#this scene is SOOOO funny to me he was under PRESSURE

[jordaylagifs]

layla: babe, read my mind jordan: i’m trYING!

#allamericanedit #all american #jordaylaedit #jordayla #ehmuh #userjustine #userneptune #tusercj #uservanessa #useryusi #usermorgan #tusercarolina #userdiamond #addys-beth #s4 #4x12 #* #*parallels #this scene is SOOOO funny to me he was under PRESSURE #:D

[age-of-play-i-say]

are you ever going to continue the middle and little series? not to pressure, just asking because i really enjoyed that first installment <3

Funny you should ask, I've been hanging onto 80% of this one for awhile, thinking it needed more editing but like here you go!

“Okay, is everyone ready for movie night? Still feeling good about the scene?” Daddy’s doing some last minute checks before headspace made that kind of thinking feel far away.

Baby nodded from her playpen and Little piped up from the couch, “yes, Daddy! Essited for watchin’ a big kid movie!” Daddy chuckled.

“Okay, well remember to double tap your watches to call me if things get too intense or you need my help, ahem, finishing up.” Daddy winked at Baby, who blushed, falling into headspace out of sheer embarrassment.

“Be good to our Baby, okay Little one? She’s still adjusting and she needs your sweetness and helping hands. Enjoy your movie nap together, I’ll be back in an hour.” Daddy flipped on the prepared DvD and strode upstairs, confident that his Little could handle this.

Onscreen appeared some of Baby and Little’s favorite characters, but they weren’t solving mysteries like usual. They were just talking so far, and pressing their faces together noisily.

Baby watched, wide-eyed, suckling her binkie and looking littler and littler in her crinkly diapey, surrounded by her plushies. One of the characters on screen took off his undies, still noisily kissing a girl onscreen. Baby’s sweet little face wrinkled, confusion passing over her pretty features. Little saw her eyes flit down to the man’s big grown-up stiffy and she went even pinker.

Little wanted to focus on the fun, grown-up playtime video on the screen, but that involved tearing his focus away from Baby, whose nipples hardened instantly when the kissing started. He wondered if Baby remembered their first kisses, around her comfort binkie, the same one she’s suckling now. He wondered how it might feel to kiss her like the girl on the screen.

Should I get nakey? Little wonders, shifting his hips closer and closer to the edge of the couch.

He looked Baby up and down, and saw her bottom lift and fall against the puppy pads lining her pen, bouncing subtly. Her eyes were glued to the screen, and Little was embarrassed to see the lollipop game he sometimes played with Daddy up there, the girl in the scene on her knees kissing and licking all over the guy’s big stiffy.

Little closed his eyes, feeling light-headed and falling deeper into headspace.

Soooo tingly, wan touchies. Big kid touchies.

Behind her paci, he heard Baby whine, just pouting. She’s so little, she barely knows about tingles, but it’s clear to Little that she’s getting all worked up and tingly. His heart aches for her, so confused, so little.

“Baby! You like da movie?” he palmed himself over his undies, making sure to grind up into it with a sweet, little moan when she tore her eyes away to look up at her Big Bubba Little.

Baby nodded, sucking her paci a little extra before spitting it out to hang on its lanyard, pressing her hand in the same spot Little did but over her big puffy diaper, “ye, like ‘im lots n lots,” Baby chirps, “but feelin all sticky in m’ diapey!” She tries to hump her hand, but just kind of air humped back and forth confusedly. She whines again, louder this time.

Bubba Little felt a curl of earnest affection burst in his heart. She needed his help.

“Bubba can help, lil Baby.” She looks up, teary-eyed, to see Little sliding off the couch. He came to the edge of Baby’s playpen and pointed at a big teddy bear in the corner.

“Grab your bear, get on your hands and knees, and tuck him ‘tween your legs under your diapey.” Little pressed his hand against the front of his pants again, watching her comply with his request.

“Put your binky back in, too, you don hafta talk at all, Bubba’ll tell you what to do.”

Baby whole face relaxed when she popped her paci back in her mouth, happy to be taken care of again. She settled in on top of her bear and looked up at the screen where the lollipop game was heating up.

She looked to her big brother for help, “what is-?” she managed before lapsing into another big-eyed silence. She bucked her hips like before, yelping when her sticky padding actually provided friction.

Her eyes returned to the screen, in awe of the feeling she could provoke with just her hips motion. She ground down again, her little face and shoulders relieved at the freedom from her own thoughts combined with being able to seek her own pleasure.

Little can't take his eyes off her. The man onscreen keeps making dirty noises, but Baby's humping and whimpering takes precedence.

“'s the tingles game, Baby, I play wit Daddy if ‘m good,” Little can't keep his hands off his winkie now, this naughty interaction searing his brain. Looking at the screen again, he suddenly wishes Baby would use her mouth to play the lollipop game on him. He can't ask their pure, pretty Baby to do anything so naughty.

His cheeks turn pink and he snatches his hand away from his stiffie, embarrassed. Daddy said to let Baby initiate play when she's ready. In fact, he’s under strict instructions not to get inside the playpen with her.

“Tin-goesth?” Baby murmurs around her binky, not tearing her eyes from the screen. She leans back on her haunches, putting more pressure on the bear and her privates, but it doesn't seem like enough for her. She ruts shamelessly into her bear, faster now, cheeks pink and eyes glassy.

Little watches for a bit before making a decision. He can't get in and help her, but he can show her what to do. Pulling down his pants, he blushes. He’s all stiff and tingly, and Baby will see it! He steels himself and pulls down his big boy undies, coming around the front of the playpen, winkie out.

What he sees makes his heart squeeze. Baby's tired herself out, humping hard and fast, getting nowhere but more tingly. She's laying on her bear, not even looking at the movie, twitching her hips while tears squeeze out of her eyes.

On seeing her Bubba come around her playpen, she jerks up, embarrassed and on edge.

“Ting-goess, hewp pwease?” She whimpers, scrambling on her knees to the bars of her playpen to grab her big Bubba's hand before seeing his stiffy poking out under his shirt.

She doesn't shy away from him, looking from his stiffy to the screen and then back to him.

“Ye, Baby, I help, I help!” She's asked, so he's finally allowed. He takes the hand she’d holding, reaches down and plunges it into her padding to find her tingly parts.

“‘S okay, Baby?” he whispers in her ear when she eeps in surprise.

“ye, ye, ye Bubba, need hewp tingoes ye” she chants, closing her eyes when he makes contact with her baby parts through all that slick, feeling her tiny winkie pulse.

“Nnnn, Bubba!” she spits her paci out, holding onto his arm. Just like Daddy showed him, he doesn't have to do much.

“Girl winkies are much smaller and more sensitive. Just make little circles, fast and soft. Let her decide the rest.” Daddy's coaching for the last week rings in Little’s ears.

She's rutting on his fingers now, hard and fast.

“Feels good, Baby? Bubba wan make you feel good.”

Baby nods without speaking, her sweet mouth open and her little nipples hard on his arm. Her hips jerk and his whole hand suddenly feels hot and wet as Baby hollers out,

“Bub-bahhh!” She puts both hands on his arm and swirls her hips one more time, shivering, sweet and happy.

He pulls his hand out, proud of his ability to help her make tingles. He stands back up and leans forward to check on her in her playpen. His stiffy jumps, slid between the bars.

Instead of slumped down, relaxing after tingles, Baby was back on her knees, so close it startles him. She looked up at him, pink lips puffy and open, eyes wide.

“tank you Bubba,” she whispers, her innocent blinking making his hand itch to do big kid touches on himself.

“Good job, Baby! Tingles feel good?” She moves in closer, her eyes slide over to the screen where different pairs of their favorite mystery gang are playing the lollipop game.

Her eyes take in his stiffy poking through the bars and she leans so close he can feel her breath on it as she murmurs

“Bubba need ting-goes?”

His hips ram into the bars as Baby sucks on him, pulling him into her mouth like a big binky. She swallows and he squeaks, trying to stay still like Daddy does, but it's hard.

He wants to touch her, hold her close, but doesn't want to scare her.

The lollipop game!

His eyes cross and he understands more why Daddy loves this game. The tingles feels so strong, he certainly won't last much– he remembers how Daddy does stickies so they aren't yucky in his mouth.

“Baby!! Bubba's gotta-ah-make stickies, ummm don-oh oh-here!”

He pulls out quickly enough that she looks shocked, and he pops her binky back in.

He can feel his tingles running up his back already and wraps his hand around his stiffy just into time to pump stickies out onto the floor. Baby's mouth felt so good, he wants to reward her.

But when he turns to her in her playpen, she's holding her bear, still on her knees, tears in her eyes again.

“Baby??”

“did bad? did bad ting-goes for Bubba? why go ‘way?”

“No!!” He climbs over her playpen easily, settling in behind her to hold her around her bare tummy.

He kisses her sweet pink cheek and pops her displaced binky back in again.

“Felt TOO good,” he murmurs in her ear, naturally rocking her back and forth, holding her distressed body under she relaxed.

“too good?” She whispers.

“Ye, felt like–” he points at the screen, where a boy character was screwing up his face and the girl pulled off to rub him hard until his stickies arced up comically high to hit the ceiling, ‘felt like dat, Baby. Felt so good, like I hadda essplode.”

Her crinkly butt bumped his softening winkie and he groaned until he realized she was looking hard at the screen. Her hips stuttered when he spoke.

“‘splode? Bubba felt-?” She points at the screen, hips thrusting

“Ye, Baby, you did so good,” Little feels naughty when he asks, “Baby need more?”

She nods and he reaches inside her padding again, tapping his watch twice before he does.

Daddy will show her bigger tingles. Baby needa essplode.

#maple answers #maple asks #maple writes #agepl@y

[girinma]

thoughts on avatar 2: avatar for dads (i have many because its 3 hours long)

tldr NO MORE PLOT i want three hours of walking around and looking at fantasy nature. lets go to riven.

nothing like pocahontas 2. 0/5 stars.

story is bad as expected but i had to see it. HOWEVER maybe it is nostalgia talking but i remember the 1st one looking absolutely incredible but this one... i think a marvel film looks similar now. like there were some scenes that were obviously showing off and better than anything else, buuuut it wasnt the whole thing. i did see it in 3d and i did get a headache during but i cannot tell if it was the film or just my fucked up reactions to barometric pressure.

HIGHLY recommend going in not remembering anything from the first one because then youre just like wtf the blue people dont have five fingers??? how many do they have??? PANDORA IS A MOON???

creature design was so fantastic, exactly why i came. dunkleosteus shark, turtle whale, many fun worms. so good. that being said it was really funny that the corals at night were doing the coral fluorescence under UV. 

water looked good, particularly when it was overcast and raining. but like not much to say there.

they made the sea people maori????? hello???? call me a hater but go farther with your alien cultures. i dotn know why i was surprised. 

i vividly remember from avatar 1 that after watching my parents were discussing the parallels in the narrative that i didnt even notice and really taught me about like. critically viewing film. but the parallels here were kinda funny. the whaling ship is whale shaped (which is so fucking obvious when it rolls over and they have water coming through cracks like its blowholes). whaling guy getting his arm ripped off by the whale whose flipper he cut.

the entire movie is a dad movie for dads. its all about dads. sick of dads by the end. do something else. 

i dont understand the whole arc with the human kid because like. he seems to be found family at the start but then at the end they act like its a revelation?!?!? what the fuck????

glad the marines are still bad. hooah.

many questions about how the blue people work. why do the sea tribes and forest tribes speak the same language but have physically different adaptations. what. i think their head tails should be prehensile.

IT WAS SOOOO FUNNY when they killed the oldest son because the whole time i was like “they literally gave him no character wtf” and then when he died i wasnt sad it was just “oooooooh thats why they wrote him so poorly”

they really named the main son character noah while giving the other son a more alien name. shcoking.

i was so mad this movie had the same villain as the first and i was SOO mad when they saved him only to have him be the villain in the next one. BOOOOOO give us a better villain. i was like :O when he got choked to “death” and it just ruined it.

felt weird that the very beginning didnt really show any of the rest of the tribe except the family???? like i get that they dont care about fleshing out anyone but pleaseeeee

mechs were great i like the crabs one the best. the whole whale hunt scene was good, had good emotions. there was chinese or kanji on one of the machines and im unsure if that is because its supposed to be blade runner on earth or just because its a whaling ship????

WHY DO THE CLONE LAB BLUE PEOPLE HAVE TATOOS WHO IS TATOOING THEM IN SPACE IS THERE AN ARTIST AT THE MILITARY BASE

ok. the plot. why are they chasing him down. hes just one guy. with one tribe. why did they add that the earth is dying. what is the point. why is anything happening. why did they even go to the sea people.

i havent been to disney avatar world but i do think its even weirder now. i dont think disney people should be allowed to go to pandora.

PETTY PETTY point but when the chieftess of the water tribe is talking to her spirit whale she is doing space sign language with subtitles, no spoken dialogue, but shes mouthing the words in english?? that should have been in fantasy language.

so like.... they didn’t have avatars in this one? like its just lab blue people, normal blue people, and humans. theres like 2 scenes with avatars. why did they name it avatar. there arent avatars. you forgot the avatars. 

james cameron said put those blue bitches in the titanic. that being said it was fantastic visually.

i HOPE that they have sigourney weaver voicing a teen because it is the original consciousness of sigourney weaver (like how the reborn marine colonel or whatever the fuck his title is sounds like the original) because it is weird. weirder because of the romantic hints between her and spider. maybe cameron is just giving her the check here but i hope they have a reason for it.

the sea tribe home was just riven man. myst guys get their asses.

im just. can you imagine an actually good story set in the avatar world. 

will i watch the next one? yes. im simple. 

#i could talk about this movie for 12 hours its so inexplicable #thoughts on

[lostinafictionaluniverse]

My thoughts about the book changes Bridgerton S2, it’s rather long so under a cut and it contains spoilers

Book changes I liked:

Beegate 

They have changed a LOT from the books, and some scenes were non-negotiable for me initially when I first began anticipating the season. Then a lot was spoiled and we were told there's barely anything from the books. But some of the changes actually made it better? Like Beegate is a pivotal scene in the book, because they get caught out and have to marry. But their wedding is sorta 'forced' which makes it similar to S1 and Saphne. So I'm glad they included the Bee scene but made it pivotal in a different way in the show: it's the first time Kanthony come so close - physically and emotionally and it sets a trigger for all their future interactions. Also the way it affects them both threw me completely: Anthony is in tears and Kate cannot stop her heart from racing and that was beautiful. I really liked the fact that in the show nothing forced them to marry- not Beegate, not them sleeping together. They married because they love each other and this was so satisfying to me.

Anthony being a Hero

Anthony being a 'Hero' when he snubs Cressida Cowper and stands up for Pen in the books was omitted, but Anthony was a hero in quite a different way: when he stands up for the Sharmas against the Sheffields.

The lake scene

The lake scene from the book was there in a different way that actually made it better with a Jealous + soaked Anthony, and Kate lusting after him (Why didn't Edwina notice anything here? I see her puzzled look at Kate's lingering glance at Anthony.)

Lovemaking scene

Another scene which is an iconic one is Anthony's dialogue when he tells Kate: I desire you, I burn for you etc etc. just before they make love for the first time after their wedding. This was removed from the show, but it turned out to be redundant. Also, I liked it much better on the show, because the book version had a couple of slightly problematic elements which are overcome of course with that piece of dialogue, but eliminating it altogether leaves no doubt that their coming together is totally consensual and with no hesitation from either person. In the book, Anthony kind of pressures Kate by saying he cannot wait and Kate weakens and realizes that she does not want to wait, but in the middle of it all he calls her beautiful and she freezes because she had never felt beautiful, and thinks he's picturing Edwina. And this leads to that bit of dialogue. In the show, the build-up between them is soooo well-presented that there is no doubt in the audience, or Kate's mind who Anthony really wants. He goes so far as to tell her he cannot marry Edwina because he will go through all his life wanting Kate and eventually he will cheat on Edwina with Kate. That is the level to which Kate has filled his head, and boy, I'm so on board with this version! Also, it's nice that Kate did not feel lesser than Edwina in that respect as well- her martyr complex for Edwina was bad enough, we did not need this too.  

Pall Mall. 

The essence of the game and Anthony getting burned by Kate is there, so I would say it's not taken much away and I loved the little addition of the mud scene in the show and them laughing together. It showed them letting down their defenses and opening up to each other. Some would argue that the humor is lost from the book, but I found this scene funny enough with Kate roasting Anthony  much to his siblings’ delight. and him grudgingly clapping every time she made a shot.

The love confession

Their realization that they love each other comes after they get married in the book. For Kate it's after Anthony helps her through her trauma with the thunderstorms and shows incredible understanding. For Anthony - he becomes fearful of losing her because he's convinced he's going to die too like his father. And then when the accident happens he says: ‘It was never supposed to be you, it was always supposed to be me.’ They changed this in the show: Anthony's fear of dying is not dwelt upon, but instead they give precedence to Anthony's fear of losing someone he loves dearly, which works just as well if not better. In fact, the part when he holds himself responsible for Kate's accident and then refuses to see her because he cannot bear it, and then finally breaks down when he hears she's okay came across as much more poignant and powerful than in the book (thanks to JB’s powerhouse acting). 

The confession itself was huge in the show for Anthony (and for Kate) because these two characters do not believe they can be loved for themselves. Kate does not believe Anthony loves her till he says the words and Anthony, in turn does not expect her to love him back. I really loved that the love Anthony feels for Kate is so overpowering and so humbling that he feels the need to tell her without expecting anything in return, and even after she tells him she loves him back he promises not to take that for granted (I want a life that suits us both).  The confession and the epilogue on the show felt really satisfying to me.

Book changes I did not enjoy:

The library scene and the minimization of Kate’s trauma: All they had to do was extend that scene. In the book it’s not a sexual scene. Kate is terrified and Anthony provides support and reassurance and just so much sensitivity and understanding that I feel we were robbed from seeing this nuance of his character. As also Kate’s vulnerability. The show paints her as almost superhuman with the control she has on her emotions, but this moment could have made her more human. Also, they really TALK - about their dads, their families, and that’s something I really missed seeing on the show.

The triangle

Okay, so they changed the Anthony-Edwina-Kate dynamic to a triangle and the triangle does not really exist in the book. I was resolved to hate it, in my mind it totally destroyed the key essence of these characters and though I still do not LOVE it, I don't hate it either. The DRAMA was utterly riveting, ngl, and I was pulled in by the high stakes, the angst, the tension, the 'kangan’ falling off at the key moment and A picking it up to give it to K and the symbolism of it all. It was so filmy but somehow effective. I liked all of the symbolism and foreshadowing: Edwina kind of setting up Kate and Anthony because she wants them to 'love' each other, the haldi she puts on Kate, the fact that Kate tries the ring for the fitting and she can't get it off (it fits her perfectly), Anthony handing her the bangle - I enjoyed all of them, even if they came across as cheesy and formulaic.

Edwina came off as being someone who was more fleshed out, and while I got her feeling of betrayal at what was going on under her nose, and I applauded her absolute refusal to 'settle' because she 'deserves' better, I still found her lack of understanding for Kate upsetting. Edwina in Ep. 6 was a queen but Edwina in Ep. 7 I did not like. Her being passive- aggressive at Kate and Anthony dimmed her character a bit for me. Her initial anger at Kate I understood, but after that, knowing how self-sacrificing her sister was, couldn't she have at least had a conversation with her and tried to understand her? Till the end, Edwina was all about herself, and when you contrast that with how much Kate de-focuses on herself and centers around Edwina I feel righteous anger on Kate's behalf. 

