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Poor Things
First of all, Emma Stone’s performance is as good as everybody is saying. Stone takes a very difficult role that easily could have gone very, very wrong and makes it look like the most effortless thing in the world.
I have been looking at the reviews, good and bad, and I think that the minority of people who didn’t vibe with this movie had slightly skewed expectations.
Poor Things starts out at Tetsuo The Iron Man levels of fucked up, but by the end it has dropped to Edward Scissor hands levels of fucked up. This is probably plenty of weirdness for the average movie-goer, but true connoisseurs of mondo cinema should calibrate their expectations.
Second, apparently this is being talked up as a sort of feminist coming of age fable chronicling an everywoman’s sexual awakening and liberation, and it really isn’t that, and I think if you are hoping for that you’ll come away disappointed.
Better, I think, to look at it as an autistic coming of age fable and power fantasy, which I think it does a tremendous job at.
Very minor spoilers under the cut; really, this is more an essay about what I thought the film was about than a review, my review would be that it's somehow simultaneously a feel-good crowd-pleaser AND a movie where an adult woman with the brain of a toddler stabs the eyes out of a corpse with a scalpel and then plays with its penis (I wasn't kidding with the Tetsuo comparison)
Honestly now that I've actually written that out I have maybe underestimated how impressive it is that Yorgos Lanthimos made a movie where that happens on screen but somehow basically everybody loves the movie.
In terms of sex, we do watch Bella discover sex, but she very quickly comes to a conclusion about her relationship with it which never once changes throughout the rest of the movie:
She likes it, she likes it more with an attractive partner, she is utterly lacking in any kind of sexual jealousy, and she doesn't attach too much more to it than that.
This is an odd comparison, but Bella treats sex the way Joey did on Friends. A man acting this way is a sitcom cliche, but a woman acting the same way…
This is a film that is really, really not interested in the real-world consequences of this kind of sex; in fact, given that a pregnancy is the inciting incident of the film, it came off a little weird to me that the possibility of a pregnancy or STD was never really addressed (unless there was a line or two that I missed while I was in the bathroom).
For the most part, though, I was able to get past it by just thinking of it as a heightened world. The sets and settings are extremely artificial, and ultimately I figured, “Hey, if I can buy this kind of thing as harmless and fun in a sitcom, I can buy it in this other kind of heightened reality.
I will say, I don't think Bella is meant to be an every-woman, and that there's textual support for this in the film itself.
All of the women Bella deals with in some way question her approach to sex, making it clear, sometimes through explicit dialog, other times more reading between the lines, that her approach to sex is not for them.
If there’s any particularly feminist message in the film, it’s that when confronted with Bella’s bizarre approach to the world, none of the women get angry at her, and most of the men she meets do.
But Bella’s relationships with other women aren’t really the meat of the film, that’s more about her relationship with men, and particularly the way that they feel, deep in their bones, that they should have control over any woman that they have sex with.
Duncan Wedderburn, when he first discovers Bella and convinces her to go away with him, thinks he is tricking and seducing a beautiful naif who he can use and then discard when he tires of her. Their relationship disintegrates as it becomes clear that Bella hasn’t been tricked at all; she wanted exactly what he was able to give, a chance to sow her wild oats by having some no strings attached sex with an attractive, likable person in an exciting foreign city.
This makes Wedderburn increasingly unhappy and unhinged (He says at one point that he has become what he hates, a “grasping succubus”) much to Bella’s growing consternation. She has no idea why he can’t simply be happy having sex with her and otherwise letting her do what she wants, and he is so committed to a certain vision of gender roles that he can’t even begin to explain it, he can only lash out in frustration.
And that I think is the meatier part of the film; Bella doesn’t so much flout social expectations as she is simply totally unaware that they exist. 
Honestly I think the character isn’t so much coded as autistic as she just is autistic. Bella is a woman who is basically totally unaware of social expectations and constantly taken aback to discover that they exist.
