story across.

Another online performance we used took influence from was from a performance last semester that used shadows to create the creative vision. As soon as one of my group members brought it up we all knew straight way that we wanted to use it to create chaos and dramatic content.

Throughout the process of creating our titanic piece I had a lot of visual ideas to bring the piece to life but I found it very hard to communicate my ideas when it came to writing the script so my group and I decided to “assign” job roles that but we would all have a say in every bit of the roles throughout. My weaknesses throughout the whole process was communication with my group about how I was feeling. I also feel that communication was and is something that we could have worked on as there were some disagreements and miscommunication in our group. I feel that despite our differences one of our group strengths was that we worked well together and got through it and put on the best performance we could. My personal strength in the performance I felt I used my voice well for my character because of her status in society at that time, I felt as though I used the dramatic triangle well in the sense of one of the voice over in the last bit, Lady Duff Gordon and the audience knew something no one else knew.

If I could go back and do the whole experience again I would try and communicate better with my group and also push a lot more of my ideas as most of them were dismissed because it ‘didn’t’ fit the writer's intentions.

During the process of Titanic I learnt a lot especially when it comes to group work, but also a lot about camera angles and movement. I have learnt to not be afraid of trying things like delivering a line with a different eye line and how to create an intense piece on an online platform.

Flipgrid videos

https://flipgrid.com/c2034044

https://flipgrid.com/5bdacef7

https://flipgrid.com/dca59a75

I chose these flipgrid videos because they played a very big part in our piece. My group and I used a lot of the clips in our main piece to create the creative vision we wanted. We used these clips because we played a lot with the water motif and I feel that it brought our characters more to life.

Social Media Page link:

https://www.instagram.com/titanicbathspa/

Bibliography

http://owenmccafferty.com/

http://owenmccafferty.com/titanic

https://www.dramaonlinelibrary.com/person?docid=person_mcCaffertyOwen

https://www.theguardian.com/stage/2012/may/02/titanic-scenes-wreck-inquiry-review

https://www.irishtimes.com/culture/music/2.681/titanic-scenes-from-the-british-wreck-commissioner-s-inquiry-1912-1.512907 (Crawley, 2012)

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The korean dramas I’m watching. Plus the World Cup issue.

I think I had the same problem last year around this time. There’s just too many entertaining dramas and I’m having a really hard time keeping up. I’ve started watching ten of the dramas currently airing. They’re too many for sure (I usually only watch three or four). I know that and of course I don’t have enough time to watch all of them  plus even if I could manage and even if I’m really obsessed with dramas that’s not all I do with my time so I’ve definitely left a few on hold to watch as a marathon on weekends.

In past posts I shared my thoughts on Rich Man, Suits and Wok of love. On top of that I’ve started watching The Undatables, Sketch, What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim, About time, Investigation Couple, Miss Hammurabi  and Lawless Lawyers. To be perfectly honest none of the dramas I’m watching are particularly good but they’re all really fun to watch. Since I already talked about the first three I’m only gonna talk about the rest.

What’s wrong with secretary Kim is a rom-com based on a webtoon that makes me remember the 2002 movie Two weeks notice. Similarly to the movie, this drama starts when Park Seo Joon’s character is notified by his secretary (Park Min Young) that she will be leaving the company. He decides that is unacceptable and he will do what ever it takes to stop it from happening. Honestly this is just my kind of drama. Yes it is clichéd but it’s witty and well done. Even if it’s only on it’s first week it is already my favorite drama right now.

About time. This drama is another rom-com with a sci-fi spin to it. I had high hopes for this in the first week but somehow the course that they’re taking is not what I was hoping for. Having said that it’s funny and sometimes heartwarming. Loving Lee Sang Yoon and Lee Sung Kyung together. The story is about a girl that sees the time people have left to live including her own. Problem is she only has a few months to live but when she finds a guy that happens to stop her clock she decides she needs to get close to him so she can stay alive a bit longer.

Lawless lawyers. I’m a huge Jun Ki fan so I was gonna watch this drama for sure but it turned out to be a pretty interesting one. It’s a legal thriller drama with a splash of romance. A boy watches her mother’s muder and when he grows up he comes back to his home town to make sure the people responsable end up in jail.