Everybody was blaming Kanthony for feeling for each other? Like WTF??

And they made Kate literally grovel to Edwina: ‘I will ask for your forgiveness everyday of my life.’ And then her telling Anthony that they should be ashamed of their kiss was shattering to me. All because of how Edwina was making her feel. I HATED THAT! I hated that Edwina made her feel so guilty that her first kiss with the man she loved devolved into a shameful experience to be shut down.

In Edwina’s defense I guess you could say it’s the conditioning that made her behave this way. Kate was firmly on the shelf and had declared she would not seek a suitor for herself. Edwina was anointed the diamond by the Queen herself. It must have been unthinkable for her to imagine that a handsome man like Anthony would want her sister over her. I think she may have felt jealous too, but I do understand her feeling of betrayal as well - she may even be thinking Kate dissuaded her initially from Anthony because she already liked him then. I just felt it stretched on for too long, and in an attempt to make Edwina look badass they diminished her compassionate nature. She actually had to say: I’m kinder than you to Kate because I did not see it or feel it.

I felt that bit remained unresolved between the two till the end and in an effort to make Edwina shine they ended up making her look preachy instead.

I wish there was something added in the epilogue with Edwina to show things had resolved fully between her and Anthony and her and Kate: at least they could have had her in the Pall Mall game in the end, she was the only one missing from the original one so it would have been nice and it would have been a nice callback to the book that has the game as an annual tradition and all the original players play each time. 

Also no Mr. Bagwell. I really liked that in the book Anthony falls short of Edwina's expectations because she wants a scholar to match her intellect. They seem to have dumbed her down in the show! She's much smarter and more perceptive and clued in to Kate's feelings in the book! But I also like the idea of Edwina and the Prince (I really liked him in S1) so if the show gives us this in a future season (or at least mentions it) I'd be thrilled. 

Overall, the triangle did add to the drama by raising the stakes and prolonging the separation, but it did end up destroying all 3 characters somewhat at the altar (pun intended)

To conclude, I really like how Kanthony are equals in every way. They always meet half way and whenever they came together it’s 100% consensual. 

Anyways, TL DR: I will always love these two - fools that they maybe, idiots that they may be, flawed that they may be and I thank Simone Ashley and Jonathan Bailey for bringing them to life so splendidly!

Book omissions I hope they include in future seasons

More of Kanthony talking and opening up about their individual trauma, perhaps in the form of more flashbacks for them both

Kate playing the flute badly and Anthony indulging her

Anthony being a brother to Edwina (in the book he offers her dowry)

Kate and Colin banter: This was so fun in the book! And I loved that little bit where Kate dances with him in the circle dance.

More of Anthony’s siblings (other than Benedict) showing they care for him perhaps in a chat with Kate (Like the one she has with Eloise in the book)

Newton is quite taken in by Anthony in the book and in the show they made it the opposite, so I would love to see a “Dog, sit!” from Anthony and Newton actually listening to him!

There’s a little scene in the book right before Beegate happens where they talk about what it means to be the oldest, and I would love this to be included in some form.

The scene where he drinks up all the tea so he won’t make a mess when he pulls her onto his lap!

We were robbed of A and K wedding, so show it to us in a flashback! PLEASE! 

And I really want this DIALOGUE: "Love's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete, who  makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. It's about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing, all the way to your bones, that she's simply the best person you've ever known."

I also want little Miles to yell at his parents to stop as they keep playing the flute and trumpet badly.

And the second epilogue. I really, really want the second epilogue.

#bridgerton #bridgerton s2 #bridgerton s2 review #tvwlm #Kanthony #bridgerton spoilers #bridgerton critique #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma

[chokemeanakin]

Hello the love of my life, how are you? I’m here to annoy you as always and I was tagged to ask questions but I wanted to add a little bit of ✨spice✨ so these are my questions. I love you so much

How do you get your inspiration?

If you could explain your love language, how would you explain it and which name would you use?

Which are your favourite authors from here?

Which are your favourite fics?

What’s the last thing you read?

Favourite song? Favourite food?

Why is your comfort character your comfort character?

When do you realize you found your comfort character?

Which things do you have in common with your comfort character?

Bye! <3

BABE u are too sweet 🥺 ty for the questions I will answer them now 💖👇🏻:

How do you get your inspiration?

A few ways 😏:

1) getting my heart broken

2) being horny

3) angsty music or going to the theater or reading a really good book

4) the scenarios I make up in my head so I can fall asleep

5) people who send in asks/thoughts to my inbox, y’all are so creative and amazing 💖💖💖

If you could explain your love language, how would you explain it and which name would you use?

Idk much about love languages but i think I took a quiz one time and it was like acts of service and words of affirmation. So yeah I’ll die if you tie my shoe and call me baby 🥺

But also like physical touch... on the down low. only when it’s not sunny outside. don’t ask me to explain that cause I can’t.

Which are your favorite authors from here?

Hmmm I don’t really read from here anymore but they used to be Julia (anakinswhore), she’s on ao3 though as @ anakincanchokemethanks and all of her Star Wars works are on there, she’s also on here as @playlist-library and @mordekaisersbitch

Also @ sunsetkenobi but she’s on ao3 now as @melethwi

and @anakinlove she just knows so much about Star Wars, and she’s a talented artist, and she writes super cute fluff 🥰

There’s probably more I’m forgetting but if you check out my tag #ficrecs you can find ppl I read there

Which are your favorite fics?

Rain Must Fall - anakincanchokemethanks on ao3

A Hard Days Night - anakincanchokemethanks on ao3

After Hours - melethwi on ao3

Alone With You - melethwi on ao3

Shiver - melethwi on ao3

Again there’s definitely more, just check out #ficrecs

What’s the last thing you read?

... 🤭 i actually don’t read much Star Wars anymore. I feel like I’ve seen it all idk 😭

So I’ve been reading a lot of aot fan fiction now for eren and levi oooppsss but ummmmmm @ yagamisdiary has a really good eren ff on wattpad called Parasite yall should go read it it’s soooo good it’s all I read 🙏🏻

Favorite song? Favorite food?

Favorite song ... is a hard one.... I can never choose. so here’s a playlist of my all time favorites, yaknow the ones that never get old and just instantly put me at peace 🥰👇🏻

As for favorite food, either sushi or avocado toast or hot sauce 🙏🏻

Why is your favorite comfort character your comfort character?

Bc he’s pretty and smart and he has a sexy voice and a metal arm and his tiddies are nice and so are his abs and he’s so so tall and he’s like mean but not so mean that it’s awful but like he could be awful if he wanted to, but he’d never be mean to you unless you deserve it because when he loves someone he loves them way too much and I just think he’s cute so yeah 💖

When did you realize you found your comfort character?

Funny story, one of my friends has the same last name as Anakin’s actor and I saw this pic of him when I looked him up:

and I just thought he was super super hot, but I’d never seen Star Wars before, I didn’t even know what the difference between Anakin and Luke was, or Obi-Wan and Han-Solo, and I didn’t know that Anakin was Darth Vader or anything. And then my friend sent an edit of that shirtless scene in rots and I just— I just about busted all over myself ngl 😳🤚🏻

So I finally sat down and forced myself to watch all the movies, basically fell in love with that stupid mf, and a couple months later at the start of quarantine I made this blog and never looked back 🥰🥰🥰

But it was really weird for me ngl, cause like, he’s not even my type. My type is dark hair, dark eyes, hates everyone, quiet, introverted, detests the idea of love.

But Anakin’s like... lighter hair, light eyes, Chad to the Max, loves ppl so much he kills children, mommy’s boy, car nerd, dramatic, etc.

Idk. Something about this mf 🙄🤺🤺🤺

Which things do you have in common with your favorite comfort character?

-both douchebags

-both have anger issues

-both been fucked over one too many times

-both holding on by a thin fucking strand

-both hate children

-both chads 😏

-both love hugs but are too afraid to admit it

-both impatient and are always accusing ppl of things they didn’t do based off of our own insecurities

-both hate meditating but probably should

-both fall in love with things way too quick and way too much

-both a little narcissistic but also hate ourselves

-both like to sip martinis while watching drama unfold

Differences:

-he’s an extrovert and I cry in public situations

-I cry way too much honestly

-but it’s ok cause he’s a wuss for tears

-he’s good under pressure

-he can run a lot without losing his breath

-he can flirt good but I just insult ppl when I try

-he understands mechanics and shit and i’d combust if you asked me to hand u a wrench

-but I can take a straight shot of tequila while I think he’d vomit if he didn’t pour 8 cups of fruit mixer in 😏

-I think he would tastefully use swears, but I just let em fly

-could probably beat me in an arm wrestling match until I make him let me win and then I’d be happy

-this isn’t making sense anymore and you didn’t even ask me for differences 🤣🤣🤣

•••This was fun!! Thank you Leah 💖 I too am counting down the days until Halloween, you know what’s up!!! Best holiday ever 🥰🎃•••

#also ur not annoying!!! #I love u bb 💖💖💖 #let’s talk #soft ani thoughts

[prose-for-hire]

Just a random question/challenge: If there could have been a dream crossover between BTVS & Harry Potter, which characters would you have liked to have seen meet & interact more? Limit to seven pairings (because, y’know, seven is the most powerful number in the wizarding world)? Here are mine:

1. Buffy & Hermione

These two would have been so much fun to have seen play off each other! Hermione’s got an intellect greater than Willow does, but definitely doesn’t lack the feeling of superiority. She’s also the main reason (most of the time) that the golden trio wins (just like Buffy is for the Scoobies, though in a definite more direct way). Then you’ve got Buffy who’s this awesome hero & leader, but still has some Valley Girl in her too. But I think after some immediate friction that these two would hit it off as good friends. And Buffy would wind up becoming the big sister figure, who gets Hermione to loosen up & enjoy having fun a whole lot more. While Hermione would make Buffy think more often, instead rushing into things headfirst.

2. Dawn & Ron

I know that a lot of people would rather Xander with Ron for a crossover, because they’re both kind of comical best friend characters starting off, but Dawn meeting & hanging out with Ron would be so much more entertaining to me. Because it’s established in BTVS Season 5, that Dawn is a Harry Potter fan. So, I just have this idea that Dawn has this huge book-crush on Ron’s character, because she thinks he’s like a way cooler version of Xander. And during the crossover, Dawn would be one of the few characters that would be like absolutely loving this! And would be milking it for all it’s worth & making her childhood fantasy’s come true! And Ron (depending which school year this set during) would love having a girl like Dawn interested in him at first! It would be like him & Lavendar, except without all the crazy obsessiveness lol. And just think what strain this relationship would put on the Buffy & Hermione friendship?

3. Anya & Luna

I think that Anya would just take Luna seriously on every single wild thing she said lol. And would think that Luna was the “wisest little creepy, but serenely calm witch” that she had ever met. And Luna would just beam calmly and be like: “Oh, that’s nice...”. These two would definitely be the funniest pair.

4. Spike & Nevillle

Since Spike used to be a whipped little puppy back when he was human, I think that Spike would feel a reluctant soft spot for Neville & take him under his wing & try to get him to man up & mold him in his image. Which would lead to hilarious moments lol. Meanwhile, Neville would start to bring out more of Spike’s humanity.

5. Giles & Harry

Harry always loses his most beloved father figures, which causes some of the most heartbreaking scenes in the books/movies. So, I think that just by having Giles with him, to let Harry know that it’s okay to deal with grief in healthy ways, just like he’s taught the Scoobies so often, would be really cathartic for the Boy Who Lived. And Harry would remind Giles about just what type of (unintended) pressure his father figures have all put on him at some point, making Giles realize he needs to go easier on Buffy sometimes.

6. Xander & Dumbledore

To be honest, I just would have loved to hear Xander say to the headmaster: “I’ve heard your idea of a few words... and I just got to say: Why blubber as one? I mean, you have the whole comedic spectrum to choose from and you just randomly choose blubber?!!” Which that refers to lines Dumbledore says in the first book, I don’t how many book fans are reading this post, but still this would have just been soooo funny to see Xander say to our favorite wizard. And Dumbledore just gives him a grin and a side-eye lol.

7. Glory & Bellatrix

Just by having these two insane & powerful wild cards meet would be awesome, hilarious, & would keep everyone on the edge of their seats. So, it would be so much fun all together!!

I would love to hear yours & everyone else’s picks on this!

This was really fun to read through !! This was so well thought out I can’t see myself picking any other than these ones !! Although I think maybe an interaction between Bellatrix and Drusilla could be interesting as well !! 💖

#I’d love to hear anyone else’s ideas #!! #ask #archiefan23 #discussion #btvs #harry potter

[thisaliennerd]

Flashbacks and Flapjacks

(Read on AO3 - It's sad in the beginning, but it gets funny and chaotic I swear! I had come up with this scene a while ago but was inspired to write it down by this post by @aelwynrights)

Summary: Adaine has a bad dream, the girls have a sleepover, chaos ensues. Also pancakes. Lots of burnt pancakes. 

~~~

Adaine is in an orb. She looks out into a clearing in a dark, twisted forest. She’s been here before. She knows she has. She feels herself gasp for air, her lungs burning as if she hasn’t taken a breath in a while. The clearing is empty. As she realizes that she’s alone, two figures step out of the forest. 

“Adaine! How nice of you to join us.” 

Arianwen and Angwyn Abernant stand in the clearing. Arianwen sighs. 

“Adaine, just tell us where your silly little friends are and this can all be over with.”

Adaine is filled with a deep sense of...not knowing. She feels her blood turn to ice in her veins. 

“I...Even if I wanted to help you, which I don’t! But even if I did, I don’t...I don’t-”

“Oh, Adaine...you don’t know where they are?”

“Don’t twist this.”

“And you call them your friends?”

“Stop.”

“They don’t even trust you to know their plan.”

“Please!”

“I thought you were supposed to know all. Aren’t you-”

“Oh YES! Another Elven Oracle joke! Very funny, mother. Good job.”

“Don’t be rude, darling. It’s terribly unflattering. Regardless, it seems that you are no longer any use to us.” Arianwen turns to leave, her hand brushing Angwyn’s shoulder for a moment. “Do what you must, my love.”

Angwyn’s hands crackle with electricity. It’s so familiar...

“Adaine...I really tried to show you. I tried to help you. I really did. But it seems that you were too stubborn to even realize how truly deluded you are. The pain that you’re in is self-inflicted. If you had just listened. If you had just let us change you. We could have helped you. You could have been happy. But no. And now, you’ve left us with no other options. I am going to fix you. Goodbye Adaine.”

The orb is gone. Angwyn raises his hand. His magic surges towards Adaine. She can’t move. There’s no one else here. She is alone. Completely alone. There’s no one to stop him. The magic is only an instant away. Adaine squeezes her eyes closed, but all she sees is millions of futures of her body, dead on the ground. Alone, abandoned, unloved. 

~~~

Screams rip from Adaine’s throat. She is sitting bolt upright in her bed, completely sweat-drenched. Someone is sitting on the end of Adaine’s bed, attempting to hold her forearms still, as Adaine thrashes, still screaming.

“Adaine? Adaine!” Aelwen looks completely panicked, searching Adaine’s face for any signs of possession or perhaps answers. Adaine can feel a dispel magic tingling in the air around her. She feels herself stop screaming as the sight of her sister reminds her of what had been missing in her dream. “Adaine, please...what’s...I...are you?”

Tears stream down Adaine’s face. She stops fighting and completely sags. Aelwen pulls her sister into the tightest hug she’s ever given. Adaine tucks her head under Aelwen’s chin, burying her face into her chest and sobbing. Adaine’s fists hold onto Aelwen’s shirt as if it was keeping her afloat. Aelwen’s breathing slows back to normal as she strokes Adaine’s hair.

“It’s ok. It’s ok. You’re safe. We’re safe.” Aelwen whispers into the top of Adaine’s head, her own tears of both panic and relief welling up.

The door to the tower slams open and a very concerned looking Jawbone rushes in, followed immediately by Sandra Lynn who has an arrow nocked, and is rather frantically scanning the room.

“Adaine, are you safe? We heard you scream and came running,” Jawbone walks to the edge of the bed and kneels down next to it. “What do you need?”

Adaine raises her head, gulping in air, and practically leaps into Jawbone’s arms. As Adaine leaves her arms, Aelwen pulls her knees to her chest.

Adaine mumbles into Jawbone’s fur, “I’m ok, I just had a nightmare,” She pulls back, wiping away tears, “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

Before Jawbone can answer, Fig bursts into the room, dragging a fully dressed, very panicked Ayda behind her.

“Adaine!” Fig gives her a quick, tight hug, before pulling back to carefully study Adaine’s face. “What happened? Are you ok?”

Ayda briefly takes a break from looking around the room wildly to also train her eyes firmly on Adaine. “Adaine, is there some sort of spectre or invisible being that you would like me to destroy?"

"No, it's ok. I just had a nightmare. I'm sorry."

Fig frowns deeply. "Don't apologize! I-"

Kristen finally appears in the doorway, breathing heavily.

"God, my room is so far away! Adaine, are you ok?"

“Yeah, it’s fine, I’m sorry.”

Sandra Lynn sighs, finally relaxing a little. “Why don’t we all give Adaine some space? It’s a small room, and there’s a lot of us.” She lowers her bow and puts a hand on Fig’s shoulder. “Adaine, why don’t we all go downstairs and I’ll make you a cup of tea.”

“Ok.” Adaine stands, and everyone starts to leave. Aelwen is still sitting on Adaine’s bed, knees still pulled to her chest, staring off into nothing. “Aelwen?” Her eyes snap to Adaine. “Are you coming?”

“Oh...do...do you want me to come?”

“Of course, but if you’d rather trance…”

“No, if you want me to come, I will.”

“Ok.” Adaine holds out her hand to her sister. Aelwen smiles shakily, takes Adaine’s hand, and they walk downstairs together.

Downstairs, Adaine sits down on the couch, Ayda lights the fireplace, Sandra Lynn puts a mug of herbal tea in Adaine’s hands. While everyone gathers in the center of the room, Aelwen hangs back in the doorway. Sandra Lynn sits down on a footrest across from Adaine.

“Look, Adaine,” She looks down at her hands. “I know that whatever you just went through, it was...less than fun. And I just want you to know that those dreams are normal.” She looks back up. “Well, not normal necessarily, but for adventurers, and you know, people who have been through some shit. It’s not uncommon. Obviously I trance, but I've seen it a lot, and even in trance, those feelings can still happen, and...I guess what I'm trying to say is that you’re not alone in this.”

“Yeah, I know that. It’s just...I feel stupid for even putting myself in that situation. I don’t have to sleep. I just keep reading all this stuff about the Oracle, and how often they chose to sleep because it helped them connect to their powers, but I don’t feel like it’s doing that for me. It’s just a lot of nightmares about the past. It feels like I’m doing something wrong.”

Jawbone speaks up, “Kiddo, I don’t think there’s a right or wrong way to go about this. You’re still really young. To compare yourself to people with centuries of experience, it’s not fair or productive. But you know, maybe bring this up with your therapist on Thursday, and see what she thinks about the pros and cons of letting yourself experience these dreams. Regardless, I don’t think worrying about the big picture stuff needs to happen tonight. Why don't you just try and relax and stay calm tonight, and we can talk about it more tomorrow, or not, if you don't want to."

"Yeah, ok. That makes sense."

