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off to the races | s.rogers

[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, stripper!reader, ddlg, daddy!steve, abduction/kidnapping, mafia boss steve, murder/violence, a hint of peter x reader, hint of forced regression, sexy stuff, unprotected sex (wear condoms kiddos), hella angst

A/N: I do not stan lana del rey but I do stan off to the races :)

In which you call the kingpin your Daddy.

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God, do they have to play this song every night?

You tried to tune out the annoying pop song, continuing to grind your hips against the man you were giving a small lap dance. You wondered how long you could grind against his beer belly before he finally requested a private dance. Lucky for you, you felt some cash being slipped between the lace of your turquoise, panty set. You turned around, a mischievous smile on your face, as you reached out to grab his tie.

He was mesmerized by you as you expected, and you imagined that he was dying to see more of your scantily clothed body. A hundred dollars for fifteen minutes in a private room. If you could manage to get a few more private dances tonight, you’d consider yourself successful.

You brought him to one of the back rooms and got to work. You let him run his hands over your bottom but once they started to reach between your legs, you knew what to do, “Ah, ah, ah, you know the rules,” You hid your frustration behind your sultry voice. You climbed on his lap, straddling him, as you reached around to undo your top. Beneath the lacy top were your breast but decorated in shiny gemstones.

A lot of the other girls hated glitter and spending time doing stuff like applying tiny gems but you knew that it was another shiny thing for men to look at. You needed their attention. Besides, you didn’t mind the way it looked either. His eyes were wide and he gripped your bottom as you moved your breast, an inch away from his face.

When the fifteen minutes were over, you quickly collected your top and fastened it back on, “Come and see me soon, baby,” You said something of that nature, all your words blurred together by the end of the night.

You managed to get about four more private dances and as one a.m. approached, you were ready to be anywhere else but here. You headed underneath the neon exit sign, heading for the locker rooms, where it seemed a lot of girls were on their way out. You passed naked, sweaty bodies, and clouds of spray deodorant as you made your way to your locker, already slipping out of your tall heels.

The first thing you pulled out was your money bag and you were careful when you were counting each dollar bill, tucking it away nicely. You felt a tap on your shoulder, turning around to see Wanda, red lollipop in one hand, and a white check in the other. Your eyes widened as soon as you read the number, “I’m missing fifty bucks,” You told her.

She gave you a knowing look, “Late fee, Y/N.”

“I was a minute late! I even called and told him my train was late,” Angrily, you stuffed your money bag into your duffle bag.

“He’s not in a good mood, some suit was talking with him earlier,” Wanda shrugged, sensing she had bigger things to worry about. Like you, she made her money dancing and was trying to get by supporting herself, “I wouldn’t argue with him today.”

“Screw that, fifty dollars is the difference between me making rent. He can’t do this,” You slammed your locker closed and you were about to storm off when Wanda grabbed your arm.

“C’mon, we should go. Clint is gonna walk us to the station and he won’t wait for you.”

“I won’t be long,” You shrugged her off, making your way out of the dressing room, and toward Loki’s office. He controlled every part of the Mischief club, set the prices, chose the dancers, and even had a strict list of clientele. It wasn’t the nicest club you’d worked at but it was the closest thing to a consistent paycheck.

You didn’t bother knocking, knowing that you had a point to make and only a certain amount of time to say it, “Fifty dollars! Are you serious-” You stopped in your tracks, realizing that your boss was not alone. Not only was he not alone, but you were also in deep shit. Steve Rogers sat across from the playboy club owner and, looking at the handsome silver-fox, you thought your heart might explode out of your chest.

He’d found you.

He smiled as soon as he saw you, “Babydoll,” A name you’d usually swoon at, made you cringe inside. There he was, clad in an expensive suit and dark overcoat.

Your eyes met with those of Sam and Bucky who had made themselves comfortable by one of the tall bookcases, waiting for their boss to command them to do something. As Steve’s eyes raked over your body, you realized they’d never seen you like this.

“You know her?” Loki leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk, an eyebrow raised, “... sir.” He added quickly. You don’t know why you were so surprised by this, knowing that Steve was feared everywhere, and Loki, no matter how evil, wouldn’t be the one to challenge him.

“I saw you perform tonight,” Steve spoke to you and, in his mind, you imagined that you were the only one he was seeing right now, “You looked beautiful.”

You hadn’t realized that you probably looked like you’d just seen a ghost. You tried to let go of some of the tension in your body, “What are you doing here?” You tried to keep your voice from faltering and, considering that you were half-dressed, you tried not to let your insecurities overwhelm you.

“As of a few minutes ago, I am the sole owner of the Mischief Club,” Your heart had stopped its pounding and now it was sinking into your stomach, “If you have any grievances with your employer, you can speak to me-”

“This isn’t your side of the city,” Your lip trembled, anger bubbling within you, “Why … y-you . . . Steve, you can’t do this.”

“Every part of this city is mine, Babydoll,” He sighed, standing up from his chair, reminding you of his large, intimidating frame. Reminding you that you were nothing compared to him. You didn’t move as he crossed the room, moving until he was only standing an inch from you, slowly reaching out his hand until he was touching your cheek, “Chasing you made me realize that I should expand my influence. A club like this is a shit hole now but, in a few months, I’d make it a cash cow.”

“Once you run drugs through the place, you mean,” He tensed up for a moment and you realized you’d struck a chord. His hand was on your throat, his thumb brushing over your cheek, and a piercing gaze burning holes into your skin.

“I wouldn’t worry your pretty little head over it,” For a moment, you closed your eyes, and imagined wrapping your arms around him. He’d become your haven so quickly and you’d almost forgotten how it felt for someone to care so much for you. Love you even when you didn’t want to love yourself. When you opened them again, you realized what he meant by his words.

He wasn’t giving you a choice.

You stepped back, letting his hand fall back to his side, before you crossed your arms, “Things aren’t going back to the way they were.”

Much to your surprise, Steve nodded, “No, I made some mistakes. Letting you go being the biggest one.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re dangerous, Steve, and I want nothing to do with it.”

“And this is safer, Y/N?” He raised his voice, “Men having their grimy hands all over you . . . I’m taking you home.”

“I can take care of myself!”

“Really?” He smirked condescendingly, and you imagined he was seeing you as a bratty child throwing a tantrum, “He-” He stepped to the side, and pointed a finger at Loki, “-was going to lay you off a week from now. The club went under a long time ago and he was going to take your hard-earned money and run, leaving you with nothing. What would you do then?”

Loki stood up, interrupting, a nervous smile on his face, “Not with nothing. I-I pay all the ladies very well and I would like to continue to do that . . . that’s why I’m so grateful for your generosity, Mr. Rogers-” He cleared his throat awkwardly. He was lying through his teeth.

“You won’t be paying them anymore, Mr. Laufeyson,” Steve spoke calmly, too calmly, and as his hands reached up to his waist belt, you suspected the worse.

“Steve-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Loki rushed out his words as Steve pointed his favorite silver handgun in his direction, “We had a deal!”

“Steve, don’t!” Panicked, you grabbed a hold of his strong arm. As soon as you saw him, you knew the night wouldn’t end good but death was not something you predicted. Before, he’d never show you the violent side of his world. Now, something had changed, “Steve, please don’t!”

“Come with me,” He spoke sternly, “Come home and I won’t.”

“Okay,” You said immediately, looking up at his unchanging expression. He didn’t move which only panicked you further, “I will! Steve, please don’t.”

“He’s not a good man. He’s been using you this whole time,” Steve said, finally turning to look at you. Your body was shaking, the idea of being so close to the gun was frightening you further, “You’d give yourself up for this scumbag?”

Though it made you more anxious, you moved closer to him, grabbing a hold of his free hand. With your other arm, you hugged his torso, and as he stared down at him, “I-I don’t want you to hurt anyone, Daddy,” You spoke softly, “ . . . please, Daddy?” Something softened in his features as you called him by his favorite nickname. He squeezed your smaller hand and, for a moment, you thought things might be okay.

The sound was deafening when Steve pulled the trigger. Although you couldn’t hear anything, you knew you were screaming, and that you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to open your eyes ever again. He tried to wrap his arms around you and you remembered fighting it, hitting his chest, and screaming even louder. Somewhere along the line, you gave in, he was too strong, letting him wrap his long coat over your scantily clothed figure.

You were breathing heavily and when you decided to open your eyes again, everything was blurry, “Daddy had to . . . I’m sorry . . . Babydoll,” You heard in your ear. You were moving, he was holding you . . . when had he picked you up? When did the car start driving? You wished badly that you’d listened to Wanda.

You remembered holding onto him tighter, crying into his shoulder, “Why?” He heard the pain in your voice, felt the realization that your life would never be the same.

“Because you’re mine,” He rubbed circled into your back, leaving soft kisses on your cheek, “And I needed to remind you of what your Daddy is capable of. Anyone who hurts you, anyone who even lays a hand on you, is going to meet the same fate.”

“I don’t want this,” You hiccuped. Steve didn’t believe you, not with the way you were holding him. “This . . . it’s so scary, S-Steve.”

“I’m sorry I had to scare you, baby,” It reminded him of last year when things were good between you two, and you comfortably moved in and out of little space. He could sense you were dying to go to that safe space and, selfishly, he was hoping the trauma of tonight would push you into that mindset, “Daddy’s going to take better care of you. You’ll live with me now, where you’ll be safe.”

You only closed your eyes, no fight left in you. In the world of Steve Rogers, you didn’t think safety existed.

You awoke in a pink cloud. The sheets were so soft, heavenly even, and it almost made you forget your situation. You felt something crawling on top of the sheets and you sat up quickly, almost giving yourself whiplash. Realizing it was a furry, white creature, you relaxed, “Alpine, you scared me,” The cat crawled into your embrace and you pet it gently, wondering where exactly it’s owner was.

As you looked around what you assumed was your new room, you couldn’t help but be a bit impressed. You almost forgot how well Steve knew you. Elegant white furniture, a canopy bed with white fabric falling from the sides, a huge wardrobe, a bookcase, a mountain of stuffed animals - frogs, elephants, dolphins, practically the entire animal kingdom - and the fairy lights were a nice touch.

Maybe you were more than impressed. Astounded, actually.

“Oh my . . . stars,” You climbed out of the queen-sized bed, cat in your arms, and quickly realized that your lingerie was gone and your glitter had been washed away. Did he give you a bath? While you were sleeping? You dressed in a large t-shirt and as you brought the fabric up to your nose, you realized it was his, “Why didn’t you warn me that he was this off his rocker, Alpine?”

The cat only responded with a quiet meow.

You moved over to the window and, expectedly, it didn’t budge when you tried to push it open. You looked out onto the vast landscape, perfectly manicured rolling hills of green, a garden, Olympic sized pool, beautiful white statues, and armed guards to match.

It was like you remembered though Steve didn’t bring you to his “private home” often. The two of you always met in the city and, what started as an interesting sugar arrangement, quickly blossomed into a new dynamic.

You wandered around the room, examining every detail that he had put into it. You imagined the military man had placed a lot of the objects himself, making sure everything was perfect when you saw it.

The room is also gigantic, you could do at least ten cartwheels from one wall to the other. You’d never imagined living somewhere like this, the room itself was bigger than any place you’d ever lived.

As the door creaked open, Alpine leaped from your arms, taking the opportunity to escape. You watched the creature crawl between Steve’s legs before slipping out, probably going to look for Bucky. As your eyes traveled up his figure, you assumed he’d be dressed down in his home but the businessman was clad in another suit.

You were glad not to be crying anymore but seeing him now was reminding you of the horror show that was last night, “My things, I had money in my bag,” Was the first thing you thought to say, “I want it.”

“You don’t need it,” He said what you assumed he would.

“But-” You stopped yourself, “Can you give it to Wanda, please?”

“Please and thank you?” Steve cocked his eyebrow, smirking, “I wasn’t expecting that from you today.”

You didn’t respond, only crossed your arms defiantly, “I want Wanda to have it.”