Miss Hammurabi. The last time I watched Go Ara and Infinite’s L I kind of hated their dramas so I really wanted to love this drama and I do...at times. First of all I love Myungsoo’s (L) character. I think he’s sweet but Go Ara’s character just makes me think she has been doing the same character for her last two dramas. It’s another drama about judges and even though it touches interesting subjects and tries to portray different views I still think it ends up more often than not being cheesy. I actually get upset in almost every episode but at the same time I’m really looking forward to watch the rest of it.

Sketch. It’s another sci-fi action drama about a girl that dreams about murders and tries to prevent them from happening. This JTBC drama marks the comeback of Rain to dramaland. I’ve only watched 3 episodes of this one but so far it’s interesting although sometimes the decision making of the character drives me mad.

The undateables. Nam Goong Min and Hwang Jung Eum star this rom-com about a former athlethe turned match maker and a museum director that put their brains together to make sure a list of undateables end up with a partner. In the process they’ll get to know each other and most probably end up falling for each other. Choi Tae Joon also appears on this one. If I had never watched She was pretty and Lucky Romance, I would’ve been raving about how funny this drama is but because I have seen those I can’t help thinking how Hwang Jung Eum is playing the same kind of character again and even when the character is different it ends up feeling like you’ve already watch something like this before.

Investigation couple. This legal foresic drama reminds me of several american tv series about the relationship between prosecutors and the forensic unit with a korean spin of course. A new eager prosecutor with good intentions has to handle an excentric but genius forensic doctor.

The World Cup issue.

So unless you are living under a rock you probably know the football (soccer) world cup starts next week. That’s a great thing for football fans around the globe but it’s totally making me panic. On one hand since I’m watching so many dramas I’m really gonna hate it if the broadcasting stations stops airing dramas because there’s a game or a football related program. For example last week It’s dangerous beyond the covers (the variety show) announced it would come back in a month. If they do that with a drama I’m gonna lose it.

On the other hand I really don’t know how I’m going to manage to watch this many dramas and watch the world cup. I really don’t want to give up either. Four years ago I was only watching a few dramas a year so it was no big deal but now that I’m so into them it’s different. I think this month will be full of making tough choices.

#0706218 #jtbc #tvn #korean dramas #kdramas #mbc #sbs #hwang jung eum #lee jun ki #rain #nam goong min #park min young #park seo joon #infinite #L #go ara #world cup

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▓ ▌Name: Malina Dayton/ Project M-19 xx ▓ ▌ Birth name: Karolina.Dean; Kravid ▓ ▌ Aliases: Lucy Summers, Danika, Linda Vinters ▓ ▌Age: 17 ▓ ▌D.O.B: 07/01 ▓ ▌Species: Scientifically engineered Bionic Human ▓ ▌Birth Place: Southern California ▓ ▌Hair Color: Blonde || Eye Color: Grey Blue ✧FACE CLAIMS✧ Main: Virginia Gardner (Teen) || Eliza Taylor (Older) Alt: Danika Yarosh (Teen) || Claire Holt (Older)

BIO

Malina is a product of the super tech company known as Renatus and one of their secret experiments. Created in the under ground labs of renatus known as the ‘crypt’ with others like her she is a scientifically altered or more presumably known as a designer baby. Being the first of her kind Project M-19 xx was carried by a surrogate unlike her fellow bionic humans that came before her. She along with other were in project -End a secret project planned and orchestrated by Erika Kravid the CEO of renatus enterprises and an enemy of all ‘Evolved or Evo kind.’

With the genius of Douglas Dayton who created her conception, and Leslie Kravid who would later provide her body as a surrogate to assist in her sisters goals for a brave new world. However what Douglas and Leslie once believed to be a cause for good to save a dying earth turned out to be something far more sinister. The plan would not cost only 19’s life but the lives of countless others born with abilities who were also innocent. Erika’s plan was for Leslie to birth her a child weapon, the perfect solider to stand against a threat to her ‘perfect world’ and with Douglas Dayton’s scientific expertise along with his creation of the first ‘bionic chip’ Erika would have complete control over her ‘operative’.

