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flatstarcarcosa · 1 year

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dumping this here for later but oh man oh shit

“Emily,” says Sam, catching her by the wrist and jerking her towards him. “What do you know about all of this?” He knows she knows more than she’s letting on, and if this some other game she’s playing for fun, he wants no part of it.

Even still, something in his gut tells him he’s already a part of it.

“What do I know?” she asks, blinking at him from behind her glasses. Then she smiles. “I don’t know anything about what you may be thinking! I certainly don’t know a swath of information that could put a big, shiny, target on my back for people who don’t like the idea of other people knowing those things, that’s for sure!”

He lets go of her wrist, frowning.

Then she reaches forward, encasing him in a hug. “I really wish you would come say ‘hi’ for something other than one of you almost fucking dying in some horrid, tragic way, but oh, what can you do, right?” she says, giving him a pat on the ass with each hand.

And then she’s letting him go, stepping around him and calling over her shoulder, “by the way, if you could get your three strays the fuck out of my lab before you cause anymore problems that would be great. Okay? Okay!”

Sam’s frown has deepened, paired now with a slight grimace. Despite the complicated history between the two of them, he’s never known Emily to be a hugger.

At least, not like that.

He blinks.

Reaches to pat his pockets, and barely feels the SD card through the fabric of his jeans.

His office back at the apartment started life as an obscenely large walk-in closet. The first thing he did upon moving in was gut the damn thing and rebuild it to be something useful. In a pinch, it could also serve as a place to ride out an outbreak, although in reality if you haven’t gotten out of the building at best by the time you’d need the room, you’re likely dead already.

He makes sure any outside connections are killed and any needed signal masking is up before popping the SD card into his laptop. The data files load one by one by one. It’s almost too much to parse, but the sheer amount of watermarks for various government agencies, and not all of the American, tell him that enough of it is real.

He reaches for a bottom drawer and pulls out [some old ass bottle of booze he’s probably had since before the rising that’s almost empty and he never shares and only uses for OH SHIT moments that isaac and i always pout about never getting to drink].

His phone rings when he’s halfway through the data. He answers it with one tap, not even bothering to look at the caller ID.

“Emily, what exactly am I looking at here?”

“Enough evidence to try us both for treason, for one,” she says, the earlier joviality and theatrics gone from her voice. It’s been replaced, for once, by something that actually sounds serious.

Serious, and exhausted.

“Anyone else finds out you have it and my cover is that you broke into my lab and assaulted my people to get it, by the way,” she says.

“Like that’s going to help,” he says, draining the last of his drink. “But what am I looking at? It looks like there’s pieces missing, things that don’t make sense.”

“I left some things out,” she says, “it’s like a puzzle. You’ve got everything you need to finish it. If I gave it to you on a silver platter all you’d do is focus on the blemishes in the silver.”

“What does that mean?” he asks.

It doesn’t matter, she’s already hung up. That feeling in his gut gets worse as he leans back in the chair and drums his fingers on the desk.

It’s less about figuring out what she meant, and more about finally accepting it.

He yanks open the top drawer, pops the false bottom with a fingerprint scan, and pulls out a flashdrive. He considers it for a moment. A long moment.

Can you really know what you already know if you don’t actually see it?

The flashdrive is the ‘work’ drive. It contains all his files, dossiers and anything related to all the jobs the three of them have been doing all these years. From the first one... to the last one.

He knows whats coming.

He shoves the flashdrive home.

It takes a few clicks to organize everything, and a few minutes for the system to unscramble the two sources of data and put them into a linear feed.

He feels the blood drain from his face as the gaps fill.

The reservoir conditions, the ‘mysterious’ deaths, the ‘accidents’, even some of the outbreaks over the years-- it’s all connected, and worse, none of it is accidental.

It’s all planned.

It’s easy to miss if you’re not looking. Easier still if you haven’t been involved in some of those deaths.

Someone, somewhere, has been planning all of this.

And he’s been stupid enough to get wrapped up in it without even knowing.

Sam’s halfway across the apartment when Isaac finally speaks from the dark dining room.

“It’s one in the morning, where are you going?” He’s leaning over the table, arms wrapped around a half empty bottle of Jameson.

“Out,” is all Sam says. He’s three feet from his keys, and the door.

“Looks like Ryman’s probably gonna win the race,” says Isaac. “Dead daughters are good for ratings, who knew?”

Sam says nothing. Takes another step.

“Hey, Sam?” asks Isaac. “I know that we’re not, like, heroes or anything given the work we’ve done, but... have we been the villains the whole time?”

“That’s what I’m going out to think about,” says Sam. He yanks his keys from the rack, and the door slams shut behind him.

It’s a surprise, but also not really, to discover Price has an office just across town. He’s not the one running the show, Sam’s aware of that from how deep this seems to go, but he was always the sole method of contact he’d had all these years.

It’s a good enough start.

It’s a high security building, and Sam has to consent to three blood tests just to access the parking garage. It’s going to leave a trail. He finds himself unconcerned with it.

Once parked, the tests stop. The elevator, he notices upon entry, easily functions as a kill zone: if you manage to get in and somehow convert before you get to your desired floor, there’s no doubt half a dozen systems ready to pick up on the changes and seal the car.

Glancing up at the ceiling confirms it when he lays eyes on what are clearly exhaust points for bleach bombs and formalin.

So efficient.

If only Price had been so efficient at scrubbing all of his personal data from the job information he’d passed along. Likely never thought it would come to bite him in the ass.

The elevator stops, and a cheery robotic voice speaks from above. “Welcome, Guest,” it says, “please submit to a blood test.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Sam replies, monotonously.

“Refusal to submit to testing will be logged as confirmation of active Kellis-Amberlee infection, and infection protocols will be followed. Please place your hand on the-”

The robot cuts itself off when he slaps his palm against the testing pad.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” says the robot. There’s no lights above the unit. The only way he knows he passed, aside from knowing he’s not infected to begin with, is when the door chimes pleasantly and hisses open.

He strides down the hall, takes a left, and bangs on Price’s door loudly and hard enough that if the man doesn’t want nosy neighbors wondering what’s going on, he has no choice but to answer it.

Sam’s aware that in addition to the blood tests, he’s likely being recorded.

Another hunch confirmed, when Price himself speaks somewhere from a speaker situated around the door.

“Oh, my, Locus, what a surprise,” says the man, uneasily. “We don’t normally do business face-to-face.”

“This seemed inappropriate to do any other way,” says Sam. His eyes flick upwards, as he notices a small red light above the door frame suddenly begin to flash yellow.

“Well, as much as I’d love to address whatever issues you’re having, my building doesn’t allow us to let people in without a blood test,” says Price. The nervousness in his voice is beginning to sound more pompous; like he’s found a loophole to avoid whatever conflict Sam is bringing with him.

Only for the benefit of the doubt, and humoring the other man, does Sam place his hand against yet another testing panel. Needles bite into his fingers, and a spot under his wrist.

A few seconds later the panel lets out a disconcerting buzzing noise.

“Oh, my,” says Price, “it seems my unit is malfunctioning. I’ll have to report that right away.”

Taking a guess as to where the eye of the camera is, Sam looks dead into it and pulls a flat head screwdriver from his back pocket.

He knows this unit. It’s the same one the four of them had at the hotel in Wisconsin. He runs the tip of the screw driver along the small, almost nonexistent seam around the faceplate of the unit. It takes two passes for the tip to get purchase and loosen it enough to slide in.

Using it as leverage, he twists. The faceplate pops loose and falls at his feet with a loud clatter.

“Wh... what are you doing?” asks Price. “Tampering with a testing unit is a felony, as I’m sure you know.”

“What’s one more?” asks Sam, almost casually, as he rips the actual testing pad out of the casing. He looks back up at the camera as he reaches in and pries a couple of wires loose from their connections. “No one ever wants to think about how infallible these really are. It would ruin the illusion...”

Sparking the ends of the wires together causes the unit to short out and register a clean test at the same time. Price’s door snaps open.

“...wouldn’t it?” asks Sam.

Price is a few feet away, behind a desk, and holding his hands up in a placating gesture. “Now, Locus,” he says, “I can only fathom what this may be about, but let’s not do anything you may regret.”

“No codenames,” says Sam, taking a step past the threshold. The door shuts behind him, and he hits the manual lock with the side of his fist. “Not this time.”

“And you’ve always been so concerned about operational security,” says Price, attempting to inject a patronizing humor into his voice. “Now, I’d like to discuss the sudden change. That can be a sign of-”

“Me losing my patience,” interrupts Sam. “You used opsec to keep me in the dark, because you knew it was the easiest way to do it. Did Emily give you my file, or did you get it from whoever your shadowy friends are?”

“I can state with accuracy miss Grey fiercely guards the privacy of her patients,” says Price.

Ah. There it is.

Annoyance.

He may not have gotten anything from Emily, but he, or someone he works with, definitely tried at some point.

With methodical slowness, Sam slips the screwdriver back into his pocket. Price visibly relaxes, at least until Sam pulls a pair of gloves out.

“We can talk about this rationally, Locus,” he says. “It’s why I approached you in the first place; I can always count on you to see through to the heart of the ma-”

Sam reaches the other side of the desk, and uses one gloved hand to shove it out of the way.

“No codenames,” he repeats, pausing to put on the other glove. “No smokescreens, no doublespeak. The truth.”

“I-I can’t,” says Price, backing up more. He finds the wall, and realizes at the same time he has effectively cornered himself. “Honestly, I can’t.”

Sam regards him silently for a moment, and then sighs.

“Unfortunate.”

No one can accurately say for sure whether murder statistics have gone up or down in the years since the Rising. Pre-amplification murders are easily covered up as post-amplification self defense, and it’s hard for medical examiners to look over a corpse that’s actively trying to eat them.

That isn’t, however, to say that you can’t murder someone. Just that the act of it requires more... tact.

One gloved hand grabs Price by the throat and slams him, once, into the wall.

“W-w-wait,” he stammers, “I can help you, okay? That’s what we do, right? We help each other. I have files I never sent to you, just let me get to my computer and we can still solve this in a calm, rational manner.”

He thinks it’s an intimidation tactic. He’s wrong. It’s Sam getting a feel for his weight and trying to find out if he was right on his guess.

5′10, 185 pounds, give or take.

6 minutes to conversion. 8 if he’s lucky.

He hasn’t been feeling very lucky lately.

“The ways to murder someone that doesn’t result in fluid splatter and a higher risk of exposure have dwindled over the years,” says Sam. “People are too afraid to get close enough to do what needs to be done.”

He steps forward once more, until he’s towering over the other man.

“But not me, right?” he asks. “Isn’t that what you said in your recruitment speech?”

Mr. Ortez, I sought after you because frankly, I think you may be one of the last men in this country that’s willing to do what it takes to get the job done. You’re not a man afraid of getting his hands a little dirty.

Price’s eyes widen, and Sam pulls him forward suddenly enough to make him lose his footing. He uses them momentum to get Price in a chokehold, one forearm cutting into his airway as the other braces the back of his head.

“You wait to try and suffocate someone, you leave room for error,” he says. “We’re hardwired to fight back, and that makes things complicated.”

Price gags and begins to do exactly that: fight back. Two careful steps, and Sam adjusts his hold.

“I hate complicated,” he says.

A twist and a squeeze and he feels the tendons and ligaments in the other man’s neck go. It takes a bit more time before he feels the bones themselves go, and Price goes limp immediately.

He watches the clock on the wall the whole time.

A stroke of that luck he’d thought of before comes back into his life at the discovery that Price’s computer is a laptop. It’s hooked up to a cloud service, and Sam executes the command to download everything to the local disk and wipe the rest.

It takes 6 minutes.

At five minutes, and thirty-five seconds, Price gurgles once more.

Wordlessly, and without the need to fully turn towards him, Sam slips his .45 from his thigh holster, and fires one shot into the center of the reanimated man’s head.

“I told you, I hate complicated,” he says.

The computer finishes, and he slips the laptop under his arm, taking care to step over the slowly pooling blood. He disposes of the gloves by the entryway. By the time anyone can fully enter the office again, the gloves will be melted down to nothing.

They were for fluid protection, not fingerprints, anyway.

He hits the lock button again, and steps through the door. He catches it from sealing with his boot, leaning back in just enough to be heard. “Computer, it appears the primary resident of this office has amplified, please classify this room as a hazard zone and alert local authorities.”

“Acknowledged,” says the computer, “any visiting guests must remain inside until declared uninfected by-”

He removes his boot and turns, and the door slams shut. Price trying to keep him out by tampering with his own unit has left the computer unable to recognize that anyone was in the room with him at all. It defaults to basic emergency instructions, running with the data that no one has escaped lockdown.

Sam returns down the hall, and takes another left at the same junction. He leaves the building on the opposite side, and his Jeep rolls out of the parking garage before the automated systems have had a chance to communicate with each other about an active hazard zone now existing.

That kind of delay is dangerous. That’s how a single incident turns into an entire outbreak.

“Sloppy,” he says to the rear view mirror, and no one else.

It’s been long enough since Sam has been an active participant in the field, and he’d left in such a hurry, that he’d entirely forgotten about the cameras running on his ‘work’ clothes.

It’s a good thing he did.

Back at home, curiosity got the best of Isaac, and he’d booted up the live feed from Sam’s cameras. He’d been expecting to catch the guy talking to himself, or something else worth dunking on for cheap laughs.

Instead, he had to drag Reese out of bed so the two of them could wipe the trail he left behind as he went. Neither of them are exactly the best when it comes to IT, but together they know enough to block outgoing test results from reaching their destination.

Hell, Sam had even said it himself: what’s one more felony, right?

“We need to know what’s on that laptop,” says Reese, leaning back in their chair and muting the camera feed.

“I’m sure we will,” says Isaac, returning to his original position of curling himself around the bottle of whiskey. “He got us into this. Least he can do is get us out.”

If there’s bitterness in the words, well, maybe for now... Sam deserves at least some of it.

Reese watches the computer screen blankly as a knot forms in their throat. Ever since Sam had taken the two of them in, they’d always been quick to see how far they could push boundaries before he got mad about.

They thought they knew what Sam was like when he was angry, but only now are they realizing that they’ve never truly seen him angry.

And, truthfully, the most terrifying thing about it is not that they just watched him methodically kill a man. No, the horror comes from the fact that he does it without ever raising his voice.

#reelix au: the good the bad & the dead #not proofreading this bc i don't need to rn i just needed to shit this out before it's gone in my brain forever so when i need it later #i can be like ah look. prewritten and everything.

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marvelslut16 · 4 years

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I trust you

Prompt number: 31 “I trust you”

Fandom: Marvel

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Part two to Trust me for once.

Rating: T

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions blood, violence, and death. A lil angst.

A/N: I just want to write for Bucky for the rest of fictober, someone stop me please. I don’t know why I love this fic so much, but I do. Maybe it’s my lack of sleep messing with me lmao. I passed 500 followers and I can’t possibly begin to explain how much that means to me and how much I love each and every one of you! When I started my Tumblr last year to write some shitty self indulgent fanfics I never thought anyone would ever read them. I never imagined having 500 people following my shitty blog.

In the week and a half since Hydra had captured you, Bucky has been spiraling. When he got to the quinjet and turned to look for you, his heart fell into the pit of his stomach when he couldn’t find you. Everything you had said to him in the warehouse started to make more sense, you phrashed things a specific way; ‘so long as it gets you out of here safely.’ He knew you weren’t coming, but he still made Steve keep the quinjet there and wait until it was almost too late and the team was under attack again.

Back at the compound Bucky spends all of his time in his room or down in the gym punching- and breaking- one of the many punching bags, throwing his knives at targets, and working on his shooting. He isn’t sleeping and he isn’t eating, he won’t even talk to Steve when the super soldier tries to get him to talk- whether it be about what happened in the warehouse or anything in general.

Steve, Sam, and Tony are exhausting every resource they have to find you, Hydra had moved you to another location as soon as the quinjet was out of sight of the base. On the rare occasion Bucky isn’t in the gym or his room, he's hovering over the shoulders of the three men hoping he’ll see something they missed. He doesn’t, and only succeeds in annoying aforementioned men with his brooding stares and silence.

Bucky has nightmares on a daily basis again, something that his time in Wakanda with Shuri and T’Challa had gotten rid of. The only difference this time is he doesn’t see himself. He sees everything he went through, all the tourture he endured and the innocent bloodshed, but instead of him you’re in his shoes. He watches you get your brain turned into mush in the damn chair. He watches you forgetting everyone- forgetting him- and then going after the Avengers because you don’t know any better. He can never wake up from the nightmares, he’s stuck in them until he watches you die or you kill him.

Twelve days after you’re taken, Bucky's down in the gym, sitting on a chair because the memories of you in the warehouse are consuming him. You saying that he hates you and to just trust you for once are playing on repeat. How could you think he doesn't trust you?

“I trust you!” he screams into the empty gym, wishing he’d told you so in the warehouse, hurling the knife that was resting in his hand into the wall across from him. He goes to run his hands through his long strands of hair, forgetting he had cut most of it off, something you would refer to as pulling a Britney. He has no idea what that even means, but you say it everytime you or Nat impulsively cut your hair super short. Instead he pushes the palms of his hands into his eyes, trying to push the memories away. “I could never hate you.”

Steve enters the gym quietly, observing his best friend for a few minutes. He’s never seen him this bad before, not even when he was consumed by guilt when he realized all of the innocent lives that were lost by his hands. Steve was aware that Bucky has had feelings for you since he saw you, immediately becoming infatuated with your beauty. His feelings continued to grow when he learned your humor, sarcasm, intelligence, and saw your skill in battle. Steve knew Bucky was intimidated and nervous, not as skilled with the women like he was seventy years ago and that’s why he didn’t talk to you, but Steve never realized that Bucky cared this much.

“Hey Buck,” Steve finally speaks, causing Bucky to stand up and pretend he wasn’t just having a breakdown. “We’ve got something.”

Bucky doesn’t verbally respond, instead he brushes past Steve and walks out of the gym. Steve quickly leads the way to the lab, filling Bucky in on the new development. Hydra is streaming a live feed of you chained to a chair right to every computer and television screen in the compound. When the two get to the lab, packed with the rest of the Avengers huddling around the same screen, Bucky see’s you for the first time in twelve days. The first time you aren’t a figment of his imagination. You’re bruised and bloody: split lip with dried blood on your chin; dried blood on your forehead from where you must have wiped the blood from the cut on your eyebrow so it didn’t drip into your eyes before you were chained to the chair; you’re left eye black, blue, and bruised; your skin has a yellow hue and your cheeks are hollow from malnutrition.

Bucky wants to scream, he wants to put a fist through a wall, and he wants to kill whoever laid a hand on you. The Avengers watch quietly as he squeezes through the gaps in the group's huddle so he can be by the screen. By you. You aren’t staring at the camera, instead staring straight in front of you, where he imagines Hydra agents are standing.

“You don’t want another Winter Soldier,” your voice is the exact opposite of your appearance, it’s still so strong and determined. “You want the Winter Soldier. You wanted us to intercept the messages and show up at the base, it was an ambush.”

“Very good, Ms. (Y/L/N),” a man speaks off screen, he has a thick Russian accent, but Bucky doesn’t recognize it. “The only problem was that you seemed to figure it out that day, and ruined our plans.”

“Oops?” your sarcasm garners another slap, the ring on the man's hand causing a gash on your cheekbone. “It’s been what, over a week? How long are you gonna keep me?”

“Until Soldat switches places with you,” you let out a loud bark of a laugh that echoes off the walls in the small room.

“Bucky, your Soldat, he won’t sacrifice himself for me,” you laugh at the man interrogating you.

“We learned of his affections for you-” you cut him off with another laugh.

“You need to fire whoever told you that,” you can’t stop laughing at the absurdity that came out of the Hydra agents mouth. And you don’t care if he becomes angry and annoyed with you, you’re gonna get killed no matter what. Your eyes quickly flick to the camera set up on your left, the one the Hydra agents thought you hadn’t seen, before continuing knowing the Avengers had to be seeing all of this. “The only affection Bucky has for me is hatred. He hates me, there’s no way he’d switch places for little old me. You should have captured literally anyone else if you wanted him to be upset. He can’t stand me! We can’t even hold a simple conversation, and he always leaves the room when I’m in it. We were only paired up on this mission because of a fluke accident. Face it, you fucked up. I’m worthless to your Soldat.”

“That’s not true!” Bucky feels like he’s yelling it at the screen, but his protest is only a whisper. The rest of the team watches him with sad eyes, he’s looking at you so longingly. Trying to will you to understand how he feels about you through the screen. As if on cue, you glance at the camera again, giving it a sd smile, accepting your fate. A loud ping comes from one of the computers in the lab, but Bucky keeps eye contact with you, even though he knows you can’t see. He doesn’t realize he’s doing it until his flesh hand is pressed against the television.

“We’ve got a location!” Tony yells, already calling for his suit.

“Then you’re worthless to me!” the hydra agent growls, stopping the team in their tracks who were on their way to change.

“No,” Bucky pleads, when he hears the safety of a gun clicking off.

“Any last words for your precious Avengers?” the man asks you, gesturing to the camera, he hadn’t noticed you’d already seen it.

“I’d say tell my family I love them,” you’re openly talking to the camera now. “But I don’t have any. So thank you for being the family I never had, and the family I always wanted. I love every single one of you.”

A tear slips from your non swollen eye, a matching one rolling down Bucky’s cheek. The screen goes black, a gun goes off, and then the feed cuts completely. “No!” he screams, going to punch a hole in the television, but his fist goes right through due to it being Stark technology.

“Where are you going?” Steve calls as Bucky heads to exit to the lab, no one else moving, too shocked to register everything that just happened.

“Let’s go kill those bastards,” is his gruff response, heading towards the hanger with the Quinjet since he’s already dressed in his tactical gear from his time in the gym.

Steve and Tony are the first ones dressed and ready to go, but the latter hangs back so Steve can talk to his best friend privately. Steve doesn’t say anything when he sits beside the brunette, he doesn’t know where to begin.

“(Y/N) died thinking I hated her Stevie,” Bucky’s voice breaks. “I kept my distance cause I didn’t want to hurt her. And then I saw her with Sam and I was jealous so I started to ignore her more. I pushed her away because I was scared and jealous. And now she’ll never know that I love her.”

A shot rings through the small room you’re stuck in, the bullet lodging into the wall beside your head. You glance at the camera, finding the red light off. Your team, your family thinks you're dead. That was his damn plan, he knows they’ll come to avenge you.

“Sit tight,” he smirks, the barrel of his gun coming into contact with your skull, effectively knocking you out.

Your head is heavy and pounding in pain when you finally come to. Outside the door you can hear screams and guns going off at rapid speed. You cringe away from the sound when someone uses their body to break open the door to your room. The sound of familiar footsteps clomping towards you causes you to perk up, it’s Bucky. You can’t open your eyes or even move your head towards the sound to alert him that you’re okay, but you hear a whispered “thank god,” when he hears your steady heartbeat. From the crunching sound you can tell Bucky used his vibranium hand to crush the handcuffs keeping you attached to the chair.