Sandra Lynn stands up. "Alright, I have to go to work early tomorrow, so I think I'm going to go back to bed. I would recommend that all three, actually," She glances over at Ayda, "given that Ayda appears to be wearing the same clothes as yesterday, four of you try and get some sleep."

The girls all chorus affirmatives, and Sandra Lynn goes to leave. As she passes Aelwen, still hovering in the doorway, Sandra Lynn subtly squeezes her shoulder. Jawbone also goes to leave.

"Am I all set to leave, kiddo? It seems like the gals have got you covered." He ruffles Fig's hair.

"Yeah, I'll be ok. Thank you."

"Just doing my job, sweetheart." Jawbone kisses the top of Adaine's head. "I love you.”

“I love you too. Goodnight, dad.”

Jawbone’s eyes well up and he pulls Adaine into a tight hug. He stands back up and smiles at the girls. “Alright, try to keep the shenanigans to a minimum, ok?”

“Look, my guy, I don’t know what you’re trying to imply,” Kristen leans over the back of the couch grinning combatively at Jawbone, “but we are the reasonable ones.”

Fig laughs, “Yeah, we never get into shenanigans. That’s all on the boys.”

Jawbone smiles wryly “Uh-huh, goodnight, girls.”

He leaves to a chorus of “goodnight”’s.

“Ok!” Fig lies down with her head on Adaine’s lap and her legs sprawled across Kristen. “Soooo…” Fig looks up at Adaine. “I don’t want to push you, but do you want to talk about your dream?”

Kristen turns her body towards Adaine, putting her arm up on the back of the couch. “No pressure, but you know we’ll listen if you want to.”

“Oh, yeah, we can talk about it. It was about what happened to me in the Nightmare Forest.”

Fig’s eyes widen, “Oh, shit.”

“Yeah.”

Kristen sighs and nods, “I guess we never really talked about what happened to us.”

Fig sets her face resolutely, “Well, let’s talk now. We might as well. Fear is fake, right?”

Just then Ayda, who had been watching quietly from the floor pipes up. "Would you like me to leave?”

Adaine frowns, “Why would I want you to leave?”

“I thought perhaps you might want to only be with your friends.”

“Ayda, you’re my friend!”

“Right, yes, of course, you are my best friend.”

“You’re my best friend too!”

Wonderful. I meant the friends who were in the forest with you.”

“Oh, well, you were there too. We were all separated. Ayda, if you want to stay, I want you to stay.”

“It will make you feel better for me to stay?”

“Yes.”

“Then I will stay.”

“I’ll go first,” Fig offers, her face completely neutral, “I don’t mind.”

Adaine looks down at Fig, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’ve told people before. Ayda and I have talked about it. Honestly, telling you guys will actually be a big step towards confronting those fears, so I might as well.”

“Ok. Yeah, I mean if you want to tell us, I think I’d like that.”

Fig sighs and closes her eyes, “Ok, settle in.”

As Fig begins to tell her side of the story, Adaine’s shoulders relax a little, as she’s comforted in her friends’ willingness to share, and from across the room, Aelwen notices this and slips back up the stairs to the tower.

The girls talk the night away, confessing the horrors they experienced in the forest. Fig cries when retelling how she saw herself in Ayda’s nightmare, Kristen has the group gasping when she tells them how she punched Helio, and in the first time Adaine has ever really told the group about what happened with her father, had everyone looking frankly murderous.

A deeply sad look crosses Kristen’s face. “I honestly think the worst part of it for me wasn’t losing my god or even my spells, although I will say that sucked because I felt like I had fucked everyone else over massively, but the real worst part for me was when Tracker found me. Because I know she was possessed and didn’t mean the things that she said, and we’ve talked about it, but when I went invisible she was screaming all these things about how I was selfish and how it was always about my faith journey and nothing was ever about her. I didn’t really have time to process it in the moment, but it cut deep, because she said it and I knew she was right. It is always about me. And you know, we talked about it for a long time, and obviously she’s off on her own now, but I have felt guilty about that, and I did ask her if she wanted me to go with her, and I guess I learned that we kinda have different ways of dealing with stuff like this. ‘Cuz she said no, and at first, that felt like a scary bad thing, but the whole reason I couldn’t go was because it has to be her thing. Like on my journey, I needed support, but her thing is that she really values her independence in a way that I’ve never really understood as someone who has always been a part of a close-knit community. But Tracker has been on her own for a long time, and she told me that although she liked supporting me on my journey, she needed me to support her from a distance because she needed the journey to be wholly her own.”

The girls nod somberly and Fig says, “Well, I think it takes a lot of trust to respect that decision, and I think you guys are doing really well.”

“Yeah, I know, it just makes me feel like I’m a bad partner for not seeing that she felt that way before. But we talk about that and her journey as much as possible, and we’re working through it together, so it’s ok. But yeah, that was the worst part for me. I just love her so much and the idea of me hurting her...” Kristen shudders.

Fig sighs, “I mean, it’s hard to pinpoint the worst part because it just hit all my deepest insecurities, but honestly, I think the worst part was mom shooting me. I know I played it off, but it sucked. I’m really insecure about my relationships with my parents still, and I’d already fucked up and gotten my dad stuck in a ruby again, and Gilear kept getting killed, and my mom and I were finally getting closer, and then she shot me and I KNEW it wasn’t her. Logically I knew that, but like...the way she said she was awake...it just felt so much like her. I just felt her ripping out my heart. But I know it wasn’t her. It was just the hardest part.”

“Weirdly enough the hardest part wasn’t my family stuff. I mean that stuff was so deeply painful, but I had been preparing for it for perhaps my whole life, but certainly for the whole trip. The worst part was confronting myself and confronting the idea of me being unloveable. Which obviously ties into the family stuff, but yeah. That was hard. Because that is truly what I most worry about, but I hate thinking about it, and up until that moment had tried to suppress those thoughts entirely.”

“Well, we love you, Adaine.” Fig reaches up to touch Adaine’s hands which have been gently stroking Fig’s hair, “And it’s so shitty that you had to go through that, and we all had our dark moments, but I hope you know that we’re here for you, and if you wanted us to we would kill your mom in a heartbeat.”

A laugh that clearly comes as a surprise to even Adaine bubbles up from deep within her chest, “Thank you, I know. I love you guys.” She glances over at Ayda, who is fully asleep on the floor.

Fig glances over too and smiles, wrinkling her nose, "She hadn’t gone to sleep. She’s been researching a new spell, and you know how she gets. It’s a mission to get her to even eat, but I will say I did manage it a couple of times, so I’m proud of that.”

Kristen nods, “That’s great. You two are so good for each other.”

Fig beams. “I know!”

The girls talk away the rest of the night, just rambling about everything. At some point, Fig and Kristen end up openly sobbing about how much they love their girlfriends. At another point, all three of them end up cry-laughing while recalling their first fight together, how horrifically executed it was, with Fig being out most of the fight, Kristen fully dying, and Adaine killing Doreen. One by one, they fall asleep, Fig first, then Kristen, and then finally Adaine decides to, at the very least, trance for a few hours.

Adaine comes out of trance to see Fig staring up at her.

Adaine raises an eyebrow and whispers down at Fig, “What?”

Fig grins and whispers back, not at all suspiciously, “...nothing.”

“You have never looked more up to something in your entire life.”

“I’m not up to anything!”

“Suuuurrreee, Fig.”

“I’m not! Let’s make breakfast!”

“What?”

“We should make pancakes for everyone!”

“I can’t cook.”

“Neither can I! It’ll be fun!”

Adaine glances over at Kristen who is slumped uncomfortably over the back of the couch and Ayda who is now fully curled up in a ball on the floor. She sighs and shrugs, “Fine!”

“Yessssss!”

The two of them extricate themselves from the couch and creep across the room to the kitchen.

“Where’s my crystal? I’ll look up a recipe.”

“No! We’re winging it!”

“What?”

“It’ll be more fun!”

“That’s not fun, Fig!”

“Yes, it is!” Fig starts pulling bowls out of the cupboards.

“Shhhh! You’re going to wake up Kristen!”

Fig grins and keeps pulling random things out. Adaine begins reluctantly helping. Cut to about thirty minutes later, both Fig and Adaine are covered in flour, have batter in their hair, and are sobbing with laughter. Fig knocks a spoon off the counter and it clatters loudly to the floor.

“Fig!”

Fig doubles over with silent laughter, “Sorry!”

Kristen stirs and looks up, groaning, “What the fuck?”

“Look, you woke up Kristen!”

“Noooo!!! The surprise!”

Fig and Adaine dissolve into hysterical giggles. Kristen looks over at the still sleeping Ayda and then back to the chaos in the kitchen. She sighs, rolls her shoulder and grimaces, and then stands up and walks over to the kitchen.

“Are you guys cooking?”

“Yes, Adaine and I,” Adaine snorts, “I haven’t even said anything yet! Adaine and I are making pancakes for everyone for breakfast.”

“I have honestly never seen either of you cook before, and this is fascinating. Why are you covered in flour?”

Fig sighs, “Look, Kristen, things happen…”

Adaine rolls her eyes and puts her hand in Fig’s face, “Fig exploded a bag of flour on us.”

“NO!”

“Yes!”

“It’s more complicated than that!”

“Ok!” Kristen sits down at the island, “Do you guys have coffee?”

“Yup!” Fig pours a cup of coffee and slides it across the island to Kristen.

“Did you spike this?”

“What?!”

“Figueroth Faeth,

“The Infaethable”

“Fig.”

“Kristen.”

Kristen sighs deeply, “Figueroth Faeth, The Infaethable, shoot me straight,"

“Mmhmm.”

“Did you spike this coffee?”

“No, Kristen, I’m not an alcoholic! It is six o’clock in the morning,”

“WHAT?!” Kristen looks at the clock on the microwave, “Fuck! No wonder you guys are acting stoned! You got what? An hour of sleep?”

“Kristen, I feel like you have a lot of anger that you’re directing towards me, and I’d like you to chill out. I didn’t spike the coffee and I got at least two hours of sleep.”

Kristen raises an eyebrow and glances behind Fig. “Your pancakes are burning.”

“What? No!”

“Fig! That is the tenth pancake in a row! Let me do it!”

“Back the fuck off, Adaine! You monopolized the batter making-”

“Monopolized?! You refused to use a recipe and exploded a bag of flour!”

“Why on earth would you not use a recipe?”

“That’s what I said!”

“It’s more fun this way!”

“Neither of you know how to cook! Also, if you don’t move that pancake you are going to burn the house down.”

“Fuck!” Fig frantically cleans up the pancake, and Adaine shakes her head.

“Fig PLEASE!”

“No!”

“Just please let me do the pancakes!”

“NO! I’ve got this! Hey, Kristen?”

“No.”

“Kristen!”

“Ok fine, Fig, what do you want?”

“Hypothetically,”

“Oh god…”

“No, hear me out! Hypothetically if I were to have put salt in the pancakes, how much would be a good amount?

“How much did you put in?

Adaine facepalms, “...we should have used a recipe.”

“It’s fine! Like only a...tablespoon?"

"A teaspoon or a tablespoon?"

Adaine, still rubbing her temples, "It was a tablespoon."

"Fig! That is so much salt!"

"I just...look, I feel like you're being really judgy and…"

"Judgy?!"

"Yeah!”

“You put a full tablespoon of salt in your fucking pancake batter, Fig!”

“Go to hell, Kristen, ok? Do you want to go? I’ll take you there. We can go right now! I let Bill Seacaster sell all my dad’s stuff, but I’m pretty sure the house is still there!”

“Yeah? You’re going to send me to hell?”

“Yeah!”

“I’ll bless water and throw it on you, bitch! I’m a saint!”

Adaine gasps, covering her mouth and doubling over, giggling. Fig’s jaw drops, “WOW!!!”

Adaine, still doubled over with laughter, hisses “Shhhhh!!!”

But it’s too late, Ayda stands up rubbing her eyes. “Fig? Are you alright?” She looks at the three girls in the kitchen and tilts her head to one side. “Why are you covered in...flour?”

“Kristen is threatening my life!”

Ayda squints, “Is this hyperbole?”

“NO!”

Kristen is laughing hysterically. Adaine pulls herself together enough to say to Ayda, “Technically, no. Kristen did threaten Fig’s life, although it is a bit of a question as to whether her threat would actually be effective. However, even if it would have worked, she was joking.”

“Um, I wasn’t.”

“Kristen.”

“I wasn’t joking! She threatened to send me to hell, I threatened her with holy water! It’s fair!”

“I am very confused as to what is going on.”

Fig says, much louder than she really should considering it’s six-thirty in the morning, “Honestly, me too, Ayda. This started as one thing, and now I feel like it’s completely devolved!”

“You devolved it! You’re the most chaotic person I’ve ever met! This was all you!”

“GUYS!” Everyone looks at Adaine, “We are going to wake everyone up.”

“Adaine, you’re right. This got out of hand, and I-”

Kristen takes a sip of coffee and cuts Fig off, “Aaaannnd, that’s another burnt pancake.”

“WHaT?!” Fig whirls around and starts attempting to save the pancake, “Fuck! Warn me next time, Kristen! God!”

Adaine buries her face in her hands. “Fig, please let me do it.”

“No, I have everything under fucking control!”

“You clearly don’t.”

“Shut up, Kristen!”

Ayda looks even more confused and says, “You have answered none of my questions, and in fact, have only created more.”

Kristen sips her coffee and pats the stool next to her. “Yeah, welcome to the club, Ayda. Have a seat. Do you want some coffee?”

Fig turns back around from the pancakes and points at Ayda, “Ayda, do not sit next to my MORTAL ENEMY, Kristen Applebees!”

Adaine bursts back into laughter, “Mortal Enemy?”

Kristen snorts and says, “Yeah, hold up, Fig, I thought your mortal enemy was Fathethriel.”

“Oh fuck…” Fig looks at Adaine. “Can you have more than one mortal enemy?”

“I wouldn’t know. I’m immortal so technically all my enemies are technically immortal enemies.”

“What? I…” Fig sighs, “Ayda, can you have more than one mortal enemy?”

Ayda considers this, “That is certainly an interesting conundrum, but technically I am also immortal, so I suppose I don’t know either.”

“Ok, well, I guess if I have to pick one of you to be my mortal enemy, I guess it’s Fathethriel.”

Adaine giggles harder. Fig glares over at Adaine. “Why is that funny, Adaine?”

“I just...I feel like you hate Fathethriel a little more than he deserved…”

“No! That guy sucked!”

“I know, but-”

“He was an asshole to Ragh, and he tricked me! He’s terrible!”

“I know, but I just think maybe he doesn’t deserve mortal enemy status…”

Fig and Adaine start arguing about whether Fathethriel is the embodiment of evil, and are really starting to get into it when Kristen starts interrupting.

“Fig.”

Fig ignores Kristen.

“Fig.”

Adaine glances over at Kristen but Fig continues to ignore her.

“Fig!”

“What?!”

“Pancake.”

The pancake is very burnt and is almost smoking. Fig fully yells at the top of her lungs, “DAMN IT!!!”

Adaine grabs Fig’s arm. “Fig! SHHHH!!!”

There’s a light popping sound and Aelwen teleports into the kitchen looking panicked. “Is...are...is everyone ok?”

Fig slaps a hand over her mouth. Adaine groans and says, “Yeah, we’re all fine, Fig’s just being chaotic.”

Fig grimaces and whispers, “I’m so sorry.”

Kristen, starting to look genuinely concerned, pipes up again, “Fig that pancake is about to go up in flames.”

“Shit!”

Aelwen sighs, visibly relaxes, and then turns to leave again. “Ok, well that’s good. I’ll leave you to it.”

Adaine immediately stops glaring at Fig and turns to her sister. “You can stay if you want! We have pancakes and coffee.”

“Oh...well if you want me to stay…”

“Please do.”

“Ok.” Aelwen tentatively sits down at the island next to Ayda.

Kristen slides a cup of coffee across the island to Aelwen and raises an eyebrow at Adaine. “So which burnt pancake are you going to force your sister to eat?”

Adaine begins picking through the stack of blackened pancakes. “No, I'm pretty sure there's a couple of salvageable ones."

Adaine finds a passable pancake and gives it to Aelwen. Aelwen takes a bite of the pancake and although she doesn't make a face she does seem to struggle to swallow a little. She smiles and nods at Adaine. “It’s not bad.”

Kristen leans forward to look across Ayda at Aelwen. “It’s not?”

Aelwen looks back at Kristen completely neutrally. “No, it’s not.”

Before Kristen can say anything else, Fig looks over apologetically at Aelwen. “I really am sorry I freaked you out, Adaine and I were just talking about the asshole that helped you escape in Fallinel, and I got really mad.”

Aelwen doesn’t typically show a lot of emotion around anyone except Adaine, but at that, she visibly cringes. “I’m very sorry about that whole situation. I stole your father.”

“Oh, yeah. You did.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, honestly I was more upset about how he used Ayda to trick me because yeah, it sucked losing my dad and I did feel awful about that but also like...I’d already fucked up with my dad by putting him in that gem in the first place, and what was happening with Ayda was new and good, but you didn’t have anything to do with what he said, that was all him. So yeah, I appreciate the apology, but we’re good.”

“Ah, I see. Well, I’m still very sorry for whatever mental anguish I put you through, be it directly or indirectly in Fallinel.”

“Um, thanks.”

There’s an extremely awkward silence, just five teenage girls around a kitchen island surrounded by the smell of burnt pancakes and the unsavory memories of the past.

This intense moment of introspection is shattered by the screech of the fire alarm.

Everyone jumps, Adaine even screams a little, and before anyone can even process what’s happening, Aelwen shoots a Ray of Frost across the island, seemingly at Fig. Fig manages to jump out of the way, and the Ray of Frost hits and freezes the pan with a completely black, heavily smoking pancake in it.

“My apologies, Fig. The pancake was on fire.”

“Um, it’s fine! How do you turn off a fire alarm?”

Adaine whirls around, “I don’t know!”

Kristen gets up from the island and starts opening windows. “Sandra Lynn is going to KILL us.”

Fig groans, “I know!”

Adaine is still looking around, wide-eyed, “I told you this was a bad idea. You should have let me do it.”

Ayda is standing just outside the kitchen looking up at the wall and grimacing. “I think I have found where the noise is coming from.”

Fig looks over, “Really?”

“Yes, should I destroy it?”

“No, no, no!” Fig runs over, “There should be a button you can push.” She points up at the alarm, “There!”

Ayda reaches up, wings lifting her up off the ground slightly, and she turns off the alarm.

Everyone relaxes, and for a moment there is calm.

“What the FUCK is going on down here?!”

The girls all whip around to see Sandra Lynn standing in the doorway, bow readied, looking frankly murderous. Before anyone can answer, Jawbone appears in the doorway with a fire extinguisher.

“Where’s the fire?”

Kristen is the first to be able to speak, and says, “There’s no fire! There’s no fire! Aelwen put it out! Everything is fine!”

“Everything is fine seems like a bit of a stretch, gang,” Lydia Barkrock appears in the doorway, arms folded, but looking more amused than anything else. “Not going to lie, there’s a lot of smoke, and everyone is covered in flour, but you know, no fire is good for sure.”

Sandra Lynn sighs and puts down her bow. “Ok, help me understand what happened here. Because it is seven am, and the goddamn fire alarm just went off.”

Sandra Lynn looks at the girls with such authority and power, that immediately Adaine and Kristen say, in unison, “It was Fig!”

