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my-mt-heart · 8 months

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Welcome back SF, really missed your input.

That's really kind of you to say 🙏 I'm watching this spinoff against better judgment and have a lot of thoughts on it, but I'll try to stick to production topics.

[W]hy giving so many visual cues for Carol?

Like MT and you yourself said, AMC realized (somewhat belatedly) that they can't Carol-ify characters (Maggie in DC/Isabelle in DD) and expect the audience to get excited. The studio knows Carol gets engagement, that's why they keep pushing the character on social media despite the fact that officially, she's not part of TWDU. I believe Melissa/Carol is so conspicuously absent from Nicotero's interviews for related reasons.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't they shove Melissa and Angela aside to make their own spin off?

No, you're right, but each of the people wanting them off the project had their own reasons for it. It's not as simple as "Norman got a big head" from being the most marketed character (although there's an element of that too). There's a lot of people involved and they all had different things to gain from having these two women removed.

So, my guess right now is, it's about the money and someone less with an opinion, so both Greg and Norm have more creative freedom and a couple of spare millions to spend on their vision

AMC spent way more money this way than having Melissa be part of the show from the start, so no, it's not about money and making a TV show isn't a bunch of people compromising on what to do. (More on that a little further down.)

There are many reasons and @jaibhagwan mentioned one of them in a comment to my previous ask, "[W]ho has the most the gain by sabotaging Caryl to make himself look good writing his “love story” spinoff?" Gimple was heavily involved in S11, the development of DD and in part of pre-production, and like I've previously said, he doesn't want competition. (It shouldn't be a competition at all, since a TV show is a collaborative effort and as a viewer I'm capable of liking both Carol and Michonne. Not that the race is between the women, because Gimple doesn't care about either of them.) He wants DD to fail, so he can swoop in to save the franchise with his TOWL show.

Just so no one misunderstands this as a slight and gets upset: Michonne is one of my favorites and I hold Danai in utmost respect. I'm not comparing women or female characters. They bring different things to the franchise and that's a GOOD THING. I want more of that. I also think Clémence is a great actor and apart from the sweeping aerial establishing shots, she's the only enjoyment I'm getting from DD. My issue is with Gimple and Zabel (whose existence as a "fleshie" I can unfortunately confirm to anyone thinking he might be a cardboard cutout), and their no-good storytelling.

@rubberchickeny "They all ring untrue and like he’s trying to manage (badly) the image the media and the public have. He’s contradicting himself, and other information given."

I believe the obfuscation is on purpose and that AMC (by way of Nicotero) is also trying to shift blame for some of their more controversial story decisions.

Everything that happens on a TV show has been approved by the studio responsible for the production. It doesn't matter if you're an egomaniac actor, a spiteful hack of a writer or a burnt-out EP—no one can override the studio. Someone at the studio approved the respec of Daryl back to his S2 self, the choice to deny his found family, the nunbaiting, etc. Every single script goes to the studio for notes and then (eventually) final approval before it's locked. They approve of the episode edit; if they don't like it, it gets reedited to their specifications.

There's a method to the madness in everything Nicotero has been saying.

@kryptoniancape "So he blatantly lied about having no creative control in that hit piece?"

Yes 🤷‍♀️ and you're right, it's a hit piece. The question is why. Why do AMC and Greg Nicotero want you to think that everything that's wrong about this show is Norman's fault? I'm not saying he doesn't bear any responsibility, but this isn't a one-man standup comedy special on HBO. If he made demands AMC didn't want to meet, they could have pulled the plug on those delusions at any point.

“I’m watching this spinoff against better judgment”

Translation: MT is making me watch so I can answer her long list of questions she sent me.

I guess my concern about a possible smear campaign is…are they expecting more backlash later on? If so, I’m terrified to find out what that is. I’m getting so many asks from people wondering why they should hope for a better story in S2, and even though I do think we can put some of our faith in Melissa, it’s still a valid question. Because they should be doing everything to rebuild our trust that was lost the day they announced the Caryl spinoff was canceled, but instead they’re preparing for things to get worse?

Again, all I want (as a fan and as another woman in the industry) is to feel reassured that Melissa’s getting everything a leading lady deserves and that Daryl and Carol are getting the story they deserve.

Fwiw: If Danai was the showrunner on her spinoff, I would’ve been SEATED for that. If Melissa got to showrun or direct, I’d be seated for that too. TWDU needs more women and poc making creative decisions.

#caryl #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

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megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms · 3 years

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Outsmart

(I’m putting the request at the bottom this time to not give anything away!)

*Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

Fandom: Sherlock(BBC)

Warnings: Death(Murder), very brief mentions of arson and abuse.