He picks you up bridal style, holding you close to his warm chest. You involuntarily cuddle into the warmth, causing Bucky to smile lovingly down at you. “I’ve got you now,” he whispers, hand caressing your cheek, careful not to put pressure on your many cuts.

When you wake up again, you're in the familiar sterile medbay at the compound. A heavy weight is on your hand, looking over you notice it’s Bucky's hands clutching yours, his head tipped back on the seat he’s in.

“He hasn’t left your side,” Sam smirks at the scene from the doorway, holding a falcon stuffed animal. You playfully roll your eyes at the gift, but reach for it with your free hand. Bucky starts to stir, so Sam gives you a kiss on the forehead and heads for the door again. “Tinman’s whipped.”

The first thing you notice when you glance at Bucky again is his hair. He cut it all off when you were gone. As much as you loved his luscious locks and thought he was hot with them, he’s undeniably sexy with the short hairstyle. “You cut your hair,” Bucky immediately wakes up the rest of the way at your voice, ocean blue eyes staring into yours. “It looks good on you.”

“You could have died,” his voice exasperated. “And the first thing you mention is my hair. I’ve been worried sick, (Y/N)!”

“I was fine,” you roll your eyes, trying not to think of just how close to death you came. “I’m fine now.”

“Next mission I get to call the shots,” he grumbles. “I’m not having the woman I love almost die for me again.”

“I love you too Buck,” you ignore the fact that he didn’t mean for you to hear his confession. “Why else would I be willing to die for you?”

He shoots out of his seat, eyes wide as he stares down at you. You push up to a sitting position, moving to the side of the bed, motioning for Bucky to lay beside you. He seems to debate with himself about whether he should or not, before finally laying down and gently pulling you into his arms. You crane your neck up to look into his eyes, he leans down and your lips meet timidly at first. It quickly turns into a slow loving kiss, the two of you wanting to prolong for as long as you can. You reach a hand up, caressing his face before slipping it through his now short locks.

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sarahlynnirl · 3 years

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Losing my best friend - Sugar Daddy culture is not empowering

I finally feel strong enough to talk about this and hopefully get some love, support, and reassurance from other women who agree that this is fucked up. I’ve never been “terfy on main” before so here goes. (TW child abuse + SA but no graphic descriptions of SA)

My mother is a narcissist who financially and emotionally abused my father and myself, with some additional physical abuse of me, for as long as I can remember. My dad made plenty of money but my mom controlled it all and made sure it didn’t go towards anything for me beyond the bare minimum required not to look obviously guilty of child abuse and neglect. I met Kiara (not her real name) when I was a junior in highschool and she was a freshman. Her mom was a single Korean woman doing her best to support Kiara and her 2 sisters while also running a Korean restaurant. My first jobs were a summer camp counselor and fitting room attendant at Forever 21. I would spend the last scraps of my paycheck making sure Kiara was able to order a full meal when our friends went out to dinner, buying her little gifts, and generally trying to keep us both as happy and healthy as possible.

When Kiara graduated highschool her mom drove her into Koreatown New Jersey, got her a room in the apartment of an acquaintance, and basically left her to fend for herself. Kiara spoke barely any Korean. She began working at a Korean salon where she met Ariana (not her real name). She had a NY cosmetology license, not an NJ one, while Ariana was an illegal immigrant from Korea so they were both overworked, underpaid, forced to work overtime, paid under minimum wage, and deprived of their tips. They couldn’t report or complain about this since they were both working illegally.

Kiara had to pay rent for the one room she occupied despite her land lady yelling at her, walking into her room while she slept, banning her from having friends over, and reporting to her mom if she spoke to a guy on the phone or a guy dropped her off. I was working at a restaurant in my college town on top of my classes and doing my best to keep surprising her with little gifts, but neither of us had enough disposable income to afford to visit each other. This was really difficult for me as she was my favorite person in the world and I was used to spending every second with her when we both lived in upstate NY. Ariana got them both to start using SeekingArrangement for one time meet ups with Sugar Daddies where they were paid anywhere from $200-2000 for sex. “The first time I ever did it I walked out of the hotel and just screamed because I was so disgusted and I was thinking about his wrinkly skin touching mine and all I wanted to do was get in the shower and scrub it off but I had $1000 cash in my hand for a couple hours of work which was so crazy and kinda made it all worth it ya know?” - Ariana to me

I was immediately skeptical and a little grossed out but Kiara genuinely seemed happier. She was buying new clothes for herself, ordering food to the apartment when she was hungry, and taking trips into NYC to have fun with Ariana and her friends. By the beginning of the summer of 2019, Kiara had found the Sugar Daddy who she would establish a long term agreement with and who ultimately ended up completely supporting her. I’m not going to say his name here but if people want to know it just ask, I am willing to share. He moved her into a much nicer much bigger apartment with Ariana as her roommate. He paid for me to fly up and visit her, and all of our activities during this vacation. I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry. I wish I shoved the money back in her hand before it was too late, I wish I worked harder and longer hours and got us an apartment in Florida and paid both of our rent. I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t listen to my instincts and allowed her to brush off my concerns. It was the most freedom we had ever had, I ran around NYC by myself while she was at work, and my ex took the bus to NJ from upstate NY and joined us for a few days. I feel so selfish but I also didn’t know how bad things would get.

One night Kiara and I went to NYC for dinner with her SD and she took the bus back to the apartment because she had to work early the next morning. It made sense for me to stay in the city because I was supposed to visit my friend at NYU the next morning. In the Uber to his apartment alone with him he was drunk and high and I very clearly looked scared shitless. At this point she was 19 (but she had looked that way since age 17 and I doubt he would have minded if she was lying about her age), I was 21 and he was 44. He seemed offended by my discomfort and was basically like “jeez relax I’m not gonna touch you, I really care about Kiara I think she’s so amazing, just go to the guest room and sleep, make a left to walk to NYU when you wake up.” I peaced the fuck out of there early the next morning.

After that summer Kiara and Ariana quit their jobs at the Korean salon and sugaring became their sole incomes. Ariana was still doing one time meet ups, not nearly as financially stable as Kiara, and got herself into a lot of credit card debt that to my knowledge she’s still in. At this point Kiara was flying down and staying with me in Florida so often that people at my college thought she went there too. I also wasn’t working at this point because college had gotten harder and my ex was fucking up my mental health real bad. He had given me a coke problem and Kiara sending me “grocery money” was enabling me to continue. I wasn’t honest with her about where all the money was going. During Halloween week we didn’t know that she couldn’t just snort molly (MDMA) with the frequency I was doing coke, she ODed, my guy best friend took us to the ER, it was so fucking scary, she got IV fluids for 2 hours and made a full recovery, she stopped doing molly, I kept doing coke. I’m so sorry :(

In November her SD paid for us to take a trip to Cancun Mexico. He was with us for the first part of the trip and this is where things started to get really bad. He tried to be my friend and act the way a boyfriend of my best friend who was my age would, but it was creepy and wrong and I was so uncomfortable. He asked about my drug use in a way that was gross and shamey and basically him seeing me as the “coke whore” stereotype...while continuing to buy me more coke. He also brought and gave us ecstasy pills. He asked really invasive questions about my relationship with my ex, why I stayed, my sex life, etc. It felt like an uncle asking me these questions, I did NOT wanna talk about any of this with him. But from what I did say it was very clear to someone with 44 years of life experience that I had an abusive mother, an addictive personality, and was in an unhealthy relationship. He offered to set me up with an SD friend of his looking for a sugar baby. I of course declined because I always knew this was a boundary I wasn’t willing to cross. No matter how bad my addictions got I would NOT give up that piece of myself in return for money.

In this part of Mexico, drugs that were only given with a prescription in the US were available over the counter. Kiara and I got a little box of 1mg Xanax with my money. My ex had given us Xanax a couple times in NY and we had fun with it, but at this point in time we did NOT have a problem with it. We had bought one bar, broken it in half, and each took half one night of Halloween week and called it “xanpires”, but this wasn’t something we were scripted or buying regularly from plugs. We went to dinner with her SD, we got up to go to the bathroom, and she immediately slipped and hit the ground. I was like woah did you take one of the xans and forget? Because we were supposed to tell each other if we were taking one so we could look out for each other. I was never mad at her! I never wanted money from her! I was just a little concerned, and once I determined that she was safe we thought it was kinda funny that she had taken a xan without realizing and started joking around about it. Her SD of course didn’t understand how a 19 year old and 21 year old girl joke with each other because he was a creepy old man, decided that we were “arguing”, and got up from the restaurant, walked across the street, bought a 90 count bottle of 2mg xans and gave it to me. This was honestly the most irresponsible way someone has ever treated me in my life, and this is coming from someone with an abusive and neglectful parent. Google “benzo withdrawal” if you’re not familiar with it.

We went to a different hotel, and Kiara and I both took xans and blacked out. I passed out on the guest bed, while Kiara was awake but in a conscious blackout. I woke up on the couch on the balcony (which was fine, it was comfy and I saw the sunrise over the beach. The gross part was that meant her SD had picked me up, put his hands on my body while I was unconscious and carried me out there). I remembered that at one point I had woken up, wanted to go to the bathroom or get something from inside, caught a glimpse of what I thought was them having sex, and went back outside. I mentioned it to Kiara and she had no memory of it whatsoever, she thought all she had done was gone to sleep. She was rightfully pissed the fuck off that her SD had taken advantage and done things with her while she was blacked, screamed at him, he gave us a half ass apology, and bought us more stuff (buying our silence). He finally flew home and we got to enjoy the trip with just each other, but I was careless with the dosage of a drug called tramadol, and I ODed with my head in her lap...I’m sorry. When I woke up I was hallucinating, hearing voices, crying hysterically and terrified. Kiara called my ex who asked how many mg I took, told us I was 100mg short of the amount that would require medical attention, made me laugh, and told me to go to sleep. I recognize how scary and unfair to her this was and I really do take responsibility for my actions. The day I was supposed to leave I did ecstasy, hooked up with a guy from Canada, and tried to skip my flight. She was mad because like yeah what the fuck. She got me on the flight, the ecstasy comedown hit, and there’s pictures of me crying in the airport because I hated when we fought.

I was supposed to stop in Miami, then fly back to my college town but while in Miami I texted my granny that I was “sad and really didn’t feel good and could she and my uncle visit me at the airport and bring my uncles dog?”. Her parenting instincts went off that something was very wrong, made me skip the flight, picked me up from the airport and took me to her house where I immediately threw up and ran an extremely high fever that night. She said it was one of the scariest nights of her life and she kept checking on me to see if I needed to go to the hospital. She drove me back to my college town where my guy best friend took me to the ER and it came out that Kiaras SD, in addition to giving me drugs, had also allowed me to drink Mexican tap water throughout the entire trip. I was treated for that + given chlamydia meds just in case since I’d had unprotected sex in a foreign country. I was fine, promised to do better, Kiara forgave me, things started to go back to normal. Except I had begun taking Xanax daily to deal with the anxiety of the illness...and she had a trip to Bali planned.

During that trip things managed to get even worse. She was there with her SD and another Korean friend and her SD was pressuring her and guilting her into sex, isolating her from her friend, going through her phone, and becoming extremely aggressive. She would call me crying and having panic attacks and I would walk out of class to try to comfort her over FaceTime. She did not have panic attacks before this trip. She begged to go home early because something was very wrong but he said it was a waste of money and kept her in Bali until the planned end of the trip. I think it was almost a month. She sent me a recording she secretly took of him screaming at her and her saying “don’t touch me, don’t grab me like that, leave me alone”. When she got back to the US I was begging her to stop. I was so worried for her safety. I said the money wasn’t worth it, we’ll get jobs, please just stop. I’m pretty sure he read those messages. We also had a suspicion that he had installed spyware on her phone but were never able to prove it. At this point I also reached out to my dad for help and his response was basically “I don’t care, not my problem, focus on school”. I reached out to my granny who absolutely cared, but her response was “I’m sorry but I can’t afford to support her, I have to focus on taking care of you, if she won’t stop this you’ll have to stop being friends with her”.

I went home to New York for winter break, suffered through my first round of Xanax withdrawal and was truly trying to get better but my ex manipulated his was back in my life and got me addicted again....but now this bottle of 90 had run out. I went back to my college town, got scripted, and was copping street bars when my script inevitably ran out early. What comes next is blurry for obvious reasons. We moved to the town in Florida my granny lived in and got an apartment together. The female friends she made in our town (my current home) she got most of them into sugaring and using SeekingArrangement. Things deteriorated super fast at this point. I was struggling hard, failing my online classes, and eventually got completely financially cut off by my parents. My granny was paying my half of the rent and my puppy’s vet bills but I was too embarrassed to admit I couldn’t afford groceries. Kiara was pressuring me hard to go on SeekingArrangement but I still refused. I would sit on the floor of the bathroom in a towel after I showered and just cry because the steam made me nauseous and dizzy since I wasn’t eating.

I met my current boyfriend and something just started to click: I didn’t wanna live like this anymore. The mom of a friend from this town who also refuses to sugar landed me an interview at the gym I currently work at, I fought for the job, and I got it. Now I knew I didn’t wanna be completely fucked up all the time anymore but I was still doing enough Xanax to keep me out of withdrawal. The 2mg that had blacked me out at the beginning were now just barely enough to keep me functional. Kiara and I were fighting frequently and bad by this time. She and her partner in sugaring, Mena (not her real name but pretty close to it, fuck this bitch fr) were expecting me to keep how they made their money a secret....from friends and guys that I saw every single day. They both very obviously did not work and were flexing new cars, designer clothes, and cash all over their social media. Kiara thought she could cover her ass by saying she dealt drugs but it was also obvious that she wasn’t putting the time into that to come up with the amount of money she had. The only one dealing drugs was me, and not enough to do anything flashy, just enough that in addition to my work money I was usually getting enough to eat. But there were still some times when the previous weeks paycheck had run out and I was having my first meal of the day at 3pm after someone had bought adderall from me. We had our serious serious fight where she threw my stuff in the lawn and I lived with my current boyfriend full time for about a couple weeks since my bedroom at my granny’s was getting refloored when this happened.

By January 20th he was concerned by my Xanax problem and wanted me to seriously try to stop. At the time I started tapering because I wanted the girlfriend title but I’m forever grateful for him giving me a reason, even if it was a shallow one, because I just needed to START. We tried to reconcile once, despite boyfriend and guy best friend begging me not to, and of course the same problems reappeared, we had another serious fight and haven’t spoken since.

Now the fog is clearing and today I’m 96 days clean of xanax, 16 days clean of all benzos, and 19 days clean of gabapentin (what was keeping me from having a seizure while quitting benzos). But it’s hard because being out of the fog means feeling all of my emotions, even the really bad ones. This past week I’ve been waking up and crying sitting in front of my mirror trying to put my makeup on for work and it just drips right off and I have to start over. She was my best friend for 8 years. My favorite person. My partner in life. I loved her more than anyone.

My boyfriend and guy best friend are pretty uncomfortable when they hear someone express an opinion of me that’s “Kiara’s side of the story” and I don’t correct it. Both of them saw exactly how bad it got near the very end and don’t get why I don’t defend myself more or tell people about her letting my dog eat dab (THC) wax while she was supposed to be watching her and having to be rushed to the animal hospital TWO separate times. (She’s a Pomeranian and the highly concentrated THC was super dangerous to her tiny little body). Yelling at me and giving me the silent treatment because less than 48 hours after my SA she expected me to drive her to a hair appointment in Miami and I woke up late and didn’t get her there on time with traffic. Me begging her to be there for me when it felt like everything was falling apart and I self harmed for the first time and her leaving me to go on a vacation to Orlando with a girl we didn’t even really like. Me not wanting to sleep in the apartment alone after my SA and her not letting me sleep in her bed anymore, her and Mena just dumping me at the neighbor’s so they could continue to sugar, party, and see guys our age at night (this sounds super awful but neighbors roommate —> current boyfriend. He kept me safe until I felt better, was really sweet and careful, and I was the one to make the first move). There’s more but I really don’t like talking about it, after the abuse she went through and I assume is still going through, I expect her to be pretty damaged and not have it in her to treat people right all the time. Not exposing every bad thing she’s ever done to all our mutual friends and acquaintances is kind of my last gift to her.

I also admit that sugaring wasn’t responsible for everything that went wrong. Loving an addict is difficult and exhausting and I went through it myself with my ex. I was also out bi and she was “probably straight, maybe a little bi-curious” in her words. But when she was drunk or on Xanax she’d kiss me first...we had done more than kiss but only during 3somes with a guy. I don’t know, I think I loved her more than I was supposed to and some of the stuff she’d say made me think she saw me in a way she really didn’t. When we first moved to this town I had a thing with a girl and expected it to be no big deal but things here were different than up north. I got called the d slur for the first time by someone who wasn’t joking. It was like getting slapped I was so shocked and hurt, I truly didn’t think that happened anymore. I think she saw what happened to me and kinda closed off that part of herself because she didn’t wanna experience that herself. She stopped making out with me at bars and parties after that and it made me sad and maybe a little jealous. But I really do blame her SD for basically “breaking her”, for handing me that first bottle of free Xanax, for a lot of other little things that I can’t possibly include because this is already way too long. This is my first time even saying this much. Feel free to add your own experiences or thoughts on this or anything you’d like. [I’m prepared to get death threats or called a SWERF or whatever but I don’t care, now that I started talking about this I’m not going to stop.]

#terf safe #terfs please touch #terfs please interact #radfem #radical feminists please touch #radical feminst #radical feminism #terf #swerfs please interact #swerf #anti prostitution #addiction #recovery #terfs do touch #sugardadddy

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New Episode Update Let’s GOO!!!

Warning : This is just Yume having a mental breakdown, seriously. This episode update was WHACK.

~ MAJOR SPOILERS FOR 68-75 ~

I know we ain’t participating and all but the game reminding you that there’s 10 minutes left to prepare is seriously bad for my heart.

Aah, shiet. Vil is still hurt.

He still has small wounds and scratches that he hid make up. Daddy, I’m worried.

Apparently, yeah, I’m not the only one cause my homeboy, Epel just asked to switch the center role with Vil. THE CONFIDENCE.

Aw, he’s worried about him falling over during stage (And make the performance look bad) Come on, Epel just be honest-

...He finally became the ideal poisoned apple that Vil wanted, huh?

Vil being proud a mom.

But the queen inside him is STRONG.

He’ll embrace the villain in him, OUR QUEEN CAN STILL GO. INJURED, WHO?

...AAND he proceeds to roast Epel again lol Typical Vil.

I love how Epel just accepted a nickname like “Doku Ringo-chan” lol It’s so cute, senior-junior relationship goals right there.

HERE WE GO.

Everyone is actually really confident hahaha

I really wish Deuce’s mom, Ace’s brother, Jamil’s sister, and Vil’s dad were here in person to watch.

HECK I WANT KALIM’S WHOLE FAMILY HERE WHY NOT

T-THEY’RE REALLY LETTING US HEAR THE FULL SONG.

IS THAT JAMIL RAPPING.

Look at Jamil’s solo SD dancing. LOOK AT IT.

I really fucking love Vil’s singing voice aaa

HIS VOICE IS SO GOOD.

Album when disney.

Is Vil okay.

...aight im hearing some high quality panting here

...dont mind me listening to it a bit too much...

...they’re going to be great reference for some spicy- leave me alone

Vil panting is making me feel SOMETHING.

ANYWAY. THE CROWD IS A MOOD.

IS VIL OKAY.

Unmei no megami is giving me idia ptsd here.

Heartslabyul Senpais are watching their kids, looking all proud *sniff

Oh god, after playing Obey Me, it just occurred to me how similar Cater and Asmodeus’ voices are...

Watch these Senpai dorks act like Ace and Deuce’s second family. Trey being the dad, Riddle being the mom, and Cater being the supportive big bro. It’s so beautiful.

Riddle’s voice is a lot more softer now, I just realized...It’s so soothing...

God i miss u too octavinelle never change

Yeah, why tf did Floyd not audition for this

Bro, can you imagine Nobuhiko Okamoto in the squad as well??? IMAGINE-

Of course, he wasn’t in the mood back then. Of course. Why did i even ask.

IMAGINE FLOYD BEING IN VDC NEXT YEAR.

Omg i miss u too octavinelle never change

Azul’s gonna overblot again with Floyd’s marketing skills lol

Jade coming in like welp i guess thats that. Too bad, huh Azul?

GOD i miss u too octavinelle never change

SAVANA BITCHES HI

I wonder if these mfs knew that Vil just overblotted and malmal was the one who fixed the stage lol

oooh Leona’s sus about something he a sharp boi

Speak up my guy—

still so weird leona taking his job seriously

Malleus looking happier seeing this performance rather than Lilia’s lol

I miss the simpery in Sebek

Silver’s not in the verge of falling into a coma for once wow

Chenya’s so cute.

AND WE’RE BACK TO CUTE HEIGH HO TEAM

fcking shotacons man...im not one to talk

Aw, they didn’t show Neige performance...

The simping in the crowd is a MASSIVE mood.

WHO WINS TELL ME

These night raven fuckers better vote for us and not pull a “oh shie my hand slipped lololol” i swear to god- im gonna throw hands

*me holding my phone and pretending to vote as well

Suspense music intensifies be like-

HAAA

BOIS, ITS ONE VOTE DIFFERENCE WHO IS IT AAAA

WHAT.

HOW DARE- HOW!? HOW DID WE LOSE!?

WE LOST BY ONE VOTE!?

EVERYONE’S SO SHOCKED LOL

vil pls dont overblot again-

Noooo grim’s tuna cans-

WE REALLY LOST TO A LEGIT KIDS SONG.

These children do not have the right to be this cute. I wanna take Timmy, Toby, and Shelpie home.

I swear to god one of these dwarves sounds like Cheka lol Is it Toby?

EPEEELLLL DONT CRRYYYY

KALIMMMM DONT CRRYYYY

KALIM HAVING THE AUDACITY TO SOUNDING LIKE A BIG BROTHER AND THEN CRYING HIS OWN RIGHT AFTER LOLOLOL

I HATE THIS EPISODE YALL MADE MY TWO BOIS CRY IM FIGHTING THIS EPISODE. BURN THIS.

This background music too though im deeeeddd

KALIM IM SO SORRY FOR MAKING A SINFIC ABOUT YOU PLS DONT CRY-

Jamil impressed about Vil being “calm” and Vil just going “h e h. you dont even know.”

....ha...

Monsieur Rook. WHAT did you say.

ROOK VOTED FOR ROYAL SWORD. Are you kidding me. You snek how could you- i loved you

WHAT DID I SAY- Ya’ll night raven fuckers shall not slip by their fingers when voting rook.

Vil is in the brink of passing out aaaaa

I have never heard Ace this pissed before whoa- lol he sounds like Deuce in his delinquent mode

Aw...Rook felt that Neige’s performance carries a stronger bond than theirs :’( it’s hard to put the blame on him when he’s saying all these stuff

It’s just like what they said in the past episodes that it’s really hard voting for your own team when you know the opposing team is better.

