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wo-wann-was-wer · 4 years

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WHAT I WAS THINKING: DARK SEASON 3 EDITION

EPISODE 1:

Who are these dudes with the harelip and what do they want

Why did she just take him to a cave and leave that’s kinda rude

So everything in this universe is just gonna be backwards. Love it

Ugh I’ve said this a million times but this show has such Fringe energy and I can’t wait to get a tattoo for this too

This is super freaking me out, i dont like that everyone’s in everyone else’s house.

Ooooh Katharina with glasses yes girl you better work.

I like Michael and this hat he’s rocking

Super into the fact that magnus and fransizka are involved in this universe too

There’s nothing cuter than sex before school. Ahhh the nostalgia

Ten bucks says that Hannah gets out of this bed and is pregnant

Fucking YEP

I am loving Martha in this Jonas journey

I know that all they did was flip the lens of the camera but my brain is breaking at this flipped Winden

Who the fuck is this random dude Martha is with

You know what he kind of looks like Jonas. I wonder if that's relevant or if I'm just grasping at straws

Bartosz looks like he's going to his first grade violin recital

I straight up just did not recognize Charlotte with makeup. She looks hot

There's got to be another person in that picture other than Ulrich because that's a lot of space to rip out for one person

okay hold up Woller looks so good and then when I saw that he was missing an arm I almost lost my fucking mind

Oh shit okay Hannah is living in Katharina's house.

Oh my God are Ulrich and Charlotte having an affair

Is it normal in Germany for kids to just walk into classes that aren't there’s and just sit down

follow up he has a clear noose mark on his neck

Aleksander looks so hot with this beard. universe B is the fucking glow up universe

It's weirding me out that the whole school is black and gray instead of light brown

The look of satisfaction on katharina's face

Wow honestly Louis just broke my heart with his facial expression when he realized his mom didn't know who he was

he looks so scared

Yes yes do it afffffffffair

Oh no you done got found out!!!

Oh the theme of the play here is red and set of gold

Fransizka looks so cute in this little outfit

Oh my God she's deaf!!!!

What the fuck. the fact that this actress can talk is blowing my mind

RIP to Regina a real queen

Peter's a fucking priest

All the fucking weird-ass freaky motherfucking trio is back

The dopplers have the same house That's cool

excuse me sir I think your child is broken

these guys are so creepy What the fuck

I definitely don't like the piano wire

oh this motherfucker is the one who gets lost

I feel like winden in this universe is just a little bit fancier

Well Charlotte and Ulrich just be fucking like crazy

Bartosz is the Jonas of this group and I love it

who was that??????

I cannot get over Aleksander in this beard

I like that things are opposite but they also have things that are different enough.

Like I'm so into the fact that they all went down into the bunker

who in the unholy fuck is that. who is that

Oh shit old Martha

What the fuck is this Tannhaus’ factory we're at

hold up Martha's in 1888

What the fuck. why is Jonas in 1888 and looking SO good

EPISODE 2:

casually sitting over your bed watching you sleep

he's look so good though

yo what the fuck everybody else is there too

Oh no things got really ugly at Mads’ wake

Not for nothing but Tronte is a dick

I kind of don't understand why Claudia would want Regina to live in such pain in this type of universe

Peter is such a good boy

lurking is the freaking national past time of this place

Oh shit we got some spin-off timeline stuff good

who is This is blind guy

I love Katharina so fucking much

I know what she's thinking and it's the same thing I'm thinking which is can I kill a child

why does this picture of Tronte make him look like Jimmy Smits

Katharina looks amazing in this jacket

Also I definitely did not just start yelling GO GET YOUR MAN KATHARINA

Regina just gets more and more badass as time goes on. Also all of the women of the tiedemann family are so fucking badass

I am so excited to watch this fucking relationship develop. they're both too cute

awwww he's using signs!

oh they're writing back and forth

DAMNIT PETER

I always feel like little Noah should do fuckboy sign offs when he leaves rooms because he's so smooth

yesterday Laurel said that this was back to the future but serious and just now Bartosz said it's not super easy to get nuclear fuel in 1888 and now I think that Laurel's right

I will never get over how good he looks JONAAAASSSSSSS

This guy feels like the OG inventor of sic mundus right

Katerina why are you even trying to check in at the front desk bitch Go and get your man

Is this Katarina's mom why does she just recognize that woman's name

everyone on the show is so talented.I spend the whole damn time being like oh my god the performances on the show and it's like yeah we know

Katerina get your man

I literally love them so much look at the look on her face She is a mama bear She is not going to let anybody take her man or her children and I love her

Not a huge fan of people who quote Shakespeare right before they kill other people or am I an enormous fan of people who use Shakespeare right before they kill other people

using a garotte to kill someone is ugly as fuck

I feel so bad for Jana

see this is one of the reasons why I'm like why would you bring Regina back to this world.

wowwwww TRONTE what's up dude

YO WHAT

Oh so how did Charlotte get back there but Elizabeth's still there too. didn't they switch places?

oh the head bump

Not excited for the mother daughter abuse stuff that's about to happen

I love these split sequences that they do at the end

anytime somebody stands and stairs for a lonely at a spot on the ground I assume to somebody died there

Oh shit that guy is a tannhausokkkk I see you

a religious images we love to see it.