“Done,” Steve raised his hands in surrender, “Is that all you want? Can I interest you in breakfast, little one?”

He didn’t know how deeply his words cut into you. How you wanted nothing more than to forget your worries and be his little girl. How you’d probably get on your knees and kindly do anything he asked . . . if this was a perfect world. You tried to shake that feeling because this world was anything but perfect.

“I guess,” Your hunger suddenly crossing your mind.

He nodded, a smile threatening to form on his lips, “Do you want help getting ready?” You quickly shook your head and you assumed he knew that it would be your response, “Well, I picked something out for you. I left it in the bathroom.”

“So what, I’m supposed to . . . wear whatever you want and be your little trophy?”

“And if you sit still and look pretty, Daddy will buy you anything you want,” Your eyes narrowed at him and you looked away, knowing you’d probably burst into flames if you looked at the annoying smirk any longer, “I’ll come to get you in ten minutes.”

You were already walking towards the bathroom, feeling his eyes on you the entire way. The bathroom was even more immaculate than the bedroom, a big chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling, with sleek marble fixtures. You avoided the mirror when the thick makeup came off at the end of the day, so you were shocked seeing your bare face. It made you look . . . innocent. It was the opposite image the club wanted to present.

You found a new toothbrush in one of the drawers and proceeded to brush your teeth, before washing your face.

The dress he’d picked out was frilly and white, a stark but beautiful contrast to your skin. It puffed at the sleeves but grabbed your waist and then flounced out when reaching down to your knees. You did a small twirl, letting the ends of the dress softly caress the tips of your fingers. Realizing you liked it quite a lot made you frown in the mirror.

Most likely, there was no racy lingerie and tassels in that wardrobe. He said you looked beautiful last night but there was no chance he’d let you ever look like that again, especially in front of his men.

When you left the bathroom and realized Steve had not returned, you decided to slip out of the room. You wandered down the big hallway, your bare feet padding against the carpet, as you examined each piece of artwork and decoration. Steve’s taste was expensive but his style was old-fashioned, choosing elegance over flashy things.

You admired it for a second and then remembered the blood spilled, the money stolen, and the dirty things that funded it.

“I thought I said I’d come and get you.”

You turned around, noticing how his breath caught in his throat as he took you in. He was deadly, he killed a man right in front of you, yet he was like a teenager in love when he saw you.

You mentally cursed.

“Are you full?” He asked, looking at your plate of a half-eaten pancake. There was still a feast laid out in front of you which was tempting but you couldn’t help but see it as consuming more of his forbidden fruit.

You only nodded and his lips pressed into a thin line.

He was holding back, you could tell. He wanted to make sure you were fully nourished and he’d probably prefer to feed you himself.

“Eat more,” He added, “Please-”

You stood up abruptly, “I want to look for Alpine,” You made a move to leave the dining room but, as you passed his chair, he grabbed a hold of your wrist. He gripped you stronger as you tried to pull away.

“After you eat more,” He commanded.

“I’m not hungry,” Your eyes didn’t meet his eyes.

“Babydoll, can’t you see I’m trying to play nice?” He tried to hide the venom in his tone, “I could’ve bent you over my knee already for not addressing me properly. Do you want that?”

You shook your head.

“Use your words, please.”

“No.”

“No what?”

“No, I don’t want that . . . Daddy.”

When you made a move to go back to your seat, he grabbed your arm tighter, “Sit with me,” He said but his tone was softer than before. You sat down on his knee and, instinctively, his arm wrapped around your torso, holding you in place, “Relax.”

You turned your head closer to him, the familiar feeling of being in his arms led your muscles to relax. He brought pieces of fruit to your mouth and, as you opened your mouth for him, you heard, “Good girl.”

When he first wanted to do things like this with you, he told you to imagine the things you liked when you were younger. You told him that you never had a lot of toys, never got a lot of praise, and that you were always the one taking care of others, not the other way around. What he made you feel was foreign but it satisfied a need you never knew you had.

“You haven’t been eating enough,” He commented. You shrugged and he frowned a bit, “Three meals a day from now on. And snacks. And lots of water.”

“And what if I don’t, Daddy?” You challenged, more playful than you intended.

Steve gave you a look that was much too loving for you to hold his gaze, “How about, if you do, then I’ll give you a reward . . .” His voice trailed off as he thought for a moment, “What would you like?”

“I wanna go back to the city-”

Steve smirked, “Something realistic, preferably,” It took everything in you not to roll your eyes, “A new outfit? . . . A new toy? . . . I know what you want.”

“No, you don’t,” You pouted.

“Stickers,” He answered, proud when he saw you perk up, “Sparkly, butterfly ones probably.”

“I don’t-”

He interrupted your lie, tickling your side, and you tried not to smile, “You love those little things! You’d probably prefer it over a designer bag or a trip to europe.”

“They’re not expensive and I like collecting them,” You tried to explain, your voice low.

“Then that’ll be it. A week of not skipping meals will get you a special sticker for your chart, we’ll even hang it on the fridge.”

You didn’t mind the idea . . . you could have so many stickers after a long while.

“A week,” You repeated, “How long do you expect for me to stay here?”

“There’s lots to do, you won’t get bored,” He spoke dismissively, probably frustrated by your question. You opened your mouth to respond but was interrupted when the table started shaking, Steve’s phone vibrating on top of it.

“Rogers,” Steve answered, pressing the phone to his ear, “Yes, I’m aware . . you told me that you took care of him . . . I don’t need to tell you how to do your job, you’re just supposed to do it . . . he’ll listen if it comes from me . . . i’ll handle it, okay? . . . Babydoll,” He softly patted your knee, “Why don’t you go look for Alpine?”

You took that as your cue that he was about to start cursing and didn’t want you around to hear it.

An hour later, you were wandering around the garden and Steve still hadn’t tried to find you. You guessed that he was busy with his work now but you were more focused on finding Alpine. You’d search every inch of the inside of the house and now there was only one place left. You realized that you could also start thinking about a way out of this place.

“Here kitty, kitty,” Your eyebrows raised as you heard an unfamiliar voice. You wandered further along the path, trying to look through the greenery, before stumbling upon an opening with a large fountain in the middle. Alpine was walking around the top of it, frustrating the man trying to get him down from such a tall height.

He was one of Steve’s men, you could tell by the dark clothing, though you didn’t recognize him. He was much younger, and honestly, more attractive than a lot of them. You could tell the light had gone out in a lot of the people that Steve kept around. You could already tell he wasn’t like that, “Come on, dude, now you’re just messing with me!”

The cat seemed to brush him off, continuing to walk along the edge.

“You have to be more gentle than that,” You said, knowing you would startle him. It amused you a little how he seemed to jump out of his skin. His hand held over his heart, you could tell he was a bit taken aback by your appearance. You moved toward the fountain, holding your arms out for it, “C’mere, Alpine, the scary man won’t hurt you.”

His eyes were wide as the cat easily jumped into your arms, “He obviously doesn’t like me,” He said, watching as you brushed Alpine’s ears with your fingers, “And yet Bucky always puts me on cat duty.”

“Maybe Bucky is the one that doesn’t like you,” You responded.

He frowned, “Yeah, maybe you’re right,” You walked towards you, encouraging Alpine to climb into his arms. Alpine seemed to listen, welcoming his touch, “He’s never been this nice to me. Are you some kind of animal whisperer?”

You giggled a bit, “I’m Y/N.”

Peter’s mouth formed an “o” shape like he was connecting the dots in his mind, “I-I’m Peter . . . aren’t you like . . . not supposed to be out here?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know. Am I?” He seemed to panic for a moment, “I mean, I didn’t get the brief that Steve probably gave you all.”

“Right,” He nodded nervously, “Do you . . . should I walk you back to the house?”

“Actually, can you walk me to my room? I don’t think I remember where it was,” You played dumb.

“Yeah, sure,” He agreed.

Perfect. He was perfect. If there was a way out of here, he was it.

You didn’t see Steve until later that night. He was right in the fact that you didn’t get bored, there were a million things to do even in your own room. You’d floated away, your mind now completely occupied by the coloring page you were scribbling on.

As Steve sat on the side of your bed, you felt the weight of his day come down with him. Another reason he kept your arrangement before was because you provided stress relief after a long day. He touched your hair, patting your head, and you turned your head to look at him.

“Did you have lunch?” He asked and you nodded sheepishly, “Dinner?” You nodded again.

“Maria made sure I ate.”

He leaned down to press a kiss to the side of your head, “Good girl. Wanna show me what you’re working on?”

You sat up from your position, moving the picture book into his lap, “It’s me and you,” Steve couldn’t help but chuckle as he looked down at the picture of Belle and the Beast.

“You’re funny,” Steve smiled, his eyes getting those little crinkles at the side.

“Did you end up handling your business?” You asked curiously.

“I did, actually,” He responded, failing to elaborate, “And that’s all you need to know.”

You closed your book, tossing it to the side, and standing up on the bed. You walked over to the pillows and plopped down, “Don’t you think it's a little unfair to hide things? I want to hear a story before bed. Or are your stories too scary?”

You were only teasing him but as he turned over, crawling towards you, your heart began to race, “Did I ever tell you the story about the little girl who always ran her mouth?”

You shook your head, and Steve let you stew a moment longer before he pounced. He grabbed your ankle, pulling you down onto you back, as he climbed on top of you, “Well, she was always mad at her Daddy because he was . . . very protective. Her Daddy had to fix this, of course, he couldn’t have such a naughty little girl trying to boss him around. He didn’t punish her though, he just fucked her until she couldn’t speak.”

“I don’t like this one-” You were interrupted when his lips crashed down on yours.

You felt suffocated by him, trapped beneath his love, until you started to move your lips against his. You must’ve been just as crazy as he was for wanting this.

You gasped for air when he finally pulled away. You watched him hurriedly take off his already unbuttoned, button down, and undo his belt. You were sliding your dress sleeves off, trying to get your panties down your leg. When they were around your ankles, he tore them away, throwing them to the side.

Your lips were on his again, “Steve-” He grabbed your wrist roughly, pinning them above your head with one hand, and he grabbed your face with the other.

“Call me Daddy,” He demanded, sinking between your hips.

“Steve-” You felt a quick sting across your cheek and Steve watched a fire build in your eyes.

“Bad girl,” He sunk his hard member into you, causing your head to tilt back. He was anything but gentle, moving in and out of you with long and hard strokes, “You’re such a bad girl.”

“Tell me you want my cum,” He grunted, breathing hard against your skin, “Tell me.”

“I want your cum,” You rushed out, an orgasm already building as he maintained his pace. You missed this so much. If there was one thing, you missed. He was the first person to ever make you cum without oral sex. Before him, you didn’t even know your body could do this.

“Say it,” He continued, “Say it, little girl.”

He was going to slow down if you didn’t and that was the last thing you wanted, “I want your cum, Daddy,” You gasped out, your body convulsing beneath him, “I want it so bad, Daddy.”

He finished deep inside you, your body tightly wrapping around him, and sweat covering your bodies. You were coming down from the high when the panic set in. Why did you let him do that? And why did you want it?

He was holding you and, as your tears began to fall, he pulled you into him, “It’s okay,” He cooed, “I’ve got ya’. You’re going to be just fine, Babydoll.”

part two

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K! What're some of your all-time favorite fics written by others?

Yayyyyyy okay here we go...

(preface: there are thousands of incredible fics out in the world and these are just ones that stuck with me hard after reading them)

The Lord of Greystoke by humapuma. 12 chapters, complete, Mature. This is basically a Tarzan AU. Love.

we are the things that we do for fun by nonymos. 5 chapters, complete, Explicit. Incredible Dom/Sub story, Shrinkyclinks. Delicious.

Snare Me His Shadow by @maddiewritesstucky. 1 chapter, complete, Explicit. Supersoldiers. One of, if not the, best fics I have ever read. Sis' work is literally like poetry.

and the next by mcwho. 1 chapter, complete, Explicit. Time travel Buck, kinda shrunkyclunks, hot hot hot hot I can only wish to write like this some day.