Fig gasps dramatically, looking extremely offended, “Guys! What the fuck?”

“Fig…”

“Mom.”

“What are you doing?”

“I wanted to make breakfast for everyone!”

“Fig, sweetie, you have never cooked anything in your life.”

“I know! But you have to start sometime! I’m going to be an adult soon…” Sandra Lynn snorts, but Fig continues, offended, “I AM! So anyway, I thought today was the day!”

Adaine holds a plate out to Sandra Lynn, “Do you want one?”

“No thank you, Adaine.”

Kristen looks at them, “Are you sure? They used a completely normal amount of salt in it.”

“You know what, Kristen, I’m good. But why don’t you eat it? A completely normal amount of salt? How about you have some?”

There’s a moment of tension and silence as Sandra Lynn and Kristen stare down. Jawbone smiles a little and goes to put away the fire extinguisher, and Lydia snorts and comes into the kitchen.

Kristen finally breaks eye contact and grabs the plate “You know what, I will eat it. We shouldn’t waste food. You know, the swamps…”

“Yeah, for sure.”

Kristen takes a bite of the pancake and manages to chew it twice before dropping the plate on the counter and running over to the trash, immediately spitting it out. “Oh my god! That’s fucking poison!” She turns around on Fig and Adaine. “There is so much more wrong with that than the salt! What the fuck did you do?” She pauses, realizes something, and then turns to Aelwen. “How the fuck are you eating this?”

“It’s not...it’s fine.”

“It’s inedible!”

“I…”

Jawbone walks over and puts a hand on Aelwen’s shoulder. “You know, you don’t have to eat something just to be polite. You’re allowed to say no.”

Aelwen glances around for a second, and then visibly relaxes, “Oh, thank god.” She grabs her coffee and swishes it around her mouth. She looks at Adaine pleadingly, “I’m so sorry.”

Adaine gasps, “Why did you eat it if it was gross?”

“I just...I don’t know, Adaine. I don’t know how to be a normal person.”

Kristen nods, “You know what, though, I don’t think any of us do. We’re all pretty traumatized.”

“Right, my apologies, I don’t know how to be a kind person.” There’s a moment of silence as everyone looks at Aelwen. “I don’t! I’m working on it, but I don’t know. I don’t know where the line is. Saving your little sister, stopping the Nightmare King, they may not be easy to do, but it’s easy to say that they’re good. They’re moral. But what’s kind? In the tiny little everyday moments? I don’t know how to find that.”

Adaine stares her sister in the face, “Yet. You don’t know how to find it yet.”

Jawbone smiles, “That’s very true, Adaine. Now, everyone is awake, so why don’t we clean up the kitchen and make some actual food.”

Lydia nods, “Yeah, do you kids want to know how to actually make pancakes? Because I’ve got a killer recipe if you want it.”

Fig looks over at Sandra Lynn. “Mom?”

Sandra Lynn sighs, “If you clean up and promise to follow what Lydia says, yeah. Fine.”

Kristen grins, “Oh, you don’t want to help?”

“I’ll shoot you straight, Kristen, I never really made breakfast. That was always Gilear.”

“I’m sorry, turkey crackers and yogurt guy?”

Fig’s jaw drops, “Kristen! We don’t talk about the turkey crackers!”

“I will never stop talking about the turkey crackers!”

Adaine nods sagely, “The turkey crackers were gross.”

Fig glares at Adaine, “You didn’t even EAT them! Also, he was trying his best!”

“The idea of them was gross.”

Kristen jumps in, “They were also actually gross.”

“ALRIGHT! I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I feel like whatever the context is, the problem might have been a lack of resources over anything else.”

“Tell ‘em, mom!”

“Ok, Fig, just...chill out for a sec. Gilear is a good cook, and I feel like maybe that time where you all were living at Strongtower wasn’t the best reflection of that, but I also think maybe let’s table this conversation, get everything cleaned up, and eat something, because I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Kristen pulls herself together. “You know what, she’s right. The vibes got weird.”

Adaine rolls her eyes, “The vibes always get weird.”

Lydia laughs, “You’re teenagers! It’s in the job description. Now, let’s make some pancakes!”

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 fantasy high #fantasy high #adaine abernant #fig faeth #kristen applebees #ayda aguefort #jawbone oshaughnessey #sandra lynn faeth #lydia barkrock #aelwen abernant #aelwyn abernant #how do we spell her name #no one knows #fanfic #my fanfic #my writing #writing #fantasy high spoilers #dimension 20 live spoilers #tw: ptsd #tw: night terrors #idk how i feel about this honestly lol #lmk #i dont really write a lot of stuff like this #idk #inspiration hit me

[grade-a-masochist]

This is basically me ranting about William's growth, soooo

I—Wilhelm, Willy; you have grown so fucking much. He is just so caring??? Like, he sure as hell ain't flawless or anything but he's so gentle to Noora when she needs it. The "You're just anxious scene" had me literally choking. And well, them just napping together as Noora gradually relaxes is way too much for my heart.

(I swear the background music for Skam is always fucking flawless)

Wait, why's he getting up from under her?? Willy? Wilhelm, you're so tender but what are you doing? If he leaves I might actually scream. He's doing too well to fuck up now. Willy, why are you grabbing the laptop? Y'all I'm scared shitless.

Is he—wait, is he writing the article for her to fucking help her?? Oh my god. He could've opened her messages but he didn't even think about it, just closed it and went back to thinking—this is astronomical development. He is writing the article! Dude, articles might be mildly fun but mostly they're brain-numbing and more than a little stressful so if someone did this for me, I'd consider marrying them ASAP.

Get yourself someone that stares at you like dear Willy over here stares at Noora, tbh. That is a weird ass way to wake someone up but it's funny as hell, OML. Ah, the callbacks and parallels. 15 hours??? Damn.

He's making sure she quits isolating and sees the people that'll make her feel better, and he could've chosen the tightest or shortest dress Noora owned, for his convenience, but he chose a very pretty and frankly pretty conservative dress? The kind she would wear? Even if she called it ugly? (Which, I agree with Willy—she looks great. Even if she's depressed.) The ribbon is both thoughtful and strangely funny, man.

This guy is fully prepared to pick her up the moment she texts him and honestly, Wilhelm, you rock right now. "Just tell me when you're ready." His development is so noticeable and so pleasant to see, as he supports her and tells her that there's no pressure, he's here, he loves her, and he's staying with her. OMG SHE SAID IT BACK!

I really am fucked, aren't I?

#william magnusson #noora saetre #noora x willhelm #william x noora #noorhelm #skam norway #skam og #spoilers #oh my I learned their names #that usually means I'm done for #edit: yup done for

[jess-rewatches-prodigalson]

Episode 13: Wait and Hope

Here are my thoughts

SPOILERS AHEAD

1:00 - I love this scene. I know it’s all in Martin’s head but I really wish Malcolm was this honest with Martin all the time. Plus it shows that Martin is aware, on some level, that he’s been hurting Malcolm for years. 

2:19 - Okay. A couple of things here: 1) Something about having Under Pressure play right now is genius. It’s fun yet truthful. 2) Listening to Mr. David and Martin’s exchange is really interesting to me. It’s almost like Mr. David is friends with Martin. I mean Mr. David is being way nicer than a professional respect requires. AND 3) Watching Tom Payne do planks/yoga is very attractive. Dang. 

3:00 - So, we get a close up of 5 thin, tall pill bottles here. In about 4 seconds, when Malcolm is throwing pills into his mouth we will see 4 pill bottles of varying heights and thicknesses. So one of two things is happening 1) these scenes weren’t filmed on the same day and someone in the props department goofed or 2) Malcolm takes 9 different pill bottles worth of meds and this is just round two. BUT considering the 4 bottles of varying thicknesses reappear when Jessica shows up - I’m going to assume this is some minor on-set goof that they figured no fan would be neurotic enough to care about. They were wrong. I care deeply. In fact - I really want to know exactly what pills Malcolm takes. 

3:11 - So is Malcolm’s fridge empty because he just got out of the hospital? Because there was definitely food in there during 1x5 when he made grilled cheese with Dani. And there were frozen foods in his freezer in 1x8. Does Jessica stock the fridge/freezer? Is that why there’s usually food? Because it’s cannon that Malcolm doesn’t eat much... I’m way too invested in the contents of Malcolm’s fridge. Furthermore - I love the fact that Malcolm reaches for a handful of of licorices from that massive container - it’s just weird enough to be completely endearing and totally in character for Malcolm. It implies that there is no other dry, perishable foods in his loft - because you know, he could’ve eaten some dry-cereal or instant oatmeal here. But nope. The boy goes for candy. Why do I love this dysfunctional lunatic? He can barely keep himself alive.

3:21 - I love that Malcolm watches Ainsley’s reports like a Good Big Brother. I mean, given Malcolm’s job, he probably would watch the news daily regardless of who was reporting it. But there’s something just so sweet about the fact that he watches Ainsley instead of any of the other reporters. Ugh - something about it just warms my cold, dead soul. 

3:41 - hahahaha Ok. We all love the white suit because it’s weird, funny as hell, and just the right amount of attractive - but why does no one talk about the shoes? Malcolm isn’t wearing socks. He’s become one of those hipster dudes who wear fancy shoes without socks. I’m loving it. ALSO why is no one admiring Jessica? This woman is so extra that she knows her grown-ass son’s suit measurements and goes to buy him a suit that fits perfectly without his knowledge. Then she forces him to wear the white suit out of the house. It’s just. Wow. I love her. 

3:50 - I love that Jessica totally only bought that suit for Malcolm because she didn’t think he would be caught dead anywhere near the precinct in it.

4:09 - Check out the look that Malcolm gives Jessica here. He’s sad. He’s sad and feeling guilty that he’s worrying his mother. That’s why he put on the ridiculous suit for her. That’s why he’s not getting mad at her for waltzing into his apartment unannounced (again). That’s why he’s letting her fuss over of him. Because he wants to make her feel better. 

4:28 - This. This is why Jessica is being extra. She knows that if Malcolm is left alone he will skip his flight in order to achieve a “staycation in New York”. And if he takes a staycation he will inevitably end up hanging out at the precinct; working. She’s being extra but it’s justified - she’s trying to ensure that Malcolm takes care of himself. She said it herself - she doesn’t need him to love her, she just needs him alive. Right now - Malcolm is scaring her because she’s not so sure he wants to live. She’s not an idiot, she knows that Malcolm won’t take care of himself unless she literally removes him from the country, effectively taking away all of his opportunities to work. So. She. Does. 

4:31 - Soooo is no one going to talk about the fact that Jessica is pushing Malcolm out the door - with luggage - while his meds are sitting on his counter?!? Has she checked that he has meds packed in secondary containers? Just seems like something that Jessica would stress about, especially in Malcolm’s current mental state.

4:46 - I love this. Jessica called Gil to come and pick up Malcolm. The one person she knows Malcolm won’t fight about his vacation. He’ll whine but he won’t fight Gil - not after their fight last episode. This also implies that Gil and Jessica had a long discussion about forcing Malcolm to take a vacation due to his current mental state. They totally had a parenting conversation about their grown-ass child and I am living for it. I also want to hear it.

4:54 - I’m not sure we’ve seen Gil this happy since he greeted Malcolm during the pilot. It’s precious. When Gil says he’s proud of Malcolm I’m pretty sure my heart grew two sizes. Why can’t we have more soft moments like this? 

5:00 - This scene in the car is awesome. Malcolm is pouting like a petulant child and Gil is doing everything in his power to convince Malcolm this vacation will be good for him. It reminds me of a parent trying to get their toddler to eat vegetables. 

5:06 - “We all just want you to be happy.” Did you hear that? It’s the sound of my heart racing with joy. Malcolm looks confused and hurt after Gil says it. Almost like he’s not sure how to be happy or who this “we” includes. Gil can see right through it - look at the concern on his face.  

5:15 - hahaha When Malcolm hears the word “DOA” his face lights up like a Christmas tree and Gil’s contorts with annoyance. You can almost hear an Gil think “This is why we can’t have nice things” in an exasperated voice....also it is JT’s voice on the radio right? 

5:22 - I love how Gil caves here. He starts the conversation stern but you can see that the minute that Malcolm says “I’m taking care of myself” he starts to waver. Even though you can tell that Gil knows Malcolm is lying through his teeth it’s the sincere desperation and hope in Malcolm’s eyes that make Gil cave.

6:04 - haha this is so great. I love watching Dani and JT tease Malcolm because a) it’s funny but b) it’s making Malcolm happy. Look at Malcolm’s smiles. He’s so happy to be included in this banter and he knows they’re teasing him out of love rather than hatred. Plus look at how amused Gil looks watching his kids interact. ALSO - side note - JT’s outfits are awesome in this episode.  

6:45 - Can we all just take a minute to appreciate how far JT and Malcolm’s relationship has come? JT couldn’t stand Malcolm in 1x1. Now they’re casually squatting next to each other talking about guns. JT even looks impressed when Malcolm mentions owning a gun like the one they’re looking at. You can see that this conversation will continue later. JT wants to know more about Malcolm’s weapon collection. My heart is full. 

6:47 - Edrisa teasing Bright is a real turning point for her character. It’s hilarious. Plus, watching how amused JT, Gil, and Dani are at Malcolm’s expense is awesome BUT 1x1 Edrisa would’ve never made jokes like this about Malcolm. She’s getting over her school girl crush and their relationship is developing past professional and into friendship. I’m a fan. 

7:14 - How much time has passed since the end of 1x12? Malcolm looks a lot better than he did last episode. He looks happier, more relaxed, way less manic....and you know, no cast on his hand. 

7:18 - Look at Gil when Malcolm says “The Tale of Monte Cristo”. That’s a look of recognition. Gil knows that Malcolm loved that book. I want to know why. We know that Martin was the one to read the book to Malcolm. In about ten minutes Gil will ask Malcolm to tell him about the plot because Gil doesn’t seem to be familiar with it. Did Gil watch a mute Malcolm read it countless times after Martin’s arrest? How does Gil know that Malcolm loves this book?

7:55 - Look at Malcolm’s face when Gil tells him that he’s still going on vacation. He looks so annoyed at the fact that Gil is going to take away his fun. I almost feel bad for him - but Gil is right, our boy needs a vacation.

8:00 - I don’t care if it’s crazy that Malcolm would hear the click of the landmine and react before our US armed forces veteran JT. I don’t care if it’s insane that the whole room didn’t blow up while shaky hands was holding the unstable landmine. I don’t care that there is no way JT got that vest on Malcolm without having Malcolm accidentally trigger the mind. I don’t even care that the fact that Malcolm answers his phone without blowing up is ridiculous. I love this scene. It’s amazing. 

8:24 - Look at how panicked and scared everyone is. Look at how our sweet, neurotic Edrisa takes charge of her medical staff - this is a side of her I’d like to see more of. Check out the fear present in Gil, JT, and Dani. They’re not scared for themselves - they’re scared for Malcolm. 

8:40 - Gil’s fury and concern here are perfect. He’s scared out of his mind that everyone in the room is going to blow up but he’s still present enough to be pissed that Malcolm is making jokes about his own life. Even though Malcolm often uses humour as a way to mask his pain and fear. It’s just confirming Gil’s belief that Malcolm’s mental health is in shambles, that Malcolm needs a vacation, and that Malcolm is seriously depressed right now. 

8:43 - Malcolm’s brave mask is slipping. He’s looking more and more scared as this scene progresses. Look at the utter disbelief and horror on Dani, JT, and Gil’s faces when Malcolm suggests that they all leave him to die. They know he’s in a bad place mentally but they’re still shocked that he’s being so caviler about the importance of his life. They’re horrified that Malcolm still doesn’t truly understand how important he is to their team. 

9:00 - Are JT, Gil, and Dani even processing what Malcolm is saying? They all look so shocked and concerned that Malcolm is still trying to talk about the case when he’s literally holding a live mine that I’m pretty sure they aren’t truly processing to Malcolm’s words. But seriously, look at the terror and concern in their eyes. It’s heartbreaking. 

9:20 - Look at the way that Gil has to lead Dani out of the room. She’s frozen in panic and fear. Gil sees it and thinks “Oh hell no. I’m not losing 2 kids today.”

9:26 - Malcolms eyes here. That is mania. That is terror. That is the beginning of a panic attack. My heart is breaking but I’m also living for the whump. 

9:34 - More proof that Malcolm is suicidal. He thinks he’s going to die but he picks up a call from his serial killing, manipulative father who has, for all intents and purposes, scarred Malcolm and emotionally abused him? Yo. That’s not right. ....but I will say that the fact that Under Pressure starts playing again does something good to my heart. 

9:49 - More proof that Martin is a monster. His son tells him that he’s holding a live mine and Martin is more excited than concerned. Hell - Mr. David looks more concerned about Malcolm than Martin does. It takes a minute for Martin to realize that Malcolm might die. I will give Martin some credit here - once the realization sets in he does look a little scared that his son might die. Once again, I’m having a hard time figuring out if Martin actually cares about his son. 

10:33 - He. Jumps. Out. A. Window. What a move. 

10:48 - I love the team’s reaction to Malcolm falling on the Le Mans. They all look concerned about Malcolm BUT they also each have different secondary reactions. JT looks impressed. Gil looks like he can’t figure out if he’s panicking more over his car or his kid. Dani just looks shocked. 

11:00 - That’s pure unfiltered relief on the team’s faces when they see that Malcolm is conscious, lucid, and talking. I’m in love. The only problem I have with this scene is that no one even mentions any injuries that Malcolm inevitably got from this for the remainder of the entire episode. 

11:22 - Why is Martin allowed in these therapy sessions? They just feed his narcissism and give him an audience. He doesn’t let anyone else talk. 

11:40 - I love that even the other serial killing prisoners look done with Martin. 

12:12 - 1. Poor Hector. 2. Hector is “always Malcolm” OMG. How often does Martin turn these therapy sessions into a fantasy production of his relationship with Malcolm?!?! THIS IS NOT HEALTHY WHY IS THE PRISON ALLOWING THIS!?? 

13:30 - Can we all just take a moment to revel in the fact that Martin Whitly is such a bad person that even Hector - a prisoner in a serial killer prison - is afraid of Martin. I don’t blame Hector either. Look at how downright nasty Martin gets when things aren’t going his way. 

13:48 - soooo everyone changed between the crime scene and coming to the precinct? JT used to be wearing a burgundy shirt, Gil was wearing a black (maybe navy?) turtle neck and Dani was wearing a green T-shirt (not the green blouse she’s wearing now). With Malcolm it makes sense. Did everyone else just change because they were dusty? At 18:26 you can see that they all have different jackets too...Ok. I’ll accept it....WAIT. I assume Dani, JT, and Gil have changes of clothes at the precinct? Does Malcolm too? Or is Malcolm wearing what he had packed for his vacation? 

13:53 - Poor Gil. He loved that car. Look how sad he is. :( Look at how guilty Malcolm looks about it in the background. He looks so sad and scared. He’s looking at Gil like he’s waiting to get screamed at. :( I mean Gil’s obviously also upset that he watched Malcolm throw himself out a window but I don’t think Malcolm sees that.

14:15 - hahaha Malcolm is getting so excited about this story and Gil just does not have the patience for one of Malcolm’s manic rants right now. Check out Dani - she is living for Gil’s annoyance at Malcolm’s rant. 