More than that, she has to figure out a way to work around the fact that many of the people who become most enraged by her are also so totally lacking in self-reflection, and view their social situation as so normal, so self-evidently obvious that they cannot explain to her why it is she has made them angry. They suddenly fly into rages that clearly perplex Bella and which they themselves don’t even bother to explain, because they regard their own ideas as self-evident.
Bella is an idealized autistic hero; personally as outlandish as she is I don’t really think the film expects us to take the side of anybody else, and I think there are some fairly subtle and accurate bits of autistic behavior on her part.
She responds to life as a kind of social experiment, attempting to parse out a set of logical rules and, especially in the latter parts of the movie, she often justifies her actions with a perfectly sensible internal logic that the emotional men in her life can’t parse out. Late in the film, when she and Wedderburn are destitute, she prostitutes herself for 30 francs, and with implacable logic, explains the two reasons that Wedderburn ought to be quite happy she has done so: First, her john was much worse at sex than Wedderburn, which ought to satisfy his ego, and second, they now have 30 francs and the potential to earn more.
Wedderburn does not appreciate her logical approach.
Another thing that strikes me as very true is that Bella has a very odd theory of mind for other people. There’s a scene where, traumatized by the unspeakable poverty and suffering she sees in Alexandria, she puts all of Wedderburn’s money in a box and rushes out to give it to the poor. Unfortunately the ship is leaving, but two port attendants tell her that they will be staying on the island, and would be happy to deliver a package. She tells them that she has a big box filled with money and they should give it to the island’s poor, and they agree to do so. Now, the film never tells us one way or another whether they keep their word; but Bella herself retains an iron certainty that they did exactly what she asked them to. Now, we know Bella understands what lying and deceit are, because we’ve seen her trick people before, like when she chloroforms McCandles to run away with Wedderburn. But it never once occurs to her that these sailors might do something similar. Call it paradoxical, but that kind of thinking is common in autistic people.
There’s also the scene where the self-professed cynic Harry Astley shows her the suffering in Alexandria; he admits, when he sees how terribly it has affected her, that he didn’t tell her simply because he thought it was the truth of the world, but that her attitude made him angry, and he wanted to hurt her. A very common part of the autistic coming of age is the slow realization that not everything people tell you is part of a dispassionate, scientific search for the truth.
There’s also a scene in a whorehouse in which Bella argues that it would make more sense to have the women decide who is to sleep with the johns, so that then the john could be more confident that the girl was attracted to him, which he must doubt if he chooses. You can tell I’m autistic because I immediately had the thought, “Well, but the johns would probably be worried that nobody would choose them.”
One of Bella’s fellow working girls instead tells her, “Some of them like the fact that we don’t have a choice”.
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whenigetboredijust · 2 months
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Do yall ever wonder if Vaggie grew out her hair like that bc she missed the weight and feeling of her wings touching her back? You know, after they got ripped off?
Cos I do :’(
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katsettee · 11 months
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(remaining panels under the cut for gore + implied noncon)
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Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)
previous /// next (cw: injection)
(suggested by anon! not adding the tag list to this one just in case)
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ntj2pj · 1 month
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#madness combat#madcom oc#my oc#atp soldat#the soldat in the dark (tm) actually cares about his bro#a lot#but he just can't get sad when he warned him about this shit nonstop#no id#The bitten guy just acts too friendly because his program made him too altruistuc and kind#Which sometimes helps since he is one who recruits workers#Well#Probably it's more benefitial most of the time#But he gets in shit like “oh i just wanted to help civilian get out from dangerous location and they stabbed me :(((”#And he ain't bullied for it by anyone but his bro. He is too... Kinda. Uh. Hard to bully guy who is most safest option to talk with auditor#And not die lol. It also doesn't help that he is guy who knows all of the AAHW by names and will kick you hard for bullying anyone#So bullying him is a privilege of some atp soldats#not an option :D#Other soldat here is just walking anger issues and he got no friends other than his bro. Constantly lashes at anyone. The Bitten™ included#So they're got that dynamic of angry antisocial cynical guy and pessimist & optimistic kind dude (well#(well he got a lot of mental issues too#But doesn't show it and never let it hurt others.)#And he is much older than the pessimist :'D#Pessimist guy is very young actually. But just experienced shit nonstop from birthday and lost very much everyone he cared about#And the second one... just atp soldat with no past. never known any other thing than work in AAHW and orders. Easy to manipulate#He also gets “You're not a real person” a lot for it. And constanly offended by it. But it's a problem of all yellow bloods here#Especially him#since he litterally didn't had a life outside from aahw. Also don't think he wouldn't kick his friends hard for orders.#Kill even. He is a dog for orders first#Kind guy with good morals is only second
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collisiondiscourse · 1 year
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"--that of which, beats for thee."