This show is a whole series of pause that frame.

No I ruined something for myself!!!!

EPISODE 3

got to love those through and through Ariadne references

okay so Charlotte's great great grandfather has her watch?

who are these horrible traveler human beings

they look like less sexy Francis dolarhydes

I can't get over the fact that wollers missing an arm here I swear

we ARE the glitch BITCH

alternate universe Ulrich is a better person than standard Ulrich

what's this new like zoom-y thing they're doing

I was attracted to Magnus at this jump of the show but he looks better with dark hair

How did they not all die of fucking flu

eternally repeating deja vu

I looked at the production stills and I was like what the fuck is this hair do that Moritz has but he looks amazing

Also everyone on this show deserves an acting award

and Magnus is wearing a skeleton sweater

Hannah does that deep dive detective work any bitch knows the Nose doesn't lie

why doesn't anybody want to fuck wöller

omgggg eat the RICH

also he has that x tattoo on his hand that represents the no future thing

oh the light is rectangular and not circular ooooooh fancy

The show is also a lot of people catching each other's wrists as they walk away

I knew we couldn't trust this bitch

What did he give her

I love the parallels and characters behaviors between universe a and universe b

I want to know how Noah factored into all of this on this side

Martha has a type and her type is iconically Aryan

Oh Aleksander's back with that beard he's back

Hannah is such a snake

Omg that's her!!!!! I thought she was a trans actress.. hm. not super happy bout that :/

What is Helge talking about Ulrich did what??? omg

I would be like SIR DO WE NEED TO FIGHT STOP FOLLOWING ME

I stopped taking notes for the last half of that episode cuz I was really sucked in haha

EPISODE 4

FIRST OF ALL I'D LIKE TO GO ON RECORD THAT I DON'T CARE FOR THESE GENTLEMEN AT ALL

second of all why is this guy being like oh I took your name

why does he have Agnes's bracelet I don't like that

I don't like anything about this guy That's the end of the story

Also hold up a red hot second is Agnes dead cuz if so that's a hate crime

see what did I say

I knew that Hannah was going to get involved with Egon

from the second she walked in that office I was like that bitch has her eye on him and as she should he's handsome as fuck

Also he spoils her so much more than any other man she's ever been with AKA is Egon the only man she ever deserved

Is Hannah going to develop a heart cuz I'm not sure how I feel about that

Also what happens if Hannah gets pregnant

why is Ines a bitch I thought she was mad cool the beginning and now I feel fucking deceived

Also it's such a sweet gig that The kids who are playing kids can now play teenagers

poor Doris. Also he was shitty to her but he was far nicer than I would have been

Doris is so beautiful it's bullshit

older Magnus is so handsome

All I wanted was middle-aged Martha

bitch you have been having unprotected sex with him why do you think that pregnancy was not on the tabl

I'm like who's this guy in the church if it's not Noah I bet it's that little bitch

yeah I fucking knew it

Is this the dude that was married to Agnes I feel like this guy isn't real or something

I'm not surprised he let her go but I don't know why I'm not surprised. I feel like she's important to his timeline and I'm not sure why

look at these relationships forming between these sweet little bab

Hannah looks good in this red. Hannah looks good in all of these styles.

who is this child

I like that already as a child Bernd had his eye on Claudia as someone who was smart and had a ton of potential

I keep forgetting that I'm taking notes because I get so invested in episodes

Also I realize the zoomi thing which is going back and forth between the universes

Is Agnes Silja’s mom And if so with whom

he gave her Agnes’ bracelet that dope All right Tronte

Wow Claudia needs to back off her man

Claudia force him into a relationship with her

I fucking hate Hannah but sometimes she speaks so much sense

ooh I don't need anyone Yes girl that's true You don't need anyone You needing people was what made you act fucking crazy You don't need anybody

This was always my big problem with Hannah was that I initially identified with her because she was such a survivor but then she did such horrible reprehensible things I just couldn't let it go and I absolutely couldn't identify with her anymore

Oh here's my daddy Noah looking so good

I mean okay so I have been in this position before where I was cheating and then my man cheated on me and I was like how dare you but also you cannot be mad if your partner cheats on you when you cheated too. You both fucked up

Is Hannah going to have a redemption arc cuz that's a lot

Oh my God she's not going to get rid of this child is she

Oh my great God I cannot believe that she gave Helene that necklace.

I knew she was fucking connected to Katharina in the older generation I knew it

Louis and Lisa are a super cute couple and I know that they're not dating in real life but I think that they're very cute together

Oh everybody fucking

yeah they created the Apocalypse yeah

Oh no they have a child outside of worlds that's a mess How does that work so they had they gave birth to that ugly fuck

honestly I hate that he's their child for the most part just because he's ugly as fuck and neither of them are ugly as fuck so it makes me mad.

#episodes 1-4 #live reacts #dark season 3 #spoilers #spoilers dark season 3 #dark #dark network

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aspiratixxn · 4 years

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Hey Dollface

Summary: The best surprise after a really long, hard day at work.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3086

Notes: For @bucky-smiles since they’ve had some hard times lately! It’s me, your Bucky anon haha. I just wanted to be really soft and writing Bucky for you really inspired me! I hope you like it :)

Tagging: @holy-captain

It’s a shit day. It’s a really, really shit day.