14:44 - “It’s my father.” This is concerning on a couple of fronts. It’s concerning because of how completely drained Malcolm looks when he says it. Malcolm just looks done which is scary because not 2 minutes ago he was bouncing around with energy. That dramatic of an energy change that quickly is not healthy. Our boy needs a vacation. Also, check out the fear and concern in Gil’s eyes right after Malcolm tells him that Martin is on the phone. Gil is scared 1) because of Malcolm’s behaviour but 2) because he doesn’t think Malcolm can handle Martin right now - it’s part of the reason that he and Jessica were trying to get Malcolm into a different time zone and country for his vacation. Finally, Dani looks concerned too. I’m honestly surprised she didn’t reach out and hug Malcolm because it looks like she really wants to. 

15:00 - Gil was scared before now he’s panicking. You can see that he’s worried about why Malcolm would answer Martin’s phone call when he thought he was going to die. The “I was in a weird place” comment is not reassuring. You can also see that Gil is scared of what the phone call’s effect was on Malcolm’s already fragile mental state. I have a feeling that Malcolm’s current behaviour is reminding Gil of when Malcolm started visiting Martin in prison at age 11 which is scaring Gil too. Gil’s probably just waiting for Malcolm to completely shut down and go mute again. 

15:06 - I love this move. JT and Dani are concerned and a little scared to talk on the phone with Martin Whitly but Gil stands firm. He’s not letting his emotionally fragile kid speak to Martin Whitly alone one more time today. He’s too afraid of what Malcolm might do to himself if he’s alone with a Martin phone call. I love the gentle but firm way that Gil reminds Malcolm that he’s not alone. That the team is here for him. I also love that Gil is honest with Malcolm - he doesn’t know if this is a good idea because he’s not sure he should be letting Malcolm talk to Martin at all right now. 

15:24 -  I want to point out that Martin is not chained to the wall here even though Mr. David is in the room. Is that allowed? You can actually see his restraints lying on the floor, unattached to him at 16:43. Martin is technically staying behind the line though. I just want more details about when Martin is and isn’t chained to the wall. 

15:30 - This conversation is really interesting to me. Malcolm looks uncomfortable throughout the whole conversation. It’s as though he doesn’t want the team to see how dysfunctional his Dad and their relationship truly is. I love how confident and calm Gil acts and how freaked out JT acts. I love that Dani gets over her fear really quickly and is casually looking up stuff on her phone in the middle of the conversation like nothing weird is happening. This woman is a treasure. I find it interesting that Martin is peacocking. He’s having the time of his life because he’s talking to a larger audience and Mr. David looks so done with him. I love that when Malcolm starts showing obvious signs of discomfort and frustration the whole team starts shooting him concerned looks as they watch the effect that Martin has on his son. It’s heartbreaking and perfect. I’m in love. 

17:01 - hahaha Malcolm hanging up on Martin is amazing. Malcolm is so scared that his dad is going to ruin his relationship with one of his only friends. Look at Malcolm’s face right after he hangs up - he looks detached and scared. Dani sees it too - check out the way she jokes with Malcolm afterward. She’s trying to reassure him that they’re good and it’s not his fault. Hell - JT and Gil given Malcolm some concerned looks at the end of this scene as well. I think the whole team is riding the “Malcolm is more depressed than usual and he needs a vacation” train.

17:38 - Look at how proud Jessica is here. It’s sweet. I wish she were this affectionate to Ainsley more often. Ainsley needs it. 

17:55 - This is heartbreaking. Jessica is so lonely. She misses her social life. She really lost everything except Malcolm and Ainsley when Martin was arrested. 

18:25 - This is such a messed up, convoluted set up. The dude is going to die by sword. Dang. This show is weird. Why do I love it so much?

18:55 - When Malcolm takes off his coat, the team looks very concerned and confused. I’m genuinely surprised that Gil didn’t have JT take Malcolm outside with force. They all had looks on their faces that said, “Our boy is passively suicidal. He’s going to try and kill himself again. He must be stopped.” And when Malcolm tells them that he’s going to “save this guy” they look so shocked and resigned like “of course that’s what you’re doing. You are a giant moron with no sense of self-preservation.”

19:37 - “Who are we going to call? The department of falling sword death?” hahaha Gil looks so done with Malcolm’s bullshit. 

19:42 - I want more information on this one. Malcolm throws axes...competitively. Why? When and how did he get into it? It’s the most obscure hobby I can think of. 

19:56 - Am I supposed to believe that JT and Dani carry wire cutters on all of their cases? Because I don’t. 

21:00 - The way that Malcolm looks at Gil here is concerning. It’s almost as though Malcolm is just realizing that Gil is still in the room. Malcolm has become so consumed by the case and his mania that he forgot that Gil was in the room. 

23:08 - This is so freaking cute. JT is going to watch the wedding with his wife. She’s going to wear a hat. JT looks so happy and excited about it. I don’t think he cares about the wedding but he cares about his wife and that just makes me happy. And Gil looks like “I work with weirdos. All of them.” My heart. <3

24:16 - Gil is so annoyed that Malcolm is lying to his mom. You can see that Gil is also grateful though - it was his responsibility to make sure Malcolm got on that plane and an angry Jessica is a scary Jessica. 

25:00 - William called the George Taylor? Dick move.

25:50 - For once can Gil please just call out Malcolm for projecting his personal issues onto suspects? Can we please just see Gil confront Malcolm about it? 

26:20 - Why does Malcolm know so much about bootlegging? 

27:00 - “They’re thinking Ecuadorian” hahahahaha OMG. Malcolm needs to stop using humour to hide his pain and fear but it is damn funny.

27:50 - Dang. Gil is a badass. Malcolm looks so grateful to Gil here. <3

28:30 - Gil has had it with Malcolm avoiding his vacation. This is full on dad mode right here. Gil is worried. Malcolm isn’t taking care of himself. Look at the way Gil guides Malcolm out of the precinct. Ugh. I’m in love with the father/son moment here. 

29:00 - I love how vulnerable and honest Malcolm consistently acts around Dani. Look at the pain in Malcolm’s face as he admits his problem with going on a vacation. Dani looks sad and concerned for Malcolm but she doesn’t judge him. She just comforts him with a stupid joke and lets him skip his flight. That’s true friendship. I stan this woman.

30:30 - This whole interaction between Martin, Dani, and Malcolm is awesome. Martin is ecstatic with the extra large audience. Dani looks a little scared at first but she really holds her own against Martin. She’s feisty, brave, and determined to do her job. Plus the concerned looks she’s giving Malcolm when he starts talking about the camping trip are A++. 

32:05 - I love how angry JT gets during interrogations. This boy really supports the law. 

33:15 - Ugh. Martin is so shady. He has a history of acting like a happy, sarcastic, manic dude who may or may not be lying to you. But then in the same conversation he will become either a) angry and threatening or b) serious and kind. It actually looks like he’s trying to convince Dani that Malcolm is the bad guy here - not him. That look of pure hatred that Malcolm shoots back at him is worth it though. Also - hell of a lot of foreshadowing for the next couple of episodes. Like dang.

33:45 - “You can take her shopping my boy. On me!!” ....I’m sorry does this mean that Martin has money somewhere? Jessica was rich. Martin was not. Something tells me that all of Martin’s money should’ve been spent on defence attorneys. Is he getting paid for his consultation work? Is that even a thing? OMG. I have so many questions about this. 

34:00 - That is a very angry and disappointed father. Malcolm is in so much trouble for not going on vacation. I’m living for it. I also love that even though Gil is so angry at Malcolm he still reluctantly helps him because Gil is a Good Man of the Law. 

34:30 - hahaha this is precious. Malcolm looks so shocked by Dani’s beauty here. Almost like he’s noticing that she’s a woman for the first time. AND Dani’s reaction is so cute. She’s flattered, a little awkward, and a lot happy that he thinks she’s pretty. Also - can we please take a minute to admire how respectful Malcolm is to Dani here. This boy has manners. Dani is not his girlfriend and she’s not an object to be catcalled at. So he calls her “amazing”. Not beautiful or sexy or hot. Amazing. A completely respectful compliment from a man who is not dating Dani. I love this. 

35:00 - Well Dani - he was going to tell you that you’re really pretty and he has feelings for you..and you probably guessed that...sorry. I ship Brightwell.

35:17 - hahaha Malcolm is like “Damn. I’ve been exposed.”

37:50 - I feel really bad for Jessica here. Can’t this woman go to one (1) social event in 20 years and have to be judged for Martin’s misdemeanors?!? This poor woman just wants to enjoy legally herself and no one is letting her. 

38:06 - JT sent Dani those pics....soooo he’s at home with Tally watching this right? Somehow I think JT’s night has become more interesting than he thought it would be. 

38:45 - OMG. This speech was hard to watch. Malcolm is awkward, manic, and totally projecting about his daddy issues. Despite all of this, all I can think about is JT and Tally watching this on a TV somewhere staring at Malcolm in horror/amusement. 

39:06 - Poor Jessica. She had one request. “Don’t embarrass me.” She looks utterly mortified. 

41:30 - I love this. I love how happy Malcolm just made Jessica. I love watching Jessica be proud of Malcolm. It’s so sweet. 

42:10 - This conversation between Malcolm and Ainsley is precious. Ainsley isn’t a bad person. She makes some bad decisions but she loves her family and I’m so proud of her for doing this for her Mom. My heart grew about 6x watching Malcolm be proud of his little sister. 

Sorry....this one got REALLY long. Thanks for hanging out if you have. Happy Prodigal Monday!! :D Hope you’re all going to watch 1x19 tonight! 

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[jjungkooksthighs]

finally got enough time to read yearn for you and girl!!!!! where do I start from? first of all, I'm sorry you did not receive enough love for this fic but I'll try my best to try and express all the gratitude for you. ok so, this is gonna be messy because english is not my first language and I'm a bit dyslexic so forgive me😔... I remember reading edacity and thinking damn! she can write! and got soooo hooked on the way you write. then I stumbled on claws of carnality and I already told you anything I had to say about this fic: a masterpiece. then I decided to read undercurrent (I couldn't read it straight away because of how long it is and how hectic life could be) but then again, what else could I have expected from you? the way you described the scenes (don't wanna spoil anything if people didn't read it yet).. it was like I was there (this applies for all of your fic but this one has something different to it? can't really describe it, I'm sorry). you are such a talented writer, so elegant, so eloquent, so detailed, so entrancing, so attractive in a way? so when you announced you were going to post another story I was thrilled! and you delivered, god, did you deliver. I was so frustrated with jk at the beginning of the story, you pulled me in your story with just a few sentences.. but at the story went, I felt so content because of how you described their relationship, the trust they have in each other, the desire to please the other, the love you can basically feel through the words and when I was reading about the flashback, I could feel the love. I also loved how even if he is a hard dom, he is so whipped for her... when she stands after he strips her and he sees her kick her heels off and he grins? my heart beat a little faster, don't ask me why. I loved how even if jimin was there, he could also have not been there at all and the after care? the way he is basically going around, calling her his fiancee, love them. at the end, my greedy, curios brain (and heart, who am I kidding) wanted more lmao. I have a few questions if you don't mind.. what happens with taehyung? because he was a bit of a brat, trying to get in her pants and then complaining when he got a bit left out? honey, you got a big storm coming. will you ever write little drabble for this couple? like, how did he propose? not gonna lie, kinda curious about the dress he picked out for her for the gala.. no pressure tho baby, feel free to ignore this part. I also loved how he called her petal and flowers and how he didn't even think twice about buying the necklace. want something like this for me, it would be the life, having someone you love who loves you back and is always ready to remind you... anyway, this is all for today, gonna go read yean for you a few more times now☺️🥴. hope you are having a good day, we love you💙

Your english is very impressive for someone that doesn’t speak it primarily, darling. You don’t need to apologize for being dyslexic, either. You can’t help that and should not apologize for something beyond your control. Anyway, you found me through Edacity, huh? It’s always interesting hearing about how you guys find me, I have to say. That one was written in a lust filled craze following the video that the gif used for that fic was recorded from. Manbun Jungkook really took my pussy (and fingers) and said WORK FOR IT. Ugh, he’s just so hot istg I really couldn’t help myself when I wrote that fic, lol. Anyway, it’s cute that you cycled through like all of my fics and I’m glad that you liked my work enough to keep reading through everything that I had posted on here! I will say that Undercurrent is very precious to me because it’s the very first reader x member fic that I wrote and posted to Tumblr. I love that story so much and I’m so elated to know that you appreciated it as much as you did! It took about two weeks for that like YFY, but every time that I sat down to write it, I just would smile like an idiot whenever I’d read through it at how cutely I encapsulated the lovers to be in their feelings for each other. 

Truly, who else writes a damn novel for their first ever fic? Gah, I am still so soft over Undercurrent. That fic is like my first child, lol. It is very special to me. So is COC, but we all know my sentiments about that fic at this point. I feel like I’m being annoying with it, but the self-consciousness and insecurity about that one still persists and whenever I hear about it from my readers, I get nervous because I have this lingering anxiety that more negative comments will be given on it. Well, this ask isn’t about COC, so I should move on, I think. Sorry about that mini-rant, anon!

Switching back to YFY, Jungkook’s personality in this one is a little different than what I have done before and I am glad that you liked the way he’s built in terms of his characterization. I wanted to show a Jungkook that was so in love with you that he is willing to give you anything you want (even if that means fucking another man) while also staying true to the possessive creature that we all know he is in real life. He adores reader very much and because of that, he just wants to see her happy at the end of the day. She is a constant in his life and gives him stability where the world would fall apart under his feet and he cherishes her for that for sure. I adored their relationship just as you did because they care about each other so much and each one of them just wants to please the other always. It’s funny that you say that Jimin could have not been there because the person that commissioned this fic from me actually wanted just a CEO!Jimin fic in the beginning, lol. Kook wasn’t even factored into the story in the initial stages and it actually was going to be a hybrid CEO!Jimin fic where he goes into heat while at work, but that idea was never fully fleshed out because Jungkook had to come out with his D’ICON stuff and really, it was over for me when I saw that video of him in the leather fit. 

I talked to my commissioner about it and she was more than eager to have Kook involved in the fic (even though she originally thought that I would not go so far as to write 31.5k words worth of shit that Kook was responsible for over 22.3k for before Jimin even makes an appearance, lol. I couldn’t really help it being the Jungkook slut that I am, but hey, it brought such sin out of it and I can’t apologize for THAT because it was too much fun to keep writing the lewd escapades of reader and her fiance that loved his future wife too much to deny her of anything so as long as he is part of it. 

As for Taehyung, well...let’s just say that Jungkook had a nice “chat” with Taehyung and the two ended the discussion with Jungkook sat in his office while Taehyung got to listen to a recording of reader fucking herself with Jungkook’s name falling repeatedly from her lips. Taehyung may or may not have had a tent in his pants while Jungkook gave a cruel smirk and when you’re summoned to his office, let’s just say that Taehyung gets a nice show while Jungkook fucks you over his desk. Now, this is done AFTER Jungkook orders you to bind Taehyung’s wrists with his tie so that he can’t do anything while he watches, his lips drawn between his teeth the entire time that Jungkook fucks into you like a crazed man. When it’s all over and you lie boneless on the desk, Jungkook eats the sandwich you brought him off your stomach before eating you out and let’s just say that when Taehyung leaves the office, his cheeks have never been more red both with embarrassment and rage. 

Wow, I really let myself keep going with that, huh? I guess that shows just how much I’m fond of YFY, lol. 

I would consider writing a drabble for YFY, but that would have to be commissioned as I am facing a financial crisis right now and can’t really afford to spend time writing anymore unless I will be compensated for it! It’s very sweet to ask that because it shows me you want more of this story and that’s very heartening to know!

As for the dress, I would be more than happy to show it to you if you message me (you can go through anon again if you prefer) once more with that question because this ask is already really long! 

Also, I’m pleased to know that you liked the pet names! I have a weakness for them, you see, so you’ll find an abundance of that in just about everything you read from me. 

It would be quite a life to have a man like YFY Jungkook in it, wouldn’t it? You would never want for a thing with him, that’s for sure. You also would never feel deprived of attention or love because he’d readily relinquish both to you 24/7. I wanna swoon over YFY Jungkook because he’s just so dreamy, isn’t he? 

Anyway, I am so happy to hear you liked the story. Thank you for reading my work and taking the time to say all of that, lovely. It really makes my day so much better when you guys tell me things like this and I can’t thank you enough for being nice enough to let me know all of this!

[lizzybeth1986]

Quick Thoughts on Is This The Real Life or Is This Just A Very Bizarre Fantasy?

• Here are the tags to block if you don't want to see this post on your dash: #long post, #trh quick thoughts, #trh qts, #trh qt reblogs.

• It's...Chapter 10. Often known as the midpoint. I know TRR isn't exactly the most nuanced series out there, but you know what used to happen by midpoints here? Important plot stuff that had buildup and development prior to it happening.

• Funny enough all three chapter 10s so far had something to do with Constantine! Book 1's had him announce he was stepping down and making Liam king, Book 2 had the reveal that the conspiracy against the MC was his idea. And then he actually dies in Book 3 Chapter 10. Now that he's no more, I guess they brought back another asshole dad to take his place.

• PB if you were really in a mood to bring back Bertrand's dad the least you could have done was build it up properly. You had an entire freaking chapter to at least build up on the Beaumont family relationships and issues! Yet all we see is that motorcycle with a hint that never fully gets told and very little besides that.

• Like, the narrative usually takes soooo much time to build everything properly, right? With chapters and chapters of hints? Look at all these things that you built up over chapters and sometimes over books: Liam's issues with his dad...The whereabouts of Savannah...Drake's connection to Bastien...Drake's mom's ranch...Drake's special relationship with his dad...Drake's duel...Drake's secret wedding...oh.

• Screenshots:

Hana: The Abhirio YouTube channel

Drake: @thefirstcourtesan and the BizzysChoices YouTube channel

Maxwell: @itsbrindleybinch

Title: The Beaumont Bachelor Bash

Alternative Title: Proof That Drake Is Undoubtedly Leona's Nephew. Even When He's Trying To Be Nice.

• Now Playing As Bertrand.

Wh - what...?

Okay but this is probably a tiny section and then my MC will come and save the day, right? Right?? I mean it's happened before (one of the most recent times we got a Bertrand PoV was in a Chapter 10, in fact!)

• ...how the hell did a motorcycle fit inside THAT BOX?

• I know, I know. It's mentioned time and again that the package is huuuuge. But that's...not the kind of packaging I'd be expecting for something that large. It wouldn't be SQUARE, at least.

• Okay wait. What was Maxwell panicking and stress-dancing about again? Bertrand isn't cottoning on to this plan as quickly as Maxwell/the LI was implying in that text.

• Okay wait so their great plan for the BBBB was...Bertrand putting away his cutlery and..."roughin' it"? Aren't bachelor/ette parties supposed to be catered to the guest of honour's needs?

Or is "something you want" only meant for Savannah? Because Hana actually read up and did research and tried to cater the entire party to whatever Savannah liked - not drag her along for something that wasn't her thing with "expand your horizons!" as an excuse.

• Like me, Bertrand doesn't fully trust his brother-in-law's motives.

• Wait what.

.• Bertrand is getting a new outfit. Oh he's wearing it already. Okay good. Must be free!

•

WHAT. WHAT. ARE YOU TELLING ME I'M NOT SEEING ESTHER FOR THE REST OF THIS CHAPTER

• I am NOT buying Bertrand new clothes. I didn't buy any last book, and I'm not going to start buying them now. Even if I didn't buy him the swanky maroon sweater last book he somehow wound up wearing it anyway in the finale. I'm sure he'll survive and they'll probably let him wear it for free some other time lol.