Somehwere, Under Your Skin by @thiccbuckybarnesfic. 1 chapter, reverse age difference with a grumpy, older bottom bucky, the fic that made me fall in love with cass.

saw myself tonight (caught my reflection in the mirror) by notcaycepollard. 1 chapter, complete, Explicit. Sebastian Stan (who plays the Winter Soldier) and the Winter Soldier meet and...well they fuck and it's really hot lol.

The Kinder Thing by stele3. Literally a fic that I have not stopped thinking about since I read it. A masterpiece. I don't know how it doesn't have more attention. The ending will have you sobbing like a baby. Time travel, happy ending, Mature.

The Right Partner by @leehanji. 2 chapters (hella long), complete, Explicit. Literally and Mr. and Mrs. Smith story but Stucky. So fucking good.

if you're looking for jesus (then get on your knees) by @voxofthevoid. 1 chapter of a 3-part series, complete, Explicit. S.H.I.E.L.D Agent Barnes meets one Silver Fox Commander Rogers. "Meets" as in is kidnapped by. But it's all in good fun. Anything by Vox is delicious and immaculate but this story and series might be my favorite. The slowburn is so goddamn good and smut is top tier. Excellent story as well.

one stop by yasgorl. Evanstan. 1 chapter, complete, Explicit. This is dark, but it is delicious. Definitely pay attention to writers "Abuse of Authority" tag.

Bang My Boyfriend by OhCaptainMyCaptain. A classic. 1 chapter, Explicit, Supersoldiers. Bucky lets everyone in the Tower fuck Steve to fulfill a fantasy of Steve's. Each experience with each character is so well thought out and so in character for each person. Literally an out-of-body experience.

Sugar Daddy by orphan_account. Evanstan. 17 chapters, complete, Explicit. One of the first fics I read as I found my way into the fandom through fic first. One that resides in my soul. Slow burn and delicious and Daddy.

The Fool in the Mirror by thepinupchemist. A/B/O, Alpha Steve and Omega Bucky, Shrunkyclunks. Heed the tags on this one. 22 chapters, complete, Mature. I always have this comfort fic at the ready for when I need to be taken away from everything.

Last but not least, my favorite series, Meet-Cute AUs by 74days. 50 parts, all 1 chapter, complete. Just 50 ways that Steve and Bucky continue to meet each other and fall in love. Comfort.

This is what I have right now! There are many more but I would like to take a nap now, heh. I hope people are able to find joy in something here! I rarely rec fics when I probably should more, but reading is so hit or miss with me. Thank you for asking, love. 💖

#askK #fic recs

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singswan-springswan · 3 years

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WIP DAY WOOOO

It’s not actually WIP Day I just felt like posting this sneak peak since I have it. Look guys, we stan Fox in this house! The scene will probably appear much later in my Blazed but not with weed, more like pain that just never goes away story.

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"What do you want, Thorn?" Maybe Anakin should have knocked. "Ah, not quite." The commander's head snapped up.

His office was a sight to behold. Datapads, takeout boxes, and half-empty caf cups littered the spare few inches of desk space, scattered haphazardly around unattended stacks of flimsi. There were crates of reports, a deactivated probe here or there. Some holodisks had been tossed in a basket near the bin. The garbage was overflowing. But Marshal Commander Fox was a professional man, even if his workspace was in disarray, and Anakin saw a semblance of recognition in the weary way their gazes met. Jedi. Fox thought with annoyance. But then his sleep-deprived mind caught up, and he paused before grinding out a terse greeting. Skywalker. His mind whispered, in a tone that was difficult to decipher. Padmé's husband. In a surprising display of deference, Fox stood from his desk and snapped his helmet over unruly curls (they'd grown out longer than regulation, and a few prominent streaks of grey silvered his temples). His exhaustion was palpable through the Force. It washed over Anakin one dreary wave at a time, and he was all the more grateful he'd stopped by. The commander was barely hanging in there. "General." Fox addressed in a business voice. "What do you need?" The hopeful thought of Padmé's soon faded into a sinking friend of the chancellor. Fox's suspicion grew behind his carefully-erected mental shields. Not that any amount of discipline could block Anakin out. But he did try to keep himself to himself. "Nothing, Commander." He held up the box in his hand, making sure the soft pink logo was visible through Fox's blackened visor. Anakin hadn't seen Sheev in a while. And he didn't... didn't quite want to. It made sense that he would; he had the time while on Coruscant. But the Force had very very clearly been steering him away from the Chancellor every chance it got, and Anakin's suspicion was starting to grow too. Luckily, the Force had no qualms about visiting Fox. In fact, it seemed to be fond of his idea, and Padmé had endorsed it. She'd given him very specific instructions, because he'd been so thorough in his asking. "You'll want to go up a level after Gamor street." She'd mumbled around the hairpins in her mouth. "Then take a left, and it's on the corner three blocks down. You'll see the line before you find the building." Anakin tried to wait in that line—he honestly did—but most everyone recognized him, and he ended up getting shooed to the front by a mass of rich old ladies. Which wasn't the worst thing ever. If he had waited, their chocolate cakes would have sold out before he could order. He'd just barely snagged the last one. "I wanted to bring this to you. Padmé told me it was your favorite." Fox stared. His tired brain was still stuck on the parcel, the soft pink logo, trying to process the odd sight of General Anakin Skywalker standing in his office with a box from his favorite bakery in hand. The problem was... Anakin had nowhere to set it down. The desk had been completely taken over, and any once-spare chairs were now stacked high with stuff. Such precarious towers were certainly not to be trusted with a precious cargo as chocolate cake. So since there was nowhere to put the box, Anakin was quickly relegated to standing awkwardly in the middle of the office, waiting for Fox to exhibit signs of life. Even without probing through the Force, the commander's sluggish confusion wafted up off his signature. The poor man still couldn't wrap his mind around the sight before him. This is one kriff of a fever dream. He thought idly after a minute. I'm too tired for this sithspit. But the prospect of cake steadily overcame his wariness. At last, with mechanical bent, he stepped around his desk and held his arms out. Anakin handed the box over. Admittedly, he could understand Fox's appreciation for the stuff. Anakin himself didn't much have a sweet tooth, but even he recognized a good thing when he got it. Chocolate was such a treasure—especially now, with the war kriffing up every trade route that carried the delicacy. Fox had expensive taste. Lucky him he had rich friends. "Thank you, sir." He murmured in a soft voice (not that there was a noticeably soft quality to the words—more like he'd omitted a characteristic gruff). "Please, I—" Anakin gave a dismissive wave, but dropped it when he thought about how his visit wasn't a dismissive act. He wanted Fox to know he meant this. "I know how much you do." Anakin lowered his voice. He forced his right hand to relax. "I know you do more than you're meant to. And... I know you take care of Padmé. You're here for her when I can't be. You keep her going sometimes." Just that little bit of friendship, that loyalty, that devotion, Anakin was well aware of how much it meant to his wife. It made her smile. She wasn't alone. Anakin... well, he kind of loved Fox for that. Even if they weren't close, and they might not be friends if they ever tried, everything Fox went out of his way to do for Padmé made Anakin's gratitude increase exponentially. After so long, a chocolate cake seemed like poor thanks. It was the least Anakin could do. Fox stared. With the black visor hooding his eyes, there was no way to gauge his thoughts without unbinding the Force in Anakin's head. Some fumes of sour turmoil wafted up. Hopefully he hadn't offended...? But Fox wasn't making any move good or bad. He just stood there. Staring. The smallest glimmer of pain—bearing to the left of his chest poked at Anakin's mind, and there was a hot something stuck in his throat, but he didn't move. Fox swallowed. Tangibly. I'm tired. He insisted, and the thought was strained. I'm so tired. I'm tired. I'm— He thought about shaking, but he didn't, because he was a professional man. It was taking all his professionalism not to bow his head and hunch his shoulders and slump down on the floor beside his desk and cry— Anakin took a step back. Maybe the guy needed some privacy. He was tired. "Um, anyway enjoy the cake." He turned to leave the cluttered office. But the Force wasn't done. Fox started, stopped, then started again. His hands began to shake. "Wait, sir," The words tripped over the lump in his throat, almost strangled in their quality. No—they were... choked. Choked up. Something told him to stay quiet, like a smothering blank spot in his head, but he was too tired to pay it any mind. He was already opening his mouth. Painfully aware of every syllable of every word that fell. "I-I..." And kriff the unprofessional tremor in his voice, but it was too late to go back now. Fox was tempted to hiss in shame. So tired. Anakin waited. "I have holes in my memory." The Force reared up and snarled, a profound, vicious noise that sounded suspiciously like Palpatine's name. Already, Fox was backtracking. Kriffing sleep deprivation— "I'm—that was a weird thing to say. I'm sorry sir. Don't—" "No." Fox dropped the box on a stack of reports. He leaned against the desk, eyes scrunched tight behind his stoic helmet. "It's..." Anakin wanted to say I'll help you. I'll see about this—this fear I can feel. It's going to be alright. Because that was what he meant. But what came out instead was a quiet, almost subdued, "It's not weird." And maybe it was a good thing, because that seemed to be more of a comfort to Fox than anything else.

#anakin skywalker #commander fox #marshal commander fox #commander fox appreciation #let that man eat a cake already #Sheev is a creepy manipulator who likes to erase people’s memories #star wars #wip #writing wip #fox is tired #star wars the clone wars #fanfiction wip #canon divergence

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hrtiu · 2 years

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I posted 1,865 times in 2021

461 posts created (25%)

1404 posts reblogged (75%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 3.0 posts.

I added 1,451 tags in 2021

#star wars - 255 posts

#tcw - 232 posts

#rexsoka - 150 posts

#fanfic - 144 posts

#captain rex - 135 posts

#ahsoka tano - 133 posts

#the clone wars - 113 posts

#foxiyo - 104 posts

#the bad batch - 102 posts

#commander fox - 83 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#like if you're going to write something that's really obviously about an acquaintance and paints them in a very negative light then go ahead

My Top Posts in 2021

AU where Thorn doesn’t die on Scipio and he’s on Padme’s security detail when she goes to Mustafar.

@wildhoneyprose and @chromia7567 the only thornidala stans I know!

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@cinderwing64 @starwarsfandomfests happy summer! i hope you enjoy your gift :)

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I’d already finished the sketch when I realized I’d seen something very similar by @capochiino . I hope you don’t mind me taking some inspiration!

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I know we like to think of Fox as the most stressed clone, but just think of what this man has to deal with every day.

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

Crazy to think that all my top posts are art when I consider myself primarily a writer haha. also congrats the thornidala for making it on here!

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #i'm a writer i swear #i think art is a little more easily consumable on tumblr tho #at least that's my theory #and i think i've gotten better!

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bixisarusher · 3 years

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Bix Reviews: Call Me Kat (Season 1, FOX 2021)

I thought a lot about how I feel about this show, and there are lots of words, so it’s gonna go under the cut.

In summary: I didn’t enjoy it quite as much as I hoped to, and i discuss why I think that was. BUT there are great things in this remake, and I want to name them as well!

There are two ways to look at Call Me Kat: As it’s own thing, and as a Miranda remake. As a Miranda Hart stan, I’ll have a lot more to say about the latter, so let’s start with the show itself.

On It’s Own

That felt appropriate, nvm me

It’s a cute show. It’s not a groundbreaking concept, and it’s not re-inventing the genre, but it has some really good things going for it:

Kat is happy and confident in her quirks, but doesn’t have it all together - so she has room to grow and is very sympathetic, all the while encouraging the viewer to celebrate their own quirks. Lovely! Also Mayim is a treasure and it’s great to watch her perform.

The show openly discusses “taboo” topics, like using anti-depressants and their side-effects, freezing your eggs, comparing yourself to a hallucinated version of your crush’s ex... The show isn’t a trailblazer, (partly because there have been many great shows in the last couple years) but I thinks it’s awesome to see them further treading out the ground and normalizing these topics.