It all started with a burnt pancake, on Monday of all days. Pancakes are a Monday tradition you picked up from your mom, who always made them sprinkled with different fruits to give you a pick-me-up (because Mondays you know?). And you had never burned a pancake, not even the one you made alone at the tender age of seven.

You’re not the superstitious type, not really, but a burnt pancake spelled out trouble and you knew it. You were quick to toss the thing but not quick enough for the smoke detector. Its shrill shriek pierced the morning calm and you heard a clattering through the thin walls of your (mediocre on a good day) apartment. And you had winced when someone banged on your door, asking if you were okay. Of course, you had to answer them, meekly peeking from behind the door. Although they had taken it gracefully, it had already put a damper on your day, which really only got worse from there.

Cleaning the pancake and clearing the smoke detector debacle took up your morning, which meant you didn’t have breakfast. At all. Not even a grab and go banana. Instead, you went sprinting down and out, nearly running over your two floors down neighbor’s dog and getting a shouted earful about that. And of course it was drizzling, enough that an umbrella wasn’t going to keep you from getting uncomfortably damp. Your sneakers squish as you walk in the building, your co-workers wincing when they see you. Your best friend Wanda fusses over you for just a moment, trying to pat moisture out of your shirt.

“Really (Name), you’re such a mess today. I mean more than usual. Did someone get some,” She glances in both directions and whispers in your ear, “Action last night?”

You sputter, pushing her away gently. “Why would you think that?!” He’s not even home right now so it’s not like you could anyways.

She just giggles. “I’m kidding, kidding! Here.” You take the towel and try to dry your hair. You hate this because now you’re going to look like a puffball. “I made some of my famous soup today! For you and me and Natasha, so you’ll be warmed up before you know it.”

You heave a great sigh and drape yourself over her lap. “Oh Wanda, my love, what would I do without you?”

“Starve? Maybe suffer a soupless life?” You gasp, flinging your arm over your eyes. She just laughs again and pats you on the head before she sneaks back to her desk. You’re grateful she’s willing to suffer the wrath of the boss, who pushes productivity to the max.

You take a pause to check your phone before you move and light up when you see (1) message from Bucky.

BUCKY: Good morning beautiful BUCKY: Just wanted to remind you that you are the bestest, most awesome person in the world and you’re gonna rock your day!

You work a classic office job, the kind in weird half cubicles where the walls are too short to hide anything from anyone. Before you even start working you have to clear away all the sticky notes and remnants from last Friday when you had dragged yourself home after some overtime. When your workspace is adequately cleaned (or at least cleaned enough you aren’t knocking over things when you shift), you get to answering your emails.

Which of course, leads to another bad thing. The client was infuriated with the current status of the project. In his eyes, it should have been done a week and a half ago, when you know full well that this project isn’t going to be done for another week if not two. It’s an intense request that just takes time and you’re already doing your best, putting in the overtime to try and reach his ridiculous goals. Heinrich Zemo really needs someone to knock him down a peg and you might just be the person to do it if you ever meet him in person.

So begins the back and forth emailing between you two, filled to the brim with polite fuck you’s. And since he seems to zing back mail at the speed of light, you can’t even work on anything else you’re supposed to, like the design blueprints for Natasha or the business plan outline for Sam. And they’re shooting you little looks because they kind of need that stuff for the next steps of their own projects. Sympathetic looks but looks just the same. And it makes you burn with frustration because you want to get it done, you want to be productive but you just. Can’t.

In between your phone keeps pinging with messages from Bucky, which is the only reason why you survive this entire frustrating situation.

BUCKY: i love your fashion sense. It’s so chic and sleek and ugh, so perfect for you

BUCKY: can’t wait to dance with you again darling! Hope you’re ready to try some tango this time ;)

BUCKY: do you want s’mores pie or banana cream? i’m thinking s’mores because y’know, chocolate. marshmallows. what’s not to love?

BUCKY: next date at the flower garden? we can have a picnic!

BUCKY: holy shit I am so ready for blueberry season again. I know it’s a while away but ugh, I really want some right now :(

BUCKY: you got this babe! I believe in you!

BUCKY: do you want to get Chinese or Italian when I see you again? I’m feeling a strong Chinese vibe. YOU: Chinese BUCKY: that’s my girl

The morning is a blur of pent up anger that ends with you squishing the ever loving shit out of a pumpkin plush, a desk leftover from Halloween. You’re half surprised the thing doesn’t pop under the pressure but you feel bad, placing it back down and patting it. Finally Zemo shuts up and you’re left with fifteen minutes before lunch, which really isn’t time to start anything for work. Instead, you bring out your white bound planner, a bullet journal you’ve been steadily working on, and start to build the next month. End of the month means needing to prep all the pages for February, and you sigh as you stare lovingly at your collection of pens just for this. They’re all absolutely lovely, shades that you adore and a quality that can’t be beat. You mill briefly, deciding between a pastel and a hard pink. The pastel wins out of course and you smooth out the page, already covered in neat pen lines from last night. You begin to fill in banners and hearts and…

Just your goddamn luck your pen starts to fizzle out. Which really sucks because these puppies are not cheap in the slightest. You growl and thunk your head on the desk, making Sam snicker.