Pairings/Characters: Fem!reader, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson

Sherlock didn't like this. Not one bit. He didn't like not knowing something. And he certainly wasn't pleased that you had, somehow, figured it out before him. He had his blue eyes fixed on you in a way that made you slightly uncomfortable. Instead of telling him that though, you used your best defense. A little snark.

"Is that jealousy I detect, Sherlock? I only did what you do. You taught me well, after all." Sherlock said nothing for a moment but finally turned his eyes away from you. "How? How did you deduce that it wasn't his colleague? The colleague had the means, motive, and the time." You gave a little shrug.

"Easy. The other professor may have had all those things, but he also had an alibi. You see, the other professor always pays a visit to a…a house of ill repute on Friday and Saturday evenings. He partakes in various vices, although the one we should be looking at is his weekend drug cocktail. Based on the time of death, the suspect would have had no physical way of committing the murder even though he was also in the building with the victim. Too many different drugs floating through his system."

Sherlock knew that. Of course he knew that! He was an addict. But the question was, how did you know that? How had you even discovered the professor's secret habits? How had you eliminated a suspect before he had? There was hardly any evidence to suggest it. "Anyway, I have to go. I have things to do. Good day, Sherlock. Let me know if you need me again." With that, you flitted out the door, leaving Sherlock behind, thinking.

"I think you've met your match, Sherlock," Watson stated, sipping his tea. Sherlock didn't reply. His mind going over the same question again and again. How had you outsmarted him? How had you beaten him to a conclusion? He pondered on this for what seemed like hours until his phone rang again. Another victim. His newest mystery would have to wait. He had a murderer to catch.

*short time skip*

Sherlock breathed a little sigh of relief when he looked at the smoking hole he'd left in the wall. Three bodies, no real leads, yet somehow, you'd been managing to find information and deduce something about each victim. It was never much, like the first suspect's weekend habits or the second victim's love for setting things on fire or the third's enjoyment of hitting his wife. It wasn't enough to completely solve the case, just to rule out a suspect or motive or two.

"Why don't you just ask her to help with the case?" Watson had suggested. Sherlock glared at his flat mate. "I do not need her help. I just need to think. I need to go to my Mind Palace." Sherlock practically plopped himself down on the floor and closed his eyes. He let his mind sort through everything he knew about the case. Who the victims were, how they were killed, and all the possible suspects. The pieces were fitting together like a puzzle, but there was a piece missing. Who or what in their lives to all the victims have in common other than having some sort of vice that be deadly?

Nothing was fitting and it certainly didn't help that you kept popping into his Mind Palace, taunting him with your presence. It wouldn't have bothered him if you were actually helpful, but you weren't. You were just standing there. It was like you were children, keeping that last piece of the puzzle out of his reach. A piece that you couldn't possibly have unless…

Sherlock's eyes flew open and he shot to his feet. "Come, Watson!" He darted out the door, barely stopping to grab his coat, hat, and scarf. As quickly as he could, Sherlock found his way to your flat. Your flat mate refused him entry, but handed him a note saying five words. To where it all began

Sherlock let his mind wander through all the scenarios in his head, all the places you could be. It didn't take him long to figure it out, of course. The first case you worked on with him. The victim had been found in the sewer tunnels connecting all of London. He briefly heard Watson thank your flat mate as he ran off. He didn't need to look over his shoulder know Watson was following. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. He was almost there. He was so close to solving this case. He just needed to get to you.

Just as he suspected, another victim was waiting for them. One glance at the body on the ground confirmed Sherlock's suspicions. The victim wasn't you. That meant…

"Oh good. I was beginning to think you'd never figure it out." You stepped out of the shadows, a smirk painted on your lips. "The great Sherlock Holmes. You know, I never expected it would take this long. I expected to be caught after victim number one as soon as Lestrade called you in. Three, well now four, bodies. I must say I'm…disappointed, Sherlock. I thought you were better than this. I gave you all the clues you could need."

You sank down into a squat to look over your handiwork. "Such a shame. This one's pretty. Still, it was inevitable." You stood again, your (e/c) eyes piercing into Sherlock's. "I congratulate you, Miss Y/L/N. You managed to convince me you weren't part of this. Right up until the end." Your smirk grew.

"But why?" Watson asked, "Why do it at all when you knew Lestrade would call Sherlock in?" Sherlock scoffed, placing one hand in his pocket. "It's obvious, John. Y/N wanted me to catch her. But why? Why go through all this trouble? Why kill so many only to be caught on purpose?"