It has a nice set of characters that go through their indepent stories, I found myself excited for any new episode and enjoying the varying storylines. (Most of them Randi.)

And, although the last episode dragged it right back into the romantic territory, Kat has a genuine friendship with Max and I value that a lot. Neither of them harbours secret feelings, instead they are open and honest about it. The only thing they overdid here was to have an exchange of “Do you remember, when we were in college together and [blank] happened?” in at least every other episode.

Another thing on the down side: Neither the writers nor Mayim seem to fully know what to do with the fourth wall breaks. I don’t mind the thing, it just doesn’t feel fully rounded out - like how much they want to use it, what purpose it really has, ...

I think it’s due to the circumstances of the filming (pandemic restrictions and all), but more on that later. So much for the show itself.

As a remake

First of all: Do I love Jim Parsons for looking at this absurd british gem of a TV show and deciding “the world needs more stuff like this”? Absolutely! Because I agree! There were two or three moments that leaned on Miranda a little too much for their own good, but overall: it is content inspired by Miranda, but neither correcting, it nor copying it. More power to this concept.

More power to celebrating the silly joys in this live, to celebrate not being normal, more power to amazing friendships and women who find their own path. Call Me Kat does all of these things.

However, it doesn’t quite live up to it’s Mothership. Let me elaborate.

There is a myriad of reasons why Miranda works and I will not attempt to list them. However there’s one thing that does stand out to me in the original, and that I really miss in the adaptation: Miranda didn’t just write “a plot” and salt it with “a few jokes”. She carefully built tensions and different storylines to culminate together. Sometimes it’s a funny word that the character hears in the first act, and later nervously blurts out in the wrong moment. Sometimes it’s a parade of characters she met through the episode that all meet in one spot at the end. Or there is a throw away comment in the beginning of an episode that sets up a revelation toward the end.

I could swarm you with examples, a good one is in 1x03 Job: trying to impress Tilly, trying to deny waitressing, and then: the multiple “You weed in a ball pool?” and Gary in uniform walking in right on time to sell the lie about being an undercover commander. Another one of my personal favorites is in 2x04 A New Low, when Miranda in the end tells Gary that he lost her trust, and he’ll “never get to see her naked sweep” - and then he find’s the portrait Tamara did of Miranda’s “naked sweep”. Just hit’s right.

That is a testament to how well crafted the episodes are. In Call Me Kat? All Nighter and Gym had moments like that, and Double Date very early on set up Kat’s dream to use the sound system, but it just never reached that same level of mastermind.

But, in defense of CMK: Miranda was crafted over ten years with a full of 20 episodes airing (21 if you count the radio series) and the cast worked together a good year before they filmed the first series of 6 episodes. Compared to that, work on Call me Kat started around 2018, the cast was assembled in the first half of 2020 and started shooting in late October. They then shot 13 episodes in their first season. (which is more than half of the total episodes of Miranda, just saying) Sources: english wikipedia articles for Miranda and Call Me Kat, as well as Mayim’s Youtube. (Jep I did research for this.)

Also the CMK episodes were written and directed by a variety of people, while the Miranda episodes have all been at least co-written by Miranda Hart and all except for the last two were directed by Juliet May.

These are - as much as I as a humble consumer with a bit of wikipedia knowledge know - basic differences about how shows are made in the UK vs. in the US, and neither formula is any way of guarantee for the quality of the final product. However I think somewhere in those facts is the reason why the Miranda ship feels a lot more in shape and ... coherent. The pilot that we know and love is the fourth time they recorded the script, and I don’t even want to know how many times the script had been edited in between. The cast knew each other well, the material had been tested in front of multiple audiences. Call Me Kat had neither of these luxuries. On the contrary, CMK has been put together under restrictions due to the pandemic.

So on the one hand, I am majorly grateful that this show even got to see the light of day! That means that a full cast and crew had jobs in these trying times, and it means that we were provided with good entertainement.

On the other hand, the circumstances are showing in the final product. The cast had an awkward chemistry with each other, and the comedic timing, though not horrible, could have been a lot better.

This may be an unpopular opinion, but I think studio audiences can be a blessing. There is something about the actors having a genuine connection to real time observers that helps me as a screen audience connect to it. And for this staged multicam show that includes glances at the camera? I think a real audience would have grounded the concept. And it would have given the team a direct feedback as to which moments were working comedically and which weren’t.

What I’m trying to say is: they had big shoes to fill, and the odds were not really in their favor, and so it doesn’t really hold up in comparison.

That’s sad. But that doesn’t mean that it’s a horrible show. As I said in the beginning, I love that this show is done in the spirit of Miranda, even if it’s not just as good.

I have no idea how the show’s chances are to get a second season. If they do get renewed - I’ll keep watching.

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Now, let me finish with a few gifs that I feel like they can be applied to the whole “they remade Miranda and it went both ok and less then ok but at least the word is being spread, right?”-situation.

because Kat/Max is good but could anything ever be Miranda/Gary?

Not really...

ok that one’s a bit rude. but you thought it, too.

Jim turning in bed at night overthinking if Mayim was the right choice. But she was. Much like Stevie was for Miranda.

Honestly a very good part of the remake is Mayim and Cheyenne performing together! I personally think this moment above is responsible.

Trying to match the CMK characters to the Miranda characters like: I thought Phil is supposed to be the Customer but turns out Phil originally was supposed to a Phillys? So Phil is Stevie, but then who is Randi? Tilly? So many questions.

And with that, dear Caller, back to you.

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A pansexual horndog , an infp turbuletnt mediator. I use she/her pronouns. I don't know how to describe my character because I feel like my existence makes no sense. I'm shy and anxious, literally struggling with GAD and agoraphobia, yet I love being a center of attention, I can be a show off lmao

I'm sure I'm going to hell because of my dark, edgy humor.

I know it's not really a good think but I think I have something of a 'pick me girl' in me, like I prefer hanging out with the boys™ playing games and stuff. I'm hot-headed and live for drama, always shading people and spilling the tea, but only about ppl that wronged me (we don't stan bullying in this household). However, I believe I can be an actual sweetheart, almost like a mom friend for my closest besties.

My fav colors are black and pink. My fashion style is hard to describe, idk man. Like it's either a sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt kinda situation or a cute lil' skirt with knee-high socks. I always put makeup on tho and I always wear my hair down.

My thoughts tend to be rather grim and dark but at the same time my bedroom is literally princess themed and I collect all things hello kitty.

I don't have any talents or passions. I'm an English language major with minor in business. I am fluent in several languages and currently studying more. I'd like to become a sworn translator or interpreter in the future. I love traveling, been to maaany countries already so I really want to be able to work and travel at the same time.

Sorry babe, I'm really bad at this. I'd love to get matched with one of the Buckets and a Clone boi. I know I omitted the appearance, because, uhhh, me ugly, but you know it lmao.

I ship you with Leia!

I know you are probably disappointed but, please, here me out.

I just picture you and Leia being those cool af gay aunties. You are really beautiful so the Princess would fall for you pretty easily.

She's fiesty and protective and so are you. I'll never stop being thankful for you defending me against nasty anons.

Leia is the biggest social justice warrior just like her momma. I can see you both trying to figure out how to help those in need.

You'd never take any bullshit from no man.

GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS

bonus: visiting her mom's homeplanet, just you and her, somewhere near a remote lake. Just two baddies being softies, holding each other in their arms.

Sorry for all the typos and errors but I'm having a high fever as I'm writing this. I'm not sure if it's even real or I just started seeing things lool. Also sorry for keeping the ship thingy short, I'd love to write a drabble for you in the future if you like my choice for you.

First off, don’t apologize for typos because I guarantee I will have at least one in my answer for you bb. And second of all THANK YOU for being here and bringing life to my blog and dms with all your thots, I love them all!

Now for your ships, first off of course, I ship you with me lmao buuuuuut,

For the bucket bois I ship you with Paz Vizsla!

First off I wanna say that Paz is going to wake up every morning and just shower you in love and affection, telling you how perfect and beautiful you are and how much he absolutely loves and adores you. Paz will constantly reassure you and if your anxiety starts getting the better of you he will pull you away from everyone and whisper reassuring, comforting things to you and do whatever he can to help you feel better. Now Paz also has a darker sense a humor and I personally think that comes with being a mandalorian, so he will always chuckle at your jokes and will return it with one of his own because he strives to see you smile and laugh as much as he can make possible. Paz would find it cute that you are always chasing drama and loves to sit and listen to you recite all the drama to him and spill the tea lol. You say you don't have any talents, but Paz is always blown away at how many languages you can speak and how you continue to want to learn more. He also loves that that gives him an excuse to take you with him when he travels so that he can have his cute little translator with him at all times. Not to mention that he loves cuddling up with you in the tiny bed that he has on his ship, as well as other things.

For your clone ship, I am going to ship you with Commander Fox!

Ok so I wanna say that the two of you some how meet and start a regular meet up at some random shady bar where the two of you will sit for hours passing back rumors and just drama that you have witnessed since the two of you talked last. This goes on for a while before one morning you wake up early to Fox slowly and carefully trying not to wake you up as he untangles himself from you and your bed. After that the two of you start meeting more regularly and usually at your home. Once the two of you really get close and even start a relationship Fox finally relaxes around you. Fox absolutely loves your dark jokes because it is something he doesn't get to hear often with protecting senators and the chancellor almost everyday. Fox has also always loved the way you dressed, whether it be in comfy clothes or your cute skirts, he doesn't care he just likes the idea of wearing something different everyday rather than just blacks and his armor. Fox also likes to play with your hair at any given chance, and he appreciates that you always have it down because it just means that he has easier access too in, especially in certain situations *wink wink*. Fox would be one to stand up for you in any situation, and he may be pretty emotionally stunted and can't quite get the words out most of the time but the second he knows he loves you he will bluntly tell you because he is a blunt man and will not beat around the bush when it comes to you.

How in the world could I ever be disappointed in being shipped with the best princess and general in the Star Wars galaxy?!?!

Now, everything you wrote? Fucking beautiful I am obsessed and I want to steal Leia away from Han and just hype her up and help her take over and rule the galaxy like she deserves

(And if you wrote more than enough for my ship, but if you wrote me a little drabble with Leia I would die of happiness bb)

(14/20)

#500 followers #ships #paz vizsla x reader #paz x reader #commander fox x reader #fox x reader

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annecoulmanross · 4 years

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For the @theterrorbingo square “I serve at your command” – a song based heavily on “Northwest Passage” by Stan Rogers. Inspired by the Franklin Rescue Expeditions and those who searched for the remains of Franklin’s crew in the years 1847-1859, this adaptation is called “For Just One Man.”

(Forgive the scrappy voice recording, I don’t own a real microphone, and I haven’t sung in a while.)

1848 – Sir James Clark Ross, on board Enterprise

Ah, for just one man I would seek the Northwest Passage: To find my dear friend Crozier reaching hopeful out to me Tracing one warm line through the ice we’d learned to challenge When together we had sailed the Arctic seas.

In our bright and merry youthful days we’d seen these seas before And in my heart I’d wondered if we’d never see them more When my Ann told me to stay behind, we watched him sail away That hardiest explorer, Francis left that fateful day.

1849 – Dr. Robert Goodsir, on board Advice

Ah, for just one man I would seek the Northwest Passage: To find my brother Harry reaching ‘cross the sea to me Tracing one warm line through the waves than ‘neath us vanish Where he sought to know the answers of the deep.

And through the night we’ve sailed thus far to an unfamiliar world I think on Rae and Richardson and wonder what they’ve heard They say that men yet live out here but I can’t imagine how In all this ice, I see nothing living now

1850 – Sir John Ross, on board Felix

Ah, for just one man I would seek the Northwest Passage: To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea Tracing one warm line through a land so wide and savage I’m to bring the Lady’s husband back with me.

How then am I so different from the first men through this way? And now amongst the ice, like them, I’ve wandered all astray. I came to find a captain, at the Lady Franklin’s call Now I’m not sure I’ll make it back at all.