“Not your day?”

“Not now Wilson.”

“Aw, c’mon. I’m pretty sure there’s something good in your horoscope for today.” He’s teasing you now for sure. He’s not even into horoscopes, not even as a joke. You turn your head enough to give him your darkest stink eye, which just makes him grin wider. He pats your shoulder and slides over some chocolates, dark like you like it. You huff and your hands come up to open the blue foil, fumbling a bit before popping it in your mouth.

Your phone pings and you glance at it with dull eyes. Sam can visibly see them getting their spark back though and he can guess who’s messaged.

(1) message from Bucky

BUCKY: hey sweetheart, just wanted to tell you that you’re my favorite girl and it’s lunch time! I made myself a sandwich today, look! BUCKY: (1 photo attached)

YOU: why’s it so full? it’s practically bursting! YOU: if you take a bite you’re gonna spill everything out of the bread

BUCKY: hey! rude! >:( BUCKY: I’ll have you know I am a sandwich expert and it will not spill everywhere

YOU: sure it won’t babe ;)

BUCKY: >:T

“(Name)!!” Wanda comes bursting back in, holding up a thermos for you to see. It does brighten up your day, especially when Natasha pops up right after with a box of sandwiches from the best deli on the block. She even got you extra fries. God your friends are so good.

At least lunch passes without any scruples. You don’t spill any of Wanda’s spicy and absolutely delicious soup and you don’t drip any mayo on your blouse from the sandwich. There’s a close call with some ketchup for the fries but it lands next to your leg instead of on it.

“Absolutely not. How dare you even assume Eliza has a chance?” Natasha jabs a fry in your direction.

“Well it’s better than Martha! Did you see her bedroom eyes at him? And he just straight up ignored her!” Wanda throws her hands up in frustration. “Honestly, does this guy even like any of the contestants? It’s like he has the stiffest face in the world.”

You shrug, thoughtfully munching for a moment. “I just think Eliza’s nice y’know? She’s sweet and she’s not pushy, which I mean. It’s probably not great for ratings but Nick hasn’t eliminated her yet so that has to count for something right?”

“Nuh-uh! Angelica’s a favorite here. Did you see how he was laughing on their fake date? I can tell flirting when I see it. And she’s a real firecracker type, which means she’s definitely there to spice up his life if you know what I mean~” Natasha wiggles her eyebrows and you snort, nearly choking on your ice tea.

“Y’all are crazy! It’s definitely gotta be Delanie! Cute, small, hips fit real well.” Sam runs his hands in the same, also wiggling his eyebrows. “And did you see how he was watching her when she was talking about her family? How she wanted a cute little wedding like her parents? That’s a catch.”

You sigh and put your head in your hands. “It’s so artificial though. Like I know all this is scripted and framed and stuff so like, what does it matter? I’d want something real.”

“You sound really dreamy there (name). Got some embarrassing sappy things you want to say to us?” Wanda has her face pressed up to yours and you blush, pushing her away again. Wanda’s really dangerous like that, able to sniff out feelings and stories just like that.

“No! Shut your smug little faces.” All three have taken on that look that you know oh so well. You shovel another few fries in your face and then shut the empty container. Around a mouthful of the dry potatoes, you mumble, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some outlines and blueprints to work on.”

How is this day not already over? Honestly it feels like it’s been an eternity.

Your phone pings with a message. Steve, inviting you to a Monday movie night. Since movies are cheap as hell, Steve likes to visit the theaters often and see what the new thing is. Not surprising given his theatrical/acting/film study obsession.

STEVE: Movie night?

YOU: what movie?

STEVE: Cats (2019) STEVE: I know, I know I just really want to see it. It’s so interesting, the CGI work!

YOU: i dont really want to pay money to see that though YOU: like its YOU: so weird YOU: and like not YOU: i dunno i just don’t really want to see it

STEVE: :( STEVE: C’mon, it’ll be fun! We’ll get caramel corn.

YOU: ooooh tempting me YOU: but no i think imma go home and like wine night it YOU: its been a long day :/

STEVE: Ouch. Well it’s the same place as usual, 6 PM if you wanna come.

YOU: probs not but thanks anyways

STEVE: :)

You plug in your headphones and scroll through your music, settling for some chilled out tunes to slowly progress through the dense documents you have to read before you can properly plan out Sam’s thing. It sucks because you can already feel a headache starting to bud and you have to stop periodically to press on your eyes. You also frequently get up to get water, which means you’re also going to the bathroom a lot and today’s productivity has just slam dunked down the drain. To compensate for not doing literally any work in the morning (gee, thanks Zemo), you put in some overtime hours, which means you’re definitely movie night. You don’t even leave the office until your eyes are burning with the strain of staring at a screen for seven or so hours. You stumble out and rub your eyes, yawning and stretching, trying to get some of the tension out of your shoulders.