"You're NOT THINKING!" you shouted, "STOP THINKING LIKE A DETECTIVE AND START THINKING LIKE ME! Like a…murderer," you whispered that last word, confusing Sherlock. A moment ago, you had seemed proud of what you'd done. Now, you seemed unsure. It wasn't any type of mental illness. No. This was something else.

"Think about it. What did all your victim's have in common, Sherlock?" you asked, "What were they?" Sherlock let his mind go over the facts of the case before looking down at the last victim. "Who is this?" You scoffed lightly. "My former friend. At least, I thought he was my friend once." Sherlock's brows furrowed. You hadn't known any of the others personally.

"What was his name?" You gave it to him with a smile. That was all he needed. He'd seen the name in Scotland Yard's files. He was once accused of assaulting a young woman, but there was never enough corroborating evidence to support the claim. Eventually, the young woman died of her wounds and it was ruled an accidental death.

"Your sister…he was responsible for your sister's death." You nodded. "My poor, sweet sister. All she wanted was to be loved. He was there for her. He treated her well…until he didn't. When he didn't receive any consequences, I snapped. I knew he would have to pay somehow."

"And the others?" You shook your head and clenched your fists at your sides. "More of the same. Victim 2 set a house on fire with an elderly couple inside. Ruled an accident because the woman had dementia. Victim 3 beat his wife. That alone wasn't enough. He was also responsible for the death of his previous wife, but nothing was ever proven."

All the pieces finally clicked in Sherlock's mind. You weren't the person who killed for the thrill of it. You were an avenging angel. You killed to get justice for those who couldn't get it for themselves. "And the first?" Sherlock asked and you looked sheepishly down at your feet.

"An unfortunate accident. He wasn't my intended victim." Sherlock nodded as you confirmed his suspicions. "You were intending on killing the other professor. My original suspect. I suppose he too was responsible for a crime and did not face justice." You gave him a nod. "Yes. You see, I didn't kill just to kill. But now it's done and I need to face my own justice."

Sherlock sighed. "You've already called the police," he stated. As soon as he'd seen you step out of the shadows, he'd figured everything out. The sounds of sirens confirmed it. What kind of Avenging Angel would you be if you didn't accept your own justice when it came? "Thank you, Sherlock." With that, you climbed out of the sewers and raised your hands. Sherlock and Watson climbed up in time to see Donovan slamming the door of the car. Your eyes met Sherlock's and you did something he didn't expect. You smiled.

(a/n; I couldn’t make you lovelies just some random serial killer this time! Based on this request: Hi! I was wondering if I may request a Sherlock × Fem!reader where the reader kinda outsmarts Sherlock on a case but really she was in on the crime the entire time? Apologies if it doesn’t make sense 😅 )

#bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #x reader #john watson

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tumbler-tidbits · 5 years

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Ch. 1- Provenance; place of Origin Pt 1 of 2

Characters: Sam x Sara, eventual Dean x Sara, and Sam x Sara x Dean

Series Warnings: See Masterlist

Chapter Warnings: language, light smut, suggestive comments, non graphic creature death.

Word Count: 1,300

@spnkinkbingo square filled: Domestic

@spnfluffbingo2019 square filled: girl power

@spnclassicbingo square filled: werewolf

Summary: Sam reminisces about meeting Sara

A/N: Chapter one of my new series Three's Company! I get a lot of my inspiration from music. This one uses the song “Here Tonight” by Brett Young. Lyrics are in bold and italicized.

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Sam sat at the motel table watching Sara as she grabbed her things to get ready. They’ve been together now for almost a year, and he couldn’t help reminiscing about when they first met.

He couldn’t explain the attraction. It was more than just her looks. There was a pull, like some invisible force kept bringing him back to her. He can’t say he was disappointed, she was perfect. Long brown hair, bright blue eyes, a cute button nose, and a smile a mile wide.

She was a bad ass too though. She could defend herself and the brothers when things got rough, and she didn’t take shit from anyone.

Sam smiles at the memory, in fact that's how they first met. A werewolf hunt in Indiana. Sara was an art currier who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Although now that he thinks about it, Sam wonders if maybe it was the opposite. Maybe they were meant to find each other.

Flashback:

“According to the witness Kurt, Gerry left the bar at midnight, and when Kurt went outside for a smoke 10 minutes later he heard screaming and growling. Said it sounded like a wolf” Sam informed Dean of the latest intel of their new case.

So far 6 people had been killed in 2 days and there was no sign of the creature slowing down.

“Wolf. Right.” Dean replied, “coroner's report came back, Dear old Gerry’s heart was missing”

“Figured, that’s consistent with the other victims. You thinking it’s a Were?”