1857 – Sir Francis Leopold McClintock, on board Fox

Ah, those poor lost souls who had sought the Northwest Passage We have found the hands of sailors reaching out in silent grief Tracing all their lives through a land they could not manage When all the winter’s ice consumed the sea.

Upon the bare King William’s Land, ’tis there ’tis said to lie The tombs of those brave officers and many men who died; Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones.

Ah, for one last time we will face the Northwest Passage To find the hand of England reaching out in reckless greed; We trace one long line through a tale so sad and savage For those who sought the Passage to the sea.

#theterrorbingo #franklin expedition #sir john franklin #franklin search expeditions #sir james clark ross #james clark ross #robert goodsir #sir john ross #lady jane franklin #sir francis leopold mcclintock #stan rogers #music

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farawaysoph-ie · 4 years

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The Bone Witch Incoherent Whatever

I started these books mainly because I can't read French very well, but this is a story for another list. I started them and finished them, and I didn't know I had needed such a story. This. Bad. So I guess a super long and super spoiler-y list was in order (while I cry again because they are too much T.T)

Rin Chupeco was immediatly added to my list of favourite human beings: the dedications were a mood and the acknowledgments, gosh wonderful

Tea of the Embers, love of my life, is amazing, I don't care about anything I loved her from her first words until the very end

Somehow we always knew where this was gonna end, but i didn't feel prepared at all, my heart breaking and mending at every chapter

"My only claim of strangeness was that I read fiercely, learned thirstly"

"We asha are always expected to be on our most proper behavior, to never have so much as a hair out of turn. Asha do not cry or scream or make threats. When people cut us, we are expected to do only two things: smile and bleed.”

The world building, the power system, the politics, Tea's commanding of the Dark

The deal with Mykaela heartglass broke my heart, I have ex that I regret and the idea that I could remain stuck like that, loving someone and slowly dying because of that terrifies me (HOW COULD YOU KILL HER WHEN THEY WERE SO CLOSE)

THE AZI

I repeat THE AZI

Tea looked at a giant three-headed undefeated dragon, went around in its head, saw it just wanted to be left alone (which same) and said I'm gonna keep it (which again SAME)

What do I have to do to befriend a dragon? (TELL ME)

Zoya turning out to be a magnificent and fierce warrior with a major case of ChildhoodFriendCrush, and not irrelevent mean girl

Also her and Shadi are just so cute, the way the first is always embarassed and everything and the other just loves and teases her more

"Unfortunately, the oracle had something very different in mind with me" takes on a WHOLE new meaning when you finish the trilogy

I hated how people started getting more and more scared of Tea, when in the end it was all a plot, a lot of prejudices were to blame, and they seemed to forget how kind my girl always was

I have to say I liked Aneah and all the words she whispered, give me a twisted dark lady and you have my attention

"A little corruption is good for the soul, Tea." To which yes, let a girl get revenge

I'm looking at you filthy oracle, I can understand the "I have to sacrifice something to win this fight" way to go, but you were just a pathetic crazy liar, how dare you corrupt Althecia

I can't get over that, I didn't see it coming

The elders made me sick, those horrible hags tested my patience, go die of old age Hestia or whatever

The end of The Bone Witch will always have my heart because Chupec dropped the ship bomb on me with a "Let's go, Kalen"

After going on with "a boy who died for me" and "I made a note to strangle Kalen as soon as I saw him again", AND THEN THAT

I was rooting for them, so I think I screamed or something: you say enemy to lovers, you have my attention

Those two invented love, it took them two books to get around, but was it worth it. They were so devoted to each other, like Kalen stayed with her against Everything and Everyone, like literally. We stan one loving boy

Whats more the oracle had predicted the next bone witch was gonna bring about the dead of her lover, and he was going around "get away from the prince!", then she went, brought down the freacking azi, trapped a Faceless one using her dead horse, and he was like "I guess I'm doomed"

gosh Fox

It all started with "Let me be clear: I never intended to raise my brother from his grave, though he may claim otherwise. If there’s anything I’ve learned from him in the years since, it’s that the dead hide truths as well as the living."

He is exactly how a big brother should be, you can feel him come back to life in every sense, slowly, until he falls in love. I could feel all his love for a sister he kept understanding less and less despite being in her head, and how this held him back from a life he wanted, but knew he shouldn't have had in the first place

Beautifully done, I felt and understood Fox, despite him not being the narrator, despite being angry at how the situation with Daisy was hurting Tea, the two of them were power siblings

“We need someone in our heads to tell us whenever we’re being idiotic. It’s the Pahlavi way.”

Mistress Parmina with her love for money, always stood behind Tea, despite her way of doing things and I wished that Councilor Ludvig was my granpa, I mean he was this kind, smart politician who taught Tea a lot and helped them mantain peace

Ah the well meaning Inessa, I liked her, but felt like I haven't seen enough of her

But the joke of how there were no rulers to get accidentally engaged to killed me, that's awareness

Polaire T.T

The infatuation for Kance stayed that way and I'm glad, and most of the last books I was like, don't hurt my girl

The Heartforger was a rollercoaster ship-wise: Tea insults Kalen, he is standing behind her; Kalen tries to be nice to Tea, Tea is very confused; pretend they are a thing in front of family; Tea compels Kalen hoping to save his life, Kalen is not pleased at all; unsuccessful apologies; realization, "compel me too", you gotta destroy this two dudes who were rude to you, so I can go "that's my Tea"; you don't just stab the Deathseeker while the bone witch is watching; very public kiss; taking each other back from Faceless influence

All the time they spent with a Heartshare rune between them

"We danced for a few minutes without saying anything. A Daanorian woman worked up the nerve to approach us but backed away when I glared at her. “Angry about something?” “You do know there are women itching to kill me right now, right?” His grip tightened. “Did someone compel the people in the palace? The wards are still in place.” I sighed. “That’s not what I meant. Never mind.”"

“Nobody’s more of a fighter than you. You’re the bravest, strongest, most amazing man I’ve ever…”

Realizes

"I mean you are alright"

When Tea jumped off the tower and the azi caught her !!! (yes I screamed, because I love one queen)

"He was the only place I could rest my head and dream without nightmares plaguing me, as they had for the last three months."

Rahim and Ches were very precious

And don't get me started on Likh

Lady Likh can very much kick your ass on her own, but try to hurt her and you'll have to speak with my punches

Khalad agrees with me (the guys in this family don't know how to get the hint)

But in the end, he was helping Tea so Likh could wake (tears, tears everywhere)

The induced madness and the Blight stuff were sick

From when Tea almost jumped off the window, with Kalen terrified poor boy, to killing Daisy (her own free and light sister T.T), to not remembering a second suicide attempt

Black heartglasses being associated with violence, and Tea's one turning because of what other people did to her

Tea' simple "I want to live", can't a girl have peace? Be free like the azi? Have daughters with her eyes and her singing voice?

"I felt the hatred you were capable of like it was my own. And in that instant, I loved the darkest part of you, because I understood, better than Fox or Mykaela could. I’ve known you at your worst." If this isn't love I don't know what is

Drunk Tea was a sight to be hold, and perfect: take off every filter from the dangerous Dark asha and what she has to tell you is how much she loves Kalen

“I don’t care. I’ll bring us back from the grave if I have to, silver heartsglass or not.” “And I will kill anyone standing between us,” he promised, before his lips closed over mine, “even if I have to crawl out of my grave to do so.”

And you know what? THEY DID.

Tea taking her trials, which after the last chapters were nothing worse than her nightmares: her home burning, her own execution could not compete with Daisy's death and Fox rejection

But Kalen was not a price she could ever think of paying

"You can’t break the rules simply because you want to. More often than not, the rules wind up breaking you."

“The world is a much bigger place than the space I occupy, and with even greater consequences.” “There will be no world if you aren’t here with me, Kalen.”

Yadoshans warm my heart

"That is the nature of tyranny, young Tea. Maintaining power is their sole intention. Why worry about retaliation and revolution when they have always intended to wield the sword?"

The whole part in which they killed Kalen and the azi, ripped my heart out

The song she must have sung for hours, and the azi waited until the end to say goodbye

Thank the Creator for the visions she got, or she would have really drown herself T.T

“Sons and daughters,” she echoed, “sons with my fire, daughters with my eyes. Mayhap one day, they will. A life worth dying for is a life worth living after all.” She laid a hand on her companion’s shoulder, squeezing. “Let’s go, my love.”

Even after this long list I feel like I didn't do justice to this trilogy or to how much I loved it. Tea's fierce and kind strenght, even when every one but Kalen was suspicious of her, even when she was going mad because of poison, even when she was trying to outsmart a ruthless enemy, did something to me.

I spent three books knowing that she didn't care if she survived, if she could save her friends then her wish to live was not important. She didn't want much, she just wanted to live. But she let go of that for everyone else. Yes I'm going to cry again.

About the ending I like to think that for finally healing the world she was rewarded, so she got the quiet life with Kalen she'd always deserved. I like to think that she and Kalen remember, that after they'd done enough they finally found their peace and freedom.

They were together, they got to be someone else and had all the time in the world.

#the bone witch #the bone witch spoilers #the heartforger #the shadowglass #rin chupeco #spoilers #incoherent whatever #the bone witch incoherent whatever

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thelastspeecher · 5 years

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Superhero/villain AU - Heroic

Okay, the title is really vague because I wanted to avoid spoilers, but I’m gonna have to do a spoiler or two bc this particular ficlet requires trigger warnings! Hooray! So here’s an intense ficlet inspired by a hot button issue in my home country (the US of A), in which Emmett rises to the occasion, making both his parents proud and angry at the same time.

TW: Gun violence, school shooting situation (no injuries or deaths, don’t worry)

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Emmett looked up from his comic book when his mom turned off her favorite John Denver CD.

“What in the world…” Angie said faintly. Emmett looked out the window. His eyes widened. He sat up straighter. Every day, one of his parents would pick him up from school and then go pick up Emily, since her school let out half an hour later. He’d gotten used to the routine. The police cars parked outside Emily’s school and crowd of people milling around was most definitely not part of that routine.

“What’s going on?” Emmett asked.

“I’m not sure, hon,” Angie said. Emmett continued to stare out the window. A familiar shade of orange caught his eye.

“Is that Dad?”

“Looks like.” Angie’s voice was carefully controlled. Emmett watched his father, who was in his full hero gear, animatedly conversing with a police officer. The car came to a stop. “Stay in the car, Emmett.”

“But what if Emily’s-”

“Emily can take care of herself. You know that.”

“But-”

“Emmett Stanley McGucket, this is not up fer debate. Yer goin’ to stay in here until I find out what’s goin’ on, understand?” Angie snapped.

“…Yes, Ma,” Emmett mumbled.

“Good.” Angie got out of the car. Once she was engrossed in conversation with a police officer, Emmett silently opened his car door and exited. He snuck as close as he could without attracting attention, but still couldn’t make out what Angie was saying.

“Dangit,” Emmett muttered.

“Hey, kid,” a voice said. Emmett spun around. A police officer was approaching him. Emmett discretely slid off his power dampener. “You can’t be here. Go back to-”

“You don’t see me,” Emmett instructed the police officer. The police officer’s eyes glazed over. He stood silently, limp as a rag doll.

Oops. Emmett glanced back at his mom, who was still arguing with a police officer. Hang on. This might work. Emmett turned his attention back to the police officer he was commanding.

“Turn on your radio and give it to me,” he said. The police officer handed him his radio. “Go over there.” Emmett pointed at the small cluster of people that included Angie. “Turn on someone else’s radio. Discretely.” The police officer lumbered away, following Emmett’s instructions. The radio Emmett was holding crackled on.

“I demand to know what is goin’ on,” Angie’s voice said.

Yes! It worked! Emmett grinned. I can’t believe it! He looked up from the radio to see his dad walking over to Angie. This won’t go well.

“Ma’am, you need to leave,” Stan said gruffly. Emmett winced.

It’s so awkward whenever they have to interact and one of ‘em is masked but the other isn’t. Angie crossed her arms.