• Drake leads the boys to a nearby river, hoping to catch some fish that they can cook for dinner later.

• Bertrand gets...a dilapidated fishing pole. While everyone has prepared enough to get their own, perfectly alright ones. Drake is truly from Leona's bloodline, giving Bertrand stuff that'll make his task difficult (remember how she gave Bertrand a really rough horse to the country fair?). "I just wanted you to believe in yourself", my ass. You're doing this for your own entertainment.

• Also wasn't Maxwell organizing this party? Why does the end result look so much like Drake's idea? Or maybe the boys are splitting the activities between each other or something idk.

•

• That's a...puffer fish?

• The funniest option is the choose to grab Drake because Bertrand calls him "the Aggressively Rustic Drake" haha. It means of course that Bertrand will not get a fish but that's okay, Drake and Liam catch more than enough for dinner.

• But if Bertrand DOES catch that big fish his chest is all puffed out in pride and he notices no one else caught a fish as big as his 😄

• You can TELL Liam chose the next activity, because it's so aggressively Cordonian 😂 You need to shoot an apple with a weapon (preferably a bow and arrow, but the game offers you a rifle and an ornate gun as well).

• Of course I went ahead and shot Drake with a rubber bullet. Sorry Bertrand but I'm sure you can get your Knight-Marksmanship and Honorary Defender of the Realm award in a kinder person's playthrough 😅

• It's a nice scene, quite reminiscent of the first half of Maxwell's armoury scene last book, which involves Maxwell and the MC playing the same game.

• Now that we're done with the apples, it's time to bring out the bubbly!

• "This is not my bachelor party," says Drake when a surprised Liam asks him about why there's no whiskey. Coulda fooled me dude I've never heard of people giving the groom a dilapidated fishing pole to fish with for that kind of thing. I mean like more than 90% of this entire plan seems to cater to your tastes more than his.

• Bertrand (about the bubbly): This is from an excellent region of France!

Maxwell: Which one?

Bertrand: ...Champagne.

😂

• It's now night, so time for some...idk heartfelt man-talk or something.

•

It starts out with the main LI speaking about Bertrand and Savannah's relationship, praising them for how far they've come and there is some emphasis on the fact that they have Bartie. This leads the LI in question (if they're there) to talk candidly about their relationship with the MC and their sadness that they aren't pregnant yet.

- Liam: Speaks of how amazing the MC is and wonders if he's putting her through too much pressure on his Queen with the expectations of an heir.

- Drake: Very similar to Liam's, but this time Liam apologizes for forcing them into this kind of pressure and promises to withdraw it if that's what they want. (Liam will allow it, the narrative won't!)

- Hana: Since neither of the women are there, the conversation goes straight into Liam wondering if he did the wrong thing by placing that much pressure on them, and Bertrand reassuring him that both are phenomenal women and any child they bring up will be a worthy successor to the throne.

- Maxwell: From what @itsbrindleybinch was telling me, there's no discussion about Liam's offer or the pressure from him! The conversation is more centered around his fear that he might screw up in parenting...to which his brother has some of the best responses:

Istg when the writers really allow for those two to blossom on their own, the Brothers Beaumont dynamic is fantastic. I loved both responses from Bertrand.

I'm still wondering why there isn't much from Liam about the pressure he's placing on them, though! I mean, Maxwell and his wife are put under the same amounts of pressure so you'd expect Liam to speak up there too, right? (correct me if I'm wrong, because I can't find a full playthrough of Maxwell's route anywhere).

• The discussion slowly progresses into one about Bertrand's love for Savannah and not knowing how to show it properly to her...to which Drake responds that Bertrand needs to SHOW what he feels and maybe do a big dramatic gesture like the ones you see in romcoms (racing through an airport to confess your love, or confessing it while standing in the rain)...lmao I love how big gestures are something Savannah wants for herself but somehow she can't do the smallest things to help Bertrand feel more comfortable in her own damn home.

• Also I need to laugh at how desperately the writers are now trying to show us how "open minded" Drake is LMAO. TRR Drake looked down on his nose on practically all things not macho (including authentic Chinese food and pink cakes) and now they're making it sound like he's a romcom fan and willing to experiment with a tutu.

• Not buying that serenading scene. I didn't handhold Bertrand into telling Savannah about the Beaumont finances, nor did I handhold him into proposing. He did pretty okay without my help so far.

• The serenading scene has two main components (besides the logistics of communicating and then climbing up to her window) - telling Savannah his feelings and then singing to her. The first main options include suggestions from the boys:

Liam: Very sweet and romantic, with the kind of flowery language you would expect from Liam, and that Bertrand feels so comfortable with that he smiles as he says the words.

Drake: Very much, "I was an idiot but now I've come to my senses and I'm the luckiest man ever because of you" which...sure I can put it down to bias for his sister but now it just annoys me when I hear this. Esp during a time when he's claiming he actually likes Bertrand now.

Maxwell: Is just so fucking funny 😂

Bertrand: Savannah, I'm here because you're my...boo???

Maxwell: Trust me! Keep going!

Bertrand: Ahem. You are my boo, and I'm your...okay I'm not going to say that.

Savannah: What are you saying???

• For actually serenading her with a song you can either choose to go sweet and romantic, or you go "sexy", which tbh seems to be the funnier option because most of it is Bertrand muttering MmmMMmMmmm in place of all the sexy parts. Which is funny considering he and Savannah conceived a child atop an office desk of all places way before any of us even got to KISS our LIs 🤣

• Savannah is happy, Bertrand is happy, the boys are all back in the camp where they'll be spending the night. There's a tiny bit of "foreshadowing" in the ensuing conversation since Barthelemy is mentioned, but very much in a "Dad would be proud of you" way. I put that word "foreshadowing" in quotes coz there is very little it gives us, as opposed to how other things that have received foreshadowing were built up.

• Uh oh. BEAR ATTACK. From Kenna's pet-bear-from-Aurelia's descendant. Who somehow ended up in the woods in Texas 😂

• Drake tries to distract the bear, and Bertrand can either join him or go with Liam and Maxwell who are leading the way to an alternative location.

• We're out in the wilderness somewhere, and getting back to our tents is a diamond option. It's a fun diamond option though, and it doesn't involve me doing any unnecessary matchmaking.

• Liam is the strategist who makes a battle plan. Why don't I get to see him do these kind of things in his actual job PB!! Drake "knows the most woodcraft" and will therefore make a good scout, both he and Liam can draw the bear away, and Maxwell's hitherto-unseen present is now their secret weapon. Bertrand isn't sure about this plan but goes along with it anyway.

• Everything goes as per plan, and Maxwell unleashes the "secret weapon": Bertrand's beloved Cavilieri Novanta 9S motorbike. There's a small hint about him having to perhaps give it away or sell it when his father, well, did whatever he did, and Maxwell somehow traced it and got it back. I'm kinda certain that bike may feature in Bertrand's flashback if he's having one next chapter. Bertrand is emotional AND ecstatic, learning again to control his bike and to enjoy being on it.

• The best part of the bear scene, is when he uses his Duke of Ramsford voice and gives the bear the ole what-for 😂

(Bottom four screenshots from BizzysChoices' YouTube channel!)

• Even the bear could not withstand the severe tongue lashing LMAO. Bertrand has the option of ending this...um...verbal duel by telling his furry opponent to tell his children he has been bested by a Beaumont.

• The bear slumps back home in shame, but Bertrand is worried about what other tests Drake has in store. 'Tests?' Drake says innocently.

•

You're forgetting the part where you constantly blamed Bertrand for everything, knowing full well your sister made her fair share of mistakes. Or the part where you pretty much sabotaged an investigation just to stroke your ego about Bertrand getting her pregnant. Or the part where you repeatedly made it clear that you thought he didn't deserve Savannah. Or the part where you made him cluck like a chicken just before he proposed, just so you could have your moment to gloat. Or the part where you would shoot looks at Bertrand if he even so much as hinted your sister wasn't perfect. Or the part where your aunt kept making snide remarks about him, disrespected him, and gave him a rough horse, while you and your mother and your sister stood by and watched. And NOW you claim that the only person doubting Bertrand is BERTRAND?

Yeah. Well...tldr:

• My gosh. The amount of retconning happening here is giving me a headache.

• Like...I like that Drake can be nicer to Bertrand now and that most of the tension is gone. But let's not act like Drake wasn't knowingly adding fuel to the fire before??

• Anyway, the boys tell Bertrand they are proud of him and proceed to sleep in their tents or wherever they've chosen to sleep for the night.

• PB gives Liam the very, very rare chance to remind Drake that he grew up in a palace. Doesn't mean much, but I'm fairly happy.

• FINALLY. Esther's home and I can finally play as her again!

• If you bought the serenading scene, there are a couple extra lines showing Savannah and Bertrand looking super super happy.

• There's an old man at the door.

• BARTHELEMY???

• Neither of his sons even look like him. And it reads as if Bertrand is less surprised about the possibility that Barthelemy is alive than Maxwell is. What's going on.

General Thoughts:

• Alright, so it looks like this week we will be exploring the Beaumont family history, looking into why Bertrand lost his zest for life and ended up taking care of the estate when all this time his father was actually alive, and how the Beaumonts wound up so poor. There had better be a substantial amount of Maxwell because he's not been getting a lot of attention this book.

• I'm wondering if Barthelemy's return will cause Bertrand and Maxwell's insecurities to rise again, and we'll probably need to help them through that or something.

• Looks like the next chapter might have a young!Maxwell scene or Maxwell's first diamond scene, or both? Idk. I can't say for sure because I don't exactly trust the team on these things.

• There were...elements of the chapter that were good, I'll give it that. Bertrand's got an interesting narrative voice. You can tell it's him by the way he uses titles, by the way he speaks when he is proud of something he has achieved, the language itself that is heavy in its bearing. The scenes were fun from what I've seen. The bonding was good. Problem was...in a better book this wouldn't have been so irritating and such a sign of how not into the most important things about this book the team is.

• Since they had the time and the ideas, why the hell was the buildup to this reveal so flimsy and half-baked? I mean if you're going to give Bertrand an entire freaking chapter, shouldn't you have been using at least that space to have Bertrand speak a little more about Barthelemy? Or build it up earlier? All this time we'd had to deal with Savannah's griping and complaining and Leona's snide remarks, we could have spent learning from Maxwell a little about his family.

• Usually buildup to a lot of these things happen through hints over chapters. But this? Little to none. Maybe like two half-sentences said just before the reveal. It's all kinds of shitty, and it's what happens when the most important Beaumont is a Walker.

• I'm also pretty surprised Liam doesn't get to apologize to Maxwell the way he does to Drake about the royal heir thing.

• So the Walker Ranch chapters started around Chapter 6, and might possibly end around Chapter 12 (with a detour to Auvernal around Chapter 9). That's 5 whole chapters + one more to tour the States itself.

• I know the original idea was to do an epilogue book revolving around the Walker ranch, so there's obviously a lot more clarity in those chapters than in the others. But that is still no excuse. If they were going to change track they should have been doing it properly. There's no excuse for this kind of selective laziness especially when it's been manifested countless times before.

• I also find the whole idea of revolving the epilogue book still pretty problematic. At the core of it that would be more of Drake and his family (which was already happening honestly) and it would mean they are absolutely front and center of everything. If the original idea was to focus fully on the Walkers...yikes.

• Yeah honestly, this chapter was pretty iffy for me. And I'm not exactly very enthusiastic about writing for it, or playing the next chapter.

• Also! For those who didn't see it, this past week I'd been working on an essay about the treatment for Kiara and Penelope in TRR Book 3, and it's here below in case you haven't read it and you want to!

To Be Not Heard: Kiara, Penelope and the Question of Validation.

• Alright! On to the next chapter.

If you like it and want to discuss it, I'd be only too happy to read your comments! 😀

#long post #the royal heir #trh quick thoughts #trh qts #bertrand beaumont #maxwell beaumont #king liam #drake walker

[idksupernatural]

Long Way Home: Twilight Zone (Part 1)

a/n: Here's the first chapter!! I'm soooo glad that we were able to post this. I'm really exited to see where this series goes and how it takes off. I have so many ideas for this series. So make sure to stay tuned!!

Summary Series: The Winchesters, Dean, Alex, and Sam, live in an abusive household since they were put into foster care. Eric and Rachael have been their adopted parents since they were put into foster care. Since senior year has come and Dean and Alex are turning 18, Eric and Rachael have been putting the siblings in bad situations ever since summer break and the year prior. What will happen one night everything turns upside down in a blink of an eye? What will happen if Dean is handed his siblings life?

Chapter One Summary: When Dean has to confess a secret he has to Alex, it turns out fairly well. 

Word Count: 2,454 words

Series Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only! under aged smut. Fluff, angst, swearing, alcohol intoxication, underage drug use, underage drinking. Heartbreak, crying, flashbacks, nightmares, trauma. Description of child abuse, domestic violence, self-harming, and rape. Stress, mental breakdowns, anxiety attacks, depression, suicide attempts. Description of blood and injuries, hospital scenes, near death experiences, more warnings. I can go on forever. 

Chapter Warnings: Fluffy Dean, swearing, angst, drunk!Dean, underage drinking, nightmare, mentions of domestic abuse, mention of self-harming(slightly), stressing over Dean being drunk. Slight mention of homophobia. Let me know if I’m missing any more warnings for this chapter. 

Characters in Chapter: Dean, Alex, and Michael. Mentions of Cas, Sam, Charlie Bradbury, Rachael, and Eric. 

This fic goes out to @katehuntington and her 1k celebration, congrats!!! I used ‘Twilight Zone’ by Golden Earring for this fic. Hope you like it. :)

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'Ask anyone in this school about being a freak and they'll point to me, no questions asked. They always wonder why I'm this way, having a twin brother who rules the school, catching all the ladies, and a nerd of a brother who's too good to be here, who I say is way smarter than me, even though I'm at the top of my classes. But they don't know, and don't want to know, why I am who I am. When it comes to sex and partying, they're all over me and still can't figure out why...'

I type down the words on my computer, trying to let go of my problems. Cas said it would help me lift some pressure off my chest because, apparently, he does it every night to help him calm down. I call bull, but he insists on it. Without even noticing, Dean comes up to the top bunk and closes the computer on me. I barely move my hands out of the way before it slams shut.

"Hey," I screeched, putting my computer under my pillow.

"Bed time, loser," he said, laying down next to me.

I was trying to get comfortable on the bed, noticing Dean doing the same. This only meant one thing, and I wasn't in the mood.

"I was wondering if I can sleep with you and maybe. . .we can talk?" he asked, whispering so they couldn't hear us. I pulled a face at him telling him what I was thinking so he got the hint.

"We-we don't need to talk, I-I actually have to. Can you just, maybe, listen?" He stuttered over his words. Something must be up because he always stutters when something is bothering him. I changed my expression quickly, slightly smiling to make him comfortable.

We settled under the blankets, the room already dark from when Dean closed the door. I could hear Sammy's light snores from the bottom bunk, telling me he was out like a light.

Dean was hesitant to talk to me. His face was open like a book and I could easily read it in the sliver of light that was slipping through the window.

"You know you can talk to me, right? I'm always here for you and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I just don't know how to say it," he said, cutting me off, clearly thinking of what he wanted to say.

"Okay, so," he began. I pulled his hands into mine, squeezing them, letting him know that I was here and that it was safe. "I'm kinda dating Cas. Actually, we've been dating since the summer, and. . .and I couldn't keep hiding this from you. If you're not okay with it, then tell me straight up, I'll be fine bu-"

"Dean, why wouldn't I be okay with it? You always seemed happy with him since we were small. You guys always give each other that look when you see each other, I'm surprised you didn't start dating sooner! I'm happy that you're together. You have someone who can love you," I said. Deep down, I was doing a little happy dance because Dean was so carefree whenever he's with Cas and I'm always happy to see him happy. They've been giving each other googoo eyes since the fifth grade and it's been painful just watching their endless pining.

"Wait, so you're not mad?" I nodded rapidly. "You're completely okay with this?"

"Yes, I am Dean! Quit worrying," I said, trying to reassure him. "But," I began, and his happy expression dropped, "you can't let Eric and Rachael know about this. They will murder you, and that's not going to happen on my watch." I pulled him into a side hug.

"Yeah, I know that much," he sassed back, and I could feel him roll his eyes. He squeezed me tightly.

We layed in each other's arms, and just like every time this has happened before, we found it comfortable. I breathe in his scent, forever familiar in my head. Whiskey (he drinks it a lot, but I don't say anything), oil that hasn't quite come off of him after his shower, and this one smell that I couldn't quite describe, but it was just the smell of Dean and that's all I needed to know.

I could feel sleep overtaking me, the darkness consuming me. Before I let the darkness engulf me fully, I feel Dean lay a lingering kiss on the top of my head.

"I just hope you'll be happy too," he whispers into the air.

Finally, I let the darkness consume me.

I pounded on the door for what seemed to be the hundredth time, growing more annoyed with Dean.

"I've been out here for the past five minutes," I shouted, "hurry and wrap it up!" I pounded my first harder on the door, surprised they have not started to hurt.

I can hear mumbling on the other side of the door, and seconds later he comes out, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Dude, you reek of sex and that isn't the way we want to walk into the house. You know that place is a madhouse! It's already two a.m. and we were supposed to be home at ten forty-five. I'm really glad Sammy asked to sleep over at a friend's house tonight," I scoffed furiously, grabbing at his arm. One look into his eyes and I knew we were fucked. He was drunk. Of course he's drunk! He gave me that smirk, that cocky and full-of-shit smirk, and oh my GOSH I just wanted to punch it right off his face.

"Y'know, y'look. . . y'look funny when yer mad." His voice was higher than it was supposed to be, his words slurring together. He tried to go in for a hug, giggling intensely.

"No, no, no. No hugs Dean! You look like you've been to every sex club in existence, you smell like a bar, and-are you even listing to a word I'm saying?!" I gripped his arm harder, trying to pull him with me to no avail.

"Nope." He popped the p and gave me a goofy smile. God, he looks so happy right now, I thought. I wish I could make him look this happy everyday.

"Okay," I patted him on his shoulder, sighing and loosening my grip on his arm, "okay."

We started making our way downstairs. I grabbed our coats and my purse that were in the hallway closet before I headed back to Dean, who was sitting on the couch, his eyes drooping from drowsiness trying to take over his body.

"Come on buddy, time to get up." I lightly shake him awake. He squinted his eyes at me.

"Uuugghh I don't wanna gooo!" Dean whined. I pursed my lips and rolled my eyes.

"Well boo-hoo your ass. I was down here watching everyone, and by that I mean I was watching everyone making out with each other, sitting here waiting for you." I pulled on his arm, but he wouldn't budge. Then, I smirked at an idea that popped in my head. "If you don't get your lazy ass up, we won't drive in Baby."

Dean's eyes grew wide, and he stood up immediately, swaying. I steadied him, giving him his coat. He stared at it and giggled, and I rolled my eyes and took his hand, leading him to the door.

I open the door, the air stinging my face as I practically dragged Dean behind me, a trail of giggles and nonsense leaving his mouth. I walk to the top of the steps leading down to the sidewalk, stopping at the sight I see.

The yellow light from the streetlamps illuminates the scene of my friend, Charlie Bradbury, kissing some random girl. I stumble, taking a few steps back, and I feel Dean bump into me.