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sadbeauty666 · 6 months
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Patton: You stabbed him?!
Remus: Okay, but in my defense, you didn’t hear what he said.
Patton: What did he say?
Remus: “What are you gonna do? Stab me?”
Roman: I’m with Remus on this one. That was practically an invitation.
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sokkalore · 11 months
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we are so back it’s so over WERE SO BACK wu ming lock down
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sweethydrogen · 4 months
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One thing they don’t tell you about being gay is that your septum piercing is gonna dig right into your corn on the cob
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summertimemusician · 10 months
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Unenlighted: Sky and Wild don't have that good of a relationship due to Sky's guilt and Wild not feeling he's good enough when compared to any of his predecessors because he failed the kingdom once and it gets exacerbated by the events of TOTK, similar case with Flora and Sun.
Enlightened: Sky and Wild have a pretty good relationship, but it's still strained because of both their problems and the strain grows bigger after TOTK when Fi breaks, Sun likes Flora just fine as a descendant while Flora is incessantly tormented by the fact she always believed her entire life she'd never measure up to the other Zelda's because she couldn't fulfill her duty anymore than Wild could, and it causes communication.
Ascended: Sky and Twilight having a full blow custody war in the back because they both see Wild as a better successor than he believes himself to be due to the parallels to BOTW, TOTK and Skyward Sword even though it's technically Twilight Princess' spiritual sucessor (since it was originally made to be a sequel to that game) and Sky and Wild both get along well with one another, and instead of getting angry at Wild for breaking Fi he's more so worried for him and her equally (and then has to be held back by the rest of the Chain along with Twi to not eviscerate whatever's left of Ganondorf's body) meanwhile Sun all but surprise adopted Flora as a sister and is super supportive of all her pursuits and number one hype woman because she was as unhinged as her at her age and Flora is flabbergasted but really really happy and relieved she doesn't see her as a disappointment or anything and they get along like the sister she never had growing up. Specially since they can both bond over not being quite regular humans anymore and can help one another deal and learn more about it.
I will not elaborate.
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whumporpass · 18 days
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Arrowverse Barry Allen?
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cloudyonpluto · 2 years
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3 Singing (Crossover) Quirk!Izuku + 1 Silent One
(these are mostly crack to me so don't expect good explanations-)
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Quirk: True Beat
Friday Night Funkin crossover
- Izuku can only speak in boops and beeps, but everyone understands him somehow (except Bakugou)
- Izuku can initiate a singing battle with anyone by manifesting a mic and throwing it at someone, so long as it touches them the battle will begin.
- Singing battles transcend the language barrier and the effected are reduced to voicing an instrument. This manner of speech is still understandable universally.
- Izuku is everyones boyfriend
- Izuku can summon giant speakers and and a "girlfriend"
- Holding a sing off takes a lot of energy, missing notes drains energy faster. If Izuku can't keep up he'll wind up unconscious and with a sore throat.