“Sounds like. Let’s pack up and head out”.

“SAM DOWN!” Dean screamed as he fired off another shot at the werewolf behind his brother.

There were two, TWO fricken werewolves and unfortunately they got the drop on the Winchester’s. Dean continued his struggle with one of the werewolves and finally managed to get the shot off, silver bullet piercing through the creatures heart and it’s body dropping lifelessly to the floor.

He looked up just in time to see the other creature charge at Sam and knock him back, sending his gun flying from his hand. Dean raised his own gun, ready to shoot and came up short. He was out of bullets.

“Sonuvabitch!” Dean mumbled as he launched himself towards his brother and the creature.

Suddenly two shots rang out and the werewolf dropped on top of Sam. The brothers looked up, stunned silent at the sight of Sara Blake, the art currier they had made acquaintance with, holding Sams gun in her shaking hands.

While Sam struggled to get the dead beast off of him, Dean approached Sara with his hands raised in a placating manner,

“Hey sweetheart, it’s ok. Your ok. Why don’t you give me the gun ok? That’s it, your alright” he soothed as he placed his hands over hers and removed the gun from her vice grip. Sara remained stock still, eyes wide until Sam approached and she collapsed into his arms.

Sam snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the bed creak. Sara was wrapped in a towel, wet hair sticking to her back, getting ready to apply her lotion. It smelled like Jasmine and fresh rain, and Sam found it irresistible.

He snuck over to the bed and slid behind her, snatching the bottle from her hands, and promptly ripping the towel from her body.

“Sam!” She squeaked trying to cover herself again.

“C’mon baby” Sam whispered in her ear, “ let me make you feel good”.

“We have to go question the locals at the bar, and Dean could be back any minute” she says trying to bat him away.

“So? Let's give him a show” Sam replies with a sly grin and shrug of his shoulders. Her breath stutters at the thought, but she quickly forgets as he maneuvers her to lay on her stomach. His enormous hands begin to gently massage the lotion into her neck and shoulders causing her to let out a soft moan,

“That’s it baby, just relax”

If ever I get lost in your eyes tonight

Please just let me stay right there a little bit longer

“God your so beautiful” he whispers as his hands make their way down her back and over the globes of her ass. His fingers are leaving little sparks against her skin, and suddenly getting to the bar is the last thing on her mind.

Underneath the stars, we are on fire

And I don't wanna go if you don't wanna go

“Turn over baby” Sam says as he gently guides her to lie on her back. Once she’s comfortable he warms more lotion into his hands and cups her breasts, massaging them softly.

We can just stay here in this minute

Lose all track of time

Let the world spin on without us for a while

Sam continues his trek down her body, covering every inch of exposed skin with the heavenly aroma. When he reaches past her navel she instinctively opens her legs wider.

He passes the spot she wants him most and begins massaging her thighs and she whines in protest. Sam smiles,

“Patience baby”

I'm telling you, we're just one kiss away from heaven, So baby, hold on tight 'Cause I want to get wrapped up in your love. So baby, let's just stay here tonight.

His ministrations continue all the way down to her toes. Sams hands are like magic and she feels like a puddle.

“God babe I swear you have magic fingers” she hums as Sam crawls onto the bed and situates himself against the headboard, long legs stretched out across the mattress. She sits up and leans back against his broad chest and he just chuckles.

“I’m serious Sam! You just get all my tension to release”

“There’s something else that they’d like to release” he mumbles seductively. His warm breath ghosting against the shell of her ear.

She hums in satisfaction as he continues to knead the muscles of her shoulders again.

“C’mon baby let me show you what else my magic fingers can do”

She nods her assent and his hands turn her face to him, pulling her into a deep passionate kiss.

I just wanna linger like this on your lips

Sam releases her face and they both catch their breath. Then she lays her head back giving him access as he nips and sucks along her neck and collar bone, teeth scraping across her delicate skin. She shivers at the goosebumps that prick her skin, and harden her nipples.

And taste the salt air on your skin

Then Sam’s warm hands envelope the stiff peaks, pinching lightly and rolling them between his thumb and first finger.

Hold you in my hands

Anything and everything, you know that I'm all in

Sara let herself relax, eyes fluttering closed, just allowing herself to enjoying the many sensations. For now, all was right in her world and she was going to bask in the moment.

We can just stay here in this minute

Lose all track of time

Let the world spin on without us for a while

I'm telling you, we're just one kiss away from heaven, So baby, hold on tight. 'Cause I want to get wrapped up in your love. So baby, let's just stay here tonight.

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#tumbler-tidbits #supernatural #Three’s Company #sam x sara blake x dean #smut

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