Aww...He just wanted Vil to believe in himself more...Rook is such a best man. Im crying-

Oh noooo is Vil gonna cry too nooo- daddy turned to baby really quick SOMEONE GIVE HIM AN EMERGENCY HUG

Well- at least...at least the 100 year record of not being able to win is still going, yeah? Um...bad joke? Sorry, i’ll see myself out-

NEIGE NOT NOW AND YOUR VII-KUN BULLSHIT- we’re having a moment here

Neige is such sweetheart but aaaahh— This makes it worse, we can’t even hate him aaa—

OMG JUST WHEN I THOUGHT THINGS COULDN’T- AAAAA

MONSIEUR ROOK. YOU’RE A FAN OF NEIGE!?

MOTHERFUCKER just got exposed by Neige himself lol

Going to Neige’s shake hand events, sending him letters, buying all his merch and shie- HE’S A FULL BLOWN NEIGE STAN

WTF YOU SNEK GET OUT OF THIS SCHOOL-

OOOOHHH THAT FUCKING ALBUM- HIS “LIFE’S WORK” or whatever bullshit IS FULL OF NEIGE

...actually- my japanese is lacking- im not sure lol what is a ブロマイド??? Lol I feel like a clown.

Rook is sweating profusely LOL

...what do you have to say for yourself, monsieur rook.

Wait- huh is that-

IS HE GONNA CRY-

WHY IS EVERYONE CRYING!??!?!?!

HE’S SILENTLY CRYING AS HE INTRODUCED HIMSELF TO NEIGE WHAT. THE. FUCK IS THIS EPISODE.

Neige fanclub??? Eternal Snow??? What kind of creepy-ass- OH, HE EVEN HAS A MEMBERSHIP NUMBER TOO-

Props to Neige with his :) expression unfaltering.

I’m- I’m speechless.

Vil is just looking down at Rook in disappointment like- “you’re more pathetic than I am”

Queen just went “I think you need this handkerchief more than I do now” THAT’S RIGHT. REPENT MOTHERFUCKER.

Rook crying is cursed.

But damn, I’m kinda liking this new relationship this bitchy relationship they have

Neige just dragged everyone’s ass back on stage and his snow white energy just said “LETS ALL BE FRIENDS AND SING”

NEIGE IS FUCKING GREAT- HE REALLY DID GOT THESE BITCHES TO SING HEIGH HO LOL

ACE’S RELUCTANT SINGING AND DEUCE LOOKING LIKE HE’S HAVING FUN

KALIM IS SUCH A MOOD, SINGING EVEN WITHOUT KNOWING THE LYRICS AND JAMIL JUST HAVING THAT “i want to die” ENERGY

AIGHT. ROOK IS HAVING WAY TOO MUCH FUN AND EPEL IS TRYING HIS BEST. HE’S SO CUTE-

OMG NEIGE AND VIL HAVING SUCH GOOD HARMONY—

YAHOO Y A H O O TANOSHIINDA~~

YA’LL SURE ABOUT GIVING ME THIS BLESSED MOMENT??

What a somewhat happy ending, even though Rook just backstabbed us I’m crying Beauté 100 points!!!

LOL Vil realizing he’s having fun singing with Neige- “SOMEONE JUST END ME RIGHT NOW-“ The desperation in his voice-

I love how Neige’s yahoo yahoo is messing with everyone’s head, even Vil wants to pass out lol

haha Crowley is so depressed lol

WHA- WHO-

HEADMASTER OF ROYAL SWORD!?

He looks like your typical grandpa- and his outfit looks like that one mickey mouse wizard outfit but blue—

Old man just went “we won lol” just to piss Crowley off I like this guy’s energy already-

Crowley being most likely as old as this guy—

ooohh this man just sensed something in this stage- Leona did too, didn’t he???

* Damn. Crowley talking so fast sounds like he’s making a load of bullshit lol

Anyway, I’m just glad that it’s not mickey mouse who’s the headmaster— I would’ve lost my shit.

We’re back in our dorms and I forgot that the squad doesn’t live with us anymore. It’s suddenly so lonely now...

Grim is getting the yahoo yahoo ptsd too lol it’s too goddamn catchy

oooohh shiet- mickey is calling us again

YES we finally got a good picture of this motherfucker

It seems like nothing is disrupting our communication this time, so MC thought to call Grim but—

Grim is not here.

Uuhhh...Grim? Where you’ve gone??? We’re getting flashbacks of the first parts of the game.

We went out to find Grim and HE’S CHOMPING ON ANOTHER BLACK STONE ON THE STAGE-

GRIM SPIT THAT OUT YOU LOOK TERRIFYING

AAAAAHH GRIM HAS GONE FERAL— He’s attacking US

Is this because we didn’t win his tuna canss nooo

NoOO SWEET BABY COME BACK.

Legit I’m sad, please baby don’t overblot like this...

He learned a new move though- SCRATCH

Ooh— We’re seeing some Ignihyde scenes here~

P U H I H I

Idia getting a lot of emails from bigshot companies whoa—

THAT OLYMPUS—?! EXCUSE ME??? Ortho what- Are we finally getting that Hercules episode—

Damn getting a hot chance in olympus only to put them down the recycling bin oof— Idia why edit : Yume was informed that olympus is kind of a company that sponsored VDC sorry she was mind-fucked at this moment and the ability to understand proper Japanese just went whoosh lol Thanks to @starshiningsirius for pointing it out for Yume~ ♥︎ HONESTLY YUME’S JUST GONNA WAIT FOR ACTUAL PROFESSIONAL TRANSLATORS AT THIS POINT LOL Don’t trust me for important situation too much lol

Aaaahh...We’re getting this shut-in out of his room in the next episode, are we?

And that concludes the whole Pomefiore Episode! JESUS CHRIST 75 CHAPTERS ALL IN ALL!? How long is the Ignihyde chapter going to be, huh!?

This was a really, really fun episode lol I’d consider this a fan service episode actually cause of all the things we get to experience— The singing, dancing, and the new songs, THE DRAMA. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

But then, the plot thickens, no? What’s going to happen to Grim? In the Ignihyde episode? And those reoccurring memories of us? And our relationship with Tsunotarou lol ALSO WE NEVER REALLY DID FIND OUT WHAT ROOK’S UNIQUE MAGIC IS. DISNEY EXPLAIN—

Thanks for reading this shitpost of Yume losing her shiet lol See you all in the Ignihyde Episode~ ❤

#twisted wonderland #spoilers #episode 5 #Talk with Yume

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pedros-mustache-main · 4 years

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l'oiseau chante

“au where the reader is a singer instead of a painter?” for anon

to close out sd!deaky night(s), here’s 3k words of an au of my own au. i got incredibly carried away but had so much fun writing this.

the duet reader sings is called “duo des fleurs” from the opera, lakmé. i recommend you listen to that as the song is described for the full ~experience~. thanks for indulging me the last few days! much love! xoxo!

suggestive content below (discussions of a sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship & a few suggestive moments/language). please be mindful if under 18!

april, 1985.

“no, really! i’ve got to go!” she’s laughing as she says it, pulling out of his arms to make for the door, but john is quick to catch her waist, spin her on her heels, and press his body flush with hers.

he works his mouth along her jaw and mumbles, “but we’ve only just started having fun.”

he can feel her relax against his ministrations, fight the urge to leave. she wants to stay, he knows that. why wouldn’t she? their arrangement is new and exciting, each moment a new opportunity to discover what makes the other tick. thus far, he knows she likes to dabble in gardening and running. she prefers opal over diamonds and shoes over handbags. she’s as luxurious as she is grounded, but she knows what she wants, and she isn’t afraid to go after it. he likes that assuredness. it’s part of why their arrangement works. she’s not looking for anything other than pampering and a roll in the hay, and he can give that to her in heaps, but not much else. his heart is far too guarded after all these lonely years to really hope in anything more.

still, she’s a hell of a good romp, and he’d rather spend the evening in with her than attend the blasted party freddie planned for—what was it?—the arrival of spring.

“john, please.” she pushes on his chest with the palms of her hands and lifts her brows. “i’ve got this gig, and if i’m late the conductor will flay me alive. you wouldn’t want that, would you?”

he considers, tilting his head to the side. “i’d rather be the one to flay you but—”

aghast, she hits his chest, though bell-like laughter belies her amusement. “john!”

finally, he releases his hold and moves to hold open the front door. “fine. if you must leave me...” he swings his arm toward the crowded street outside.

she grabs her handbag from the catch-all table beside the door. “i’ll ring you in a few days, alright?” she hesitates on the front stoop, her eyes roaming over his face, lower lip between her teeth. she looks... guilty, and he knows why.

“[y/n], we’ve talked about this. i’m fine with it.” he waves to the street. “go on. you shouldn’t be late.”

the worry on her face eases, and she releases a breath. pressing her lips to her finger tips, she waves, manicured nails wiggling in the air. “thanks, love.” she’s already half-way down the steps and to the curb when she looks over her shoulder and says, “i’ll call you!”

nodding, john waves once more then shuts the door with a gentle shake of his head.

he has his rules for this set-up.

his number one requirement? don’t ask about queen. he doesn’t like to talk about it, not with her. that’s too intimate, and their relationship is strictly physical. in the six months they’ve been together, they’ve done little more than fuck and smoke cigarettes afterwards and laugh about inconsequential things. they are not dating, not even friends with benefits. there’s a clear line—almost professional—that neither is willing to cross, and he likes that. she makes him feel good, spoils him with attention and fluttering eyelashes, and he pays her rent and buys her expensive things. there’s no need for her to know about his life outside their moments together, and there’s certainly no need for his life outside their moments together to know about her.

like him, she has her own rules for the set-up.

her number one stipulation? no kissing. when she first laid out her terms and conditions for the arrangement, he hadn’t been expecting that. it struck him as odd originally, but the more he’s gotten to know her, the more is makes sense. she’s a professional through and through, both in her singing career and in her pleasure arrangements. for her, kissing is too intimate like talking about queen is too personal for him.

it works. they work. he’s happy, and he thinks she is too. it’s nice to have someone to spoil, someone to hold. it’s been a long time since anyone ever—

he rids himself of the melancholy and starts up the stairs. no reason to mull over it now, not with her at his relative beck and call.

the party fred has planned for the evening is scheduled to take place at the ritz hotel. it’s the most unreasonable thing john has ever heard of—a party for the beginning of spring—but it’s freddie’s own money, and john doesn’t have the luxury of not showing up. so, he showers, dresses in a tailored suit and tie, and washes down his dread with a shot of scotch before leaving his darkened flat.

it’s not that he doesn’t like parties. it’s just that he doesn’t like parties where he hasn’t got anyone to be his buffer, and he hasn’t had a buffer for a very long time. she couldn’t very well be his buffer. people would ask questions—fred would ask questions—and the entire thing would fall apart before it even got started.

no, he’d go to the party alone tonight. maybe he’d call her after or wait until the morning. they could go to that little shop on the corner. he knows she’s been eyeing a pair of earrings and—

“mr. deacon?” he’s pulled from this thoughts by the driver. “we’re here, sir.”

john mumbles his thanks and slides from the car. bright and flashing lightbulbs greet him, and he manages a pinched smile for the photographers. a sigh wells within him, but he pushes it down. it’s going to be a long night.

the ballroom set aside for freddie’s party is magnificent, john will concede that. the whitewashes walls are draped in faux-ivy and fresh flowers. the crystal glasses and china plates on linen-covered tables sparkle beneath the light of the chandelier overhead. a golden statue of a woman, twisting to look over her head at trumpeting cherubs, is ensconced in the wall, but fitting for the evening’s theme. at the far end of the room, a wall of frosted mirrors towers over a small orchestra playing to a lilting, classical tune.

“oh, deaky, i’m so glad you’re here!” ever the man of the hour, freddie meanders through the tight crowd waiting to be seated at their dinner table to pull on john’s arm. “come on, we’re sat near the orchestra.”

john takes freddie’s offering of a champagne flute. he doesn’t normally like champagne, but he’s desperate for anything to take the edge off his sour mood. he feels stiff in his suit, and aside from fred, he hasn’t seen anyone he knows yet.

“the place looks—”

“smashing, right?” freddie beams and points to an empty chair at the circular table. john drops beside roger and tries not let the fact that there was only a sole chair saved for him be a bother. it shouldn’t bother him, really. it’s just been him for a long time.

“here.” roger hands john a stiffer drink. “it starts to get fun when you’re a little buzzed.” he slings his arm around dominique’s chair and looks over his shoulder, returning to conversation with his partner and jim.

john remains quiet for some time. freddie is the perfect host, darting from table to table in his white coattails, laughing and smiling and kissing the back of any hand he can grab. he is in his element. roger, too, seems at ease. he likes the lavish lifestyle, and any party that is dripping in jewels and rich wine and expensive food is good enough for roger. even brian, who once was so awkward and gangly, leans back in his seat and chats with someone who looks much smarter than john and much more eloquent than anyone else at the table.

not for the first time, john shifts in his seat, uncomfortable. he doesn’t have a buffer. he could really use a buffer—or a smoke.

he’s about to excuse himself for a cigarette break when freddie steps to one of the two microphones in front of the orchestra. he taps on it, and a sharp boom followed by a squeak fills the room. john leans back, close as he is to the speaker, and cringes.

“oop, sorry about that, dears. well, don’t you all look marvelous from up here? really, never seen such a group of attractive people.” after a smattering of laughter, freddie continues, “i want to thank you all for coming tonight. i know this isn’t some of your scenes—mostly you, roger.”

more laughter; john just takes another sip of gin.

“before dinner is served, i have a little treat. to accompany our lovely orchestra, we have two singers here to bless us with their fabulous voices. please give a warm welcome to iona buckley and [y/n] [y/l/n]. now, i’ll get my fanny off the stage to let them work their magic.”

fred slips the microphone back into its stand and scurries to the table, clapping along with the rest of the audience. well, the rest of the audience save john. his hands are occupied with gripping onto the edge of the table for fear he will fall out of his seat in shock.

trailing behind her duet partner, she takes her place behind the first microphone, the one closest to john. she—his paramour, his lover, his baby. she looks radiant, like one of the roses in the table centerpieces. her red satin gown is simple, the straps thin and back open. he swallows hard as his eyes trail to the necklace resting on her sternum. he bought her that. it was his first gift, and there she is standing not twenty feet from him, wearing it, and not a soul knows how he took her in the shower his afternoon.

john doesn’t catch her eye before the orchestra begins to play but surely she knows he’s there. is her heart in her throat like his heart is in his? are her palms sweating? he twists to grab his drink, needing something tangible to curl his hand around lest he clench his fist to his chest like a damsel in distress. as his back is turned, she begins to sing.

he’s never heard her sing, and the clear, soprano voice that flows from her throat is not what he expected. when she told him she was a singer, that she regularly sang at different gigs, he assumed she must be one of those bar singers floating from venue to venue. never this, never this. he doesn’t understand a word that she sings, but he thinks she must be singing about love. her face is soft, devoid of any worries or cares. for her, the only thing that seems to exist are the words flowing from her mouth and filling his ears. she sings with ease, even the highest and strongest of notes. like the back of her hand, she follows the melody, the roll of the foreign tongue, and the timing of the conductor’s wand. john doesn’t even realize the song is a duet until she pauses, allows a moment for her partner to shine. in that brief pause, her eyes flick to him, and her smile widens. he loses his breath. then she’s back in the spotlight, easily shining over her partner with the clarity and force of her voice.

tears prick the corners of john’s eyes, and he bites hard on the end of his tongue. fuck—she could be the ruin of him. he’d let her ruin him too—happily.

the party-goers sit enraptured by the singers, by her. even roger has shut his mouth, his eyes wide with interest. john has to hand it to freddie: he’s outdone himself. the decor and the setting and the song—john can practically feel the warmth of spring curl around his frozen heart, and it’s all because of her and her voice. he could listen to it forever; he could listen to this song forever and nothing else.

but the song winds down, ending on the final note of her just voice echoing in the room. there is a moment of expectant silence. john holds his breath, watches as she turns to hand the conductor something then glance over the crowd, glance at him. he starts the applause first, and he is the last to stop clapping, even after she’s taken her seat across the room.

“fuckin’ hell, they were good!” roger hits his palm against the table as dinner is brought out from the kitchens. he reaches over to squeeze john’s shoulder. “i thought deaky was gonna pass out.”

freddie practically bounces in his chair with glee. “they’re divine! like angels!”

john nods without realizing he’s doing so. “m’yes, she is.”

“she?” roger laughs, tossing his head back. “got a crush there, john? ‘s okay. i wouldn’t blame you.”

john looks up sharply, but says nothing. maybe he does have a crush, as silly as the term is. he’s not fourteen. he’s nearly thirty-four. but, god, if she doesn’t make him sweat like a fourteen year old boy. god, if just the sight of her and the sound of her voice doesn’t send his blood pumping anywhere but his brain. it takes all his willpower not to stand up from the table, stalk across the room, and drag her into the hall.

he manages to make light conversation with brian about some business related things throughout dinner. several different times, he feels her eyes on his back, and he’s reminded of what they did on his living room carpet two nights ago. he needs her badly, and he’s starting to worry he’ll need her in more ways than one sooner rather than later.

the orchestra strikes up more classical music as dinner ebbs into dessert, and couples begin to float on the cramped dance floor. john waits, biding his time until everyone is good and distracted before he slips across the room.

she’s sitting alone, scribbling something down in a small, black notebook. before john can say her name, roger beats him to it, appearing as if from thin air. john clenches his jaw and resists the urge to deck his bandmate. she turns at the sound of her name and meets john’s eyes first. she stands and greets them both, accepting roger’s praise with a modest nod her head.

“i think someone’s fancies you a little,” roger says, squeezing both of john’s shoulders this time. “never seen him so shocked as when you started to sing.”

john openly glares at roger. he shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels then meets her eyes. “you are very talented,” he says.

she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, looks away, as though bashful. “thank you, mr. deacon.”

“john,” he says—and his voice is throaty, deep.

she looks up, smiles, licks her lips.

“well, i can sense sexual tension as good as the rest of ‘em. i’ll leave you to it.” smirking, roger slinks away, surely reveling in the match he thinks he’s made.

john speaks first. “i didn’t realize this was your gig.”

she shrugs. “i didn’t want you to feel obligated to come.”

“i was obligated to come.”

“i didn’t want you coming for me.”

he hesitates. “i meant what i said: you are very talented.”

“thank you.” on a chuckle, she adds, “i’ll warn you next time if i’m to sing at another one of freddie’s parties.”

“after tonight? i’m sure you will sing at them all.”

they stare at one another, eyes searching, hands twitching. it’s all john can do not to grab her wrist and slam his mouth against hers. he wants to taste her, taste the mouth that can cast such a spell over anyone who hears her voice. he wants to claim that mouth as his before everyone, before the world.

but she has her rules, and he respects that.

“come with me,” he says and takes her wrist.

he leads her to a darkened hall near a coat room and, wasting no time, presses her against the wall. he latches his mouth to the exposed skin of her neck, sure that if he doesn’t kiss something—anything—he will go insane. his hands roam her curves, her back, her ass. likewise, she runs her hands along his back, his shoulders, his arms. she’s gasping, even though he is the one kissing and sucking her sweet skin.

“i thought—oh my god, don’t stop—i wasn’t sure if—if you would like seeing me here,” she confesses. her voice is thick, and it drives him wild.

he pulls away long enough to meet her eyes. “everyone is inside the party talking about you,” he says. he presses his palm against the side of her face, runs the pad of his thumb over her lip. “and i’m out here about to fuck you senseless. i’d say i liked seeing you up there.”

she laughs, and the sound is almost as nice as the sound of her singing. winding her arms around his neck, she draws him closer, pressing her hips against his. “why don’t you take me home, then?”

he doesn’t have to be told twice.

later, when she is asleep, naked beneath his sheets, he lights a cigarette. the embers glow in the darkness of his room, and he sighs. this time, he sighs in contentment. he reaches over to rub his hand along her back, feeling the ridges of her spine. she’s good for him, and so long as she’ll have him, he’ll be hers. even if this is all they are—a shag here, a present there—he’ll be happy. just so long as he can worship at her feet.

he’s got it bad. he knows that now. he’s on the verge of losing himself to her, and he doesn’t even mind. it just makes him smile into the night, happy for once not to go to bed alone.

#john deacon #john deacon x reader #sd!d night #liveblogs welcome on this one #cause i did myself in!#there's a watermark on the pic #but he's too cute so ignore it

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SCOOB! Stream of Consciousness Review

Here we are folks - I finally review the originally cinematic, fully CGI animated Scooby Doo Movie (one year later... I did not queue this as I thought I had last June - damn you, Tumblr. I’m not changing much here, so enjoy as it was intended).

Created by a team who have professed their affection for this mystery team and their meddling dog too, will this be a lush experience fit to satisfy any Hanna-Barbera fan? Or will it be a hot garbage cash-grab, littered with Easter eggs and references that do nothing to hide a meatless mess of outdated memes and shallow character development?

LET’S

FIND

OUT

Below this cut is my entire stream-of-consciousness review on the SCOOB! Movie, as experienced. SPOILER warning here - I’m digging into everything, no plot points spared.

Here we go~

And we start off with a decent shot of the California coastline (looks like the kids backstory is front and center), some 90s hip-hop synthwave song about California, and OH SWEET JESUS THESE MODELS LOOK TERRIBLE

Ahem

Yeah, this is a problem right off the bat - some of these people in the opening shots look remarkably unfinished - think three shades above “Rapsittie Kids: Believe in Santa” level - and the animation on them is less than stellar.

On the plus side, we do see a fantastic variety of ages, sizes, and races - there’s a brief blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Sikh man on roller skates playing a sitar - but when the designs look rushed in the opening shots, it’s not a fantastic sign. At least they’re brief, but it’s hard to see if this is a lower level of the film’s style due to rushed animation, or if they didn’t care to polish it up as much, given that it’s maybe a 30 second scene.

Still, kudos to actually going for variety in the crowd shots. Minus kudos to making most of the clothes look like Play-doh draped over a Barbie doll. I’m not even kidding on that one, the clothes are super basic and barely have any sign of texture or creasing or even fabric/cut variety. Almost reminds me of the first Toy Story movie’s design for human clothes, yeesh.

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Ahh, our first introduction to Scooby Doo at a Greek gyro food stand. That’s foreshadowing right there folks! 😉

Sadly, he is really weirdly animated in his run sequence - he looks out of proportion as he’s running on his hind legs, and the human animation has really bad consistency - some background characters are really janky, while others actually move really nicely. The characters we immediately focus on seem to be pretty smooth at least, but that’s still very strange.

On a side note: Ruby and Spears Sub Sandwich shop. Nice 😁

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They are reaaaally pushing the super over-the-top dramatic music for a bike cop chasing a dog that stole gyro meat

Why

It’s not even interesting chase music, just generic super-hyped-up chase music

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And now we finally get to see a young Shaggy, standing next to a tie-dye food stand called Casey’s Confections that… sells meat. Hm. Guess WB hasn’t learned after all these years 🙄

Unfortunately, I’m not a huge fan of the kid they got to play him, Iain Armitage. He’s not a bad voice actor by any means, but he just doesn’t sound right for Shaggy. I know that as a kid he’d be much less likely to have a cracking/squeaky voice, but he sounds… it’s hard to pin down a word, but - precocious? Darling? Either way it doesn’t quite match, especially given how Shaggy sounds when he grows up via Will Forte. Just… no connection there.