Born on July first to Leslie who was being held captive in renatus labs by her sister the baby was split from her mother less than a week of being with her and put through rigorous and painful tests, and simulations done by Erika’s scientists and followers. Dr. Douglas Dayton having abandoned renatus and gone off radar to plan a counter attack of his own. 19 was put through age accelerating treatments causing her to age quickly then normally missing and skipping through infancy and childhood to the age of thirteen where her training began.

Growing up 19 never knew of her Mother Leslie and served Erika as obediently as a solider would being the companies personal ‘agent’ for sensitive cases such as taking down the enemy and eliminating threats to the the over all goals of renatus. It isn’t until 19 is seventeen that her true reason for existence comes to light. Erika having been searching for ‘Nathan Bennet’ an evo and son of Claire Bennet who is believed to be a ‘Messiah’ to evolved humans world wide would be the one destined to stop her plans of a ‘New and Perfect World.’ Her mission simple and clear ‘Kill the Boy hero and Save a Brave new World.’

However the plan is foiled by Angela Petrelli and her forces who manage to infiltrate the lab and free 19 stealing her away before Erika could access her kill programming. Giving the girl weapon a new chance at life and a new role to play due to a vision.

Safe and in the care of Angela petrelli project 19 receives a name, being dubbed Malina. She is raised within the safety of a convent surrounded by nuns and isolation from most of the now chaotic and wrathful world. While there is begins her training to control her abilities and master them to eventually find Angela’s grandson and help him save the world from Erika’s scheme. The two destined to meet and stand under red sky by a clock tower in Odessa to make their final counter against the wicked corporation. As time draws on Angela learns of a darkness within the girl she keep a hitch in her plans…a secondary self named ‘Mal’ created through renatus induced trauma to the young blonde a weapon within who fight ruthlessly and viciously. This secondary self presenting herself during times of chaos, stress, and fear. A glitch in her bionic coding simulated by the chip connected to her nervous system created internally as a way to prevent further damage psychologically.

As Malina’s powers grow and the threat of Renatus to her grandson becomes impending. Angela enlists the services of an ex-military agent Farah Nazam and sends Malina with her to continue her training and remain safe until the day she must make a stand. Through out the course of her time with Farah Malina move from place to place in an attempt to not leave a foot print that Erika and her many goons could follow and track. Eventually ending up in Odessa Texas.

However no one could guess the fated meeting that would occur earlier than Angela or Erika could of Predicted Malina meets Angela’s grandson Nathan a week after she first moves to Odessa at the towns local ice cream shop. Malina tense and anxious out of fear Erika would somehow find her near the only fate for evo’s and possibly the world and activate her ‘kill programming’ making her a muderous puppet to her cause attempts to distance herself from Nathan. Fate on the other hand had another idea completely the two drawn to each other and both stubborn.

As Erika draws in after the two being together for six months malina begins planning for the worse intending to slip off without the boy heroes knowledge to lure them away and give him a chance at surviving another day Nathan refuses to entertain the idea of being apart. Believing they are stronger together. Farah and an anonymous source plan a way to liberate Malina of Erika’s remote control unable to get rid of the glitched self Mal she heads off in search of Malina’s ‘Creator’ and maker of the bionic chip connected to her Brain and nervous system that give Erika control. While away renatus agents trigger Mal causing her to lose control and attempt to kill Nathan in an attempt to follow her orders sent by Erika.

That is when Dr. Douglas Dayton a brilliant and eccentric scientist appears with the Second generation of the next level in the human race a male counter part to project 19 created to be her companion in a world gone to hell project N-01 also known as Thomas James Dayton II. Together they attempt to repair renatus damage and help Malina find herself in the world while preparing her for the show down to decide the fate of the world.

(AFTER RED SKYS)

After the defeat of Renatus Malina settles into a semi- normal life still dodging and hiding from those who wish to misuse her powers finding a home with doctor Dayton and a chance at true love with Nathan. As years go by the two eventually marry and welcome a daughter into the world who they name Claire after her mother. Yet things are never simple or picture perfect Renatus made clones of Malina begin activating and coming after her for vengeance and blood, along with a woman claiming to be her ‘true mother’ seeking her out and vowing to protect her and keep her alive.