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Quirk: Kindergarten
Dont Hug Me Im Scared crossover
- A reality bending nightmare localized entirely around one traumatized green blue boy
- Childish rhymes and songs (mostly in the form of a "lesson") that generate a violent response often to the point of a psychotic break
- The longer the song goes on the more warped reality becomes
- Izuku breaks the fourth wall like a Dora the Explora knockoff
//I dont really know what to say here, I just wanted to draw this :D
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Quirk: Musical Puppeteer
Music Meister crossover
- Anyone remember that one episode of batman from way back then? Thats it, thats the qurik.
- Whoever hears Izuku's singing is put in a trance like state that forces them to harmonize and compels them to do whatever he wants.
- Loud frequencies disrupts the hypnosis
- Considered villainous
- Choir Kid Izuku
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Quirk: Mime
- Mimes are already overpowered. Now imagine that when they do that box thing it was actually real? I don't have anything else to say.
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theotherhappyplace · 1 year
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Join the dance?
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Tumblr selected Missa to get impaled and messed up, and, really, who am I to object when given such things. I... hope I didn't mess this up too badly. Specifically one of the characters I do not know well. I just don't watch late enough. ^^; Did also consider a fantasy AU where Missa was getting executed, but then I remembered I have groceries to buy and other stuff I need to write today, so we stuck with basic bitch hours.
TW: temporary character death (AKA minecraft respawns, but they hurt for the drama and consequences), mercy killing (infinite lives and respawns and so this is very different to an irl one)
Missa has a run in with a code monster. Or should that be is run through by one?
It comes so fast. One moment Missa is having an awkward but enjoyable picnic, catching up finally with Roier while Cellbit and Richarlyson chase each other across the grass, and the next it is raining. Thunder, lightning, and rain.
In seconds Roier is on his feet and Cellbit is dragging Richarlyson back towards the two of them; Missa follows suit, remembers the warnings, and pulls out the only weapon he has on him - the gift from Etoiles.
Cellbit is saying something to his son in Portuguese, Missa only catching the odd word as he watches Roier check the skies. Whatever is being said the boy objects fiercely, shaking his head and stamping his foot and clinging to his father's leg.
Missa leaves them be, looking out the opposite way to Roier. He isn't sure what he's looking for, but he does hear Roier's yell.
Turning to look... He can see why it's called a code monster.
Cellbit swears and draws his own weapon, yelling at Richarlyson once again and moving into a defensive position. Missa does the same, though will admit to tucking himself a bit behind Roier as he does.
There's a few seconds, and the fight begins; it's about all Missa can do to not get hit, even the egg with them showing him up. He's tempted to just hide and wait it out, but... But if nothing else he can throw potions and pick people off the ground. Roier and Cellbit don't quite have the creature in hand, but they are keeping it occupied well enough - Missa grabs Richarlyson's hand, and tugs him /away/ from the fighting.
It's only because he has Richarlyson in his hand, and he is looking for if people need help, that Missa spots the second code monster, almost sneaking up on them from the treeline.
There isn't time to do much of anything, the monster already too close, its sword already in hand - Missa pushes Richarlyson behind himself, and screams at the boy to warp.
He has no idea if he understands the panicked Spanish Missa yells, but it's all he has time for; the code monster is right there, and Missa hears Roier yelling 'oh shit' as he notices it, and he raises his sword and pretends he knows how to use it.
It's not really worth the attempt - the code monster's sword is long, and sharp, and cleaves Missa's armour in two as it pierces deep and through his chest.
In his few remaining moments of true clarity, Missa hears the sound of Richarlyson warping - finally escaping.
And then
he falls.
"Missa, Missa!" Quick hands catch him, sharply twisting him onto his side and cushioning his head, making sure nothing touches the blade. "Breathe, idiot!"