I tie it down to the particular vocal twangs and nuances the gang usually has. I’ll touch base on that note later I think, once we hit the teenage versions of the gang, but for now I’m just not feeling it.

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On the one hand, I empathize deeply with Shaggy and his Spotify’s unsettling ability to pinpoint his insecurities with song choices, and also deeply enjoy that one small gesture where his fingers kind of shake & tighten around his phone while he takes a deep breath to calm himself- it’s a very nice, subtle sign of frustration

On the other hand we just passed two guys with no nipples and an unerring likeness to a Ken doll in those Barbie movies, so I’m distracted by that now

(between this and Fred’s no-nipples in Happy Halloween SD!, is WB just terrified of giving men nipples in animated movies now? what gives?)

Also distracted by the thrifty lesbians who bought those two shirts that come together to make a heart in the middle, on the store’s 2 for 1 day

happy pride y’all!

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Finally got context for the two sand piles!

Very, very sad context, but still! Progress!

Basically Shaggy’s practicing talking to people in order to learn how to make friends, since he either has no idea how, or has never had a friend before. So he’s trying to learn the right way to do it since his own attempts have failed

And him talking to these sand piles not only counts as practice, but he’s using them so that his mom thinks he’s spending time with friends like he told her

Ow :)

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So ketchup leather is apparently a thing that exists

I’m learning so much today!

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Given that Shaggy has no friends at this stage, but he’s still called Shaggy, I’m kind of wondering if that was a mean nickname that everyone called him, but he was just grateful for the interaction/pretended it was from friends, so he kept it 🤔

Actually, take it back, his mother is calling him that. Family nickname, maybe…?

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Shaggy has Blue Falcon (classic) and Dynomutt funko pops

noice

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Oof, you can reaaaaally hear the age in Frank Welker’s Scooby voice. Can we get Scott Innes back? He sounds almost identical to his performance 20+ years ago :/

Also talking waaaay too much - even SDMI Scooby wasn’t this wordy, and he NEVER shut the hell up

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Okay wait

So Shaggy met Scooby on Halloween day - then met the rest of the gang hours later?

Huh. And here I was thinking it would have been a few weeks minimum

Although I have to say there is a lot here to work with, if it paces out how I think it does

Shaggy meets Scooby. Bare hours later, he buys him a collar (instead of his mom? weird) and asks him to stay with him, despite not really knowing him. Then, only a couple hours after that, he finally makes some friends… but only when Scooby is with him.

Given that it looks like the gang are all around the same age in the same neighborhood, there’s a solid chance that they’ve taken classes together at the same school. If none of them met/knew/made friends with Shaggy then, but only did so AFTER Scooby came into the picture, that might lead to the argument we know about later when they split up; afterwards, S&SD go to the bowling alley, then get abducted by the Blue Falcon, plot continues. This could make it seem like they were only friends with him at the start because he had a dog.

And the brief scene earlier with the music device shows that he tries to tamp down on his anger/doesn’t really address it - could lead to something more later

hmmmm 🤔

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Wait what

These two kid bullies just came out of nowhere, stole Shaggy’s candy… and then started on about how Halloween is only a marketing ploy to get companies to rot your teeth and go to the dentist more, before throwing the bag through a window and telling the two that ‘your blood sugar will thank us for it!’

Are - are these the brainwashed children of a Karen? Is that what I’m seeing?

I mean we could have had a Red Herring cameo, but apparently informing children about candy conspiracy theories is more important :/

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Daphne: It’s Halloween - no one should go home without their candy

FD&V: *none of them have candy/candy bags*

???????

(Wouldn’t it make more sense if the bullies had stolen their candy too? What the hey man)

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I do find it neat that we actually get to SEE the wires the ‘ghost’ uses to fly in full effect - that’s actually pretty cool, and not really something we get to see up close in older Scooby shows. Most of those just have the bad guy randomly flying about, and the wires revealed after the fact

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Actually, given how FD&V react to this ghost almost immediately… have they already been solving mysteries? It seems like it, given how smoothly they move together to capture him

That’s kind of odd in kids. Like, even in PNSD they weren’t perfectly in-sync on stuff

This then leads to the gang solving mysteries together… in spite of the fact that all Shag and Scoob did was hide in the wardrobe that had the stolen goods, while FD&V captured the dude

Granted, they do ask Shag and Scoob if they wanna join in and say yes, but that seems like an strange jump after what could have been a one-time deal

I just find that a touch odd - esp when they could have had a five minute scene or so of them wandering around the house, touching on some old SDWAY traits. Heck, show that they’re SCARED in some way, and don’t immediately move to tackle what looks like a murderous spirit at age 8-9 or so. Even just showing the kids learning about each other would be enough, but what do I know. I’ve only watched Scooby Doo everything since I was 4 🙄

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Ahhhh, and now for the updated rendition of the theme song

Where they’re all still kids doing everything the teenage gang did in the theme song

It doesn’t look as good as the OG, though - kind of like a computer game simulating the SDWAY intro using the PNSD kids in CGI. It’s honestly strange to see, and a little jarring - especially when we then transition to the older teenage gang right in the middle

Like, we don’t get to see you guys age through the song as you’re chased by/catch different monsters? That could have been pretty neat honestly - shows how long they’ve been doing this

Tho I gotta admit, seeing the Spooky Space Kook with his OG sound effects is pretty awesome, brief as it waoH MY GOD FRED WHY ARE YOU HAVING A ROMANTIC BEACHSIDE DATE WITH THE MYSTERY MACHINE

THAT WASN’T IN THE ORIGINAL AND NO ONE ELSE GETS A CHARACTER INSIGHT SHOT LIKE THIS

WHY

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Huh, looks like Ruby & Spears gave up their subway sandwich shop for a coffee shop

That apparently the gang goes to in order to eat malt shop food

okay?

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Ah, and here’s where we finally look at the voice acting of the older teenage gang. Buckle up folks, cause I gotta lot to say

We’ll start with Fred, bc honestly? I think Efron actually fits him pretty dang well. He’s got a different cadence from Welker, true, but as far as an update goes? I think he’s a solid fit. Very much in line with the all-American kid that Fred’s kind of been slated as for the past 50 years or so, but updated more for the modern perspective. I call it solid (and possibly a replacement for whenever Welker decides to retire).

Next? Oof. Velma is, IMHO, the weakest casting. Velma, no matter her voice actress, has ALWAYS had some form of nasal twang to her voice - that’s part of what makes her Velma to begin with, and helps her stand out. Nicole Jaffe, Pat Stevens, BJ Ward, Christina Lange (PNSD), Mindy Cohn, Kate Micucci, Linda Cardellini -heck, even Haley Kiyoko from ‘The Mystery Begins’ and Sarah Gilman from the ‘Daphne and Velma’ movie understood this! They all had that nasal twang to their voice - differing between actresses, of course, but still recognizable as Velma. Gina Rodriguez though? Honestly, it just sounds like she’s acting it straight. Not bad acting at all, by any means - she just doesn’t sound like Velma, and doesn’t seem to be trying to. (Honestly wondering if she was only hired bc she voices Carmen Sandiego in the reboot cartoon for the lolz fun reference! type connection)

Daphne is sort of similar in voices, but hers is more of a pitch her voice hits - Heather North, Mary Kay Bergman, and Grey Delisle Griffin all have that pitch they hit naturally when speaking. Amanda Seyfried? Does not - in fact, her voice is actually deeper than I was expecting - but it’s not quite as big a difference as it is for Velma. It fits her character type okay, and she does well with it overall.

And finally, the most controversial one: Will Forte’s Shaggy.

I’ll go ahead and say this: he’s not Scott Menville levels of bad Shaggy voice acting. If I were to place him on a list, I’d probably put him around Billy West level - kind of sounds similar via vocal tics (voice cracking, likes and zoinks, etc), but his own voice just overtakes the impression he’s seeking to hit. When I hear him speak, I don’t really hear Shaggy; I just hear Will Forte trying to do an impression of Shaggy.

In comparison: when Scott Innes took over for Shaggy, it was like Casey Kasem’s, just a touch more of a twang to his voice and just a dash over-the-top - but it was still Shaggy, and you didn’t doubt that for a minute.

Same thing for Lillard, but maybe moreso - he was pretty much the most perfect casting for a live-action Shaggy there could be at the time Scooby Doo (2002) was made. Him taking over for Kasem from there made perfect sense: he was honestly the best cast Mystery Inc member of the live-actions, and a lot more recognizable to the general public as Shaggy than Scott Innes was. He could also do different emotions with Shaggy that not a lot of the other voice actors had the chance to do (mainly bc script), so for future stuff they have that flexibility, if they wanted to play around a little more.

With any luck Forte will get better over the course of the movie, but honestly the casting could have been so much better with Matt Lillard and Kate Micucci.

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Shaggy Rogers, evading taxes since 2020

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siMON COWELL??!?

WHAT THE

WHY?!?!?

ALSO HIS CHARACTER DESIGN STYLE IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM THE REST OF THE GANG WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON?!!?

IS HE SUPPOSED TO BE THE SD CELEBRITY CAMEO

IF YOU WERE GOING TO DO A CAMEO FROM AMERICAN IDOL WHY NOT RYAN SEACREST

HE TOOK OVER FOR CASEY KASEM ON THE AMERICAN TOP 40 WOULDN’T THAT MAKE MORE SENSE

aaauuuggghhh

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Also he’s there as a potential investor in Mystery Inc as a detective agency

A music industry professional… is interested in funding a detective agency.

Like… did he miss out on Josie & the Pussycats? Is that why he’s here?

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Wait a minute

Oh noooooo

I know why he’s here

I remember this spoiler

Shit

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And once again, here is your reminder to tell Simon Cowell a great big fcuk you

Only this time it’s for making Shaggy and Scooby feel worthless and saying that friendship is worthless and cannot be counted on for anything worthwhile

Simon Cowell: Professional Dickhead

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Welp, at least this gives a solid reason why they leave: Simon Cowell was being a professional dickhead, and the gang didn’t really say anything against him or interrupt him on his whole ‘Shag and Scoob are worthless spiel’

Or, well... Daphne stepped up some, but more to say ‘they’re our friends!’ rather than ‘that’s entirely wrong, our friends aren’t worthless!’ Better than nothing, but yeesh

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Ahhh, Takamoto Bowling - the emptiest bowling alley in the evenings this side of Coolsville

(no seriously, the past few times my dad has taken my sister and me bowling pre-pandemic, no matter the day or time? it’s ALWAYS got more than 6 lanes of people there, what the heck)

Also Scooby wears three bowling shoes, which honestly makes more sense than I thought it would - that pup goes spinning and sliding every which way on a normal floor, bowling alley floors would be like ten times worse

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here’s a nice little detail - when Scooby sees one of the bowling pins peek out with red eyes and he yells that to Shaggy, Shaggy actually squints and walks closer to see if it actually does have eyes

aww

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Huh, okay

Panicked Will Forte Shaggy actually sounds more like a good Shaggy voice than normal talking Will Forte Shaggy

I can dig it

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Still kind of underwhelmed by the Shag and Scoob disguise scene - wouldn’t it make more sense to have them like, dish up hot sauce or something on a plate that nonsensically makes the robots overheat before they discover their ruse?

Idk, maybe they’re off their game after Simon ‘Dickhead’ Cowell

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Carlton Way - must be named after Fred’s only other voice actor, Carlton Stevens of PNSD

Also Hanna’s Barber Shop is next to Barbera’s Pizza! Cute.

And… Pitstop’s Pink Perfume ad. Wait, who is that? *assorted googling noises*

...ahhh, Penelope Pitstop from Wacky Races! Who, according to Wikipedia, was revealed to have Greek ancestry in the 2016 Wacky Raceland comic book, having been born on the island of Aegina

Now I’m wondering if we’ll see her in this too, given Cerberus...

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Honestly kind of fascinating to see the gang with a police radio in their van

Also fascinating to see that only main characters are allowed clothing variety and texture/creases/folds

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it’s actually really sweet to see Fred, upon hearing that Shag and Scoob are likely in danger, immediately makes a 90 degree turn in traffic

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It looks like they changes Dee Dee’s name a hair - now it’s Dee Dee Skyes, instead of Sykes

It works well for the Falcon aesthetic, so that’s cool

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Shaggy, after Dee Dee tells them that Dastardly’s trying to kill them: Scoob, someone thinks we’re important enough to *mimes slitting throat*!

Scooby: It’s nice to be wanted.

Excellent! This movie has captured Shag and Scoob’s blasé attitude towards death! Now we’re onto a solid Scooby film :D

Dee Dee: Hmm, I hear that!

And they even have a friend to share in their attitude! Splendid!

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Christ, I can work photoshop better than Blue Falcon can, and I don’t even know how to use photoshop

I will give major kudos on his costume tho - it maintains the important elements of the OG Falcon, while still updating it with more bird-related aesthetic, like the feathered appearance of parts of his costume, the split cape resembling the tail feathers, and the talon gauntlets & boots. neat!

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Yooo, Dynomutt, I thought secret identities were still a thing with Superheroes, what the hey are you doing giving it out to a duo you literally just picked up behind a bowling alley

Ngl, I’m kinda hoping we get some scenes where Dynomutt messes up a little like in the OG cartoon - this one feels really serious, which is kind of strange

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Okay now I want to see older!Blue Falcon come in for a cameo

Mainly bc I’m getting the feeling that this one is a major dumbass, and not in the fun and friendly himbo kind of way 😑

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Wait, THAT’S our first look at Dastardly? That’s a bit abrupt, isn’t it?

Also his ship must be pumping thousands of gallons of toxins into the air, that smoke cloud looks hideous. Forget logging into his mom’s Netflix account like the trailer said, EPA should probably be hunting him for sport with a laser cannon, jesus fcuking christ

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Honestly kinda want a plane you can pilot like a motorbike now

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Welp, it looks like we have a fun, mustache-twirly, puns-aplenty, loves-to-be-bad kind of villain on our hands folks! This is gonna be FUN AS HECK

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Eurgh, this scene - the super-stiff-but-stretched-out ‘yeeurgh’ faces really squick me for some reason, but I can’t really pinpoint why

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I have decided I highly dislike the Brian Blue Falcon, or Brian Falcon for short, and would like to see Dastardly tie him to some railroad tracks

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North St for Heather North, and… wait… Funland Carnival? Like where Charlie the Robot hung out?

Apparently that’s in Romania.

A very yellow-greenfilter Romania at that.

Like, I’ve seen blue washes on movies trying to portray evening in the middle of the day so they don’t actually have to shoot at night, but yellow? That’s normally used for deserts and hot days and uhhh

NOT for evenings in a country with landscape like THIS

odd

(I mean I guess they got the mountains and trees right, but still. Yellow filters make a place look arid, which Romania is Not, to my knowledge)

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Dude, Brian Falcon is such an idiot even Shaggy and Scooby, commonly portrayed as the idiots of Mystery Inc, look at him like he’s a moron.

(They are Not Amused.)

Also Brian Falcon is an absolute coward. That’s new. Even Shaggy and Scooby face off against the robots directly in a Whack-a-Mole game and destroy some. Dude, get your head in the fcuking game already, yikes

Woah, Laff-a-Lympics, Wacky Races, Hex Girls, The Banana Splits, Penelope Pitstop, Space Stars, Posse Impossible, and Hong Kong Phooey easter eggs in one shot

Geezus

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Another nice moment: when cornered by Dastardly, Shaggy moves to stand in front of Scooby to protect him

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Dastardly (to Shaggy): I don’t care about YOU. You’re not REMOTELY important!

*proceeds to shoot Shaggy THROUGH the ceiling and up into the highest car on a Ferris Wheel where Brian Falcon is hiding like a man baby*

Welp, so much for a fun and zany villain. Time for this Plush Anon to kill a bitch *cocks shotgun*

I will, too - kudos to the animators for hurting me so badly with the face Shaggy made right before being shot because

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Ehehehhehe, yess, the infamous ‘Dick’ scene

Dastardly: No, I’m a DICK. With a D!

You sure are, you sack of dildos with a D!

This scene had to be put in on purpose - if this had been released in theaters, I just know the adults would be dying in laughter 🤣🤣🤣

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Shaggy: Brian, do something!

Brian Falcon: Like what?

Shaggy: Like, drop some F-Bombs!

love it 😂

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Is it like movie law now, that if there’s an action scene with a Ferris Wheel in the background, it has to fall off and roll down a mild incline like a wheel? Because it kinda feels like it

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Aha! Dastardly said his drats! Perfection.

Now to shoot him through a ceiling to make them matter even more :D

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OOF.

Well that hurt.

Poor Shaggy - basically internalizing now that he’s the worthless one and weak link of the group now that Scooby is considered more important

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Holy fcuk I’m crying

Shaggy just broke Brian Falcon down to his deepest insecurities without even trying while talking to him

He even used the words ‘imposter syndrome’

Shaggy hon, you’re the best

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Oh hey, Fred, Daphne, and Velma! It’s been a while since we saw you guys again, what are you doing?

Arguing about the metric system and realizing that Shaggy and Scooby reminding them to eat periodically helped them keep a clearer head...

And using the word ‘hangry’.

But then looking through a ridiculously cute photo album of the two and a video the gang took together (the video is honestly really heckin’ cute, 10000/10 would recommend)...

And then getting pulled over so Fred can have a brief ‘oo-la-la’ montage about the pretty blonde cop who honest-to-gods looks like a Barbie doll.

Where Daphne then describes how ugly Dastardly is...

Right before the petite blonde cop who’s maybe like 5’7” at best rips off her outfit to reveal it was Dick Dastardly this entire time, all 7ish feet of him.

And then kidnaps them all along with the Mystery Machine while he makes terribly fun dorky puns

…

...SO BACK TO SCOOBY AND SHAGGY...

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...where Scooby is making kissy faces in the mirror while wearing his Blue Falcon uniform

Hrm, that’s not really better is it

We actually see Shaggy reading (OG) Blue Falcon’s autobiography, and making hurt but snide comments about Scooby’s ego

Which are actually pretty clever tbh

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Cooooooongratulations, Fred Jones! You are now officially a full-on himbo!

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Alas, poor Daphne. While your knowledge of the tropes of your show might have served you well in other places, this was to be a theatrical release once upon a time, and so such knowledge falls to ruin.

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You know, I just realized - we’re never really told HOW the Cerberus skulls work, both in how each skull can be used to find the others, and, presumably, in releasing Cerberus itself. We’re given a brief glance-over of Scooby’s ancestry (and I mean REALLY damn brief), and a quick mention that these are supposed to be Cerberus’ skulls being stolen, but… that’s it. Nothing else is given.

Now, I read the first few chapters of my SCOOB! Junior Novelization, and it actually went into further detail about the skulls themselves and what Dastardly’s initial plan was early in the book - open the gates of Hades and obtain the seas of treasure therein. It acted as an introduction both to the climatic endgame we’ll face at the end of the movie, and to Dastardly, who uses the same disguise trick he used as the Barbie cop when he stole the first one in South America.

(They actually DID plan to use this as Dastardly’s intro, but cut this… 3 minute scene for time. Yeah. See below video for the details - honestly think they should have kept it in. Saves time later and definitely more show than tell, compared to what we got)

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I feel like that would be a better introduction to him than the one we got - hell, it would have fit in quite neatly after the revamped theme song montage. They could have the scene with Dastardly finding/stealing the first skull as an introduction (as above), then have him answer a call or something. Exposit openly “You found the key! Excellent! Now where are we going next?”

THEN cut to the diner/coffee shop scene we had earlier. We still wouldn’t know exactly what the key was/entailed off the bat, and they could still have FD&V find out on their own - maybe by hacking the little robot instead? IDK.

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The final skull is on Messick Mountain.

Cute.

On a side note, I do love how Dastardly’s ship interior looks - very dieselpunk

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Velma just hacked into Dynomutt… somehow, and I finally get my wacky Dynomutt shenanigans! Hazoo!

...sadly that was really dang brief. Realistic, yes, but still too brief.

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Eyyyy, we finally get the whys of why Scooby is needed! … really dang fast.

Also Fred says Jinkies.

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Hey, Muttley popped up! In a shrine… to his demise… that we find out he reached when Dastardly pushed him forward into the Underworld to steal the treasure of Alexander the Great in a portal he rigged up… only for both of them to find out it was a one-way deal unless they used the key to be able to come back. The key, of course, being Scooby Doo, descendent of Peritas, Alexander’s dog.

Eh, workable enough-ish. It’s interesting to see that Dastardly, despite how much he disliked Muttley in the older cartoons, still cares about him to a certain extent.

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Pfff, Fred’s a poor man’s Hemsworth XD

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Sweet, we’re in ‘Journey to the Center of the Earth’ now!

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O W W W

You guys really had to do the ‘me or them’ thing with Shaggy and Scooby… and tHeN hAvE sCoObY cHoOsE tHe FaLcONs?!? Just because they said he was important as “the key” and gave him a spandex costume.

Over at least 7 years of friendship.

Booooooooooooo

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actually no I’m Not Done Yet

This whole scene is a mess.

Shaggy’s turn was really dang fast… but I can still see how he gets to it. It’s at least a day between Scooby being chosen as a pseudo-sidekick and the island arrival, during which Shaggy’s talk with the main adult (who has taken up the mantle of his favorite superhero) essentially confirms his feelings of worthlessness and leaves him to stew for HOURS on end (on top of another adult, Dastardly, who also calls him “not even REMOTELY important” at the carnival before freaKING SHOOTING HIM THROUGH THE CEILING NO I AM NOT OVER THIS). Tie that to a teenager who also believes his only friends have come to think he’s meaningless baggage, and suddenly his entire support system is vanishing underneath him to one of his former idols without ANY sign of hesitation from Scooby’s part (with the exception of the collar scene, but I don’t think that that means the same to Scooby, given how quickly he bounces back)

Scooby tho… hrm. It could be that he’s clinging to the good feelings Brian Falcon inspires in him (by choosing him as the next possible Dynomutt), as a way to overpower how FD&V hurt him, while also building on how he came to love the duo because SHAGGY loved them so much. But the movie doesn’t frame that up… at all?? At least compared to Shaggy.

Idk, maybe I’m missing something, but this scene is a mess through and through

Boooooo

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Scooby: *tries to leap into Brian Falcon’s arms like he did with Shaggy but falls*

Brian: Uh, what are you doing?

Scooby: Rhaggy never missed.

Damn straight he didn’t

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oh hey, it’s Captain Caveman

I was wondering when we’d see him.