(1) message from Bucky

BUCKY: have you been at work this whole time? Damn girl BUCKY: the grind never stops💪

YOU: i wish it did YOU: ugh i’m so tired :(

BUCKY: well you’re almost home right? BUCKY: im sure there’s something good waiting for you at home BUCKY: like dinner! what are you thinking today?

You don’t even know what you’re going to do for dinner, but you’ll deal with that when you get home. At worst you have some cheap instant noodle thing that you can spice up with some eggs. It’s still dreary out and it feels like rain in your skin so you almost sprint home, sticking to the well-lit areas because you are not in the mood to punch a mugger in the nose.

You stop by the corner store though and buy yourself two bottles of wine. You buy something that’s nice, indulging a little. Or you try to anyways, when you discover you left your ID at home. You groan in frustration and instead grab some peach-mango juice and a bag of BBQ chips, hovering momentarily over the big blocks of cheese. You really could just use one to bite into, but you refrain, knowing you have shredded cheese at home, and you can just eat that with a spoon.

Trudging up the stairs, you nearly kick the dog again because it comes shooting around the corner of the stairs. As it is, you end up swerving and kicking the wall which makes you drop your grocery goods and you just.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You gather the groceries in your arms again and make it finally to your apartment, nearly staggering into the door. You fumble with the keys, missing the lock a few times before jamming it in and twisting. You’re ready to collapse on the couch and chug your juice straight from the gallon container but you don’t because when you lift your eyes up from the ground, you’re met with the bestest, sweetest, slightly crooked smile in the world.

“Bucky!” You drop everything and full body launch yourself at him, nearly tipping him over. Whatever he says about being strong and sturdy, you’re a force to be reckoned with and you snuggle your face up against his neck, breathing in the pine needle and wood smoke scent he has. “I thought you weren’t going to be back for another week!”

“Decided to surprise you doll face.” He peppers your cheeks with kisses, and you can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of you. His lips are so warm against your chilled skin and you try your best to catch them against yours.

He hefts you up a bit so you’re almost sitting on his hip. He bends down to get the fallen chips and you squeal, tightening your hold on his neck. He fakes a choking sound and you loosen a little, feeling him smile against your cheeks.

“You’re so prickly.” Your fingers run along his jawline that’s covered in stubble.

You can feel his laugh, from his chest where you’re pressed. “Sorry pumpkin, I didn’t have a lot of time between there and here.” He stands back up again and you shriek again, burying your face at the sudden moment. “Sounds like you’re still full of energy though.”

“Noooo. I’m really tired Bucky, I had a hard day at work. I’ve had a hard day all dayyyyy.” You turn with a pout, which makes him kiss your puffed cheeks. His eyes sparkle with mirth and you feel like the entire day has completely melted away.

He carries you to the couch, depositing you in front of some of your favorite Chinese take-out. The smell alone makes you wanna drool and you lean forward to take a big, deep breath. “You are a god send.” He waives it out with another full belly laugh, handing you a pair of chopsticks. He got your favorite dumplings and sour-spicy soup and of course, shrimp lo mien. You practically inhale the food. “It’s so good babe, oh my god. I have been revived from the dead.” He flicks on the TV, finding some movie marathon. It sounds like Harry Potter but you’re way to invested in the food in front of you.

It makes you feel so overwhelmingly warm to have him home again after being away for so long. Soon enough, the empty cartons are abandoned on the table and you’re curled up against his side, exhaustion seeping into your warm, full body. Bucky’s got his arm around you, gently playing with the hair that curls by your neck. He’s telling a story, something about how he had found an adorable kitten at work who had clung to his shoulder all day. His voice runs over you like honey tea, so warm and comforting. You have his other hand in your own hands, tracing the scars that lace over his knuckles and across his palm. Everyone your fingers cover, you follow with kisses.

“I love you.” You yawn in the middle, but he just leans over to kiss your forehead, simultaneously pulling over the blanket from the edge of the couch towards you. It’s your favorite blanket, and it definitely wasn’t on the couch this morning. God he’s so sweet.

“I love you too (name).” He gives you another forehead kiss and begins to play with your hair, which you almost purr at. This is it, this is peak comfort. You grip his shirt tightly, slightly worried this is just some fever dream you’re having at being so tired. “Tell me about your day. Don’t leave out a single detail!”

“Mm, well it started with a burnt pancake…”

#Bucky Barnes #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #oneshot #Reader insert

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5oclockcoffeescinema · 4 years