“I won’t. Not until I get some answers,” she said firmly. “Tell me what is happenin’. My daughter’s in that buildin’!”

“I-” Stan started. He rubbed his face. “There’s a gunman situation.” Emmett’s heart plummeted to his feet. “We were able to evacuate most of the children safely, but the gunman is holding one class hostage.”

“Which class?” Angie asked. Stan looked away. “Which class?” Angie’s voice broke.

“Seventh period Advanced Chemistry,” Stan said quietly. Angie covered her mouth with one hand.

Emily’s in that class! Emmett gripped the radio. That’s it. I can’t just stay out here and do nothin’!

“Tell me now what steps yer takin’ to rectify the situation,” Angie demanded. Her voice shook with emotion, but carried, attracting attention. Emmett swallowed.

It’s go time. While his mom was occupying the attention of everyone, Emmett silently slipped past the line of police officers. He sprinted towards the school. Before he could make it to the front doors, he was tackled to the ground.

“Kid, what the hell are you-” began the police officer holding Emmett down. Emmett met his eyes.

“Let me go,” he commanded. “You didn’t see me.” Like before, the officer’s eyes glazed over. He silently released Emmett from his grip. Emmett got up. He looked over at the officer he had commanded earlier. The man was shaking his head like he’d just woken up from a deep dream. Emmett broke into a cold sweat.

I can only control one person at a time. They’re gonna realize where I am. This is my only shot. Emmett jumped to his feet, bolted the remaining few feet to the front doors, and ducked inside. Immediately, the radio he was holding crackled. The sound echoed strangely in the mostly empty school.

“Emmett!” Angie’s voice screamed, startling Emmett so much he almost dropped the radio.

“H-hi, Ma,” Emmett said weakly.

“Emmett, get back here, right now,” Angie snarled.

“How the hell did you do that, kid?” demanded the voice of the first police officer Emmett had controlled.

“It’s- it’s a long story, sir.”

“And it’s irrelevant at this juncture,” Stan’s voice said. Emmett swallowed nervously.

Oh, no. Dad only uses fancy words like “juncture” when he’s pissed. Emmett began to walk through the deserted halls, disconcerted by the book bags and notebooks on the floor, dropped when people were running. I’m gonna be grounded until I’m eighteen.

“What matters is that we’ve got an innocent, harmless kid who managed to get into a dangerous active crime scene,” Stan continued. Emmett huffed.

“I’m not harmless,” he muttered.

“Emmett,” Angie said in a warning tone.

“Kid, leave the school, now,” Stan demanded.

“No.”

“Boy, if you don’t-” Angie started.

“My twin sister is being held hostage, okay? I’m not gonna sit in the car and do nothin’, Ma!”

“Rethink your decisions,” Stan said.

“No. I know what I’m doin’,” Emmett said firmly. Muffled noises sounded over the radio.

“Ma’am, please don’t make me arrest you,” said one of the police officers.

“I’ll take care of her,” Stan said. “You just keep talking to the kid, okay? Don’t let him turn off the radio.”

Shoot! That’s right, I should turn off the radio. Otherwise, that person with a gun ‘ll hear me comin’. His hands shaking, Emmett turned the radio off. A dead silence fell. Not the best adjective to use right now, ‘Met. He came to a stop and strained his ears. Faintly, he could make out vague sounds coming from down the hall. Okay. Okay. You’re actually pretty close. He continued to stand still in the hall, every inch shaking with nerves. Move, dammit! Emily’s counting on you! Emmett took a step. C’mon!

Still shaking, Emmett managed to walk down the hall. He stopped outside the only classroom with a closed door. Through the door’s window, he could see Emily, pressed up against one of the classroom’s walls. She looked up. Her eyes widened.

“Emmett?” she mouthed. Emmett nodded.

“Send him out here,” Emmett mouthed back. Emily’s eyes widened further. She shook her head. Emmett nodded. Emily grimaced.

“Fine,” she mouthed. She looked at something that Emmett couldn’t see, most likely the gunman.

“Hey, uh, I think I heard somethin’.” Emily’s voice was loud enough that Emmett could hear it through the closed door. “Somethin’ out in the hall.” A muffled voice replied. “It’s not. I’m serious.” Footsteps sounded. The door burst open, revealing a teenage boy Emmett’s age, holding a rifle not unlike the ones Emmett’s relatives used to kill foxes that got too close to the henhouse. Before the boy could raise his gun, Emmett spoke.

“Stop.” Emmett focused as much of his power into his voice as he possibly could. The boy froze. “Let go of yer weapon.” The boy dropped the gun like it was red hot. “Kick it over to me.” The boy did as he was told. Emmett picked up the gun, then tossed it over the boy’s head. A gust of wind carried the gun to Emily, who caught it in her hands. Emmett then released the command. The boy’s eyes cleared from the haze they got when under Emmett’s control.

“Who- how-” the boy started. Emmett swallowed.

“Look. I could force you to give yourself up,” he started. His voice shook, betraying his continued anxiety about the situation. The boy straightened his back.

“Oh yeah? How?”

“Well, fer starters, my sister has your gun now. And our ma’s been teachin’ us how to properly operate firearms since we could crawl.” Emmett nodded at Emily. The boy turned around. He saw Emily brandishing the gun and paled. “So yeah, I could force ya. But I shouldn’t have to. And I don’t want to. You did a bad thing.” The boy’s shoulders fell. “You know it. So do what ya can to rectify it. Give yourself up.” Emmett put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “I’ll walk out with ya.” After a moment, the boy nodded. “C’mon.”

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“You’re grounded until you’re eighteen, kid,” Stan said, his voice muffled by the tight hug. By the time Emmett and all the students had emerged from the school, Stan had gone home to change out of his spandex so that he could be there not as the superhero Flamethrower, but Emily and Emmett’s dad. Emmett and Emily were currently wrapping in a tight hug by both their parents.

“I figured,” Emmett replied. Angie broke off the hug to cup Emmett’s face in her hands.

“Emmett, that was incredibly brave,” she said sincerely. Emmett smiled. “But it was also incredibly dumb.”

“Easily the dumbest thing I’ve seen any of you kids do,” Stan added. “And that’s saying something.” Emmett shrugged. “Sport, if it wasn’t for your power, you’d be in deep shit. You realize that, right?”

“Yeah.” Emmett rubbed the back of his neck. “I know.”

“Emmett got the guy to give himself up without using his power, though,” Emily said. “Yeah, he used it to get the gun away, but after that, he talked the guy down.” Angie put a hand over her heart. Stan’s eyes welled with tears.

“Dad, don’t cry,” Emmett said.

“I’m not crying,” Stan grunted. “It’s just- it’s allergy season, y’know.”

“No, it’s not,” Angie said. She kissed Emmett’s forehead, something she had to stand on her tiptoes to do, now that he was taller than her. “Honey, I can’t decide whether to be proud of ya or profoundly furious with ya. Which is part of bein’ a parent, I s’ppose.” She frowned at Emmett. “Seriously, though, if ya ever try somethin’ like this again-”

“Not planning on it.”

“Well, not until you become a hero like your old man, right?” Stan asked, jovially elbowing Emmett. Emmett shrugged. “Aw, c’mon. That was pure heroism, what you just did.”

“I know, but…” Emmett looked away. “It was really scary.”

“Yeah, that never goes away. It never stops being scary,” Stan said breezily. Emmett grimaced. “What makes a hero is doing the right thing, even though you’re scared.”

“Yeah…” Emmett nudged the ground with his toe. “I’m not really in the mood fer one of your motivational speeches, Dad. I’m a bit…I just wanna go home.” His voice became smaller with every word. Stan wrapped his arm around Emmett’s shoulders and squeezed.

“You got it, kiddo. But maybe we can stop for a treat on the way? I think a hero deserves some ice cream.”

“I agree,” Angie said.

“Yup,” Emily said. Emmett managed a small smile.

“I’m not one to turn down ice cream,” he said. Stan grinned at him.

“That’s my boy.”

#oooooof this had content a bit heavier than I usually write #but I'm proud of how it turned out nonetheless.#Superhero/villain AU #Emmett McGucket #Angie McGucket #Stanley Pines #Emily Pines #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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out-of-this-dimension · 5 years

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Some Star Fox Command Dialogue Analysis

Hey all, I was looking over some SFC dialogue for fic purposes and I stumbled across a few lines that kind of rocked my world. It’s been pretty much a decade since I’ve played Command, so a lot of the details in the dialogue were a little hazy. So I figured I would share some neat re-discoveries with you guys along with some speculation.

The first one is if you go to Fichina.

SLIPPY: That doesn't sound like the Lucy I knew! FOX: She was a real tomboy! Always wanted to become a pilot. FOX: But I guess she became a teacher instead. SLIPPY: Wasn't she good friends with Krystal? SLIPPY: She might know how to track her down.

This is actually kind of interesting because, given that Lucy’s debut is Command, we don’t really have much to go on with her interactions with the team members. I definitely LIVE for the idea of Lucy and Krystal being best girl buds, though. Imagine them sipping mimosas and roasting Fox.

There’s a little bit more on this after the mission “Oikonny Strikes Back”

LUCY: So, Fox, let's talk about Krystal. You really screwed that one up! FOX: Um... SLIPPY: Oh, by the way, Fox... Lucy and Krystal got to be pretty good friends. SLIPPY: Maybe I should have warned you... LUCY: Yes, Papa thinks of her as a second daughter.

So a few things here-- 1. Peppy pseudo-adopting Krystal is adorable af. 2. Lucy and Krystal as somewhat sisters is great. 3. It seems like their closeness happened after Fox booted Krystal from the team, which makes sense especially if Peppy sort of took Krystal in.

This next bit is if you stick with Lucy and do the Corneria defense mission (the Lucy and Krystal ending route).

LUCY: Krystal! You've come to help us out! KRYSTAL: Let's see what we can do together! KATT: Pleased to meet you, Lucy! I'm Krystal's partner. KATT: My name is Katt!

Honestly, when I was digging through the dialogue, I was looking for interactions with Katt and Krystal because I realized I remembered virtually nothing about them meeting. I actually backtracked pretty much the whole game from this point to see if the two made any appearances together and... pretty much there’s no otherwise context on this route of the two being partners or whatever that means. I’m still sifting through dialogue at this point, but honestly I can’t... recall anything else about these two ever being partners in any of the other timelines. I mean, Katt seems like she’s bopping around by herself otherwise and Krystal is either with the CDF or with Star Wolf, so I find it curious that they’re “each other’s partner” and I wonder to what context Katt is referring to (I’m assuming it’s probably not intended to be romantic due to the game releasing in 2006 and Nintendo honestly not being historically super progressive when it comes to stuff like this but honestly, my heart screams for Kattstal validation. As a note, Krystal doesn’t seem to be with Star Wolf in this route and while she’s dating Panther in certain routes that have her with the CDF, it’s possible she isn’t dating him in every route, if that makes any sense). I wonder what the context of this is? Is this Katt and Krystal being over Falco and Fox respectively and just like... doing their own thing? I’d be so down for a game focused on those two’s shenanigans tbh.

This next bit is more or less humorous to me because I’ll admit I’ve been pretty harsh on SFC’s dialogue in the past but this interaction with Slippy, Fox, and Peppy cracks me up.

SLIPPY: Oh yeah? Well at least I have a girlfriend!! PEPPY: Slippy, that's the most ridiculous thing-- FOX: It's true. Slippy's fiancee is on Aquas. PEPPY: Are you serious? My goodness!

I can’t believe Peppy lowkey roasted my boi like that.

This next bit is an exchange between Bill, Falco, and Slippy.

BILL: Now, I don't know all the details about what went down between her and Fox... BILL: But is seems she was pretty shocked. Hurt, too. FALCO: Fox, you idiot... BILL: I heard that she started datin' someone else. BILL: Fella's a part of the original Star Wolf team. SLIPPY: Star Wolf?!