It isn't okay - it isn't, it isn't, it isn't! There's a sword through his chest and when he tries to follow the instructions, tries to be good, tries to breathe, all that happens is he weakly splatters blood across the grass. The movement shifts the sword - and, oh, he wasn't sure he could still get enough air in him to scream.
There's swearing - so much swearing - and Missa's scream settles into a despairing sob. Once, twice, and why is he crying /now/, why is he crying now when every hitch of his chest causes more and more flesh to be broken, blood to be poured, damage to be done. Missa tries, he tries to get himself under control, he promises he does! But the wound is agony, and what else can he even do?
Nothing, he can do nothing.
The wound is a death sentence, but not enough to kill him quickly. It would be, if someone would do him the mercy of ripping the sword out, but no - no, they aren't doing that, instead Roier is knelt infront of him face pale and hands flailing as he tries to fix the wounds, while Bad and a very tired looking Etoiles fight off the code monster - when did those two arrive Missa doesn't remember those two arriving - while Cellbit kneels at Roier's side and suggests - not unkindly - that maybe it would be better to die and respawn, it's okay, they'll watch his stuff.
It already hurts. It already hurts and hurts and hurts, and Missa knows if he dies it will be even worse, but he's going to die anyway - he knows it. He just doesn't want the pain, he never wants the pain, just let him be, let him breathe, let him stop spitting up blood, blood, blood with every breath he manages to force into his lungs.
Death on Quesadilla Island is cheap, it's temporary, but still it hurts so badly.
Missa meets Cellbit's eyes, and gives the slightest nod.
Cellbit's expression shifts from pain to apology to completely blank as he pulls a knife from his belt, and flashes it across Missa's throat.
He isn't alive long enough to Roier's scream.
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Missa wakes with a start, back in his bed - oh, in the bed in his children's room. He lies there, trying to breathe, trying to banish the agony in his now-healed chest. His communicator is bussing furiously, but for now all he can do is ride out the pain and try remember how to breathe.
There's soft, sleepy noises from beside him; Philza, unaware of the rain or the panic or the blood rolls over in his sleep, mumbling something as an arm and a wing wrap across Missa's chest.
"Philza?" he manages to mumble out in a squeak, shuddering with the word.
There's more mumbling, but his husband absently props himself up on an elbow, rubbing at his eyes as he asks "Missa?"
"Philza, I-" Missa's words cut off in a sob as another wave of pain ripples through him and oh sweet death this is a bad respawn - a terrible way to die.
That wakes Philza up more; Missa feels him sit up, hears him ask what happened, sobs as his head is pulled across and onto Philza's lap. Another horrible wave comes, and he distracts himself listening to Philza's unhappy hum, and the sound of quick fingers typing.
"It's okay," comes as the communicator is folded away. "You're safe now."
Missa can't say anything, voice tied up in pain and tears and fresh agony in his chest. Every hiccup is fire, but the sobs keep coming anyway. It feels like dying all over again - if he didn't know better, Missa would say that he was.
Philza weaves their hands - their fingers - together, and gently shushes him, "the code's gone; the eggs are all safe, and the code's gone. Roier's just grabbing Richas, then he'll bring your stuff over. Everything's okay."
It's not okay - it /hurts/. Missa whines, trying to communicate that; Philza leans down to press his forehead against Missa's cheek, while his hands seek their way to Missa's chest, and begin massaging the area where the sword had been.
"I know it hurts," Philza's breath tickles Missa's ear. "I'm so, so sorry... But you've got this, king; it'll be over soon."
Healing always hurts more than bleeding, and respawning more than dying in the first place. He's glad it was him and not Richarlyson - the eggs don't come back like he does - but that's the only bit he can be glad about.
Well, maybe also that Cellbit really knows what he's doing, because for all his chest can only be felt in shades of fire, the wound on his neck is already fully healed and dead.
Missa keeps crying and Philza keeps holding him, until eventually the pain fades. It's still there - it will be for hours if not days - but it's just an ache now. Philza's fingers linger on the new scar, before reaching to the windowledge at his side of the bed, and passing Missa a glass of water.