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Let me in

I usually don’t like remakes. For obvious reasons, specially the American ones. Just to take an example, get a very nice film like Mostly Martha and turn it into the stupid No Reservations. And I just heard that there’s a remake to Godard’s Breathless with none other than Richard Gere! What’s wrong with you guys? If a great film, worldly acclaimed, is not yours, you want to ruin it? Nah. Unfortunately, you think you’re doing a really good job. Some foreign films have an economic potential if converted to the “American taste” what, let me explain, is not exclusively to Americans. This below average taste has been spread all over the world mostly because of your powerful film industry, so this is not a critic to a country, but to a “way of life” - let’s put it that way - that can be found anywhere. Having said that, let’s move to Let Me In. Having watched Let The Right One In (Låt den rätte komma) and read John Ajvide Lindqvist’s novel, I can nothing but laugh out loud - or should I say “cry”? - after seeing Matt Reeves’ remake. He not only managed to ruin the original film but the book as well. First of all, the kids. They’re too much nice, too much cute, too much trained, too much not convincing (me). If we’re going to shoot a remake, let’s make sure to change a few things, right? Instead of a blond boy and a brunette girl, let’s choose a dark-haired boy and a dark blonde girl and voilà! Now we can copy some scenes, frame to frame, add a little bit of crap to it, and we have a “great” and different film. Anyhow, it’d be better if the differences have remained restricted to the cast. I feel sorry for saying it, but even the bullying is worse here. Americans and their vision of right and wrong had, of course, to justify why that boy has such a nasty behavior: he calls Owen “little girl” and treats him the way he does because his older brother does the same to him. Oh poor little kid! Still into this good versus evil vision, we have Owen’s mom and Abby’s “dad”, who only looks like Håkan. Of course the pedophile (not suggested in the film) can’t be somehow “nice”, so he will not only call little Abby fucking bitch and yells at her, as he seems to be the “boss” in all situations. Why does he douse his face with acid? Because that’s what Håkan does in Let the Right One In. For not even one second you believe he would do that to protect Abby what, by the way, is not even explained. Now, Owen’s mom. It’s unbelievable, but true: she is a freaking religious and that must explain everything, right? Divorced parents, fanatic mom, weird boy. And where this comes from? Reeves took this religion thing of the book, but changed it for worst. In the novel, Oskar has a sort of friend, Tommy, an older boy who lives in his building. Tommy’s mom is dating the religious police officer, Staffan, that investigates the deaths. What Reeves did was take Lacke and the other drunks off the scene and put Staffan in. Those scenes in the hospital are really in the book, but he is not killed. Talking about scenes and killing, if you watched Let The Right One In you remember that there were two girls with a dog that find the first Håkan’s victim, right? Well, to not let such an important thing out, Reeves makes Ginia - the woman that will be attacked by Abby - a “posh girl” walking with her dog. Oh, and I was almost forgetting the worst thing about this film: when thirsty for blood, Abby becomes a mix of Marilyn Manson and the girl from The Exorcist, what it’s said to be the great difference between the two films, making Reeve’s film more suitable for the terror genre and less romantic than Tomas Alfredson’s. Have these critics seem the same film I did? Because Let Me In is much more romantic in a silly way. First of all, Abby and Owen’s relationship develops very fast, specially due to the fact that eight minutes are lost in that useless and typical beginning scene. Also, they’re really good kids, no matter if Abby kills people and Owen spies his female neighbour about to have sex. Owen is so nice that, in a normal and innocent idea of sex as sin or ‘love in this side, sex in the other’, he stops spying Abby when she’s changing clothes. Of course that this scene happens mostly because people wouldn’t understand the similar scene of Let The Right One In, another reason why Abby says that she’s not a girl, she’s nothing. If she had only said she is not a girl, people would understand exactly the same as we did in Let The Right One In, where the homosexuality is not clear: she’s not a girl, she’s a vampire. Not necessary to say much more. Not everything has to be said or shown. I would prefer to wonder what they “talked” in the end than to know that the “trains starts to move”. Other few points: I think the cold light of Let The Right One In works much better than the “warm” yellow one of Let Me In, but yes, I understand that New Mexico is not Stockholm. The music that is an important thing in the Swedish film completely loses its sense in this one. When we meet someone and feel connected, don’t we want to show the person a film we like, a song we love? That’s what Oskar does, when he put that amazing song to play in vinyl and tries to look cool in front of Eli. The song, “Kvar i min bil”, played by Per Gessle, says something like “All of my heart crushed like glass, trashed when you said 'you’ve got to leave’. Where should I run? What will I come to?” perfectly fits Oskar. Let The Right One In is one of the few cases where the film is better than the book, a sort of cheesy horror flick. Let Me In is one of several cases where a remake is worse than the original film and the book.

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Ground Me, chapter seven

Isak was trying very hard not to freak out or let his hurt feelings show. For the past three days, Even has been avoiding him. Every time he called him Even found some excuse to get off the phone quickly, every text went hours without being answered and when an answer did come through it was short and pointless. On top of that Even had switched shifts with his buddy Mikael who Isak finally met. The floppy hair teen was nice, with a goofy smile on his face, friendly enough when he’d teased Isak about how much Even apparently had talked his ear off about Isak. The happiness of hearing that Even was gushing about him to his friend was short lived now that Even was going radio silent on him.

What made it worse was that it felt like everyone around him knew what was really happening. Mikael, Martha, even Fredrik who other than to coo at them had stayed out of Even and his relationship all had a knowing look on their face every day that Isak showed up for work only to find that Even was already gone for the day. Fredrik just shook his head and muttered about teenagers. Mikael shrugged uncomfortably at him and Isak got it, they were friendly and got along but Mikael and Even had been friends since childhood, having gone to the same schools since grade school, it was only now that Mikael was at university that Even wasn’t with him, he liked Isak but wasn’t about to betray Even’s trust. And Martha just seemed angry, not at him, no, if anything the blonde girl seemed more protective of him than ever and kept calling Even ridiculous and making Isak hot chocolates whenever Isak looked depressed which was always.