#BIO

[nekrocharles-blog]

perhaps less noxious one should seem

minds,our minds entwined like magic, vessels honing fires,blazing, burning consciousness, giving guide to refine,un-cast the gold from the sacred swine,Triad Trembles Its Bare Bones- longing for eons past,amass,fluttering leaves that come to pass,entrance irreverent flows,irreverent,slippery slow,beguiled malice hung, heed less, not known,damned musty pages top raving tip-toes, trait or betrayed midst falling snow,let me go find you again,where the winding river flows, does not hold me under,loves the falling snow,longing voice heard in rolling thunder,where my shadow hides, timid in the shiftless corner,weaponless jacking of the jaw,void as the seeping slopes,hides beneath the wood boards out back,graveless kindred flows blue to black,glow of youth spreads while sleeping still as August,sprawled across the bed,subtle disguisings make dancers of the dead,wonder-lore atop the photos torn,pained remnant,flamed fragrant feeble-legged table set for dying's emerging,cuddled widows,sly chants of love caressing,expressing, in cool soft night,the devil dull as drywood circles boundless building blocks,manic poetry scrawled upon walls,come help me please lift my head from out of damned silent sleep,meaningless tales,devoid acres,aches and throbbing pains,sadness,joy,coalescing butterfly effects drawn out for the sake of history's loathe,quaint illness,quaint notion wilting in the vagrant sun,yawning mouths left dry and undone,angelic preponderance,colour-blind as the ties that do bind,unwrapped,unwarped,coerced like Icarus plummeting,eating of death's fruits and labours,formless frugality,gildless,wind-strung swift carnage flung,speaking nonesnse that is deep no less,mortals mating in a song unsung,blossom blurred, avarice unheard in the burdens blurred, absurd,absurd as Camus,absurd as the twentieith century,absurd as bombs dropping like ripe apples to the grass floors of death,like a man taking his last breath,like history collapsing,clasping at dead hands,clasping tight what little left there is to pluck,the father hen begins to cluck,tick, tick,tock,clocked tides of time,reason to chime with rhyme,moving mists of time submerge me as the dying man speaks,up antes broad and sudden scourges sweet,in fleet,like falling fruit from dead wombs,like rakes of bright daylight hues piercing our unopen eyes,at odds with dead gods,anything we can to assimilate then replicate,less opaque than what hides behind us, beneath us, within us, a faint whisper of eternal nothingness,perhaps eternal somethingness, perhaps no less than the sudden death of a man then waking as in a dream to find it has all begun again,eerily similar to how it was before,birds singing boisterous as morning's score,tides chiming tides to the fruitful or fruitless evermore,the shattering of the glass in our mind's eyes,the yawning,sleeping bore that envelops our souls in godless thrift,disservice imbued but not recognized,meteoric rise of un-influence,incidental as it is absurd,came out a haunting haze upside from softening roars,deafening now as all hell before,all hell hails just soyth of nevermore says the man who came raving out of the cave,the mad man,the man of great wisdom,rich with occult knowledge but fraught with public contempt,cares not,sees the writing through the trek,the remedy for ill intent,antidote sublime the man cries out the death of what is good,what is god,something gestural in domains deconstructed by strange times,reaffirmed inheritance to nothingness,the absurd gallops as a pale white horse,less conspicuous,less noxious on the face of it,sharp edges,reddened by wear with it all,deadened by nervous shivers,silver,gold,blue beholdent swoons,fainting,fainting,fallacious smirk on a dead god's face,soothing salty seas,gentle breezes through the trees,blitzkrieg refuge spleen,untucked out of bed,rose-headed mavericks moaning,three hour lectures,not silly as it once seemed,convincing rabbit-hole,hinder-headed harmony flees,gambits absolution swoons,gambling triteness flourished blue,completest mad,un-sad,eighty hours a week,their serpentian harrowing sing,spring's fling with winter's coldest winds,psychological general literatures embedded in pseudo-obsessive schism swing,balance ninety tips,unbalanced tizzy springs to fling ,weed sprouts fuddling sees,muddy mutterings mad,true enough,true as nothing at all because all is absurd,rave dusk swung,raven lust mud,the thud of one's head when one remembers,thud blood swung horrid thud,blood tossed galvanizing,extrapolating ceaselesness and its pretentious presuppositions,impel,congeal,bucket hammer long time gone,jolt embolden no wherefores go north in the dead of winter's mind's eye,closed,enclosed,unclothed while cold eyes watch and snicker,shock or excite,thy will be done,melting golden blackened sun,bat swung to crack unfolding lores,smashed fraying,battered bullshit brains,punk as fuck,raven dawn becomes a fucking headless dusk,yielding as a bat swooping in the night,to the center of the city in the night,I'll see you there,old friend,embrace you,tell you how it's been over here with the dead and the damned,tell me of your balancing on gilded shrines primed minds lancing bubbly blithering sublime,the Tao and the sacred Absurd,severance can not suffice when it comes to light,avatars exchanged,refusing onset of gentle good nights that want to swallow up our heads,spurring splinter singing in the rain,yawning chasm paleness afternoon's sweet music,emblazoned bliss a sweet soft kiss,holding hands,having peace,coiled snake rattling nil and is still,cosy in its nothingness, its absurdity,its purity,heaving  bedlam's beautiful vocal vibes,didactic diatribes,sequential rumblings,clowns protective response startling,sparkling tears shrink ill-formed tatters and torn lithographs,prod prodigious prudes blossom blurred,undo,undo,undo daemons swar hammer-headed booms,days glowing surrealism stays,meandering dooming,desperately looming,waiting for godot,abstract expressionism,extract a lure from the gods again,the pure,to be swallowed up in dadaism,to be eaten like a bag of flies in a realm of conceptualism,portraits otherwise admire sinking lores in beaten horse's hearts,lost arts,insignificant dvines with closed eyes,closed fists and hearts,closed doors,summit hundred barreling hordes standing still for a thrill,nihilistic books but mystical nonetheless,unsurpassed ruminations on what one does not see,what one does not feel,leaving us to ourselves we we will muder and steal,quasi-anarchstic sublimations hacking possessed schools of mythic fish swimming epipleptic as the stars lying in mother's bed where she once told us of god's love and how he would always be there when we call to him in the dead still of night collapsing artlessness branches tortured broadened insght keeping ill-surmised auras enamouring preceding sumptuousness meaning revealed opposing as they may be,resplendent totality teetering tilts weathering stilts,walking tall,Godot hath come and again is waiting for the fall,patterns of stress languid south ,prosaic mumbling typed and in hand,eradications mirrored,amalgamations stirred,we again are looking hard at longing at ourselves,ourselves deserted shells crypted in different sorts of things hording tall-tale mutterings flinging still night snow,melding love's un-rot,ink blot.