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AAAUUGGHH

It’s that blink-and-you’ll-miss-it scene from the trailers I sobbed over - the one with Shaggy holding Scooby’s collar

Fun fact it actuALLY FADES INTO THE FLASHBACK

THAT WAS NOT A TRAILER THING THAT’S ACTUALLY HERE IN THE MOVIE

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Oh No

Fred is here, alone, after that whole scene with Dastardly saying he had a use for Fred

...while that’s likely Dastardly in a Fred suit (that sounds creepy just typing it), I’m still going to enjoy this brief but absolutely lovely hug Shaggy and Fred share...

(seriously tho, look at this, it’s a genuinely close, squish-your-lungs-out kind of hug, I love it)

...as well as Shaggy, who's still hurt from his fight with Scooby, immediately gearing up to go help him after hearing Dastardly’s trying to kidnap him.

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Brian Falcon and Scooby Doo now have to take on Captain Caveman in gladiatorial combat in order to claim the final skull of Cerberus

I love cartoons sometimes

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Captain Caveman just put the smackdown on Brian Falcon and punched him into the ground up to his CHEST

Then smacked him so far into a wall he cracked the stone around him!

GodDAMN is this satisfying 😆 altho minor question here: how did he gain the rank of Captain? Do cavepeople have a naval force?

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He just whirled Scooby around his head, then spun him so fast his costume broke off

I may have to look into some Captain Caveman stuff now, that’s fantastic

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Shaggy and Fred - sorry, “Fred” - just smashed through to the colosseum in the Mystery Machine

And Dynomutt just fired missiles at Captain Caveman to smash him into an Amigara-shaped hole of himself

I REALLY love cartoons sometimes

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Oh No

Just as Shaggy starts trying to apologize, “Fred” kicks him in the back, rips off his disguise to normal Dastardly self, and kidnaps Scooby atop the skull, before revealing he destroyed the Falcon Fury jet

New tagline for this movie? Shaggy Rogers and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day

...at least the rest of the gang is back together?

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Brian Falcon: *Immediately tries to blame Shaggy for inadvertently leading Dastardly to them, while storming up to get in his face*

Fred: *upon realizing BrianF is blaming Shaggy for everything, without a SINGLE moment’s hesitation, immediately leaps in to defend Shaggy and physically push back Brian Falcon several feet*

We stan one Himbo, theydies and gentlethem

Also?

Velma (sneering): What kind of hero blames other people for his problems? *Walks over to comfort Shaggy with Daphne, while Shaggy looks dumbfounded they’re defending him bc he also blames himself for Scooby’s kidnapping*

This. This right here, is the kind of Mystery gang content I wanna see.

I don’t care how the rest of this movie goes now, this scene right here is ambrosia to the Scooby fan’s soul, and therefore makes this entire movie worth it, outdated memes, lingo, and all

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Cackling rn - Fred and Brian Falcon are in a point-off a la the Spiderman meme 😂

or, more specifically, the post-credits sequence of Spiderverse where they’re arguing about who started pointing first

It gets better when Velma and Daphne try to pull each other off of their pushing fight, and Velma grumbles “Toxic Masculinity” I’m crying

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WOAH

More super Shaggy stuff here (apart from being flung through a building roof without a scratch) - he pushes apart both groups effortless, and even knocks them back several feet

If we estimate Dynomutt as… we’ll say 450 since he’s made of metal, Falcon at 220, Dee Dee at 160, that’s about 830 lbs on one side

Then Fred, Daphne and Velma on the other (hmm, 180, 150, 130?) would be around 460 lbs

Dang boi

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Oh honey no, it’s not your fault

But dang if he didn’t get a good message from it, one I’ve done my best to transcribe here:

“I was afraid that... things were gonna change. And they did change. But like, that’s okay! People can grow. But it doesn’t mean that we’re growing apart. Because the one thing that will never change is that Scooby Doo is my best friend! Ten years ago, a little boy made a promise to a stray puppy that he’d never leave him no matter what. And I’m gonna keep that promise! Now it’s time we stopped that mustachioed menace from opening the gates to the {underworld} and letting loose that fearsome {Cerberus}. So what do you say we get out {of here}, and go get my always-snacking, never-lacking, often-napping dog back? Who’s with me?”

Honestly not a bad message for kids. Things will change, people will change, but that doesn’t mean you have to stop being friends. (Obvs real life exceptions apply, but that’s not a bad note honestly)

...shame that that conclusion comes right the FUCK outta nowhere

How, exactly, did he come to this conclusion? WHEN? What inspired him to realize this, what was the impetus for this specific line of thought, that it’s okay for friends to change?

It kinda feels like this should have been either the happy ending speech given after they’ve saved the world, or one at the start of the third act, like if Shaggy arrives when Scooby thinks he’s chased him away and ruined everything, and Shaggy & the gang still save him. And Scooby asks him why he did that - when Scooby tried to change himself to fit what Brian Falcon wanted, instead of treasuring the friend he still had, or maybe why Shaggy reacted the way he did. THEN Shaggy gives the speech we hear, a la:

“I yelled at you because… like, because I was scared. I was scared that... things were gonna change. And they did change. But like, that’s okay! People can grow. But it doesn’t mean that we’re growing apart. Because the one thing that will never change is that YOU’RE my best friend! Ten years ago, a little boy made a promise to a stray puppy that he’d never leave him no matter what. And I mean to keep it!”

At least that would make a little more sense to me. Again, not a bad speech, but a little rearranging would help to really hit home.

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Okay, now we’re back with Dastardly in Greece, and suddenly the background people all look MILES better than the ones at the start of the movie. Did they just forget to polish the first two minutes of film, what the heck?

Also, Dastardly’s ship is literally the entire length of the Greek ruins presented o_O

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HOLY SHIT THE SKULLS TURNED BACK TIME AND MADE THE RUINS INTO AN ENTIRELY RESTORED PALACE WITH THE GATES OF THE UNDERWORLD BEFORE THEM

They’re also colored a very atmospheric neon arrangement that’s surprisingly quite tasteful ^.^

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The Mystery Machine can fly now!!! eeheeheeeheeheeheeheeee

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And so we finally see Cerberus, a massive, towering figure with sharp teeth and pffffffhahahhahaa why are all three heads wearing Spartan helmets

To its credit, they’re also wearing basic body armor, wrist guards, tail spikes, etc, but the helmets are killing me 🤣 who thought to stick that onto the dog? Did Hades forget to remove the armor after winning the Gods’ Pet Costume Contest, or was it like that horse in the ATV costume - it felt safer so it didn’t let anyone take it off?

Or was this a precaution against Herakles coming back? These are questions - hilarious, hilarious questions 😁

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Awww. Scooby immediately runs to the battered Mystery Machine to rip the doors open for the gang!

And… wait. THIS is where that wonderful hug was in the trailers? I thought that was at the end of the movie when everyone was safe!

This now does not bode well. But we’ll worry about that later. Time to enjoy this gorgeous wonderful hug of the entire gang, and Shag and Scoob apologizing to each other for fighting 🥰

Yet another scene to make the rest of this movie worth the rest

(halfway wanna frame this shit and put it on the wall, it’s that lovely)

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Fantastic! Dastardly is now in Hell, where I’ve been wishing him this entire movie! :D

And dang… he actually apologizes to what he believes is a dead Muttley. Who is, naturally, snickering at all of this. The two bicker predictably, but eventually hug and make up, too happy to see each other to resort to old habits. Honestly a nice little scene, all-in-all.

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Back to the gang and they’re doing the glowy eyes in the dark bit! I actually haven’t seen that in a Scooby movie forever, it’s neat.

Also Fred is now going full Liam Neeson over his van, war paint and all, using the tire cover as a shield and… holy shit.

HOLY SHIT

THE ASCOT IS BAAAnnnnnd it’s gone. Boy, that was… short.

Fred just ran full-tilt at Cerberus, screaming like a mad man, before getting flicked away by its big toe, and losing the ascot and makeshift shield. It punched so hard his facepaint came off

It was fun while it lasted y’all

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Heyyy, Shag and Scoob just came up with the plan, and it’s actually solid! I’m so proud, and so is the rest of the gang! Also willingly going to distract Cerberus while the rest figure out how to close the gate and stuff Cerberus back in

I love my boys 😊

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Annnnd there goes Brian Falcon like the coward he is

To… call his dad? And admit he isn’t a hero.

Only for Dynomutt to point out Shaggy and Scooby are taking him on and are terrified.

This then cuts to Shaggy and Scooby running around in a chariot and gladiator wear, running back and forth a la the door gag from Cerberus to the OG SDWAY theme

I think I love this movie

(although they’re hinting at Dynomutt being resentful of OG Blue Falcon essentially abandoning him to his incompetent son, and I really wish it had been touched upon more

that’s actually rather heartbreaking, when you stop to think about it, and there’s a lot that could be done with an additional two minutes of screentime)

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Huh, another good message for kids: it’s okay to fail and be scared, so long as you keep going and try to do what’s right.

Two good messages for kids in one movie. Not too shabby, on the whole.

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Brian Falcon just flew in and punched the three-headed dog, then jumped into its mouth as it tried to eat Scooby, resisted the MASSIVE JAW STRENGTH, and got them out of there safe and sound

Finally, something heroic!

I was wondering where Dastardly and Muttley got off to - apparently they’re off to take a money bath.

Aight

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Shag and Scoob have now convinced the Rotten Robots to turn into bowling balls to knock Cerberus off their feet a la the classic marbles pratfall back into the underworld

That is a sentence I just wrote

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OH FCUK NO

ABSOLUTELY NOT NO

YOU ARE TELLING US THAT AFTER ALL OF THIS - ALL OF THIS - ONE OF THEM HAS TO STAY IN THE UNDERWORLD TO LOCK THE GATE

THAT OCTOBER LEAKER WAS RIGHT WHAT THE HELL

LITERALLY SO

I mean i know its a kids film specifically Scooby Doo so happy ending but what the literal FUCK

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WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGHHH

SHAGGY NOOOO

“Buddy, back when we were kids, you saved me. Now, it’s my turn.”

and he dOES THIS WHILE HOLDING SCOOBY’S HEAD TENDERLY IN HIS HANDS

AND WHEN EVERYTHING REVERTS IT’S JUST RUBBLE AND RUIN AND SCOOBY’S LEFT SOBBING OPENLY AT NOTHING

AND THE GANG ALL COME TO CLING AT HIM AND CRY OVER THEIR FRIEND WHO THOUGHT HE WAS WORTHLESS MOST OF THE MOVIE AND THOUGH THAT THE GANG THOUGHT THE SAME ABOUT HIM

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH

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WELP, TIME TO COPE WITH INAPPROPRIATE HUMOR

Shaggy: I yelled at my dog, got him kidnapped, and ended up helping the bad guy to open the gates to Hell. Guess I’ll die.

Dee Dee: Well actually, this is more Dastardly’s fault because -

Shaggy, yelling as he slams his hand against the lock: GUESS I’LL DIE!!!

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Ah, so the writers wrote themselves into a corner, and the only way out was a Deus Ex Machina (at least, I think I’m using that term correctly…)

Because to get Shaggy back, a giant statue of Alexander the Great and Peritas appears out of nowhere - literally, since it definitely wasn’t there before - with an inscription Scooby has to read to get Shaggy back.

This would have been a lot more effective if we’d seen it when Dastardly arrived in Greece - maybe even as the marker for where the gate to the Underworld was. Have Alexander facing one way, and Peritas facing the other. You open the gate on Alexander’s side, and come home on Peritas’ side. Having this unfold into the gate gives it more purpose than “magically appears right the fcuk outta nowehere” and you could have a pun with the “backdoor” escape. Everybody wins!

And if that’s too good for ya, how about a brief lingering shot by it at some point as Dastardly flies into Greece, behind where the gate materializes, or directly across from it on the plaza? Maybe have one of the gang kick it after Shaggy leaves, and say ‘This is all your fault! Why would you make something like this?’

It’d still be a magical contrivance, but at least it would make some fcuking SENSE.

(Granted it DID lead to this hilariously ominous shot, so maybe I shouldn’t complain:)

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Velma: I finally figured out what you guys are! You’re the heart of Mystery Inc.

Me: YEAH BABY! *flips over table* I’VE BEEN SAYING THAT SHIT FOR YEARS AND NOW, I’M FCUKING VALIDATED AT LAAAAAAAAST!

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Shaggy: *rips off Dastardly’s face to reveal…*

ALL: SIMON COWELL??!?

Me, choking on food: I’m sorry WHAT?!?!?

Velma: *takes off mask again to reveal*

ALL: DICK DASTARDLY?!?

Dastardly: Drat! No one ever goes for the double unmasking.

So I was right all along - Simon Cowell truly was a Dick this entire time.

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And so we close on the gang unveiling a Mystery Machine paint job on their official detective agency building, Brian Falcon living the good life as the DJ at their party, the Falcon team gifting a sleek new Mystery Machine to the gang (which honestly looks pretty unique - it’s not the classic, but it is something new that isn’t awful, so kudos there), and the gang on their way to another mystery.

So, at the end of the day is this a good Scooby movie?

Meh? *waves hand in meh motion* But it definitely had its moments.

This Scooby film is flawed as heck, no doubt about it - the plot has a MAJOR problem with telling instead of showing, some parts feeling out of order or WAY too short, and of course the deus ex machina ending. I honestly would have loved some more time for their first mystery as kids, where we actually got more character moments/bonding from Fred, Daphne, and Velma as they solved it the more traditional route, as well as not framing FD&V as super duper mystery solvers right off the bat???

The stuff with Blue Falcon isn’t AWFUL, per se, but it is ridiculously satisfying to see him get smacked around. Captain Caveman was honestly one of the funniest bits in the movie, same with Dynomutt.

As far as the character stuff? It all felt fairly natural, progression-wise. Shag and Scoob don’t have this big break-up with the gang - they’re hurt by the literal Dickhead’s comments the gang don’t speak up against, and go to blow off some steam together. Shag and Scoob don’t have this giant blow-up argument - it builds over the film into a hurt spat they both recognize they overreacted to almost immediately. The gang (FDV) go looking for them almost as soon as they leave, and, upon hearing they’re in danger, turn and head towards them to save them, realizing how important the two are to Mystery Inc along the way. They defend each other, help each other, have some of the Best Dang Animated Mystery Inc hugs I ever did see - THIS feels more like the Gang I’ve been waiting for forever to come back to DTV (and in a rough sense, did). While I do wish we’d gotten more screen time of FD&V, what we got wasn’t too bad.

Weirdly enough, at the end of the day, I’ve actually grown more accustomed to Forte’s Shaggy - it feels like it fits this different style a touch more than I originally thought, and holy hell if I didn’t come close to tears at that ending gate scene, he knocked that one out of the park. Velma still doesn’t feel much like Velma, but I did get used to it by the end. I kept cracking up at Efron’s Fred, and no complaints on Seyfried’s Daphne.

Jason Isaacs as Dick Dastardly absolutely killed it. Blue Falcon Crew was okay (excepting Mark “The Racist” Wahlburg - it was just him talking, no real effort. You could recognize Wahlburg right off the bat, acting as a goofy douche) and freaking Captain Caveman was awesome. Apparently they combined both Billy West and Don Messick’s recordings for Muttley (awesome!!!), so this may very well be Don Messick’s final role in a Scooby Doo film.

It got off to a rough start, but ended well enough. The animation was solid, the writing has some unexpectedly clever and funny moments sprinkled throughout, with some pretty fun action sequences on the side. Watching this, I really do believe that the people working on it love Scooby Doo and all things Hanna-Barbera… at least in their own way.

I ended up buying this instead of just renting it ($5 more, why not) and I am honestly glad I did so. Despite its flaws, it has some great moments with the gang as friends, and I have been Craving That Shit for DECADES

And if these writers/directors ever did another Scooby film? I think I’d be up for giving them a chance - at least so long as we got some more absolutely BEAUTIFUL hugs with the gang

I hope you enjoyed this stream-of-consciousness reaction to SCOOB! (2020)... a whole ass year LATER, admittedly (I didn’t switch my Save Post to Queue, curse my hubris), but hopefully y’all’ve been entertained. Good night everybody!

#scoob!#scoob 2020 #scoob #scooby doo #plush reviews: final thoughts #note to self: never use queue for the big posts

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Alias s02e13 ‘Phase One’

Does it pass the Bechdel Test?

No.

How many female characters (with names and lines) are there?

Four (23.53%).

How many male characters (with names and lines) are there?

Thirteen (76.47%).

Positive Content Rating:

Three

General Episode Quality:

Exciting, if somewhat empty.

MORE INFO (and potential spoilers) UNDER THE CUT:

Passing the Bechdel:

Super Bowl watchers don’t want to see women talking, apparently.

Female Characters:

Sydney Bristow

Francie Calfo

Diane Dixon

“Francie Calfo”

Male Characters:

Gils Macor

Jack Bristow

Dixon

Michael Vaughn

Weiss

Kendall

Anthony Geiger

McCullough

Arvin Sloane

There is so damn much to say about this episode. How it’s colored by the fact that it’s a Super Bowl Episode—an episode designed to appeal to a new, broader audience who might not have otherwise watched the show. How it irrevocably alters the show’s status quo, and why it does so. How it’s often (unfairly, I feel) identified as the point the show jumped the shark. How it’s both the series at its most exciting while arguably also being made up of largely empty calories.

Let’s start with the initial scene, where Sydney literally parades in lingerie as part of her latest mission, which has her impersonate a sex worker in order to get close to a person with access that will allow her to take down SD-6. Twice. It’s both the apex of a practice the show has indulged in before—using Sydney’s aliases as a way to justify placing Jennifer Garner in a variety of sexy costumes—and also an outlier: the sequence exists the way it does entirely because the showrunners wanted to draw in new viewers sticking around after the Super Bowl.

There are several things that bug me about this sequence. The first and most obvious is that, this was the first impression J.J. Abrams and company thought needed to be made, which is quite telling. Given that nothing in the series ever suggests that the writers ever considered queer women, it’s quite clear who is being prioritized here, both within the story and a TV show—especially since the episode also has her note, for the first time, that she does not particularly care for being dressed this way (something more than borne out by her usual style).

Also bothersome is the fact that Sydney’s alias is that of a sex worker, because while the series has been more than happy to have Sydney (and the few other female characters we’ve seen) be sexy, and sometimes even seductive, it seems far less comfortable with allowing her to be sexual, even when performing a job that in popular perception requires it. Sydney strutting down the airplane hallway is good enough to do twice, the series suggests; actually having sex with her target, however, would have crossed a line and made Sydney unworthy of viewers’ support. Occasionally, we’ve seen this belief suggested textually: the disdain with which Macor’s reliance on sex workers is talked about this episode and the way Anna Espinosa was introduced as evil Sydney by showing her having sex with her mark both suggests there is something wrong with non-romantic sex.

While Alias does not generally claim to be a feminist work, it is still somewhat unsettling to see a show that is ostensibly centered on a woman make these arguments. It’s not surprising—at all—but still disappointing. I don’t actually care to see Sydney having sex with random people for information, but this low-key slut-shaming doesn’t work either.

As attention-grabbing as the initial sequence is, however, it’s only a drop in the bucket to what is largely an innocuous episode. Most of what is notable about “Phase One” has little to do with what it is doing and everything to do with how it is doing it. This is the big “blow up the status quo” episode: after this, SD-6 and the Alliance are no more; the series’ core premise is, for all intents and purposes, over and done with.

Back when this first aired, the fact that the show would just up and end its central conflict in the middle of its second season was treated as shocking and daring; in retrospect, it feels much less so. While there are still no obvious-in-retrospect in-story hints that this would happen—not a point in the episode’s favor—one can see, given how the series’ focus shifted from SD-6 to the C.I.A., that the writers had gotten somewhat bored with the double agent shenanigans. Something like this was always going to happen, and given the details of the premise, it arguably needed to happen sooner rather than later.

(It’s also been well-documented that the timing of SD-6′s end was dictated largely in part by the perception that people found the series hard to follow, and a desire to accommodate those people. While I have some sympathy for these claims, and find them believable—especially since the writers had trouble keeping their continuity straight more than once—it also feels shocking that the showrunners were willing to bend to this degree.)

What is still quite surprising, however, is how little interest there was on making this feel like a satisfying conclusion. The circumstances that bring down SD-6 relate to nothing Sydney or the C.I.A. had previously done. There is little sense of escalating stakes, with none of the established Alliance players in attendance, and with the major threat—Jack at SD-6 being tortured—being a nearly direct replay of what had occurred on the episode immediately preceding this one. Sloane’s replacement at SD-6 is someone we’d never seen or heard from before, and gets taken down without a fight. At no point does it feel like the people assaulting SD-6 are in danger. While the events of the episode are not completely divorced from things that have gone on before—they occur as a direct consequence of Sloane’s exit last episode, and is part of his ongoing plan with Sark and perhaps SpyMommy—what they do is make the end of SD-6 the beginning of a new story, rather than the end of one. It also denies viewers a sense of proper satisfaction—surely the end of SD-6 should come because of Sydney? And yet, she is ultimately largely irrelevant—a tool in somebody else’s story. The show’s original premise, thus, is rendered an inconvenience—something to be discarded as dramatically as possible.

This isn’t to say that the episode doesn’t work—most of it does, quite well. Dixon gets what is possibly his finest moment in the series, and gets to be the lynchpin of the episode. The Sydney / Vaughn ship finally sets sail with a great kiss. The ending is shocking. It all feels lush and big and exciting. In the end, though, it’s not the finale I wanted it to be.

Other Notes:

Because this episode is aimed at potential new viewers, there are a bunch of scenes and conversations that exist solely so that these new viewers can be caught up to speed. While I appreciate the effort, these scenes now seem dated and intrusive, if sometimes charmingly so.

On that note, part of restating the show’s premise is mentioning Danny for the first time in like a dozen episodes, in the process giving us much more detail than we’d ever gotten about him. Kinda too little too late, show.

This episode’s big guest star is Rutger Hauer, who does his best but is let down by a story that doesn’t have much time for him and a script that doesn’t allow him to be terribly memorable in the time he does have. Given that his mayor role involves him stumbling upon the fact that Sydney and Jack are double agents and torturing Jack, I really wish they’d allowed Ariana Kane to stay for one more episode and merge the two stories. But that would have defeated the purpose of the story.

We’re told that Sloane is acting director of SD-6, which is either an error or one heck of a thing to slip into when it’s no longer relevant. While it answers some questions (like why he wasn’t a senior partner at the Alliance) it also raises far more (why is he still acting director after seven years)?

HOW IS FRANCIE’S RESTAURANT MAKING A PROFIT AFTER SIX MONTHS?

Sydney mentions the Alliance to Dixon, with the full expectation that he’ll understand what she’s talking about. This raises a question: if SD-6 agents know about the Alliance, how does SD-6 justify never actually doing anything to try and bring it down? As a friend of mine noted, the entire premise of SD-6 is creaky as hell.

#Alias #Alias Season Two #Phase One #Female Representation #Bechdel Test #MimeParadox

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there-must-be-a-lock · 5 years

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Marked (Part 17)

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2435

Warnings: Nothing you haven’t seen before in this story.

A/N: Insert apology here for the snail’s pace. But I’m writing again, really writing, because I decided to stop fuckin around with boys and start focusing on my creativity again... it was a good choice. Expect more of this soon; I have the rest plotted out and ready to be written.