“Was it me?” Isak asks as he finishes sweeping the floor, Mikael behind the counter looks up from where he's pouring whip cream into a mug, Martha who is putting on her coat to leave for the day looks over at him too. “Did I do something wrong?”

Mikael hands over the cup to the pretty girl in front of him giving her a smile before looking at him helplessly. “Isak-“

“We were fine,” Isak bites down on his lip, he can feel himself getting upset and it wouldn’t do anyone any good. But they were, they had been at his place on Sunday, exchanging kisses and touches, his friends knew and they were happy for him, he was happy. How could it only be Wednesday and he was miserable?

“Ugh!” Martha lets out a noise that sounds like a screech and stalks over to him, the few people that are in the shop look over and Isak feels himself blush at the attention while Martha ignores everyone.

“Listen to me Isak, you have done nothing wrong, Even is being an idiot.”

“Martha” Mikael protest.

“Don’t say that about Even,” Isak says at the same time.

Martha lets out a laugh that holds no amusement. “Defending him even now, it must be love. I stand by my statement. I love that giant giraffe but right now he’s being so dumb, unfortunately, the only one who can do something about it is you, though I have half a mind to kick his ass, maybe then he’ll get in gear and tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Isak questions.

“Martha!” Mikael says again, this time scolding.

She rolls his eyes at Mikael. “Not my place to say, but you should talk to him, make him tell you.”

“But he’s avoiding me,” Isak whines, ignoring how much admitting it hurts.

Martha gives him a challenging look at that. “You know Fredrik hired you because you look like a sad, lost boy.”

Isak rolls his eyes having heard this before. “Yeah, I know, baby bird.”

Martha’s lips quirk at that. “Right, but something tells me he’s wrong about that and that if you want something you get your way, there’s a brat look about you, Isak.”

“Mean,” Isak pouts.

“Honest,” she counters. “You want Even to stop ignoring you and talk to you? Make him.”

“Make him,” Isak repeats.

Martha nods and starts to take off her coat again. “In fact, I’d be willing to take the rest of your shift, you know he’s home and it’s not like he’s expecting you to show up right now.”

Isak looks her and then looks over at Mikael who gives him an encouraging nod, he smiles at them in return, the first smile he’s let out in days. “You guys are the best.”

“We are,” Mikael answers solemnly, earning a laugh from it. “We really are, now go, I want my best friend to start waxing poetic about your face again, it’s great blackmail material.”

“Do we need to visit the doctor?”

Even turns his gaze from staring at the ceiling as he lays back on his bed to look over at him mother who is standing at his doorway with a pinched expression of worry on her usually beautiful face. Even hate, hate, that he’s the cause of that look.

“I’m not having an episode,” he replies quietly, he knows the different between truly depressed and just sad, though sometimes they feel the same, like now.

“Hjertet mitt,” his mother says softly. The words causing his eyes to sting with unreleased tears. ‘my heart’ every time of mother says it he feels like a child again and not like the grown man he is, instantly making him want to burrow in her arms like he did as a kid even though he towers over her now. “What is it, did you and Isak have a fight?”

“I’d have to stop being scared and actually talk to him for us to fight,” Even answers bitterly.

“Even,” he mother says still gentle.

“I’m avoiding him,” he answers as he sits up, his mother walks over and climbs up to sit next to him, making him smile a bit as she grumbles about his bed being a bunk.

“Alright,” she says with a huff as she gets herself seated properly on his bed. “Why are you avoiding him when you are so crazy about him?”

“Crazy,” Even chuckles bitterly. “Well, I am that.”

“Even,” his mother says this time the gentleness was gone and in its place a fierceness that is so his mother. “I won’t have anyone say that about you, not even you.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles feeling chastised.

His mother sighs again. “What happened?”

Even picks at a loose thread of his shirt. “I found out why Isak lives with roommates, instead of his parents.”

“And?” she prompts.

“And,” Even drags out the word. “It’s cause his mother is like me, she’s sick, his dad left him behind with her and eventually he couldn’t take it anymore and he had to leave too.”

“Oh Even,” she starts, her hand reaches up to comb through his hair. He doesn’t need to say it because he knows she already knows what he’s thinking. “That doesn’t mean at if he knows about you, he’ll leave you.”

“It obviously caused him pain,” Even answers, his voice cracking with anguish and he remembers Isak talking about his mother, he remembers that Eskild found him in a bar drunk out of his mind and that Isak had rather go home with a stranger and hide in his basement than face whatever troubles he had with his mom. “I don’t want to cause him that same pain, I’m going to hurt him and I can’t momma, he’s so beautiful and special. So gentle and all I want is to keep him safe, but how can I, when what I have to keep him safe from is myself?”

His mother brings her hand to his chin and makes him look at her. “You are not a danger.”

“I have hurt you,” Even counters. “I have hurt you and dad, I have said stupid things when I have my episodes, made you worried, you can’t deny that.”