Mostly pointing this bit out because Bill calls Panther part of the ‘original Star Wolf team’, which is blatantly not true. I’ll have whatever Bill is smoking. This coupled with the next dialogue Krystal says is why I think a lot of people take SFC’s dialogue with a grain of salt as it directly clashes with past games along the same timeline.

KRYSTAL: After Andross fought you, he dedicated his remaining days to planet Venom. KRYSTAL: He wanted to leave some sort of legacy. That's all.

First of all, I will never stan the idea of Krystal defending Andross, who is pretty much implied to have destroyed Andross. I found that bit really weird and I’m not sure if this is like details falling through the cracks between studios developing games or what the deal is. I also find it really weird that Andross is implied to have survived after he fought Fox? Unless she’s referring to him as a ghost between SF64 and Adventures? But I wouldn’t... necessarily say in Adventures he was dedicating himself to Venom-- he seemed to be dedicating himself to revenge if anything. So this entire section just feels weird and like the writers just wanted Krystal to argue for the sake of arguing.

The next bit is a lore piece I didn’t know, so yay!

ROB: We will soon arrive at the Parlak Sector.

ROB says this when arriving to Fichina as he and Fox search for Star Wolf. Apparently Fichina is located in the Parlak Sector. Neat!

This is from a mission on Solar with Falco, Fox, and Wolf.

ZOLDGE: You! Who do you think you are? WOLF: We're Star Wolf!

This... is pretty much a direct callback to Star Fox 64, where, as the Carrier boss is dying, he says, “Who are you guys?” and Fox replies with “We’re Star Fox!”

Next is a one-liner from Octoman on Aquas.

OCTOMAN: Mighty Zako! Destroy the puny humans!

Note, this is in reference to Amanda and Slippy, who definitely... are not humans. The next line literally calls them frogs as well, so I’m... not sure what was going on with writing that scene.

Anyways, that’s a wrap on some things I found interesting. I really wish I could find my DS charger so I could play Command again. As zany as some plot points are and as bad as some of the dialogue gets, it’s... not actually a terrible game. But I’ll write more on that later.

If you want to experience Command’s story without playing the game, I would suggest looking at this site, as it has all the game’s dialogue written out.

#star fox command #lucy hare #krystal #katt monroe #slippy toad #dialogue #analysis #fox mccloud #long post #bill grey #zoldge #octoman #falco lombardi #peppy hare

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The French Mistake

Part 1/? - A Visitor Part 2/? - The Kulturhistorisk Museum Heist Part 3/? - Cutscene Part 4/? - The Marvel Cinematic Universe Part 5/? - Breathless Part 6/? - Escape at Last Part 7/? - Fox in Socks Part 8/? - Things Go Wrong Part 9/? - Downey and Out Part 10/? - Road Trip Part 11/? - Temptation Part 12/? - An Awful Reunion Part 13/? - Unreality Intrudes Part 14/? - A Call for Help Part 15/? - Loki’s Guests Part 16/? - Stan Lee Cameo Part 17/? - Reassessment Part 18/? - Midnight Invasion Part 19/? - Elevator Fight Part 20/? - Courage Part 21/? - Unwelcome Back Part 22/? - Darkest Hour Part 23/? - They Are Here Part 24/? - The Jet Propulsion Laboratory Part 25/? - Word of God Part 26/? - Avengers Assembled Part 27/? - The Houston Underground Part 28/? - Houston has a Problem Part 29/? - Onward and Upward Part 30/? - The Chi’Tauri Queen

They meet the Chi’Tauri Queen. She’s a bit bigger than they expected.

It was no longer possible to see Natasha and Loki, of course, but since he and Thor had arrived just fine, Steve figured he could assume they were okay, also. With the vehicle docked there was only a tiny bit of light coming in around the edges of it, and he had to let his eyes adjust – another thing this body did slower than his own. The walls were close in around them, and overhead was a tunnel made of overlapping rings so it could flex as the Leviathan flew. From this, a set of rungs lowered to lock onto the control column. These were spaced very wide by human standards, but they were obviously a ladder.

“‘Fist bump’?” asked Thor, holding one up. The inverted commas were audible around what he considered a quaint Midgardian expression.

“Sure, okay.” Steve completed the gesture, then looked up again and took a deep breath. “Here we go,” he said. He already had visions of those plates suddenly contracting, crushing him to a bloody pulp.

Climbing was a difficult, disorienting experience, with the walls moving around them and the rungs designed for a creature with a much longer reach. Thor went first, struggling around the walls for a moment before he managed to get in time with their rhythm. Steve tried to copy his timing as he followed. His bad ankle continued to be very upset about his insistence on using it, and threatened to collapse out from under him at any moment, but Steve didn’t trust himself to maintain his hold with only one foot on the moving ladder.

Thor made it to the top, and squatted down to help Steve out. Then they looked around.

It was even darker up here, and very warm, with moving air that had an odd chemical smell to it and a constant sound of things sliding against each other, making a variety of whispery or slippery noises. The first image that occurred to Steve was of being inside a large, sleeping animal. He squinted, trying to see something besides occasional soft glints on surfaces in motion, then there was a flare of light off to his right. It was Natasha – she and Loki had climbed out of the next tunnel, and she had turned on a small LED flashlight. Steve made eye contact with her, and they both nodded. Everybody okay so far.

Around them there was very little to be seen, besides the moving walls and empty spaces that looked like they could store weapons or equipment. Then Nat pointed the flashlight up.

For a moment Steve wasn’t sure what he was seeing, whether it was one creature or several and even which way up it was. Then his brain managed to sort out the parts, and he realized that the being hanging from the ceiling above them could only be the Chi’Tauri queen.

While her soldiers wore only very basic armor, the queen was covered nearly from head to toe in grayish gold plates with a matte surface finished, interrupted by embossed silver and multicoloured gems worked into shapes that looked like intestines, or like squirming maggots – wiggly, segmented designs that suggested biology in the most repulsive possible way. It was obviously of luxurious make, far more decorative than that of the grunts, but it was also perfectly functional to protect its wearer.

Worse, that wearer was huge. Standing, she might have been twelve feet tall, with two legs like tree trunks and four arms, one set above the others. She had four eyes, too, and was looking down at them from her perch on the ceiling, as surprised to see them as they were to see her.

For a split second, nobody moved. Then the queen reached down, and tried to grab Natasha.

Natasha responded by pouring out the contents of her fire extinguisher. The queen shrieked and snatched her hand back, steaming ice all over her gauntlet. Then she lashed out again, with the lower arm on the same side. She knocked the extinguisher out of Nat’s hand and slammed her into the wall, while letting go of the ceiling with her other limbs and dropping to stand in front of them. The space inside the Leviathan was narrow and in constant motion, like being inside a heaving submarine, and she seemed to fill it entirely. She hissed at them.

Thor turned Steve towards the front and pushed him. “Go find the wormhole machine!” he ordered.

“But…” Steve began. He looked over at Natasha, who picking herself up, shaking her head as if dazed. The flashlight was lying a yard away, and suddenly went out as the queen’s huge foot came down on it, crushing it.

“You were the one who told us to leave you behind on the ground,” said Thor. “The rest of us will deal with the queen, as we planned!”

Steve didn’t want to go. He didn’t want to leave Natasha behind, not after all the times when she had refused to leave him. Thor and Loki were not as strong as they were used to being, and might not be up to this… but then again, neither was Steve, and he was injured. They were more up to it than he was. That was why he’d given himself the job of getting the wormhole machine in the first place. It was too late to change his mind now.

So he turned and half-walked, half-crawled up the moving tunnel, about a dozen feet high and a dozen feet wide, towards the front of the Leviathan. There were more holes along the floor for the troops to climb in and out, and racks further up where they could store weapons. These even had a few of the plasma rifles in them. Steve looked back, but between the darkness and the constantly moving structure he could no longer see the others. He would just have to hope they noticed the weapons in storage, too.

Surely they would. They were smart and observant and it had served the whole team well in the past. Yet Steve felt like he really should do something.

He continued to move forward, his steps unsteady as the walls flexed and the ceiling and floor bowed up and down. How in the world had Stark managed to just fly right through this thing? Had he gotten his computers to chart him a safe course? Or had he just gritted his teeth and hoped for the best? Either way, Steve had a new respect for something that had been so quickly done and over with at the time.

Behind him he heard plasma rifle fire. That was good, it meant they had gotten the weapons. It was followed, less reassuringly, but a human-sounding cry of pain. Steve forced himself to keep moving. If he looked back, he might see them, and if he saw them and they were losing, he would want to go back and help. He couldn’t do that.

At the very front of the Leviathan was the mouth, closed but with daylight coming in around the teeth. On either side of it, two more of the flexible ladders led up. Steve dragged himself up one, and found himself in what he could only describe as the cockpit.

On the left and right were two small round areas with multiple controls above and below a holographic view screen not unlike something Stark might have dreamed up. Below the main image of the ground below them, multiple small circles were swarming like bugs. These were mostly pinkish-purple, but every so often they lit up white as they crossed something of interest. Those had to be gunnery turrets, or some equivalent, Steve decided. In between was the main control area. It had a wide panel across the front, covered with buttons and switches and a steering device with two handles, similar to the ones on the smaller vehicles. Above was a big screen showing the sky ahead, and several smaller ones on each side with other points of view – including one with a map of the stars.

That was a start. The wormhole machine had to be in here somewhere. This was where they controlled everything else about the Leviathan’s movement, so it made sense it would also be where they decided what universe they were in.

He was working his way down the control panel, trying to decide if he could tell what anything on it did, when something crackled. The big view screen minimized, and a different popped up. While the view ahead presumably came from some equivalent of a camera, it was at first hard to tell what could be sending this one. It was a view inside a room with office chairs around a big wooden table. A group of humans, six or eight of them, were cowering in a corner, having pulled some of the chairs close around them into a makeshift and rather ineffective barricade. The view darted back and forth, and then Steve noticed that the tip of a staff weapon was visible at the bottom edge of it, and he realized – he was seeing through the commander’s eyes.

An arm reached out and grabbed a man from behind the barricade – an elderly, balding fellow with a bushy silver mustache and reading glasses hooked into the collar of his polo shirt. The other hostages tried to hold onto him, but could not, and the staff weapon came up and poked into the side of his head. The man covered his face, sobbing.

“Watch this, Avengers!” said the rasping voice of the alien.

It was going to kill the hostages, Steve thought. It was going to kill them in order to punish Steve and the others for interfering in their mission, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was, again, powerless. He looked at the controls below him, wondering if there were some way to send a message, some way to call him off, but he didn’t know what any of it did. The only thing he recognized was the steering.

The structure of the Leviathan shook, as if something heavy were being thrown around inside it. Steve hoped that was the queen dying, and not one of the others being crushed.

He couldn’t let the hostages die, though. What were his options? The Chi’Tauri would stop when their connection to the queen was severed, but he had no idea how the fight was going and it might be going badly. The only other idea he had was to get back to the ground as fast as he could. After a moment’s hesitation, Steve seized the steering handles. It took a great effort to get them to start moving, but once he’d overcome the initial resistance they seemed to work smoothly enough. He turned it to the left and angled it down into a dive, heading for the building with the damaged front façade.

“Steve!” shouted Natasha. He glanced to the side to see her climbing up into the cockpit next to him. There was blood on her hair and a big cut down one side of her face, with more blood staining her t-shirt. “What the hell are you doing now?” she demanded.

“They’re going to kill the hostages!” he replied.

Nat probably had something to say in response to that, but there was a crash, another cry, and Thor and Loki scrambled into the cockpit to join them. For a moment Steve was reassured to think that if they were running from the queen, the entrances were not big enough to admit her. Then, however, there was a clunk and a grinding sound, and the back wall of the cockpit began to open.

Loki dropped the staff weapon he was holding and grabbed a ring in the wall, trying to force it closed again. Thor, his clothes half torn off and his chest covered in bloody scratches, joined him, but they were not strong enough. The queen stuck one arm through, then another, and used her broad shoulders to force it open all the way. Thor and Loki let go, and dropped to the floor on either side of her.