Refresh your memory HERE.

I woke drenched in sweat, twisted in the sheets, shouting myself out of another fucked-up fever dream, its specifics already fading away. I was disoriented for a moment, just as I’d been every time, and just as I gathered my wits, there was a tentative knock on the door.

“Yeah,” I called, trying to untangle myself.

Sam poked his head through the door.

“Still okay, Sam.”

He nodded. “Just checking. Sure you don’t want to come out? I’ll make you some dinner?”

“I just want to sleep it off,” I said firmly, yet again. Sam gave a sympathetic half-smile and closed the door, leaving me in silence again.

The aftereffects of the djinn’s venom had made me dizzy and groggy, and I was having trouble shaking off the memories… but not memories, I told myself sternly, hallucinations.

I could almost taste the salty sea breeze as I lay there, listening to the ever-present hum of the ventilation system. I blinked back tears and remembered the sound of the waves, letting it lull me back into that foggy half-asleep state where my happy ending was within reach.

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After the fever dreams faded, I couldn’t fall back to sleep. The blinking green light of the clock read 3:28, and I was wide awake.

The room was much too quiet. I knew from experience that my brain would run wild if I tried to fall back to sleep. I’d end up staring at the ceiling for hours, thinking about things I didn’t want to acknowledge.

I listened at the door for a moment, but there wasn’t any sound from the hallway. I slipped out and crept softly toward the main room.

The table was scattered with evidence of some late-night research binge: a couple empty beer bottles and take-out boxes, a journal, books, an assortment of post-it notes covered in Sam’s spiky handwriting and another that read “KICK ME” in big blocky letters.

I’d never really been able to picture Dean at home. Nothing seemed right, somehow; he was so different from anyone I’d known. Imagining him in a normal bachelor pad apartment was like imagining a tiger cooped up like a house cat, all that feral energy confined to mundane surroundings that weren’t meant to hold him.

The bunker, as strange as it was, made sense for him. I could feel his presence everywhere, from the flannel thrown over the back of a chair to the empty whiskey glass on the table. It was overwhelming, after spending so long avoiding the thought of him, to be immersed in this, surrounded by the reality of him, reminded of the everyday life that I wished I could share with him.

No. No, I wasn’t going to think about that.

I sat down and started to flip through one of the books. A gruesome illustration caught my eye: some sort of monster with black pits for eyes and a round, gaping mouth full of teeth. I shuddered and flipped through a few more pages, catching glimpses of fangs and claws, bodies with bite marks or puncture wounds, each nastier than the last. Every so often there was a post-it stuck to a page, giving a little addendum: “decapitate” or “killed nest in SD 6/15,” and once, in all capital letters, “JUST AVOID THESE MOTHERFUCKERS.”

Part of me was still having trouble accepting everything I’d learned recently. Another part, a much bigger part, felt like I’d known all along. It was the only explanation that actually made sense for everything that had happened with Dean, all the little warning bells that I should’ve paid more attention to from the very beginning. And then that night, his voice, his eyes… I shivered. It felt good to have answers, finally.

Still, answers could only do so much. All the answers had done nothing to repair the splintered wreckage of whatever had existed between us.

I looked down at a graphic illustration of a human sacrifice, showing the precise way organs would be arranged in order to summon a particular demi-god, and almost laughed.

Who the fuck did I think I was? Monsters under the bed, mystical forces far beyond my control, magic and witches and werewolves, but I was so preoccupied by my own demons that I hadn’t given a thought to the ones out there in the real world.

No more feeling sorry for myself. I settled myself more comfortably in the chair and began to read.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but when I jolted myself awake, there was a large puddle of drool partially gluing my face to the page of a book I’d apparently been using as a pillow. Someone was stifling laughter behind me.

“Some light reading?” Sam asked dryly. He gestured at his chin. “You’ve got some, uh…”

I turned to make a face at him. Of course it was at that moment Dean shuffled in, all bedhead and sleepy eyes, squinting at me as I tried to wipe my mouth.

“Hey,” he said awkwardly. “Better? Coffee?”

I nodded. “Thanks.”

“You’ve got some, uh…” Dean mumbled, with the exact same gesture and inflection as his brother.

Great. Fantastic.

I gathered the last shreds of my dignity and followed them to the kitchen. They started their morning ritual while I leaned on the doorframe, feeling even more self-conscious, waiting for the right moment to say what I needed to say.

“Spit it out,” Dean said, without looking at me.

“Huh?”

“You’ve got that face on,” he said, with a little quirk of his mouth that I recognized as his pre-caffeine smile. I rolled my eyes.

“I want you to teach me,” I said. “About… everything.”

Sam offered me coffee without comment, but I could see his eyebrows raised up to his hairline.

“I don’t… we can’t just…” Dean stuttered, and then he rubbed his eyes and growled, “Where’s mine?”

Sam was already holding out the mug. He leaned back, looking back and forth from Dean to me as we both gulped down our coffee, smirking like there was something fucking hilarious going on. I scowled at him.

“When you say everything,” Dean started.

“How to fight,” I answered. “How to fight, hunt, fucking... protect people. Protect yourselves.”

He sighed. “What we do is dangerous. I don’t want -”

“Wow, I had no idea,” I snapped. “Danger? Oh no.”

He glared at me. I glared right back, and after a moment he dropped his gaze to his mug as if it would have the answers.

“You can’t just jump into something like this,” Sam said gently. “I mean, we’ve been hunting as long as I can remember, you know? Most people… most people don’t make it this long. There isn’t enough practice in the world to prepare you for what it’s like. Not really.”

“You can’t expect me to find out about fucking vampires and djinns and ghosts and just go back to my regular everyday life,” I protested. “What am I supposed to do? Ignore it? Hide my head in the sand?”

“You’d be a liability,” Dean said, and continued before I could interrupt: “Hunters with a lifetime of training under their belts get killed every day. You’d just slow us down.”

“I don’t need to go out looking for it, I don’t need to pull your fucking… thrilling heroics, or whatever, I just-”

“You wouldn’t be safe,” Dean said angrily.

I had to make a conscious effort to unclench my jaw. “If there’s anything I’ve learned recently, it’s that nowhere is safe. I took my fifteen minute break and almost died, for fuck’s sake.”

“I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you. I need you to be safe,” he said, softer, and I took a deep breath, struggling to keep my voice steady.

“Dean, my home isn’t safe. My bedroom wasn’t safe. If I wasn’t safe with you...”

He looked up, expression wide-open and hurt. Sam made a strangled, unhappy noise, but I didn’t turn away; I met Dean’s familiar green-gold eyes without flinching.

“After what happened, I’m not sure I’ll ever feel safe again,” I said bluntly.

It was the truth, and he knew it as well as I did.

There was a moment of silence in the kitchen. I waited, well aware that I’d won; there was a bitter twist to Dean’s mouth and his eyes were darting around, looking for a way out, but I could see resignation written in every frown line on Sam’s face.

“Shit,” Dean said eventually. “Fine. Just… fine. You’re not coming on hunts, though, you understand? I want you to be able to defend yourself, but I can’t… I couldn’t…if anything happened. Got it?”

The concern in his eyes was tugging uncomfortably at something in my stomach. I nodded.

“Right,” Sam said, all business. “What’s your plan here? Will you just come out on your days off? We’ll have to coordinate schedules, make sure one of us is here, but if we get called away I can’t make any promises. Maybe we can set you up with exercises you can practice at home.”

“We have that extra punching bag,” Dean mused.

“I was wondering,” I said, hesitant. This was the part I’d been most nervous about. “I was hoping I could stay here. For a while. A couple weeks, at least.”

They both looked startled. It had surprised me, too, when I had the idea. Dean should’ve been the last person I’d want to stay with.

I couldn’t imagine going back to my house, though. Not alone.

“What about your job?” Sam asked.

“Not too hard to fake a doctor’s note,” Dean pointed out reluctantly. “They think you’re in the hospital anyway. Buy you a few days to figure it out, I guess.”

Sam nodded. “It’s not like we don’t have the space. Are you sure?”

I shrugged.

“Okay,” Dean said slowly. He repeated it as if he was steeling himself for something: “Okay.”

They both stared at me for a moment: Dean nervous, Sam pensive. I stared right back. I felt jittery and wound-tight, waiting for a fight, but none came, just a long, weighted pause.

“Let’s make some breakfast. We can take you home after, I guess, to get some clothes and tie up whatever loose ends.” Sam set his mug down decisively in the sink as he spoke, and the clatter startled Dean and me out of our staring match.

We moved around each other cautiously, at first. I felt gangly and awkward in the space that they were so used to sharing. At one point, after I’d turned my back for a moment, I caught Sam and Dean looking away from each other sharply, like they’d been having one of their silent conversations while I wasn’t looking.

I still felt painfully aware of Dean’s body. When he came too close, the skin on the back of my neck prickled, goosebumps running down my spine. When I caught a hint of his scent, cologne or whatever the fuck was branded so permanently into my synapses, my stomach twisted with a nauseating mixture of fear and arousal. My primal animal-brain couldn’t tell if that smell was the cue for fighting or fucking. Too many memories with their wires crossed and tangled together.

After breakfast, Sam didn’t even bother to make an excuse about why he wanted to stay home. “You should talk,” he said, and I couldn’t argue with that. But when the Impala’s engine rumbled to life, the thought of the drive, all that time in a confined space with Dean, made my throat constrict and my guts go cold.

I could practically see us in the backseat. I could feel leather under my palms as I braced myself, see Dean’s open mouth, hear his gasp…

God.

Dean was saying something, and I felt myself flush red as I blinked away the memory. I rolled down the window a little, letting the breeze cool my cheeks.

“What’d you say?”

“You sure about this?” he repeated. It was shaky and quiet.

“No.”

He huffed out a laugh. I shrugged helplessly, trying to put it into words.

“I felt like I was sleepwalking,” I said. “For a long time, I just felt like it was sleepwalking, until…”

Until you, I didn’t say. The pause stretched just a moment too long.

I cleared my throat. “I’m awake now. And I can’t just go back to how things were, because it turns out I was sleepwalking through a world that’s so much crazier than I ever imagined. It’s terrifying, and it’s huge, and I don’t know what comes next, but I know I can’t just fall back to sleep like nothing ever happened.”

Dean nodded and sighed. I could see his grip tighten on the steering wheel, knuckles going pale, and I could feel his fingers on my skin. I shivered.

No, I wasn’t even a little bit sure about this.

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“I’ll just wait here,” Dean said softly, when we pulled into the driveway. I didn’t argue.

My house didn’t feel like home, not that it ever really had. I went through it quickly, dealing with what little perishable food was left in the kitchen, taking out the trash, locking the windows. There wasn’t much to be done.

It didn’t take long to pack, either. Comfortable clothes, sports bras, toothbrush… there wasn’t much from my sleepy sepia-toned life worth taking.

I could see us in the bed, eating ice cream. I could see us in the shower, Dean’s fingers bruising my hips. I could see us in the living room, Dean’s hand stroking my hair as I knelt for him. I could see us everywhere, laughter and color filling the space, bright and fierce, as real and solid as the fucking Ikea bookshelf. Our ghosts looked so happy here.

I paused in the entryway. I could see us there, too: my wrists pinned, his voice hissing in my ear, cold and cruel and strange. My hands started shaking so badly that I almost dropped my keys.

I thought of Dean’s stories and imagined, for one crazy second, digging up the bones of our relationship to salt and burn, banishing the smiles and the sweaty, flushed skin, the memories evaporating so I could finally, finally, be left in peace.

Stupid. This wasn’t any sort of supernatural occurrence. My demons weren’t some metaphorical thing I had to face; my demon was waiting outside in the car.

I fumbled with my keys, locked the door, and turned to leave.

This was going to be more complicated than salt and iron. I wasn’t the kind of haunted that could be exorcised.

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shakethispeare · 4 years

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DARK : S1 - EP4 [ DOPPELLEBEN | DOUBLE LIVES ]

NOTE: I’m only pouring my thoughts into this post. I’m taking notes every time I watch Dark since I heard the story-line is complicated. Also, my memories suck. It’s not spoiler-free, of course. So, only read if you have seen this episode.

Episode 4 starts with the same man's voice-over in Episode 1. He quotes, "Black holes are considered to be the hell-mouths of the universe. Those who fall inside disappear, forever. But where to? What lies behind a black hole? Along with things, do space and time also vanish there? Or would space and time be tied together and be part of an endless cycle? What if everything that came from the past were influenced by the future?"

At the same time, the camera shows a trapdoor somewhere in the woods at night. The lights are on. Then, the electric chair.

Helge is sitting on a chair, muttering tick-tock. Raincoat Man No. 2, I suppose, is standing on the entrance of the cave.

FRANZISKA DOPPLER POV

At the Doppler's house, Franziska exits her room while yelling for her sister for her lipstick. Elisabeth is in the living room reading a magazine and Franziska throws it away to catch her attention. Elisabeth is deaf and using sign language, admits that she didn't take her sister's lipstick, but Franziska isn't falling for her puppy eyes.

Franziska is in her class when Magnus suddenly walks in. Shortly after, Franziska receives a text message and pardons herself to go to the bathroom. When she left, Magnus followed behind her.

She didn't go to the bathroom. She went to the woods where there are train tracks. She crouches down and takes out a small steel box. Inside was money enveloped in a paper. Magnus watches her closely. Franziska probably knows that Magnus is following her.

Franziska returns to school for a gym class. Magnus watches her in gym class.

When Franziska is finished with her class, she checks her bag and is surprised when her money's not there. Magnus shows up and asks where she got the money. Magnus thinks she's dealing drugs but tells him that what she does is none of her business. Franziska is going to use the money to leave Winden. Franziska is putting up a facade and when Magnus insists her on telling the truth, Franziska shared that her parents have been sleeping in different beds for over a year because her father is interested in guys. She's sick because everyone's pretending.

Magnus then began kissing her and the two make out.

Franziska comes downstairs and hugs her sister. Then, she notices her wearing her lipstick and slaps her, scolding her not touch her stuff again.

CHARLOTTE DOPPLER POV

Momentarily after Franziska stormed out, Charlotte and Peter showed up, but from different rooms. Peter is going to see his father at Winden's Rest Home while Charlotte will take Elisabeth, their youngest daughter, to school. Because of the missing people cases, Charlotte is wary and doesn't want her to go alone.

Charlotte appears in the living room and tells Elisabeth she will be taking her to school, also unaware of the two's previous bickering. Charlotte asks if Franziska should go with her too, to which Franziska refuses because she's not a baby. Elisabeth asks if this is because of Mikkel. but Charlotte will not discuss her work with her. Elisabeth claims she doesn't like Mikkel because he's a show-off and a jerk and that she doesn't really care if he's missing. Charlotte seems perplexed by her daughter's confession.

On her way, Charlotte stops in the middle of the road and gets out of the car. She crosses the road to reach the sidewalk and tampered with the security camera overlooking the road. She takes the SD card and brings it with her. Elisabeth asks if she's stealing, but Charlotte says it's confiscating. Elisabeth doesn't seem pleased.

Charlotte tells Elisabeth should wait for her after school, but Elisabeth is busy looking at her boyfriend, Yasin. Charlotte isn't angry over this, just as long Elisabeth listened to her.

At the police station, Charlotte gave one of the dead birds to a medical examiner. She claims that the white speckles on the feathers are not typical of their species. Then, she began cutting it open to see what killed it. While doing her job, the medical examiner asked if there is news on the dead boy. Charlotte disappointingly said none, even though she has checked through many missing person databases.

Charlotte then said that she has seen spots on their feathers before, 33 years ago. She feels that the events are happening once again, with the children and the birds, and somehow it's all connected. She still doesn't know how.

While walking down the hallway, Charlotte seems to be in deep thought. However, she was interrupted by one of her colleagues and reports to her that the phones have been ringing all morning, assuming someone must have something against the dead boy. But Charlotte tells him to look over the missing person database again and to include older report this time, going back to 15 years.

Charlotte inserts the SD card into her computer. She looks over Mikkel's missing report and sees the time of his disappearance, which is between 21:30 - 22:30. She looks through the camera footage from that time period and finds one car drove down the road. Charlotte prints it out.

Charlotte visits a prostitute's trailer who knows Peter. She wants to know if he came to visit a prostitute last Monday. But the prostitute says he hasn't seen Peter in a year. He shared intimate details about Peter to humiliate Charlotte.

Charlotte drives out to the old Doppler family cabin in the woods. Out of all the places seen in the series, their cabin is the only place that has red soil and it looks the same as the soil from Peter’s car.

She gets a call from the medical examiner, who tells her that the bird has burst eardrums on both sides. Again, just like the sheep in 1986 and the dead boy. She continued that it probably died from becoming disoriented while flying and crashing into the ground. It happens to birds frequently when “Electromagnetic fields interfere with their sensory systems.” It’s caused by voltages in the radio wave spectrum, like those used by electrical appliances.

Charlotte enters the cabin and looks around for clues. She's trying to find anything that connects Peter with Mikkel's disappearance. She sees a trapdoor, the same one as in the opening. She opens it and climbs down. It's dark, but after turning the lights on, she receives a phone call but isn't clear from who.

In the power plant, Aleksander is escorting Charlotte to his office, where Ulrich is being held. She takes him home.

Charlotte receives a phone call from Peter informing her that Elisabeth is not at school. It turns out that one of her teachers is sick and Elisabeth didn't inform her mother early on. So, Charlotte thought her classes would end like the usual. Peter has looked for her but fails. Charlotte tells him to go home and call everyone in her class. Charlotte races home.

Charlotte drives down a road that Elisabeth could've walked down on. But she only finds Elisabeth's beanie, her daughter nowhere to be seen.

Charlotte arrives home to receive sad news from Peter that no one has seen Elisabeth. Charlotte is in shock and Peter hugs to comfort her. I'm pretty sure at this moment, she's reminded of Ulrich's words.

Elisabeth reaches home and Charlotte scolds her for taking a long time to arrive home. Elisabeth said she met someone and took out a pocket watch, claiming it used to be her mother's. Charlotte asked who gave it to her. The man is named Noah but Charlotte doesn't know who he is.

On the pocket watch, it's written 'For Charlotte'.

JONAS KAHNWALD POV

Jonas is looking at his father's map, pondering over the words 'Where is The Crossing'. Then, he places it in the bag.

Hannah is smoking in the living room and sees Jonas coming down the stairs. Jonas is about to go to school but Hannah tells him it's okay if he doesn't want to. Jonas tells her he's fine. Before he leaves the house, Hannah calls him once more and says it would be nice to do something together for once, and Jonas seems embarrassed by this. She finally lets him go.

Jonas doesn't go to school but instead goes to the cave again. With a map in his hand, he enters. From behind the trees, Raincoat Man is watching him.

Jonas is in the cave, undoubtedly looking for this crossing. He keeps on walking but reaches a dead end instead. He's pissed.

Jonas leaves the cave and finds a red cord on his bicycle, the same cord that was tied around the dead boy's neck.

Jonas is in his father's studio studying the map again. He's in deep thought.

During this voiceover, the face of Raincoat Man is clear and he's in Jonas' room when he's sleeping. He writes something on it.

PETER DOPPLER POV

At the rest home, Peter visits his dad, reprimanding him that he can't just leave the rest home on his own accord. But Helge is not listening to him and keeps on saying, "I have to tell him. I have to tell him. It has to stop." Peter asks who and what has to stop but Helge doesn't answer. Peter reaches his hand out and solemnly look at his father. He lets go after seeing that his father is inconsolable. Helge then tells Peter don't be sad.

Peter walks to his car but stops to look around. He threw the red soil that was in his car. His phone rang. Charlotte asked if he wanted to say something when she missed his call during Mikkel's disappearance. But her true intentions were to ask where he was. Charlotte senses he's lying.

Peter is back in his office when he receives another phone call from Charlotte because she can't take Elisabeth home. Peter says he has a patient but Charlotte forces him to because she has to go to the power plant. Before hanging up, Charlotte reminds him of the promise they made a year ago, but Peter looks shocked and tells her has to go and then hangs up.

Peter has reached her school and asked for Elisabeth, but the teachers thought she has already been picked up. Peter leaves in a hurry.

Peter gets a call from Woller that Helge is found in the woods. He informs them he'll be there.

ELISABETH DOPPLER POV

It's after school and Elisabeth is talking with Yasin. Yasin' mother has arrived and offers Elisabeth to go with her. But Elisabeth insists that she stays since her mom is picking her up. But she waited for hours and her mother hasn't come to get her.

Elisabeth actually has her sister's lipstick. She wears it. On her way home, it's starting to rain. She skipped along the road and finds a Raider wrapper on the ground.

ULRICH NIELSEN POV

At the Nielsen house, Katharina is staring at Ulrich who's sleeping on Mikkel's bed. He abruptly wakes up. Katharina tells her that Charlotte still does n't have a search warrant for the power plan and it's already 36 hours since Mikkel disappeared. Ulrich walks out to go to work.

Ulrich is walking towards the power plant's fence. He’s probably going to climb to investigate on his own. This shows that he’s already impatient with Charlotte’s slow progress on getting the search warrant.

Ulrich gets caught by Aleksander’s men. His face is covered in blood, probably because he fell after climbing the face down. Unsure if he was abused by Aleksander’s men because he hasn’t been cooperative when interrogated.

In the car, Charlotte informs him that he's lucky Aleksander isn't pressing charges on him for climbing over the fence. Ulrich doesn't want her or anyone's understanding because it's not enough. His child is missing and Ulrich thinks he's being punished and is angry why it wasn't Aleksander's son who's missing instead. He's angry because no one is doing anything to find Mikkel, which he thinks it would have gone differently if it were Aleksander's son. Ulrich also coldly tells her that she doesn't know what he's feeling because it's not her kid who's missing. Ulrich orders her to stop the car and Charlotte hesitantly does. He walks out in the rain, leaving Charlotte.

HELGE DOPPLER POV

Helge is in the rest home muttering to himself, "the beginning is the end and the end is the beginning." Then he overhears two women talking about the dead boy.

Helge escapes the rest home again.

In the woods, a group of police are looking for Elisabeth. But ends up finding Helge, Peter's father. Helge walks to them and says, "I have to tell him. This has to stop."

Helge is back at the hospital being checked by a doctor. He grabs her wrists and doesn't stutter when saying, "He has to stop. I have to stop him." When the nurse asks who, he answers, "Noah."

The man doing the voice-over is heard again. He quotes, “We're searching for Ariadne's thread, the one meant to guide us along the right path. A beacon in the darkness. We'd love to know our fate. Where we're headed. But the truth is that there is but one path through all times. Predetermined by the beginning and by the end. Which is also the beginning.”

During the voice-over, Raincoat Man is in Jonas’ room and he writes something on the map.

Yasin is walking in the woods alone, angry over her mother probably because he thinks he can go to school alone. He finds a figurine in the middle of the woods and the Raincoat Man stands before him, knowing who he is. The episode ends.

Raincoat Man is seen entering the Doppler's cabin. At the same time, Franziska comes home to see her parents hugging one another with sad looks on their faces.