His mother looks at him quietly for a moment and then gives him a single nod. “There have been tough times,” she concedes and Even would feel good about being right if it didn’t hurt to hear. “But it isn’t always and it isn’t your fault. And the good time Even, the good times make up for everything and more, you are so special and we are lucky to have you in our lives, I think Isak, from everything you have told me, is a smart boy and would agree with that.”

Even doesn’t stop the tears from falling this time overwhelmed by his mother’s words. “I’m going to lose him, momma.”

She hugs him, holding him closer when he clings to her.

“Haven’t you already losing him by avoiding him?” she asks as kindly as she can.

“Ugh,” he groans into her shoulder. “Don’t use your mom logic on me when I’m miserable, it’s mean.”

His mother chuckles as she pulls back, the doorbell ringing as she does. “Talk to the boy,” she says once more, pointing at the cell phone that rests on his bed as she climbs down and heads for the hallway.

Even nods playing with his phone, watching her leave. He swipes his phone open, his thumb hovering over the call button once he’s opened his contact to Isak. He’s a work now and Even questions whether he should interrupt him.

“Hey.”

Even almost drops his phone at the voice and looks up to find Isak at his doorway the way his mother had been before, she stands behind him with a small smile on her face.

“I knew he was a smart boy,” she comments, flashing a wider smile at Isak when he turns to look at her. “Nice to meet you Isak, I’ll leave you two to talk.”

“Nice to meet you,” Isak says at her retreating back before looking back at Even. “Can I?” he asks pointing at Even’s room.

Even gives him a jerky nod, his mouth suddenly dry. “Yeah,” he gets out. “Come in.”

Isak looks at him for a moment and then does come in, closing the door behind him.

“I was about to call you,” Even blurts out, trying to find something to say when the silence lingers too long between them.

“That’s a twist,” Isak answers and Even winces at that.

Isak sighs, pulling off his snapback to comb his hand through his hair. “Sorry.”

Even shakes his head quickly. “No, don’t be sorry, it’s the truth,” he licks his lips nervously. “I’ve been avoiding you.”

Isak looks at him and Even can tell he’s surprised that Even admits it so easily before he deflates visibly in front of Even. Even watches in horror as Isak’s bottom lip quivers.

“Just tell me what I did wrong,” Isak asks, his voice cracking. He seems smaller as he wraps his arms around himself in an obvious attempt to get a hold of himself.

Even jumps from his bed and crosses the room in three steps. His arms go around Isak’s slim frame, not thinking but hoping Isak doesn’t push him away he deserves. He lets out a sigh of relief when Isak just wraps his arms around Even’s waist, his finger gripping Even’s shirt like he’s afraid if he lets go, Even will disappear.

“Oh, baby,” Even breathes, his presses his words into Isak’s skin, holding him even tighter when he hears a whimper come out of Isak. “You did nothing wrong, baby, you are perfect Isak, so perfect.”

“Then why?” Isak asks again, his words muffled from where his face is pressed into Even’s neck.

“Because I’m an idiot,” Even answers. And he is, he’s so stupid if he thinks he can let this boy go, this boy that gives his world so much color and light, who centers him with a look, a touch, a smile.

Isak pulls back and frowns at him. “Martha called you that earlier, I didn’t like it then, I don’t like it now.”

Even stares at Isak in awe, he is so in love with this boy it takes his breath away.

“Perfect,” Even whispers, smiling when Isak blushes.

“She also called me a brat,” Isak continues, his hand covering Even’s mouth when he goes to protest. “She meant that I get my way and I realized she was right, I do get my way and what I want right now is for you to talk to me and tell me what’s wrong, because before we were perfect and now we’re this, what happened between Sunday and now, Even.”

Even closes his eyes, letting out a soft sound when Isak caresses his face. “What happened Evy?”

“I got scared,” Even confesses, his voice a whisper. “I got scared that I was going to lose you and I thought like an idiot that if I avoided you I could delay it.”

Isak looks at him, his expression hurt but also confused. “Why are you scared that you’re going to lose me, I’m not going anywhere, it’s you pulling away, Even.”

“Because of your mother,” Even answers, his heart pounding as he says the words. “I’m like her.”

“Even,” Isak starts, even more confused.

“I’m bipolar,” he gets out, pulling away from Isak, turning his back to the boy, he can’t get the words out and see Isak’s expression. He can’t. “I take medication and for the most part I’m okay, but then there are these moments, where I get really high and do crazy things because I think every idea I have is good and then I come down so hard it’s difficult to even leave my bed. I’m messed up and I always will be, I can’t help it. When you told me about your mom, I could see how much that situation hurt you, I don’t want to be that for you.”

Even finishes speaking, swallowing hard around the lump in his throat, he feels raw and exposed. He still doesn’t turn around, he can’t face watching Isak walk away from him. The room fills with silence and Even holds his breath, waiting to hear Isak’s footstep walking away.

Instead, he hears them get closer and he lets out a gasp when Isak’s arms circle his waist, his lips brushing against Even’s neck. “Maybe Martha and you are right,” Isak murmurs against his skin, pressing a soft kiss against it. “You are dumb.”

Even starts at that, but Isak squeezes him tighter.

“I’m in love with you, you idiot.”

#skam #isak x even #evak #my writing #evak fic

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