He sips at it; the water is room temperature, and disgusting, but it's real.
"You feeling okay?" Philza asks, watching close.
"Hurt," is about what Missa can manage, drained and exhausted and in pain.
"I'll bet; codes are a bitch," wearing nothing but a long shirt, Philza slips off the bed. He walks over to his backpack, and returns with a bowl of noodles. "Chayanne made these a bit ago. Should still be warm; get some food in you, king."
Missa accepts the offering, hands shaking as he eats his own boy's food. It's in that he thinks, and he remembers, and he asks, "wait, Chayanne?!"
"All safe," Philza slips back onto the bed, and shows Missa a screen. After a second it flickers on, showing Chayanne and Tallulah peacefully asleep in the basement. "Checked it as soon as I realised what was up."
He traces the forms of the children with his fingers, and eats the noodles as cleanly as he can. The two of them sit quietly as he does, Philza's head resting on his shoulder, and arm looped loosely across his back.
Just as he puts the bowl down, Missa hears the warpstone outside, and yelling, and then a knock at the door.
"I opened it for you!" Philza yells back.
Seconds later there are more people than space in their tiny little house; Richarlyson hops up on the bed, pressing against Missa's side as he furiously scribbles on a sign, and Roier kneels beside it, checking on the scar - both his chest and his throat - with fury in his eyes and no words on his lips.
After leaving a bag with Missa's things in it, Cellbit lingers in the doorway. He hesitates even when Philza waves him inside, only stepping just enough for the door to close.
Roier's fingers come up towards Missa's neck. He grabs them, knits their hands together, and brings both to his lap.
This problem... this problem Missa can see.
"It's okay," he speaks quietly, hoping only Roier and not the translator will hear. "I asked him to."
Roier's eyes harden, "he still shouldn't have."
"I- I wasn't going to live," Missa says, absolute certainty in his veins.
Roier's fingers squeeze around his, and Missa watches as the mask is reconstructed. Cellbit watches them like a man who knows the conversation isn't over, and is dreading the rest - but he's lost the fear that he might not win.
"Thank you, for saving Richarlyson," Cellbit says, plucking his son up off the bed just as he finishes a sign asking if Missa is okay.
Missa is absolutely not okay; all three adults watch him with doubt in their eyes as he smiles at the boy and says, "it hurt, but it's all better now - see?"
Richarlyson is not nearly so careful when he touches the scar; Missa holds in the flinch, and wishes for his own son.
Philza must see because he starts to tap his foot; a minute or two of exhausting conversation and giving reassurances later, Missa watches his husband herd their guests out of the door, thanking them for the visit and reminding them that he wants back to sleep.
Guests shooed, Philza returns, taking Missa's hands as he collapses onto the bed.
"You actually ok?" he asks.
"Still hurts," Missa admits, lying down and curling towards his husband.
"Poor thing," Philza replies, tugging him closer - into a hug - and wrapping them both in one tattered wing. "Anything I can do to help? Before I go back to sleep because, Chirst dude, I care about you but I am not supposed to be awake at these hours."
Missa laughs a little, warmed by the confession that Philza cares, even if he ignores all the rest. He shakes his head, and tucks his chin over Philza's head.
"I'll sleep it off," he promises.
"Alright," comes the reply. "See you in the morning. If you need anything, just kick me awake."
Missa won't - he'll let Philza peacefully sleep - but he appreciates the thought. Instead he steals the camera plate from his pocket, setting it to the downstairs room before resting it on the pillow.
On the screen, he can see Chayanne - and Tallulah - sleep, occasionally shifting but never waking.
He pulls Philza closer to himself, putting pressure against the still sharp pain in his chest. It warms it, it soothes it, just as watching their children sleep does to his mind.
Missa's not quite tired yet, but he accepts the adrenaline, and just lets himself drift.
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