"Shwoops!" Dean exclaimed loudly, startling Charlie and her. . ."friend."

Charlie stares at me for what feels like forever. I wait for her to say something, anything, but she says nothing. I clear my throat and make it down the steps with Dean clumsily following behind me, a weird feeling in my stomach. I mean, it's not like I should care, It's not like she's my girlfriend. We're only friends! And it seems like she was enjoying her make out sesh with whoever that was. . .

I shake my head to clear my thoughts, dragging Dean behind me. He yanks his hand free from my grip and walks in front of me to reach the car, kindly opening the door to the passenger's seat for me.

"M'lady," he says, drawing out the y, bowing down to me, stumbling over his feet. I rolled my eyes, thinking to myself, Why, God, why do I have to be related to this dumbass?

Dean stood upright, his hand fumbling in his pocket to get his keys. Once he got them, he attempted to swirl them around his finger, but ended up with the keys on the sidewalk. He giggled and said, "I'mma drive." I sighed, annoyed, and picked the keys up from the sidewalk. I pushed Dean into the passenger seat, receiving a giggle in reply. "Yer, thehe, really fhu. . .fhunny, d'you know that?"

"Yes, Dean, I know that we established this already. Now c'mon, we need to get out of here," I said, patting his shoulder and reaching out to close the door.

"Okie dokie," he said, laughing quietly as I closed the door.

"This is why Sammy likes me better," I muttered under my breath, heading to the driver's side of the car and getting in.

"You ready? Because I am," I stated to Dean, closing the door behind me and turning the ignition on. When I heard the rumble of Baby's engine roar, I knew we were set.

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We stopped by an abandoned parking lot for the night, not wanting to go "home." I headed to the back seat and got comfortable, using my jacket as a pillow.

"Dean?" I asked, receiving a hum in response. "How sober are you?"

"Mostly not drunk, why?" he asked, seriousness in his voice.

"Just askin'," I replied back, keeping it short. A feeling I knew too well settled over the car. Silence. It felt like we were wrapped up in silence, and I felt it crushing me. The itch is back on my arms and I shut my eyes tight, not wanting to think about what happened earlier today. The reason why I agreed to go to the party in the first place, to numb the feeling. But, of course I couldn't because I needed to take care of my ass of a brother here. I reached under the passenger's seat and grabbed my new best friend, tequila. I popped the cap off and took a swig, the familiar liquid burning throughout my throat and chest.

After a few moments of crushing silence and me going to town with my tequila best friend, I heard gun shots in the distance. Dean and I startled, looking at each other. We looked out the window to the lot so we could figure out where the sound came from. Dean sprang up from his seat and headed out of the car.

"Dean get back in the car, you don't know who could be out there!" I whispered yelled, afraid of getting caught. I reached out, grabbing his elbow and spinning him around. "You're still wasted, so get your ass back in the car!"

"What if somebody's hurt, Alex?" he whispers yelled back at me. "I'm technically the older one in this situation, so you should just let me go!"

"Letting you go my ass! If you're gonna fight me on this, I'm at least gonna go with you and that is period," I replied fiercely. He huffed, turning away, looking for the potential threat.

"Fine, come on."

"Ugh, fine."

So with that, we walked through the abandoned lot, using our flashlights from our phones. The only things I could hear were our quiet footsteps and Dean's heavy breathing. My heart started thumping so fast and hard that it felt like it would burst out of my chest, and I could hear the blood pumping in my ears with every step I took. Dean stopped abruptly, causing me to bump into him.

"What the hell, du-"

"Shut up, look!"

There it was; the gun. There was blood splattered all over the chamber and handle.

"Give me your bandana," I said quickly.

"Why?!" Dean asked, exasperated, but still reaching in his pocket to get the bandana out.

"Just give me the damn thing," I said, yanking it out of his hand, lay the piece of cloth on top of the gun, and gently pick it up. The gun still warm under my touch, examining it, then putting it back down as gently as I picked it up. "The chamber's still hot but there weren't any dents or scratches on it. So the attacker," my breath hitched, "the attacker-"

"He must have left it there," a familiar voice said, startling us both. "Hands where I can see 'em, darling." I mentally cringed at the name, a shiver going down my spine. I turned around and saw the last person I ever wanted to see, slowly inching closer to Dean.

"What are you doing here? Last time I checked, you moved out of Lawrence," Dean spat, anger growing inside of him.

"Well, you ain't in Lawrence anymore. You're in my turf now, Winchesters." He reached for the gun, pointing it at us. All the sirens in my head were going off, telling me to get as far away as I could with Dean, but we really couldn't do that at the moment because of the gun being pointed at us. And, by the weight of when I picked it up, it was fully loaded.

"Put the goddamn gun down Michael, we all know you won't shoot us," Dean spat, venom leaking from his words, ready to fight him at any second.

"Maybe, maybe not. But one thing I know for certain is that I despise the Winchester's guts." His finger lingered over the trigger.

"Just put the gun down, Michael," I said from my spot next to Dean.

"You guys put me through hell this past year. So, why don't you give me a perfectly good reason to not shoot both of you right now?" He was met with silence, Dean and I not uttering a word. "That's what I thought."

I was starting to realize at this moment that eternal fate has turned its back on us. He pulled the trigger, and the last thing I heard was BANG!

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a/n #2: hiya! thank you to all of those reading this, i appreciate it a lot. i love editing this story and encouraging my friend, so i hope you love it as well! - Kati Bee

a/n #3: I want a special thanks to my sweet friend, kati bee. I wouldn't know where this chapter would have gone without her. I know many writers say this but feedback and likes are kindly appreciated. It's letting us know that you guys are enjoying the story and wanting us to continue the story, as well. 

a/n #4: forgot to mention that Dean and Alex are twins,17 going to 18, and Sam is 13 going to 14. 

#Kate Huntington’s 1K celebration #first fic #hope it goes well #LWH #chapter 1 #fluffy dean #drunk dean #twins #Dean #Destiel #Alex #Sammy

[pass-the-bechdel]

Marvel Cinematic Universe: Thor: Ragnarok (2017)

Does it pass the Bechdel Test?

No.

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

Four (23.52% of cast).

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

Thirteen.

Positive Content Rating:

Three.

General Film Quality:

Loads of fun, though tonally dissonant; works best on first viewing. Easily the superior film of the Thor franchise, though that’s not a huge achievement considering its predecessors.

MORE INFO (and potential spoilers) UNDER THE CUT:

Passing the Bechdel:

Sigh.

Female characters:

Hela.

Scrapper 142 (I know, she is credited as Valkyrie, but since the name is never used to address her in the film it doesn’t count by the rules of this blog; if she didn’t happen to be referred to by her scrapper number a few times, she wouldn’t count as a named character at all).

Topaz.

Natasha Romanoff.

Male characters:

Thor.

Surtur.

Skurge.

Loki.

Stephen Strange.

Odin.

Volstagg.

Hogun.

The Grandmaster.

Carlo.

Korg.

Bruce Banner.

Heimdall.

OTHER NOTES:

The use of Immigrant Song is my favourite thing about this movie, to be honest. I don’t mean that as an insult, it’s just such a good choice.

The inclusion of Doctor Strange in this film feels like a pointless misstep, a distraction at what is really a vital early point in establishing tone, especially considering this useless scene is what leads us in to...

...the literal death of Odin and introduction of Big Bad Hela, all of which should be emotional and intense and is instead flat and dissonant in the extreme. Watching this for the first time, I was very concerned that the whole film was just gonna end up gimmicky and soulless. While it does pick up, I was also not wrong about that early assessment.

Not that I was attached to Thor’s friends from the previous films, but they sure do just kill them off without fanfare, except for Sif who just doesn’t appear at all (logically, we should assume she dies off-screen, otherwise there’s no reason for her not to be up-front with Thor at the end of the movie). Fandral doesn’t even get a line in before he croaks, that’s how irrelevant these franchise-veteran characters are. Emotional engagement in plot and character is for chumps, anyway.

*whispers* Jeff Goldblum is here.

“Piss off, ghost!”

Hulk reveal is pretty solid, if you manage not to have been spoiled (a tall order, since it was in the promos).

Heimdall is still the MVP of the Thor franchise.

Can’t believe it took this long for any movie to squeeze some real fun and heart out of the Hulk character. This is way better than embarrassingly forcing a love match on him.

The valkyrie-battle memory is soooo good-looking.

This movie is too recent to be using the word ‘gypsy’...

Thor’s story about Loki pretending to be a snake when they were kids is the good shit.

But, Immigrant Song is still the most inspired choice of the film. Not sorry.

So, this is one of those movies which I felt was pretty over-hyped, to be honest. It is great fun, don’t get me wrong, it’s fresh and hilarious and subversive and way the Hell better than the previous Thor films, plus it has a great cast and strong visuals and they used Immigrant Song really effectively...but the tone of the film is an absolute fucking mess, the plotting is a shambles, and there’s nowhere near as much heart and weight underpinning it all as what there should be for a movie involving the near-total destruction of an entire civilisation. The majority of the movie is handed over to a shenanigan-heavy side-plot of no consequence to the central conflict, while the central conflict - LITERAL RAGNAROK - is relegated to a handful of scenes sprinkled across the film, obliterating any chance of it seeming meaningful or even particularly serious. The strongest point of the story is the final act, once Thor and company finally get to Asgard to confront Hela, but the narrative doesn’t earn that strong finish; it just goes to show how much more engaging the rest of the film could have been if they had stayed on track.

This is a big part of why this movie - while a delightful surprise on first viewing - doesn’t age particularly well on repeat; this was my fourth time through, and by the third quarter, as Sakaar draaaagged through its roster of jokes and pratfalls, my attention span was waning fast. Even if the entire garbage-planet sidebar was not distracting from what should have been a very serious main plot, I’m not sure it would remain engaging long-term, since it is rather spare and low on emotional/character investment; it’s not a pitfall of comedy that has to exist (heavily-emotional and/or dark comedies are definitely a real thing), but unfortunately, this is not a movie that is very interested in what has come before it, and it expresses that disinterest by neglecting any element of the established Thor mythology which might have brought this plot a sense of meaning. As such, rather than feeling like ‘the Thor movie that finally got it right’, it’s more like a reboot, with old characters unceremoniously ditched and any sense of purpose or import in old story threads or histories gone right alongside Asgard itself.

I’ve seen people praise this film for its ‘anti-Imperialism, anti-colonialism’ message, but I feel it’s a point weakly made onscreen; any depth to that argument would require a more sincere effort from the script in addressing those scant Asgard scenes, and as such, I feel that this element - though it isn’t completely wishful thinking - is much more in the eye of the beholder than it is a function of the narrative itself. The attempt to engage with any thoughtful discussion on Asgard’s legacy is a swift casualty of the film’s overall superficiality, just the same as the devastation of Asgard and the decimation of its population is blithely underplayed because, hey, Thor vs Hulk is worth way more attention than genocide, right? It’s that tonal dissonance in the two pieces of the plot which keeps me from really relaxing and enjoying the lightness, because that lightness is both excessive and out-of-place; I feel uncomfortable being asked to just shrug and go with it, I want to be emotionally involved and moved by the plight of the Asgardians, and instead I’m stuck watching Thor get a haircut and an eyeful of Hulk dick. Under almost any other circumstances, I would be all about a hard-comedy version of Thor, especially after the generic drudgery of the earlier installments in the franchise, but at the same time as Ragnarok? Not so much.

That said? This film is definitely not without quality. Comedic quality, for sure (anything with Taika Waititi’s name attached is worth a look), and there really are some great casting flourishes (though I maintain disappointment that the Asgard plot is so undersold, because it means Karl Urban and especially Cate Blanchett are under-utilised); for the interests of this blog, it’s that Scrapper 142 aka Valkyrie who forms the highlight (and she’s a worthy highlight without the context of this blog, too). Valkyrie’s drunk, angry sauntering and her snappy disregard for Thor’s righteous pontificating positions her within an archetype normally restricted to male characters only, too loose and unseemly for a female character, who might be found dislikeable and (horror of horrors) too sloppy to be sexy, whereas a man in the same archetype is funny, a ‘lovable asshole’, and the perception of his appearance is not tied up in his behaviour the same way nor is he under the same pressure to prioritise his appeal for the audience in the first place. Angry male drunkards who begrudgingly tag along with the protagonist in the end because they’re surly but not bad, those are a dime a dozen, but a woman in the same position? A rare gem indeed. And Valkyrie is more than just a fresh twist on an old cliche; her personality is grounded, it has a relatable simplicity (disillusionment with a side-order of survivor’s guilt), and there’s a confidence about the way she and the unspoken parts of her life are presented, without need to force a connection with Thor and his personal plight in order to justify Valkyrie’s actions or relevance to the plot. She’s an entirely self-contained character who could just as easily have the story to herself with no further mention of Thor et al., and that’s the hallmark of any well-constructed character: the ability to stand alone.

As a whole, this movie is far from bad - when I call it overrated, I am very much talking about the fact that it’s mostly a string of shenanigans with minimal narrative underpinning, and while that’s not a terrible thing in itself, I do think the hype around this movie implied that it had something more to offer than just laughs and a retro look. For me personally, the lack of emotional engagement and character stakes is close to a fatal flaw, and so while I enjoy this movie on a superficial level, it gives me nothing I need in order to really dig it (for others, obviously, this is not a problem). It always rubs me the wrong way to see something completely disavow previous chapters in the same story - there’s a big difference between developing an idea in a new direction, and simply ditching whatever you didn’t like about what came before - and I would have preferred to see this film make its changes with at least a modicum of respect for the foundations it is building upon (basic as the previous Thor films were, they weren’t catastrophic embarrassments). And yes, ultimately, the burying of the Ragnarok plot under a pile of Planet Garbage (feat. Jeff Goldblum) is just a little unforgivable in my mind, and it’s the first thing I think of whenever this film pops up; I really, really wish that Ragnarok were not part of this plot at all, that the Sakaar part of the story (i.e. the part that The Powers That Be were actually invested in, clearly) formed the bulk of the second film in the Thor franchise instead, since that movie basically sucked and took itself too seriously, and then the Thor film which took itself seriously could have been actually about Ragnarok. Basically, I wish that Marvel had gotten their shit together sooner rather than later with this part of the franchise, because while this worked out fine for them monetarily, narratively it’s just not a step I can get behind.

#Thor: Ragnarok #Marvel Cinematic Universe #MCU #Bechdel Test #female representation

[poguesofthebau]

OMG would you be able to do a superhero au with Grayson where the reader is like the villain and they just have flirty banter every time they meet until he finally decides to ask her out💛

this took me soooo long to write because i’ve never done anything like it before, but it was so fun to work on! i changed a few things from the actual request, but i hope it’s at least kind of close to what you were looking for! :)

summary: when grayson dolan, LA’s favorite hero, can’t stop running into y/n, a criminal that flies under the city’s radar, he finds himself first obsessing over her and her life choices, and then falling for her. but how does a vigilante end up with a criminal?

the first time you met was at the california fires.

he had seen you quickly moving around through the front windows, and, thinking you were a homeowner trapped inside by the flames, had darted inside as quickly as possible to get you out. when he finally found you in the house, though, he realized that he had been mistaken about you.

you were no homeowner– oh, no. you were quite the opposite.

when grayson reached you, what you were doing was unbelievable to him. “hey, are– are you fucking stealing from this house?”

caught off guard, your naturally smug face distorted into confusion, your head whipping to the side and squinting through the smoke with a heavy cough to see who the hell had been crazy enough to follow you, california’s least famous crook, into a literal burning building. you’d been leaning over a locket, staring at the photo that was pressed into it. a young girl and a middle-aged couple. it had seemed too sentimental for you to take, even though its other possible destiny was to burn to ashes. regardless of what you’d decided, your thoughts were cut short when another voice rose from the smoke, startling you out of your contemplation.

immediately you recognized him. it was grayson.

while the general public didn’t know who the man really was, every petty criminal in the city made a point to know his true identity. they knew it for two reasons: 1) so they knew to keep away from him, and, 2) for blackmail if they ever needed it. because someone like grayson dolan would never let people like you get away with the things you did– vigilante or not. so people like you did what it took to remain under his radar, but made sure to have a backup plan just in case he somehow tuned in to what you were doing.

for these reasons, you immediately dashed to make an exit when you recognized him. the window above the kitchen sink was still open from when you’d come in five minutes ago to grab anything lightweight and expensive you could find. without a sound, you dropped the locket and sprinted across the room, jumping onto the counter and diving out the window effortlessly, with grayson trying–and failing– to follow you, the prettiest thief he’d ever caught in the act.

the next meeting was almost a month later.

a friend of yours had invited you along on a little robbery. the plan was to hit a small cafe just as it closed, take anything in the register or the wallets of whatever customers and employees were still lingering, and get out. you had passed on the offer, preferring to hit vacant targets and work alone, but you had offered your help if anything went wrong.

conveniently for you, the one night you’d planned on keeping off the streets and letting citizens of LA worry about normal problems that didn’t include being robbed by you, ended up being the night things went sideways for your friend. around 9:45 that night, you received a text with no context or explanation (just how all criminals communicated): 911.

so, like any good friend would, you went.

when you arrived at the cafe, the scene was already messy.

there were three cops cars parked outside the building, and the first person you spotted who wasn’t in police uniform was him.

of course. why would grayson dolan, hero of the year, not be on a scene like this one?

for a moment, you lingered in your spot, just out of the sight of the heroes. you contemplated just leaving. what was one less friend? he could get himself out of the situation if he was as legit as he claimed to be. hell, he wouldn’t have been in the situation if he was as good as he claimed to be. you paced around in heavy thought for a few moments, and just as you decided to hatch a plan to get your friend out of his own mess, your train of thought was rammed off its tracks.

“hey!” and then there were footsteps, rapidly approaching you. your first instinct was to pull the knife from your thigh holster, but by the time it was in your hand, grayson had already reached you. before your body could react, it was pushed against the wall, and your arms were pinned on either side of your head. the knife clattered to the floor as grayson’s knee nudged between your thighs to keep you from moving. your eyes were wide when they finally met his, and the look on his face told you he hadn’t forgotten your last encounter. “it’s you again?” your brow furrowed in response, wrists struggling in his hands to free themselves. “what are you doing here? are you a part of this?”

instead of responding, you took advantage of his position in the only way you could. while he was speaking, grayson had lessened the pressure he was putting on your body by giving you an inch more space between your bodies. without hesitation, you brought your left knee up between his legs with as much force as you could muster. turns out it was a lot of force.

grayson’s hands immediately released you, and you were suddenly able to slid out from between his body and the wall, quickly leaning over to grab your knife before dashing in the opposite direction of the police, who had taken no notice to the interaction going on between the two of you. you didn’t make it very far before he was running after you again, this time taking a bit longer to catch up. he eventually did, though, barely grabbing onto your wrist again and yanking on it just hard enough to halt your momentum and twist you around. as you spun, your other hand– the one holding the knife– flew toward him, only to be stopped a few inches away by grayson’s forearm colliding with your own.

after a few moments of sparring, you ended up with grayson on his back below you as you straddled him, knife pressed lightly against his throat. he was looking up at you as though you were someone he knew, like he had so much faith in your benevolence. “quit looking at me like that. and quit trying to stop me from doing my damn job, before you get yourself killed.”

“you wouldn’t kill me,” he insisted, locking eyes with you. ��i don’t buy it.”