MY COMMENTARY:

In the opening. I keep seeing a triquetra symbol. What does this symbol mean? I have a feeling it has something to do with time-travelling. The lines are connected. What does it signify?

Charlotte and Peter don't sleep in the same room because Peter is gay. Franziska is actually sick of her family and has a wish of leaving the town. The shadiest character in the series, for now, is probably Peter. He is definitely up to something. Why is there red soil in his car? Where did he go to? Is he behind the death of the boy in the woods? Also, there was a scene where Raincoat Man enters the Doppler's Cabin in the middle of the night, right before the scene cuts to Franziska entering the house. Does Peter know this man? Are they doing something together? In the opening, the trapdoor is shown open and the lights are on. What's inside this trapdoor? Does it lead to that room with the electric chair? Is this the place where Erik was held. What secrets is Peter Doppler hiding? If this guy turned out to be a killer, I think I'd flip.

Elisabeth reaches home late because she had met a person named Noah. Who is Noah? Is he one of the men wearing raincoats, or is he the one giving them orders? I don't think Charlotte knows of Noah, and how does he have a pocket watch with her name engraved on it is a mystery. Where did he get it?

I'm getting confused with the Raincoat Man since there are two of them. I think the one who's following Jonas is the same guy who stayed at Regina's hotel. Also, it's probably him who placed the red cord on Jonas' bicycle handle.

So far, I think the only character who's aware of everything that is happening, why it's happening, and who's behind it, is Helge. From the first episode, he has predicted it. Now, he keeps on saying that he has to stop someone, that someone being Noah. So, this means that in the past, they both knew each other. Unfortunately for Helge, I think he discovered Noah's evil side. We haven't seen Noah in the series, so we don't know who he is.

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where-dreamers-go · 5 years

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“Top Ten” Kylo Ren x Earthling! Reader

(Anon asked: “I loved your post about Kylo Ren and the reader being from Earth! Do you think you could do one with the same idea of the reader being from Earth and is dating Kylo? She gets him to react to the top 10 dumbest tweets because they’re just so funny and it makes it even funnier when you know that there is a lot of people out there that are really that stupid. (Mostamazingtop10 is the channel on YouTube)”

Warnings: Dumb tweet mentions and reference to their content.

Word Count: 1,751 )

Being Supreme Leader of The First Order had its advantages. One such advantage being that he made his own schedule. A second such advantage was that Kylo Ren had no one who would ridicule him nor tell him to spend less time with his partner.

For you, living in amongst The First Order was definitely something you never saw coming. Honestly as someone from Earth you only expected so much in terms of being involved with events other than those of your homeworld. Space travel was one thing you were still trying to mentally grasp even after a year of knowing and dating the Kylo Ren.

Despite a schedule that could be changed on a whim, you found yourself having quiet time with your boyfriend. No creepy helmet, no barking general, and no training. It was the perfect alone time.

“Feeling better today?” You asked as you joined Kylo on the dark-colored couch.

“Always better with you.”

You shook your head at his smirk.

Over the past couple of days Kylo had been feeling a tad under the weather not that the medical droids diagnosed him with anything besides fatigue. Thankfully, you were someone he’d listen to, especially when it came to taking care of himself.

You had a way of putting your foot down and speaking logically.

“How about we get our minds off of business for a while and entertain ourselves,” you suggested.

“That sounds very agreeable.”

“YouTube it is!”

“You—what?”

“Videos online,” you reached over for his Datapad.

“Earth thing, right.”

“How….about…oh. Top tens. Umm….how about dumbest tweets?”

Kylo ran a hand over his face.

“Out of everything we could be doing with now you want to watch a holovid about idiots?” Kylo looked at you strangely if then with an amount of judgement.

“Well first I have to remember how to find all of the,” you tapped away at the Datapad, “Earth based sites. They run differently…”

Kylo draped an arm behind you on the couch.

“There we go.”

Once finding the right links the rest of your search was easy.

“Over fifty videos?”

“We’re not going to watch them all. Chill.” You patted his leg in reassurance. “I mean, it’s funny to a point until you realize it’s real. They’re people who just…don’t get it or something. It’s really sad if you just think about it. Disappointing and slightly-worried sad because how have they gotten this far?”

You pressed for the very first video to play.

Kylo sat quietly, seemingly giving the video a chance.

How long would that last exactly? If it did.

The video started as a countdown from ten. Added that it really did start off pretty foolish. In a pay-attention-to-what-the-sentence-actually-was sort of way.

Obviously the first person did know what the phrase ‘I’d rather kill myself’ actually meant.

You could feel Kylo’s eyes as they peered over at you.

“They don’t realize what they’re saying…usually that’s an excuse.”

“Or they have no idea at all,” Kylo said.

The following tweet included the idea of the Earth having a birthday. Or rather someone thinking that the planet was only 2,014 years old.

“I forgot that Earth still has their own—.”

“Shh!”

His only comment and response afterwards being an exaggerated exhale through his nose.

“Earthlings are stubborn to keep things how they like them.”

“Is that why there’s a group that prohibits the idea of space travel even while a cargo ship supplies them with food?”

You shrugged.

Number eight of dumbest tweets came in the form of not knowing the answer meanwhile the answer was in their question. Also known as: when someone doesn’t realize that the name most people refer to a president by is their last name.

“Wow,” your shoulders shook with laughter. “How’s American History class going for you?”

“This is old.”

“I know. Shh.”

He flicked your shoulder.

You bopped his knee.

You were messing with your boyfriend, but also messing with how it wasn’t entirely the person’s fault for not knowing the last name of a president. Names were almost used as nicknames in some cases.

“Couldn’t they have searched it on the Holonet? Were they that lazy?”

“Shh.”

Tweet number seven on the list had a lead up that was already having Kylo cringing.

A tweet that included someone believing something online without thinking about the real life, common sense, science. Against what the person tweeting had read, a microwave that heats up food or drinks was not ever going to charge the battery of a phone.

“No. No, no….they—they did,” he groaned.

“Good lesson though.” You suggested. You couldn’t even imagine what information they lost on their SD card let alone the condition of the microwave.

“And if it wasn’t? What if after all of that, they still believe it?”

You shrugged as it started the next tweet soon after explaining the why it obviously didn’t work.

A tweeted question appeared about whether the amount of months a woman was pregnant doubled or not if she had twins. That was definitely different. Not to mention odd.

“Only child?”

“Probably,” you said.

“Did poorly in health lessons?”

“More likely.”

“That would be an extremely long time. They should have thought about their question longer. Would have taken them eighteen months.” He chuckled.

“Have you thought about it?”

He didn’t say a word.

Number five on the countdown had a person who had no idea that apples also had a variety of green.

“Does she live on a desert planet?”

You elbowed him lightly.

“It’s food. A common one, right?”

You nodded.

When the host mentioned about the colors of bananas and oranges to tell the person who tweeted, you both started snickering.

“Wanna send Hux some oranges?”

“Too expensive. Earth is too close to wild space.”

“Could you do it for my birthday?”

Your snickering continued a little longer as the next tweet involved someone who, though excited, did not know whether they’d be an aunt or an uncle.

“I’m guessing their parents are both the only child.”

“Yeah,” Kylo leaned closer to you. “This one isn’t so bad. The heating up a phone was pretty ridiculous. It went against knowledge of two machines.”

“True, but here they somehow managed to think that the baby’s gender, no matter how that works out, determines whether they are an aunt or uncle. I have a lot of questions about this. Did someone tell them something? Did they mishear or—?”

“It’s the next one. Last three.”

You could actually hear the amusement in his voice. That was a happy change. Also an almost rare one.

Well the third in the list was definitely something. It was a mixture of ignorance, poor grammar, and a bit of rudeness. Long story short, they believed that the Earth was flat. They firmly believed it.

Pausing the video, Kylo waited for you to face him before he made a ‘you serious?’ expression.

“It’s not my fault that even with space travel people on Earth thought or still think that the planet’s flat.”

“How do they not believe what’s…what they are living on?”

“I don’t know. I guess they don’t look out onto the curved horizon or a lunar eclipse.”

He threw his head back and slumped in his seat.

Again you patted his thigh, but this time in an effort to comfort him from others’….lack of knowledge.

“Oh, no,” you watched tweet number two as the video panned down on a tweet that included pictures. “It’s literally the same name and face. Read the credits, sweetie.”

“What’s a bel air?”

Whipping your head in his direction, you had a realization.

“You’ve never watched it.”

“Is…is it a show?”

“Yes. That’s next on your learning-from-Earth to-do list. I was wondering why you weren’t giving much of a reaction.”

“It’s still stupid.”

“Language.”

The number one dumbest tweet appeared on screen. The finale of the video. Yet it only took the image of someone’s debit card to raise a response from Kylo.

Loud groaning from your boyfriend drowned out the audio from the video.

“She literally was giving away all of the information they should have told her to keep to herself. What did she think was going to happen? Is no one telling her? No sense. She deserved that one.”

“Maybe somewhere and somehow she figured it out.” You said.

“Doubt it.”

“Give the earthlings a chance.”

“There’s only one earthling worth chances.”

You smiled to yourself despite everything.

Once you thought that the tweet’s story was at a close, it wasn’t. You both heard the continuation of the tweet.

“She did the same thing again? Seriously? Did she not learn anything from people using her card? Is it going to take her ten times to figure it out?”

“Chill, babe. Chill. You don’t have to deal with it.”

By then the video was wrapping up nicely and advertising more videos.

“There. It’s over.”

“I can only take so much stupidity.”

“You’ll be okay,” you leaned down to kiss his forehead. “And be nice.”

“And just so we’re clear, I think it’s safer for you never to return to your home planet for the sake of your intelligence.”

“It’s not all that bad. There are a lot of intelligent people from Earth.”

He rose a dark eyebrow at you.

“Don’t give me that attitude, mister.” You poked his nose.

An unseen action pulled the Datapad from your grasp.

It did not surprise you nor did it baffle you. Your boyfriend was a Force user. Common knowledge.

Kylo set the Datapad aside as he refocused on you.

“You took those tweets very well.”

He eyed you suspiciously.

“Want the truth?”

He nodded.

“I’ve heard worse while still on Earth.”

“My earlier statement is now an order. You’re not traveling back. I will give you more duties here. Have you deal with Hux.”

“Please, no.”

There was his familiar chuckle, only seen and heard by you, as he proved that he was slightly teasing. He respected and valued you; he wasn’t about to ruin your day by forcing you to spend time with Hux or not pick where you could go.

“So…,” you leaned closer to play with his dark hair. “Wanna watch Fresh Prince of Bel Air?”

“I think I’ve watched enough holovids today.”