[helloyear420duzfit247365-blog]

Justice Dynasty

The coming of Doom

On a planet on the opposite side of the universe lies a civilization just as the one on earth but these beings (creatures) are far superior in everything including life it self... By life it life can be created and destroyed but these beings can’t be detected in the energy that pulls the rest of the cosmic as together, in fact it’s better to think of them as they don’t even exsit. But what they are looking for and their plans will change the rest of the way the universe plays itself out.The planet mimicks DOOM (a planet ran by robot beings who were altered to think in a genicide manner ages ago) in every way.

The year is 2038 , planet earth is now one civilization and the world is at a peak . As artificial intelligence and cyber bots take there place amongst humans , policing , feeding and rounding up the dismembered. Concentration camps have been opened and for the most part it has become voluntary because the planet is left with very little resources or food and most of the world has gone vegan or is eating the sewerish farmer seafood the planet holds to support with barely a grip. The Rain Forrest is completely gone and is now a city filled with crime and open day murders that isn’t even bothered being reported. No more is there clear air as the atmosphere has been significantly damanged not only by the man made castarohphe but also but hidden disasters that were unpredicted in the diagram of the clock of DOOM. The planet earth has seen betters days and the world is put on notice with stock grams every morning and night to show the last remaineder of its last available resources. The muderous rich politicians and global mob has taken over the planets last days as the next line of selected families through election and monopoly have left and prepared a place on mars as the place becomes vigor with new life and new ideas on how to build a new generation of life with peace , love and harmony.