“be careful what you assume about a girl who has a knife to your throat, mr. hero.”

the glint in his eye suddenly shifted from familiarity to interest. “who are you? why haven’t i heard of you?”

smiling almost sweetly at his naivety, you leaned into him, your mouth nearly pressed against his ear when you finally spoke. “because i’m very good at what i do.” and then you were gone.

from then on, grayson was everywhere you went. it was almost scary how much you saw him. you’d catch him while you were out on a job, whether he was there to stop you or just happened to walk in on one of your crimes, and he would spot you as you passed by a scene he was on, trying to save a new innocent. often times he would strike up a conversation, as though you were old friends. a part of you was convinced it was all coincidence, but a larger part was worried that you were going to be his next big criminal take-down. so after a handful of run-ins, you finally decided to address the situation.

you’d been listening to the police scanner all day, trying to find something that was close enough to your location that you could catch grayson there and hopefully put an end to the game of tag you two had been playing for the past few months. after hours of running around the city only to just barely miss him, you finally caught up.

funny enough, the scene you found him working on was a fire. when you arrived on a nearby rooftop, catching sight of what was going on down below, you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. after meeting him for the first time at a fire and spending all that time feeling like he was chasing you around los angeles, it had all come full circle.

deciding it would be smartest to wait for things to settle down for grayson, you sat down on the edge of the rooftop, boot-clad feet dangling from the ledge. for almost two hours, you sat and watched him save life after life, until everyone had been pulled from the burning building. it was odd, the feeling you got every time he ducked back into the building. each disappearance had you wondering– worrying– if he would come back out again. you couldn’t remember the last person you’d worried about like that, and you couldn’t believe that grayson dolan was the one putting you in that state of mind.

the entire time you sat waiting for him, you thought you’d gone unnoticed by the hero. when the job was done, though, the first thing he did was look up to your spot on that building and grin at you. stunned, you laughed in surprise.

a few minutes later, grayson was sitting on the ledge next to you, feet grazing your own as he swung his legs back and forth in the air. “thanks for not adding to the trouble down there,” he teased, knocking his shoulder into yours. “maybe you’re not such a villain after all.”

“hmph. is that what you’re looking to hear from me after all these little meetings? that i’m a good guy deep down, and i’m secretly dying to be your sidekick or something?”

“you said it, not me.” you scoffed at this, shoving him.

“i told you once i would kill you, and i still mean it.”

after a few moments of laughing, you both went quiet. “have you ever thought about that? like, in a serious way.” you raised your eyebrows, not following the question. “i mean, have you ever wanted to be good?” you scoffed again. “seriously, y/n. don’t take it the wrong way, but you are one of the bad guys. a really skilled one, i have to admit. it took me two months to figure out your name, for god’s sake. but really, don’t you ever wonder if you should be doing something to help people?”

you looked at him for a while, just taking him in. he looked worried, thinking he’d upset you with the question. when you looked out at the sky and leaned back on your palms, though, he seemed to realize that he was right. “i never considered anything like that until i met you.”

grayson smiled then, proudly. he had been waiting months for you to finally admit that what you were doing with your life wasn’t who you were– that you were ready to do more. “so do it with me.”

you turned back to look at him again. your face let grayson know that he wasn’t convincing you of anything. “it’s not that simple, grayson. you’re the hero, and i’m the villain. maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be.”

“or maybe it’s not. c’mere.” he was standing then, reaching a hand out to help you up once he’d finally gotten on his feet. when you took his hand and let him pull you up, he smiled again. he started digging around in his pocket then. after a while, he finally found what he was looking for, pulling it out and taking one knee before you. when your eyes widened in amusement, he laughed and shook his head. “it’s not what you think, crazy.” finally, you caught sight of what he was offering to you. the locket, from that first day in the fires. “y/n the villain, will you do me the honor of becoming y/n the hero and help me protect this city?”

rolling your eyes but failing to fight the smile that had crept onto your face, you took the necklace from him and nodded before pulling him back to his feet. “yeah, i will, you corny good guy. how the hell did you find this?”

“i knew it would be important when i first saw you with it that first day. i had no way to prove it, but i could just tell that this locket was one of the things that made you question what you were doing. and i knew that a day like today would come, so i took it for this moment. you know, just in case.”

you groaned. “how did i go from bad ass, unstoppable criminal to sidekick of the guy that finds the meaning of lockets from house fires in a matter of minutes?”

grabbing your hand with a laugh, he pulled you toward the door that led to the building. “that’s the power of goodness. i don’t make the rules, i just follow them! don’t act like you don’t love the protagonist.”

“sadly, i think we both know i do.”

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[artemis-crimson]

@onewhoturns tagged me!

1.) Real name: Clara 2.) Nicknames: Arty? 3.) Zodiac Sign: Capricorn! 4.) Gender: Female? 5.) Nursery: Dunno what this mean, it’s a solid word though I guess? 6/10 6.) Primary School: Oh! It’s about what happened when we went to school! Fucking miserable but hey figured out I was bi as all hell  7.) Secondary School: Gee I sure hope so 8.) Hair Color: Dark brown 9.) Long or Short: Short but I’m growing it out again 10.) Loud or Quiet: Loud but it’s funny to walk around for hours and nobody notices you’re there or if you where there and now you’ve been missing for ages 11.) Sweats or Jeans: Fuck pants dude, skirts. I wear skirts 12.) Phone or Camera: Phone! My camera is old and fills up fast 13.) Health Freak: I’m here for a good time not a long time 14.) Drink or Smoke: Unfortunately 15.) Do You Have A Crush On Someone: Yeah! I have a girlfriend, I love her! 16.) Political orientation: Left? Society is to serve humanity, governments exists to protect their people, everyone deserves a fair chance, ect? 17.) Piercings: I’ve just got my ears pierced but microdermal piercings are kinda really pretty too 18.) Tattoos: Also pretty but piercings are better cause they fucking sparkle, look at that there’s fucking metal in your skin and you can have cute things or fucking gems attached  HAVE YOU EVER [BEEN IN]: 19.) Airplane: Fuck yeah! And a helicopter! I love flying! 20.) Car *Accident*: A truck bumped me once? 21.) Fist Fight: Several! Many? More sanctioned ones than just brawling and I think that’s rather mature of me FIRSTS: 22.) First piercing: Ears 23.) First Best Friend: A girl named Olivia! I’ve known her since kindergarten and we’re still friends 24.) First Instrument played: I played the xylaphone and glockenspiel at school and I was the worst at it 25.) First award: I won a medal for the best grades in the worst class in high school, I’m only counting the things I actually worked for and not participation or consolation prizes cause y’know, they don’t count 26.) First Crush: In retrospect probably one of my friends from when I was little and clueless but first one from post oh shit I’m queer realization is said girlfriend 27.) First Language: English. 28.) First Big Vacation: I went to Hawaii with my whole family on my mums side (and my dad) for my oma and opa’s anniversary  LASTS: 29.) Last Person you talked to: My little sister! 30.) Last Person You Texted: Ana! who is the girlfriend I keep mentioning 31.) Last Person You Watched: I was watching Prey stuff to reference something earlier? Last human would also be my sister who I watched get a blanket for the plus nineteen degrees celsius heat the absolute madwoman 32.) Last Food You Ate: Pizza! meaty meat pizza 32.) Last Movie You Watched: Infinity war unfortunately, I wanted to see the moon throwing scene so I skipped through everything for that. 34.) Last Song You listened to: Bad Believer by St Vincent 35.) Last Thing You Bought: Poutine and bubble tea 36.) Last Person You Hugged: This is depressing, I don’t know. Does my PC count? I needed to adjust it again and that’s the last thing of any importance I’ve touched in a while now soooo FAVES: 37.) Food: Chocolate! Fish! Meat! Bread! Sugar! Curry! Ice cream! 38.) Drinks: TEA! Hot Chocolate! Milk! Horchata! Bubble tea! Soda! Port! 39.) Clothing: Comfortable skirts and t shirts with hoodies/sweaters and fuzzy leggings and scarves but it’s too warm for that 40.) Book: Tin Star by Cecil Castellucci 41.) Color: Purple! especially lavender 42.) Flower: Also lavender  43.) Music: Miracle of Sound! he’s got lots of different genres, Hozier and Seeming are great too and a bunch of video game soundtracks are great too 44.) Movie: Pacific Rim I think 46.) Subjects: Science! I want to know how everything and everyone works and then I want to help all of it

IN THE PAST YEAR I… 47.) [ ] Kissed in the rain 48.) [ ] Celebrated Halloween. 49.) [ ] Had Your Heart Broken 50.) [x] Went Over the Minutes on Your Cell Phone  51.) [x] Someone Questioned Your Sexual Orientation. It’s a constant state of denial babe 52.) [x] Used a Weapon Technically 53.) [x] Breathed fire I inhaled a candle flame that count? 54.) [ ] Had an Abortion 55.) [x] Done something you’ve Regretted   56.) [ ] Broke a Promise 57.) [x] Kept a Secret 58.) [x] Pretended To Be Happy 59.) [ ] Met Someone Who Changed Your Life 60.) [ ] Pretended To Be Sick 61.) [ ] Left The Country 62.) [ ] Tried something you normally wouldn’t like, and liked it. 63.) [x] Cried Over The Silliest Thing 64.) [x] Ran a Mile 65.) [ ] Went To the Beach 66.) [ ] Stayed Single CURRENTLY: 67.) Eating: Avoiding sleep 68.) Drinking: Oolong tea 69.) Getting Ready To: Sleep 70.) Listening To: I did forget to change this whoops, I’m listening to this https://youtu.be/4MN8gw6S4kM 71.) Plans For Tomorrow/Today: Berry farm trip! 72.) Waiting For: Sleep YOUR FUTURE: 73.) Want Kids: Not especially? I don’t think I’d be good at it 74.) Want To Get Married: Yeah! I’m sappy and it’s useful incase someone is hospitalized or for taxes or wills or visas which is less sappy and more practical but is there anything more romantic than making sure your partner has safety nets and an easier life? Huh? 75.) Careers in minds: I want to help people, I just don't know how yet? WHICH IS BETTER ON A GIRL/GUY: (again blatant nb/gq/ag exclusion) ON A PERSON/PARTNER: 76.) Lips or Eyes: ...Eyes? 77.) Shorter or Taller: All the same to me? 78.) Romantic or Spontaneous: This is vague and weird really, like what if you think romance is spontaneity? however since it’s capitalized I’m assuming you mean like the Romance period and I think that’s pretty good 79.) Nice Stomach or Nice Arms: Also weird! who wants their partner to get sick? I don’t want them to get sick? Arms are for holding, stomachs are for eating these things are not related  80.) Sensitive or Loud: None of these questions make any fucking sense 81.) Hook-up Or Relationship: Relationship? 82.) Troublemaker or Hesitant: These things are not mutually exclusive either HAVE YOU EVER: 83.) Lost Glasses/Contacts: My glasses once got smacked off my face with a boom and into a reservoir 84.) Ran Away From Home: Nope 85.) Held A Weapon, For Self Defense: I do not believe it has been self defence technically no 86.) Killed Somebody: I’m onto you you dirty cops 87.) Broken Someone’s Heart: Sure hope not! 88.) Been Arrested: Can’t catch meeeeee DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 90.) Yourself: I am here, I am trying, I am failing, I will try again or I will die, there’s no belief involved 91.) Miracles: Sort of? Not really? I don’t think the universe is going to make anything happen for a reason kind or cruel 92.) Love at First Sight: No, love needs you to know someone 93.) Heaven: Nope! 94.) Santa Claus: Nope? Never have, wrong cultures for Santa  95.) Easter Bunny: Nope, wrong cultures again 96.) Magic: I’m not sure, insufficient evidence ANSWER TRUTHFULLY: 97.) Is There One Person You Wanna Be With, Right Now: Yes! Cause I’m taken! Am dating! Have girlfriend, I’m girlfriend! It’s great! 98.) Are You Seriously Happy With Where You Are, In Life: Nope! Can’t remember ever being truly seriously happy but that’s alright though cause nothing lasts forever and either I’ll get around to it eventually or I just won’t? No point in worrying 99.) Are You Happy With The Person You’re With: Also yes! Incredibly! I try to not get started cause I’m told I can be insufferable about it but so very very happy 100.) Post as 100 Truths and Tag five People: this is more 99 truths ain’t it, so here’s the last one, I am constantly terrified my plants will die but act tough in front of them cause someone has to not wilt under pressure 

@alienhazy, @nightcoreapologist, @kajafrompluto, @criticalrolo, @elvenorc

#ask & answer by artemis

[itsametaphorbriansblog]

Okay, I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY

First of all, I love Bohemian Rhapsody, it's a fun movie, with awesome music and quotable lines.

BUT there are some things I don't like about it:

1. The characterization of the band. (I love the guys' performances, so nothing against them) Almost everyone felt like a 2D character:

Roger was a sex-crazed hot-headed guy, they didn't show how he actually is really a loyal friend, kind human being and a sharp, funny and intelligent guy (the "who even is Galileo?" line even tho was funny, it enraged me, he studied BIOLOGY AND ENTERED DENTAL SCHOOL, he for sure knows who is Galileo and if it truly was a sarcastic comment, they dumbed him down so much, that you can't realize it, and for what? I don't think there was a good reason for him to be that stupid. AND HE WAS THE ONE TOTALLY COMMITTED TO THE BAND SINCE THE BEGINNING, that was his fucking dream. And he didn't have his moment to shine with a song, a video idea or a concept ("Radio Gaga" if you want to start somewhere) like the rest of the guys, instead they made "I'm in love with my car" (a bop) the butt of the joke and a running gag.

John was poorly treated, I know he was introverted or shy, however when a person is shy or introverted, it escalates to the point where you feel comfortable around 'your family' (as the movie puts it) and in the film I don't see that escalation, he took 2 albums to finally write a song, in where he called himself someone out ("Misfire") but he at the end was comfortable with the rest (he made them sing "I'm happy at home" for the love of god). He had little to no lines, and they didn't show how "with two sentences he could make you curl up and die", and even if that wasn't the point, he was a sarcastic, witty, soft and happy guy, who came up with amazing songs like "Back Chat".

Brian was an angel in the movie, and I KNOW he is gentle, soft-spoken and smart. But he also was the most strong-headed out of the four, He and Roger were the ones that fought over songs the most and FREDDIE was the mediator. He also wanted to make a guitar solo in every song (pissing of Deaky), and he was the first one to have a cheating scandal (and making a song out of his cheating habits "It's late")

HOWEVER, THE WORST CASE WAS FREDDIE. Even tho he was the most "real" out of the four, he ended up being a victim and had his sexuallity demonized. His relationship with Jim was really cut short, and they extended Mary's soooo much, it was not necessary. I know they were friends after their break up, but if you want to make the point that Queen is the addition to it´s parts and a family, then why she had to be so involved n "saving" him? Why not the guys actually made the intervention? they knew Freddie was not ok in the movie. They, also, made his stage persona, his personality. He had a flair for the theatrics, however he was not a diva 100% of the time, he had his playful, funny, chill moments. And his commitment to the band was amazing always, In 1969 he said he was going to be a pop star and a legend so him to his friends, and he had an awesome work ethic (they were all perfectionist) so why showing him arriving late to rehearsals?.

2. The interrelationships between the band members were cut short:

They didn't show how Roger and John interacted. Roger was the first one who bonded with John TRHU THEIR LOVE OF CARS, and the one to introduce and make Deaky comfortable with the rest of the guys for starters. Deaky pointed Roger as the most handsome guy in a room full of contestants, even when Roger was not in that competition. Roger remembered the 'Under pressure' line when Deaky forgot it. They complimented each other.

The relationship between Freddie and John was criminally robbed. Freddie was a momma bear towards John, so Freddie actually being so pissy towards Deaky, and not encouraging makes me angry. He made John got out of his shell, and was the OG Deaky stan.

The Roger/Freddie relationship was transform in the opposite,They were good friends (soulmates as Jim puts it) and they got each other (the one vision behind the scenes anyone?), why the fuck put them against each other so much? they messed around together, they even lived together at a certain point for god's sake! the both of them were PLAYFUL and had fun, they knew each other long before Queen, they had a Kensington market stall. So fuck off.

Brian and Roger were completely pissy. And I know they fought in the studio. But they friendship outside of it is legendary, they have 50+ years of being friends. Brian was in awe when he first saw Roger toning his drum set and heard him play, he said "that's how a drum must sound" he always compliments Roger's play style, saying it's unique and identifiable. He also says that Roger is one of the brightest, sharpest and down to earth persons he knows (and we are talking with and astrophysics). You can see the familiarity in interviews, the banter, they are brothers.

3. They robbed us of iconic moments:

The "Simon Ferocious" scene

The "Under Pressure" incident

LIVE AT MONTREAL

Rogers styles thru the years (he was the rainbow man for the love of God, not some plain ass bitch)

AND HIS MULLET

Roger chasing Dominique (cause his a soft boy)

Brian with his kids

"It's a Hard Life" video

The cupboard moment, even if it wasn't true, now is canon.

Deaky meeting the guys in a disco (a place which Roger and Brian hated)

Roger being the trendy bastard that he is (and his awfully bad acting)

Micheal Jackson saying that AOBTD was a bop. And the llama incident.

"Crazy little thing called love" creation.

Roger breaking the nose of someone that had called Freddie mean things.

"Liar", " March of the Black Queen" or"Death in two legs" anyone?

And I could go on for hours.

4. The flow of the editing was kind of weird, and had too many montages.

NOW THE SOLUTION TO THIS:

Make a Netflix series with one season and 8/10 chapters, like "Luis Miguel" for example.

You can divide it into 4 eras, and every era occupying 2 chapters of an hour each chapter ...

First one in John's P.O.V: from 1970 to 1974, from John joining the band till Live at Rainbow. Including John meeting Veronica, Brian presenting Mary to Freddie and John feeling comfortable with the guys. Plus, Brian marrying Chrissie.

The second one from Freddie's P.O.V: from 1975 to 1978. Dedicating an entire chapter to them being in the ruin, John having basically no home, and having to move with Brian (another robbed friendship, btw) and the creation of "A night at the opera". The other chapter Roger meeting Dominique, Freddie ending things with Mary, and finishing with "Jazz", plus "Don't stop me now" opening the door to the United States's public.

The third one in Roger's P.O.V: from 1980 to 1985. Starting in a high note with AOBTD, going thru Hot Space, the fights (and possible break up of the band) because of the album and Roger's solo work. The second chapter would include the South American Tour (since there were dictatorship in all the countries they visited and was basically like Beatle Mania), Freddie meeting Jim, Freddie's solo stuff, the creation of Radio GaGa and finishing with Live Aid. Roger quitting smoking cause of Dominique's bronchitis.

The fourth one in Brian's P.O.V: from 1986 to 1991. Starting with Wembley Stadium, "A kind of magic" album and him meeting Anita and divorcing Chrissie, discovering that Freddie had aids and showing his strength, and his bright attitude, and not having pity for him. Roger's divorce and him meeting Debbie. Ending in The "Show must go on"™ moment.

And the fifth era as an epilogue, in John, Brian and Roger's P.O.V.: They don't show Freddie's death, nor his last stages. However, the chapter starts with the press harassing both Roger and Brian, and Roger defending Freddie a week after his passing. They show the damage that caused Freddie's death not only in the members of the band but in the fans. The last chapter is the "Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert" Ending with Somebody to Love, cause that is THE Freddie Mercury ™ song.

Thank you for listening to my rant.

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