Your boyfriend, the Supreme Leader, had other ideas in mind to spend his time with you in company.

~~~

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minyoongisjiminie · 5 years

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“I want to make you mine” (myg+kth)

(gif credit: @calicomewmew)

ship: yoongi x taehyung (taegi)

genre: fluff

disclaimer: none :)

synopsis: taehyung and yoongi are best friends, sharing a strong bond for several years. taehyung is a passionate photographer who puts his emotions into his work, always having his muse right by his side..

inspiration: this really damn cute edit i saw on insta :( + scenery by tae

a/n: yea, so basically i’m in love with all kinds of bts ships :( and these two make me so soft istg it’s nearly impossible to make me go uwu but these two literally made me insane :’( so I listened to scenery and I had this cute little idea in my mind: hopefully you’ll enjoy reading it, as much as i loved writing it

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Before both of the boys left their home they double checked if the weather was really as grey and windy as their phones predicted. Taehyung assured his friend that it was indeed really important for him to have a more triste and sad surrounding for his pictures, rather than a more colorful bright weather.

“yaaaaah.. dude you’re so weird! who the fuck goes to take pictures when it looks like that?” Yoongi widely opened his eyes and made a gesture with his hand showing the big balcony glass door that showed the sad outside view. He sighed as he realised that his younger friend didn’t seem to care about his words at all. “Are you even listening to me…” He said while pouting, keeping his glance at the wooden floor.

Taehyung held his camera in his hand, checked once again if he charged it fully and if the camera is well adjusted for the plans he had in mind. He carefully took a look at the tiny yoongi that was wrapping himself up in thick clothes so he wouldn’t catch a cold. He smiled to himself, keeping the secrets once again from yoongi, trying to not even dare to tell him that he was the only reason he wanted to go on a sudden shooting outside in the woods.

Even though both were complete opposites of each other, they were still inseparable. Of course it was undenieable that little fights now and then couldn’t be prevented. But his love for yoongi was something.. else. Just now in this moment, his older friend didn’t know that taehyung had these kinds of feelings for him. However, Taehyung did not have the plan to letting him know any time soon.

“Come on! It’s going to be just fine! I promise!” Taehyung finally breaks the silence, showing off his pearly teeth and his lips forming into his famous boxy smile.

“Ahh.. it’s so windy!!!”

Yoongi’s hair kept getting messy, due to the strong wind that started to blow around through the forest. His face was buried in the scarf and his small eyes looked tired. He was trampling behind his taller friend and put his hands in his jacket pockets. Even though he loved his friend, he sometimes had the urge to just push him into the next possible stack of loaf. What was he even doing here? He had no business here, and literally could spend his time wisely. But everytime Tae looked at him with a questioning stare, whenever he would ask if he would loved to join him during random shoots like that, his heart just couldn’t say no. Even though he knew that Taehyung would understand if he would decline any time soon.

“Ahh.. isn’t this beautiful?” Taehyung said, while aiming the camera at some tree bracnhes and flowers. Yoongi just rolled his eyes as reply and went further on the path they were following. “Dude.. are you mad?” Taehyung finally broke the awkward atmosphere both were into. “Nah.. it’s just.. it’s cold.. and I’m tired..” Yoongi stood still, rubbing his eyes and going through his messy hair. “I just want to support you, but I don’t know how, Taehyung..” Taehyung smiled and looked at the back of his older friend, that was facing him. Gosh he didn’t even suspect him at all! How completely oblivious he needed to be, to not realise how much in love Tae was with him. Not even filming or shooting his surroundings was as important as spending all the time he had with him.

What a cute grumpy idiot he was..

“Wait up! I want to shoot you!” Yoongi scrunched his nose and gifted him the most weirded out look he ever pulled. “W-Why?” Taehyung chuckled. “Do you trust me?”

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“I don’t feel comfortable ahhhh!” Yoongi screamed in a relatively tiny voice, while Tae showed him the pose he wanted Yoongi to imitate. Taehyung ignored his behavior simply and made sure his outfit looked as messy as he wanted, just to be sure he also scruffled his hair a bit. “Yahhh..” Yoongi replied, now with a more soft tone to it. Since he was really pale, it was so easy to spot when he blushes. Tae’s heart stopped a beat. “Uhh..”

Both of the boys just gazed at each other seeing the other person in a unmasked light. Seeing little scars and imperfections they never recognized before. Like, that tiny little scar under Yoongi’s left eye or that cute little mole on Taehyung’s nose.

In a perspective of an outside viewer, one could clearly think that would be a awkward atmosphere. Nevertheless, the boys didn’t let it be one.

Both quickly, came back to their senses and acted like nothing happened.

Taehyung started to shoot yoongi in the way he wanted to, including the posture and the messy outfit. They were both so silent, the only thing that filled the freezing air was the sound of the clicking camera.

“Hmm..” Soon Taehyung was finished and checked the photos. Right next to him there was Yoongi who was sitting on a big rock exhausted from the modeling job het got himself into. “I don’t know. I’m not happy with it, If I gotta be honest.” His frowning made Yoongi worry a little. Of course he always acted like he didn’t care about the hobby of his friend but deep down he knew how much it meant to him. He wanted to be a part of his passion. If he doesn’t like the pictures… maybe the problem wasn’t the scenery behind him, the lightning or even the angle. Maybe it was him.

“Ahhh! I know what the problem was haha.” Taehyung’s pouty face quickly disappeared and his boxy smile filled his face. Yoongi needed to smile a little. Even though he was really tired.

“Don’t do anything.”

Yoongi was slightly confused. “What do you mean with that?” He replied with a dry smile. “I mean like is there a certain-” Taehyung put his palm towards yoongis face to stop him from talking. “Just talk with me. Don’t act. Just walk as you would walk, smile as you would normally and naturally.” The little one just raised his head and tried to follow along. As Taehyung commanded, he tried to ignore that there was a camera following him, he talked with his friend and both quickly loosened up. There was definitely even a point where Yoongi completely forgot the camera.

“I think that should do.” Taehyung said after a while, putting his camera back into his bag. “Are you sure that you’re happy with the results? You didn’t really check how they came out.” Tae just shook his head and made a gesture with his hand showing that he is sure that is not the case. “Trust me. Remember?”

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“Home sweet home!” Yoongi said in his dark voice sounding more than relieved to be finally back. He quickly disappeared into his room and soon there were no more sounds coming out of it.

After Taehyung booted up the computer, he was opening the door of Yoongi’s room to check if he’s already asleep.

And yes, yes he was.

He didn’t even bother to take of his jacket nor his shoes. Taehyung sighed. Nothing new in this household, that’s for sure. He took of his boots and carefully put his fingers on the leather jacket of his friend. Yoongi was a good sleeper, he never woke up while Tae was trying to put a second pillow under his head or just to make sure he doesn’t have it too warm or too cold.

Before he could leave the room he could hear a muffled voice coming out of yoongis room. Taehyung stopped right at the door.

“Taehyung-ah..”

Yoongi was definitely asleep, but it never occured that he talked in his sleep, or better said, it never happened in a way that Tae could recognize.

He was repeating Tae’s name over and over again. Taehyung could feel his hands getting sweaty. “Hyung?” He just softly replied.

“Hyung loves you.. hyungie is proud of our taehyungie..” He said softly and hardly perceivable and continued to snore into his pillow. “I love you too hyung..” Tae replied, going back to his bed and going through his hyung’s hair slighly. “So much.”

°°°

After the visit to Yoongi’s room, Taehyung was curious to find out how the pictures came out. He quickly put the SD card into his laptop and checked the previous pics.

His calm breathing suddenly stopped.

The comparison of the pictures that he saw between the“model yoongi” and the “real yoongi” he realised how much of a difference it made, if Yoongi was himself or just someone tae wanted him to be. A shiver went down his spine. The pictures were so ethereal, the way he looked at him and smiled softly or the pictures where he would have a slight pout or even the pictures where he would argue with him or tease him, turned out just perfect. He realised how much he was in love with him. And now he knows that his older friend feels the same.

Maybe not in the way Taehyung did. But enough to make him understand, that as long as he stayed as his muse, right by his side. There was nothing he could ask for more.

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His Smile Will Keep You Safe - Chapter Eleven

Warnings: angst; mention of drugs, depression, and panic attacks; implied police brutality, racism

Word Count: 3 636

Naturally you were not the only one who had noticed that things were off. In fact everybody had noticed the changed dynamic between Ryan and you, but most of the guys had enough on their hands to do, so they did not really care. After all, you were adults who had to figure out their own problems.

The only one who really seriously started to worry, not only about the suddenly strange behaviour of Ryan, but also because of his rapidly declining mood, was Dallon. It was difficult for the bassist not to be affected by Ryan’s mood. After all, they not only shared a stage, but also a room most of the time.

And the room was filled with a brooding dark cloud as soon as Ryan stepped into it. Dallon had never really considered himself the Agony Aunt kind of guy, but it was obvious that his friend had trouble, and needed help, even if he probably did not want it. But then again, Dallon had never really cared much about what other people though either, so after the show on Friday, five days into Ryan’s changed act, he decided it was about time he had a serious talk with him.

As Dallon had expected, Ryan was not incredibly willing to open up, but once he did, in the privacy of their hotel room, and a shared bottle of wine later, it was like a wave broke free. And so Ryan shared everything that had happened. From how he had started to like you more and more, to how he knew for certain that you had stolen his heart away, how you had spent the night in the hotel lobby after the bus had been stolen, the night on the bridge, and how you had fallen asleep, curled into his side after the show that had been so sparsely visited.

And then he told Dallon about Lars. He told him what he knew about your past with the electrician, about the conversation he had had with him, and about the doubts, the insecurities and abysses, which had been awoken inside of him.

“You need to talk to her,” Dallon exclaimed.

He was overwhelmed by the story Ryan had told him. Of course he had known that the drummer and the photographer had slowly started to reach out for each other, but he could not believe a single word Lars seemed to have told Ryan. Never would you do something like that, not you. It was obvious that your affection towards Ryan was pure and honest, and non-existent towards Lars. That the other man’s words caused his friend to feel so broken and worthless, enraged Dallon beyond words, but that would all be fine if Ryan only would talk to you, so you would clear up the situation.

“I can’t, I can’t, Dallon,” Ryan cried, “I couldn’t stand the look in her eyes if she only confirmed everythi-“

“But she won’t! Do you really believe that she could do this to you? You haven’t seen the way she looks at you the way I do. She wants to be with you, she wants you to be happy, Ryan! And she couldn’t care any less for this bars- Lars! I’d go as far as saying that at the moment you’re her entire world, but you’re gambling with this, if you don’t go and talk to her; or at least share any interaction with her!

“No, no, no, Dallon, no. This way I at least have the glimmer of a hope that none of what he said is true, but if I talk to her then it becomes reality-“

“You’d rather miss out on the amazing time, the care and love of such a sweet girl than to face the pain of rejection,” Dallon’s eyes were wide, and he wanted to shake some sense into his friend, who had buried his face in his hands.

“I can’t take it, knowing she just used me,” Ryan whispered.

These words shut Dallon up for a while. He could not remember the last time he had felt this way about somebody. He was lucky enough to be married to the girl of his dreams, to have two beautiful, healthy children. It had been way more than a decade ago that he had faced this problem.

In a last attempt to console his friend, Dallon reached out his hand to pat Ryan’s shoulder, but he only flinched away, making Dallon realise that there was nothing more to do for him. He watched sadly as Ryan pulled his legs up to his chest and fell backwards on the bed, where he turned to the side, away from Dallon and curled into a small ball, closing his eyes.

~*~

It had been more than a week since Ryan had stopped talking to you, and to make things even worse, tour was almost over. After tonight, there were only two shows left, and the thought, to part ways with Ryan like this, after you had had so much fun together, was beyond painful to you. Having given up on trying understanding his changed behaviour, you had retreated into spending time mostly on your own. Charlie, Dallon and occasionally Lisa were the only ones who you had regular conversations with.

It seemed as if everyone had slowly but surely used up all their energy, and desperately needed the end of the tour to come as quickly as possible, to recharge. On stage the bands were still along the best ones you had ever heard, but between shows their power was obviously drained. The chatter and excited banter from the beginning of tour had died down, especially during the past days, and it felt like everyone was running on auto-mode, hoping to get home as soon as possible.

The only time things still felt the same was during the shows, when the music made everyone’s body and soul vibrate, and the enthusiasm of the fans fuelled the musicians throughout the evening. Even though you did not want to admit it to yourself, you felt the exhaustion too. Luckily you had successfully fought off your depression most of the time, but that in itself was energy draining. It was the same kind of draining as if you had a bad cold, and tried to function properly, but at least you did.

But without Ryan’s cheerful personality around, his smiles lighting up the room like rays of sunshine to catch during the days, the days blended into grey goo, one as bleak as the other. And even the shows lost their colour and magic, starting to feel more like a duty to you, than fun.

It was early afternoon, and you were sitting under a tree close to the venue. Since everybody was busy, you had gotten lunch on your own, now munching half-heartedly on some fries.

Lucas and Bill were busy with some last minute problems the venue had had with the electricity, Lisa and Lars had gone out to a restaurant, the “Three Beats” were sitting backstage, writing music, and Dallon was sitting on the bus together with Ryan, who did not talk to you.

Over chewing an especially limp fry, you punched a short message to your mother into your phone, and pressed sent. You did not want her to know that you were feeling really down right now, but you really missed your parents. After all, nobody else was around to console you.

Without a warning the door to the bus flew open far more violently than should be allowed, and made a huge bang, crashing into the side of the bus. Looking up, you saw Ryan almost falling out. Quickly he turned his head in both directions, and when he spotted you, he started sprinting over. Confused you furrowed your brows, and put your phone away, waiting for whatever Ryan seemed desperate to share with you, after one and a half weeks of not talking to you.

“You need to see this,” he almost shouted, coming to a halt in front of you. He looked irritated, and almost scared, which immediately rang some alarm bells in your mind.

Not daring to ask what had happened to shake him up like this, you jumped up from your place on the ground, and followed Ryan, who had immediately turned around, and ran back to the bus.

Inside the bus your eyes needed a second to adjust to the dimmer light. Ryan was standing right in front of the couch table, accusingly pointing towards one of the sofas. Dallon was standing next to it, a pair of scissors in hand, the other hand pressed into his side.

Stepping out from behind Ryan, you finally were able to see what they were staring at. The fabric that covered the seats of the couch had been torn, or rather cut, open, revealing something that did not look like the ordinary sofa cushion you would have expected.

Instead, peeking out from underneath a thrown back cushion foil, were things that looked like white bricks. From just one glance you could tell that each seat’s upholstery on the sofa had been replaced by at least fifteen of these white, milk-tetra-pack-sized objects.

Carefully you took a step closer, and then it hit you.

The white, in plastic foil covered bricks, were drugs. They looked different from what you had seen in movies, where they usually were wrapped with a brown tape, but there was no doubt that what Dallon and Ryan were showing to you was a heap of drugs.

“What-“ confused you turned to Ryan, who was still staring at their discovery.

“We were fooling around and accidently tore the fabric. That’s when we saw that it looked strange,” Dallon explained in a monotonous voice.

“We need to call the police,” you stuttered, already reaching for the phone in your pocket.

“I’ll do that,” Ryan decided, “You need to take pictures, so they know how it looks, in case this gets changed somehow.”

As in trance, you nodded, and quickly pushed past the two men towards the back, where you grabbed your camera off your bed. Turning on the rarely used flash, you started shooting pictures out of different angles, careful not to accidently move or touch anything. Ryan was talking on the phone, trying to explain the situation, but his voice faded into the background. Pedantically you captured everything you saw, then you took out the SD-card, and slipped it into your wallet.

“What are you doing,” Dallon asked, who had watched you.

“Taking pictures on the internal storage, just to be sure,” you explained, before you snapped a couple more pictures, then you plucked the SD-card back in.

No ten minutes later a police patrol had arrived. When Dallon and Ryan showed them the scene, they immediately called backup.

What followed were endless questions by different police officers, who took Dallon’s and Ryan’s fingerprints to rule them out, and confiscated the drugs. It turned out that underneath the top layer of each seat, another three layers had been hidden. In total there were almost 200 kilograms of drugs.

Of course the rest of the crew had noticed that something was going on, and everybody got questioned all over again. You were reminded of the night when the bus had been stolen, except that Ryan was a lot more distant now.

“Were there any suspects when the bus got stolen,” the police officer asked after most of the questioning was done.

Lucas shook his head.

“Not while we were around, and they didn’t tell us anything so far,” he explained.

The officer nodded and turned to one of his colleagues.

“Contact Minneapolis, ask if they got any lead on that,” turning back to Lucas he explained, “My best guess would be that while the bus was stolen, the drugs were hidden in there.”

“And the bus was returned so we would act as the carrier,” Bill completed the thought.

The policeman nodded.

“But how did they know where we’re going? And how did they think they would get the drugs back,” Luis asked wide eyed.

“The must’ve had an insider,” the man answered.

The whole time you had the strange feeling that he was always looking into Jay’s direction.

Of course the entire bus was confiscated by the police, searching for evidence and more drugs. This, once again, posed the problem of the lack of transportation.

In a desperate number of phone calls, ten minutes before the show started, Lucas manged to rent two vans that would hopefully be big enough to drive the team plus instruments across the county.

The atmosphere that night was strange. Obviously nobody was allowed to tell anyone, especially the fans, about the discovery from the afternoon, but the whole crew was tense and nervous. The idea to have been sitting hours and hours on several kilos of drugs made you feel sick, and you wondered if there really was a connection between the bus being stolen, and the drugs being hidden on board. But it was too crazy to be a mere coincidence.

As soon as “Three Beats” was done playing, and the stage had been set for Dallon and Ryan, Lucas and Bill headed to the car rental to get the vans. The whole situation made you feel sick. Everything was too stressful and too much to handle right now, and Ryan was back to not even talking to you, which made everything ten times worse.

You felt like you were suffocating in the hot air and the mass of bodies, moving to the familiar beat of a Brobecks song. Slowly you knees started feeling weak, and your breath got faster and faster.

This time you recognized the panic attack before it reached its high, and remembering Lucas’ offer to draw back when you needed time for yourself, you quickly left the venue.

The air outside was cool and refreshing. Thankful, you took a few deep breaths, managing to steady you breathing, and then slowly but surely your heartrate as well. Deciding to wait a few minutes before going back in, you walked up the street towards the backstage entrance, where Charlie, Luis and Jay were standing, quietly talking amongst themselves.

When they saw you, they waved you over, and Jay handed you a bottle of soda, which you took a few sips from. The sweet liquid was helping your dizzy mind to clear up quickly, and shortly after, you were listening attentively to the conversation.

“Look, I think they found something,” Luis suddenly pointed out, nodding into the direction of the officers that directly headed towards you.

“Let’s hope it’s good news,” Charlie whispered, and squeezed Luis’ hand tightly.

“Jay Campbell,” one of the officers asked.

“Yes, Sir?”

Jay peeked up at hearing his name, but his expression changed once he saw the aggression in the policemen’s faces.

“You’re under arrest for smuggling illegal substances,” the same man spoke, placing his hand on Jay’s shoulder, and turning him around forcefully so his back was facing the policemen.

With a quick motion he had cuffed Jay’s hands behind his back before anyone could even register what exactly was happening.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to-“

The rest of the Miranda warning drowned in the rushing of blood in your ears. You could feel your cheeks heat up with hot anger, while your heart started hammering in your chest. But your blood felt like it had been replaced with ice crystals.

How dare they? How dare they accuse Jay of being a drug trafficker? He was one of the gentlest people you had ever met, never in a billion years would he do something like smuggle drugs, especially not after what he had told you about the town he had grown up in.

It did not surprise you that the first one to protest was Luis. With red head and babbling too many words at once to understand a single one of them, he stepped towards the police men who had cuffed his friend, shouting at them to let Jay go.

Charlie and you both noticed the small movements of the policemen, who placed their palms at their sides, where they had their guns. News articles mentioning yet another man shot by police flashed in your mind, and Charlie and you both synchronically reached out to pull Luis back, before anyone had the idea to do something very stupid.

Luis was still shouting, and struggled against you, while Jay was being led to the car, too surprised to do anything. The last thing you saw of the singer were his dreadlocks, held together by a band in the colours of his parents’ country of birth, Jamaica, disappearing behind the tinted windows of the closing car door.

Luis was still shouting when the car was long gone. Charlie and you had let go of the outraged man, who now was violently throwing his fists into the air, while kicking everything in his way, and screaming obscenities. You did not even notice that tears were running down your cheeks until Charlie handed you a tissue. Sniffing you took it, and watched how he carefully approached his friend. It took him a few minutes, but eventually Luis allowed the bassist to hug him, and snuggled into the embrace.

“It’s gonna be alright,” Charlie promised, and placed a soft kiss on Luis’ lips.

Admittedly slightly surprised, but not as surprised as you would have imagined to be, you decided to give the two some privacy.

You headed back towards the main entrance, where Bill and Lucas just arrived in the newly rented vans.

Lucas jumped out, proudly pointing towards the vehicles.

“Look at these beauties! We should have no problem to get everything inside! They have so much space! Now we have everything back in order,” he grinned, but stopped immediately when he saw your expression. “What’s wrong?”

Bill had jumped out as well, curiously walking over, and speeding up when he saw you were crying. Protectively he wrapped his arms around you, something he had never done before.

“They arrested Jay,” you whispered, letting out a shaky breath.

Lucas stayed calmer than you had imagined. Secretly you had thought he would throw a tantrum worse than Luis’s, but instead he pulled out his phone, and immediately started calling people. Then he climbed back into the van, and drove off, most likely towards the police station to find Jay.

When the others were finished with their jobs, and learned about what had happened, they reacted pretty much exactly as you had predicted. The men looked unbelieving, but too exhausted and done with the world to get really angry, and Lisa started crying.

Originally it had been planned to drive over night, so you would reach Cincinnati, the second last stop on tour, in the morning, so you could spend the last free day in the city, and did not have to worry about being late.

Now Bill organized a room in a small hostel instead. While Lisa, Luis, Charlie and Bill drove to the hostel, Ryan, Dallon, Lars and you started packing together. Bill later returned to pick up the equipment, and took you all back to where you would spend the night. He had even managed to organize a garage, after, according to Charlie, he had almost started crying in the attempt to explain why they could not risk getting the vehicle stolen.

The room you had been booked into was a dorm with ten beds, a sink, a long table in the middle, and a few armchairs scattered around the room.

Everyone was eerily quiet while settling in. Lisa was lying stretched out on the bed she had chosen, and only looked up as Lars sat down next to her, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. You had a feeling that they had ended up getting quiet close lately, and even though you were disappointed Lisa had not listened to your advice, you did not find it in you to care about her life choices. And it was not your business anyway.

That night nobody dared going to sleep. You sat on the table, staring into the distance, while everybody else was following their thoughts individually. Again and again your mind circled around the image of Jay being taken away in handcuffs; and how the policemen’s hands had immediately moved towards their guns when Luis had stepped forward. You did not want to believe what your brain was telling you, that they probably would not have reached for their guns if it had been Charlie, Bill, Lucas, Lars, Dallon, or Ryan who stepped towards them. But Luis, with his black hair and black eyes, and the slightly Arabian features… and then what about Jay?

Lucas had called shortly after you had reached the hostel, saying that they had no evidence against Jay, but wanted to hold him. If they had no evidence, then why had they arrested him in the first place? Again and again a word swam to the surface of your conciseness, but you could not believe it. There was no way that this was happening to one of your friends.

“We’re all thinking about Jay, aren’t we,” Dallon eventually mumbled.

It was about four am, but nobody was lying on their beds. Not knowing what the others were doing, you nodded your head quietly.

“And we’re all thinking the same thing, I guess,” he added, and you knew he had his head hanging low.

It was Charlie who eventually answered after a long break.

“Fucking racism.”

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...This should have been published the 10th of January. I queued it ages ago (back when my last post was published), but Tumblr farted and decided not to post it. Which is just fantastic. It’s not the first time it decides to screw up the queue, but it’s the first time it happens to me on this blog. So annoying. This means it’s coming a few days late, but I hope you all still had a fantastic EnYaga Day!

As I prepared for True EnYaga Day back in October, I found again this old doodle of mine--the base for what would later become the final design of EnYaga. I thought it might be fun to share it and use it as an excuse to talk about this subject AGAIN, and... that was good enough for me, really.

You guys know me and there’s probably very little reason to do so, but I have never really talked about the reasons behind this miximax, have I? Well, if there is a day to indulge in that, it’s EnYaga Day, so let’s get to it!

As usual, more under the cut.

Despite Tumblr’s betrayal, this does have a perk: I get to revise this post before it’s published, which is great, because I’m happy to report that things are better now than when I first wrote it. In the original version, I mentioned that my life at the time was a little... paused, so there wasn’t really a lot to say. Among the only news worth sharing, I sent an oil painting to a friend a couple of months ago and it arrived very fast and completely safe, so that was great! It was a Professor Layton-themed painting, but now that I don’t have it at home anymore, I’m tempted to make another one... (If I do, chances are more FudoLay content will arrive here swiftly after lol) Other than that, I’d just started my classes again, but I was still desperately looking for a job. At least, classes made me feel like I wasn’t completely wasting every single day, so I was more cheerful than I was during summer. (Funny, because my group of friends at uni used to say that they could only smile during summer, but I was pretty miserable during those months. ww;)

Thankfully, though, I can say I now have a job! And it’s great!! ...The conditions aren’t so great, but at least I’m back to work as a game designer. I’m learning so much and I feel very motivated to work, even if it’s technically a collaboration and I will only get money once the game is published--in other words, when the game starts bringing money our way. This is far from ideal, but I honestly had no other options and I’m having a blast working on this, so I hope something cool will come out of it! For now, I would ask you to keep your eyes on Eskema Games and maybe check out the company’s latest game, Delta Squad? I had absolutely NOTHING to do with that game because it was released way before I joined, but supporting it supports the company I work for, which always comes in handy! It also underperformed, so it could use all the love you guys can give it.

Also, let me quickly point something out: about a year ago, an anon asked me if i was going to include Danganronpa characters in this project. The question is here, in case anyone needs a reminder: https://miximax-hell.tumblr.com/post/181991994534/hey-there-since-youre-doing-miximaxs-with-game Well, I FINALLY got my hands on the DR Trilogy for PS4, so I’ll be looking into that and seeing what I can find! If that anon is still around, I hope I can make them happy.

But let’s cut to the chase already!

As I always make sure to clarify, yes, I do massively ship Endou and Yagami. But there’s thankfully much more to EnYaga (the miximax--if I need to talk about the ship again, I’ll just call it Endou x Yagami) than just “yeah, I ship them.” In order to understand the reasons behind this combination, though, we must venture into two very different subjects: what reasons there are to choose Yagami to begin with, and the life story of yours truly. I swear both are important to get the full picture, but I’ll keep the latter as brief and free of unnecessary information as possible, even if it’s definitely the longest and most complex part. So, without any further ado, let’s see what makes this miximax valid within the logic of this project.

A big chunk of what makes EnYaga work was explained exactly three years ago, here: https://miximax-hell.tumblr.com/post/131215636268/when-the-king-enters-the-room-the-world-stops-and

The tl;dr would be that Endou plays as a goalkeeper, but also as a libero! Being such radically different positions, it’s to be expected that he would need two different miximaxes, because it would be rather difficult to find an aura that improves his field skills (shooting power, speed, etc.) and his goalkeeping abilities at the same time. Thankfully, Yagami gives him the exact abilities a good libero needs to be able to excel--especially when that libero has the pressure of being part of most of the strong hissatsus the team can pull off. So, for more info on EnYaga’s powers, please check the link above. (And note that, of course, this miximax only marginally improves Endou’s goalkeeping capabilities.)

I have also talked in length about the relationship between Endou and Yagami, but here’s a very brief summary. During the in-game events of IE2, Endou gave Yagami hope when all she wanted was to die to atone for her sins, thus saving her life in the process. In return, she wanted to give him the strength to fight when he needed it most as a way to repay his kindness towards her.

Yagami’s innate abilities and the bond they share are the more logical reasons behind this miximax. There is, however, one extra reason to include this miximax in the project.

There have always been three main rules here when it comes to choosing auras:

1. Only characters that come from universes predominantly inhabited by humans (or very human-like creatures, like Zelda’s Hylians).

2. Only one character from every franchise, unless they are Level-5 franchises. In that case, I may use up to two per franchise. Examples of this are Danball Senki/Little Battlers eXperience (with Toramaru and Megane) and Professor Layton (with Fudou and Shishido).

3. One aura coming from every single (and proper) Inazuma Eleven game on the market. Those being Inazuma Eleven, IE2: Fire, IE2: Blizzard, IE3: Spark, IE3: Bomber, IE3: Ogre, IEGO: Light, IEGO: Dark, IEGO Chrono Stone: Raimei, IEGO Chrono Stone: Neppu, IEGO Galaxy: Supernova, IEGo Galaxy: Big Bang, Inazuma Eleven Strikers, IE Strikers 2012 XTreme, and IEGO Strikers 2013. I’m not counting Everyday, SD nor unreleased titles. So far, I have 7 out of 15.

From the beginning, I have wanted Endou to have nothing but Inazuma Eleven-only miximaxes. I mean, he’s the main character and all!

Needless to say, Yagami is part of the Inazuma Eleven miximaxes--in fact, she takes the IE2 Blizzard spot, if anyone is curious about that very specific detail. She is obviously a very predominant character in that game, having a relevant impact during the final match against The Genesis and even (spoiler alert for a 10 years old game) by injuring Kazemaru earlier, because he didn’t just leave like he did in the anime--Yagami sent him to the hospital when he started matching The Genesis’s power. Since she’s a main character in that game, and considering that many of the other important characters introduced in it become part of the teams that make up this project (such as Hiroto, Midorikawa and maaaybe Saginuma), Yagami was the perfect candidate. She was also arguably the strongest among the remaining main characters of IE2, and the only midfielder. Not to mention the bond she shares with Endou, which only rounds it all up even more.

So, as a brief summary, Yagami is an Inazuma Eleven character (which is exactly what I wanted for Endou) and a very strong player, she provides Endou with everything he would need to be a good libero (incredible speed, great shooting strength, being a midfielder and the stamina that inherently comes with it, powerful hissatsus, and so on), she shares a canonical bond with Endou, the contrast between their personalities is super interesting to explore, and there are reasons why even she would want him to take her power. He can hardly have it better! It makes a lot of sense, and it’s all heavily based on canon, so I don’t need to explain much in that regard. That’s always convenient.

But there is another side to all of this. My side.

I first started working on miximaxes with the idea of only making 4 or 5. I simply meant to give extra love to some of my favourite characters to make myself and a few friends happy. This never became a full-fledged project until my good friend Heather, who used to be on Tumblr under the username @ishidoshuuji, said she wanted to be able to reblog the Seitei x Yuuichi miximax I had drawn for her. In other words, this: https://miximax-hell.tumblr.com/post/129863262149/well-it-was-about-time-i-started-using-this-blog

Before that, miximax-hell used to be a private blog: one of those you can only check out if you have the password. I never thought ANY stranger would be interested in it, so why expose myself like that? It would only make me feel bad. I could have never imagined over a hundred people would follow me here, and even less so considering that only about 10 of my friends follow this blog. So I have to thank Heather because, even if 100 isn’t a big number at all here on Tumblr, I still appreciate each and every person who stops by and it’s helped me meet some incredibly lovely people.

Back to the subject, though. This story is directly linked to MamoDai’s. The important part of it was that EnYaga’s design isn’t mine, and so isn’t MamoDai: the former is completely not mine (even if, as the sketch above suggests, the concept was first doodled by me), while the latter was only partially mine. The thing, though, is that the same person made EnYaga and “collaborated” on the creation of MamoDai, which meant I let them into this very personal solo project twice. If you want to check out the full story, though, you can read it here: https://miximax-hell.tumblr.com/post/142160652319/you-should-have-seen-this-one-coming-come-on

As I was saying, miximax-hell is a solo project. It’s something for me to enjoy, for me to think about, for me to develop, for me to improve at designing character, and for me to decide on. I set the rules and I come up with suitable matches--or what I think are suitable matches, that is. ww I’m definitely open to suggestions if anyone is willing to share their thoughts with me, and fanart is always, always, ALWAYS welcome, of course, but I don’t borrow other people’s ideas nor designs. Not because those designs and ideas aren’t fantastic, nor because I’m not allowed to, but because the point of this blog is to have fun and improve my skills. If I don’t do it myself, it’s kind of pointless, so I prefer a bad design made by me over a great design by someone else. Also, if people were to check all of these things out, I wanted it to be because of my work, not because someone super well-known was part of it and people were desperate to get more content from them.

When I first came up with this project, though, someone very close to me wanted to be part of it. Not because they found it interesting per se, but simply because it was mine. I had previously declined an offer to join one of their projects because I lacked the necessary skill, so they wanted to join mine instead. And don’t get me wrong--I appreciate the interest even now! But, again, it beat the point and I had to refuse. Looking back, I’m very glad I didn’t give in, but I felt awful back then and this person must have felt really bad too.

That’s why I made that exception and suggested, “Hey, why don’t we create a miximax together?” That’s how MamoDai was born. But while the interest in working on MamoDai seemed... scarce, this person came up with and gave me something out of their own accord: the EnYaga miximax design I still use to this day.

Now, here’s the thing: EnYaga was a proper gift that person made for me, and I always honour gifts. If it had been a random doodle, like I have received others in the past, it would have ended there. But when someone puts true effort and time into making something especifically FOR ME, regardless of what happens between us later, I still treasure it forever. And this gift came from a person who, apparently, really wanted to be part of this project when I first came up with it, which, honestly, put me in a tight spot. The least I could do was accept this design, which I loved almost as much as I loved them, and incorporate it to my lineup.

EnYaga was going to happen regardless, because I was working on it myself, but this person beat me to it (with such incredible quality, too, which I would never be able to hold a candle to) and, after what I made them go through with my continuous rejections, I had to honour them somehow. It was my way of saying, “I can’t let you do this for me, but I deeply appreciate the thought.”

This person is now out of my life, though. This means that, honestly, I could just get rid of the design. They would never know, and I would be happier with something of my own even if it sucked in comparison. They would never feel offended either--not like they would even if they knew, because it’s obvious they don’t care about me anymore. It would be easy and 100% painless for all parties involved.

But EnYaga is a token of the bond we once shared and I treasure that, even though I don’t want anything to do with that person anymore. It portrays the fun and happy times, not the sad and bitter ending. Happiness is always something worth remembering, isn’t it? And maybe, just maybe, thanks to the wonderful people I’m close to and my eternal love towards Endou x Yagami, I might one day be able to completely forgive the bad and focus on the good, so I can smile when I look at EnYaga and think of this person. I look forward to a day when there isn’t an ounce of bitterness left in my heart (although I am one revengeful and spiteful piece of poo, so it might never happen). And for that possibility alone, it might be worth it to keep making this one exception and let this miximax be someone else’s. Especially now that I have DoYaga to call my own.

So that’s it, folks: not only do Endou and Yagami make for a sick combination in theory, but it’s also a miximax with deep sentimental value for me in so many different ways. So even if it had been someone else’s idea and the two characters were a terrible match in all senses, chances are I would have still kept it. Thank goodness it wasn’t the case. ww

And all because I didn’t finish the design fast enough on my own. May that be the lesson to learn from this: hurry the heck up, self.

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