“Freezing didn’t work?” asked Steve.

“You know those force fields? She’s got a personal one.” Nat replied. “Once she realized the nitrogen could hurt her she turned it on, and it can apparently deflect the spray. It’s on her belt!” She pointed to a big gem in the centre of the queen’s wide chain-link belt, which was glowing shimmering pink to match the hint of colour in the air around her.

“All right,” said Steve. “Somebody has to…”

“You fly the damn ship,” said Natasha. “Since you seem to think you can!”

Steve looked back up at the display, and realized they were moments from hitting the building. He cranked the controls back again, and the Leviathan headed towards the sky. On the screen that represented what the commander was doing, there was a flash of motion, and then the view turned to see the Leviathan’s tail pass by a blown-out wall at the far end of the room. They were still in there, Steve realized. There were people still in that building and he’d nearly rammed a Leviathan right through it.

“Lift me up!” Nat ordered. And without giving Steve a chance to obey, she began climbing onto his shoulders.

“Ow!” he said.

“Sorry,” she said, and grabbed a handle in the ceiling to swing herself on to the Chi’Tauri queen’s shoulders.

Steve let go of the controls to turn and watch, but when he did, the Leviathan immediately began to lose altitude again. He grabbed the column to correct it, and realized that he was now stuck having to fly this thing. The initial resistance he’d overcome to change its course must have represented turning off some kind of autopilot, and he had no idea how to turn it back on.

The queen was partway through the entrance, trying to grab Loki and Thor, who had backed up against the walls to avoid her. Loki had a staff weapon and Thor a fire extinguisher, and they were using those to swat at the questing fingers. When Natasha landed on her back, the queen reached up with a third arm to grab her around the middle, and brought her down to snarl at her face to face. Her other two arms continued to engage the Asgardians. One yanked the staff out of Loki’s hands. Another slammed Thor against a wall.

They were all trapped.

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Sanctuary City p2, A Reactionary Post

Lacking Faith

Major Crimes, S6xE2: Episode Review What this episode is about: Provenza's Printer Pricing & Prickly Page & Knowledgeable Nolan The Question of Father Jonas' Guilt Rusty goes to Stepdad Looming threat of Stroh Sharon's Office & Fish Art Two Mothers The Morgue & The Church: Sharon and Sarah Fire & Water: Dealing with our emotions Sarah & Mateo Garza Sharon & Andy Conflicting Missions Sharon & Father Stan The Ending Scene(s)

I really enjoyed this episode, more so than the first part. I see the first part as exposition and this part as the start of the emotional meat to the episodic arc. There is a lot to unpack in this episode but it's focus is on emotions this time.

Hyphenated Nation: Mike Pointing out the Hypocrisy in people Mike gives me life. I love it when he points out hypocrasy in people. "What about Irish American's or German Americans?" "Doesn't seem to come up."

"Michael" I don't know why but hearing Provenza shout out Mike's full name gives me life. When the team serves the search warrant at Ian’s house. Like when have we heard anyone call him Micheal? About as rare as we hear Louie, Andrew, Francis, Fernando and Russell. Page punching Ian was pretty badass, though.

The News Vultures Can I love how each of the news casters have their own spin on what's going on since the police haven't released any information on the Joseph's three.

This one is obviously Fox news.

Sanctuary City I love when Sharon lits into Vega and gets on her soap box. Love the rant so much. Her pointing out that them threatening deportation is going to get them no where.

"I'm not giving up my jurisdictional authority over this case without cause." Sharon was not happy when Mason negotiated their case over to the FBI if it was a kidnapping. If it does end up coming to that you can bet damn sure that Sharon is going to fight tooth and nail for it back.

Provenza's Printer Pricing & Prickly Page & Knowledgeable Nolan

Last week I thought that the printer was new because I had thought it was white. And then this episode went and proved that was not the case. "Look you just have to do it." I love how, Wes doesn't even know why everyone has to pay Provenza to use his printer. And takes the moment to tell Page about everyone's various quirks and how to work around them. Not that he can understand why they are the way they are. He has just learned to go with the flow - so to speak. He does get a bit snarky when he tells Page she really shouldn't interrupt Sharon.

Question: Does Page only express one emotion? Why does she always have this dower look on her face?

"This is a new federal tax." This scene reminds of when Provenza made Taylor pay ten cents a page instead of five cents. And as everyone knows five cents is the friends and family discount. Except here he's really pushing the price up really high for the feds.

Mason as a Leader "Commander Raydor leads or we go our separate ways. The End." I love this and another comparison to Taylor. I don't think I would have ever seen this much support for Sharon (as a leader) in Taylor. Taylor usually humors the FBI but didn't ever put his foot down quite like this. "Uh ever hear of money laundering?" "Uh ever hear of house flipping?" I do love this moment of the FBI thinking they found some really good information only having it turn out that it was just how the couple made their money.

The Hollywood Strangler Buzz is really terrible at coming up with an on the spot story. And I can't believe the FBI actually bought it. And I wish Andy would have given one of the FBI agent's the cursed desk.

The Question of Father Jonas' Guilt I wasn't so convinced about about Father Jonas in the last episode but now he's looking very suspicious. Especially with him flying the coop right as the kid he had so much feeling for was found dead and they hadn't even determined if he'd been killed or not. Especially since Father Jonas is someone the kids would go with willingly and would definitely be someone who'd leave Lucas at the church. Not to mention him moving to five different diocese in six years. Some things that could be alarming... "Ryan is not interested in Kelly Garret that I can promise you." "My bond with Ryan is more intense." Both statements sound soo creepy.

"This is exactly the ending I want to avoid." Father Jonas is kind of stuck in the 50's. And as much as I want to blame Provenza, Wes and Page for their pushy interrogation. I have to put some of the blame at Sharon's feet. They are the wrong detectives to interrogate him. I would have sent either, Mike, Amy or Buzz in there. The three of them have a much gentler touch that was needed for him. Provenza hates the Catholic church, Page doesn't know subtly if it hit her in the head and Wes is a bit of a snark king.

While everyone is preoccupied with Ma Garza's explosion over the death of her son. It seems that everyone is missing the most important thing that's happening at that moment. Father Jonas seems just a little too close to Miss Rojas. "So Ryan didn't do it. Thank God." Sounds like she inadvertently told the cops that Ryan killed his step father.

Rusty goes to Step Dad "Why ask me about a gun instead of Sharon?" The answer to that question is that Rusty knows exactly what he's doing. And knows that he's got a much better chance of getting the gun and a concealed permit by speaking to Andy first. This way Rusty has someone else on his side about getting the gun. If Rusty were to go to Sharon first she'd be much more likely to say no. He's got someone as a buffer to Sharon and that will help soften the blow for him. And I also love Andy's reaction. "What!" "At least your not completely crazy." "Oh my god."

Looming threat of Stroh

Sharon's Fish Artwork and her Office

In my review of pt1 I talked about one of the kid's book Moby Dick that Sharon had on her desk and how that symbolizes Stroh and Sharon's relationship. Sharon's new artwork on her walls. One of the paintings is of a giant whale being caught by a tiny fishermen. MC is very deliberate with it's details this not a coincidence. Especially considering this really isn't the kind of artwork you would think Sharon would have. It isn't anything like any of her other artwork. And when has she ever talked about her love of fishing?

Not to mention that since Sharon's office has blown up all of her furniture and artwork is completely new. Her furniture is very sixties vintage looking to me. While the condo might have a touch of that this it's much more so prevalent here. I also really like the colors they choose. Lots of soft blues and a few splashes of bright yellow. Blue is a very calming color and Sharon would want to feel comfortable in her office. A space that's a home away from home to her. The yellow gives it a bright vibrancy to the room but there's only a small touch of it. To the point that it wouldn't overwhelm you, it's an inviting room.

Andrea Hobbs and her slightly awkward speech about her feelings on Rusty Can we talk about how awesome this little speech Andrea gives Rusty. Her I didn't like you because I don't like kids and you were annoying but now you're an adult and mostly have out grown that annoying. Is pure awesome. And I love how she gives this speech because it's her worrying over him because he doesn't want protection.

I don't understand why Sharon doesn't compromise. She loves making deals. I could see her making a deal with Rusty. He can get a gun and a CPL if he accepts undercover officers. And I am kind of surprised that Sharon didn't put her foot down more about the protection. I get that it's been a few years since Stroh was around - but this is Sharon we're talking about. She knows how to negotiate. I think the only thing I can think of is that...

1. Rusty is older and wiser. Rusty has grown up since season 3. He's not the same person he was before and he's not as naive as once he was.

2. Sharon ordered undercover officers without Rusty knowledge and she saw the effects of that from a different perspective. And how something like a mother's obsessive protectiveness ended up putting a wedge between a mother and her child.

3. Rusty is an adult. Who is capable of making his own decisions. 4. If he doesn't accept police protection he's going to need some kind of way to defend himself.

5. Seeing that Lucas died because he didn't have access to food or his insulin. Prompts Sharon into thinking that Rusty should have a gun. In case he's separated from Protection. And this sound an awful lot like foreshadowing to me.

Wait...Is Rusty tracking Stroh's kills? huh....why?

Shooting Range Seeing Sharon load a gun is such a contrast to Rusty firing the gun. She's instructing him but all the while she's completely focused on the gun. Rusty's confidence isn't his problem but focus might be. He certainly needs a lot of practice that's for sure.

Fire & Water: Dealing with our emotions

Sarah & Mateo Garza

This arc really seems to make a huge point in the way that Sarah deals with her emotions and grief verses the way Mateo deals with them. Sarah is volatile and angry. She feels her emotions very intensely and often lets them control her. Look at how she explodes with anger at everyone closest to her when confronted about her sons death. Her husband, priest and her son's closest friend's parents. When the search warrant is executed at their house in part one. That's the first time we get some intense emotions coming off of her. She explodes with anger at Mateo, yelling at him. Which gives the detectives a sense that there are some real problems in their marriage.

Mateo on the other hand doesn't deal with his emotions at all. He's intensely repressed. It's not that he doesn't feel the same emotions. In fact I may argue he may feel them more intensely which may explain why he's an addict. He doesn't want to feel them. He doesn't want to feel out of control. Especially his behavior at the morgue. He was so numb almost like a walking corpse. The way he talked about his son, about how they removed his organs and stitched his body back up. In such a clinical detached way almost like he was talking about a doll or a car.

I find it interesting that these two are married, yet so very different. It's obvious that things aren't rosy between the two of them. There's so much going on with Mateo that he's not dealing with and may even feel that he needs to hold it together to deal with Sara's volatile moods. They are such a spot light in these episodes with their emotions and the way the deal with them that they are most definitely a mirror to...

Sharon & Andy Sharon and Andy are two very different people. Something all of us fans know very well. Like Sarah Garza, Andy is an intense ball of emotions. He feels and acts first and thinks second. There have been many times when Sharon (most often) has had to hold Andy back from his emotions. Like in "Heart Failure" when the killer punched Sharon in the face. Sharon had to yell at Andy to defuse his emotions. Like Mateo, Andy is also an addict. Fortunately for Andy, he's sober and clear enough to feel his emotions.

Since we really don't know what it was that caused Andy to drink so heavily. I suspect that it was a combination of different things. The stuff that you see as a cop could drive anyone to drink. And since Andy feels his emotions so deeply there might not have been anyone he could have talked to about them. It was also suggested in "The Ecstasy and The Agony" that Andy may have drunk because their was an emptiness inside of himself that he was desperately trying to fill.

Sharon is much like Mateo Garza. Repressed and reserved. She feels emotions quite deeply but does not express them very easily. She takes her time in dealing with her emotions, usually by herself. Sharon is similar to Mateo in another way in that she desperately does not want to feel out of control. She has a hugely hard time feeling vulnerable in front of others. So much like the way she dealt with shooting Dwight Darnell. She detached herself from her own emotions. She was cold, probably more cold than we'd ever seen her. It's a defense mechanism for her, in that she's trying to protect herself from the intensity of her feelings.

Unlike, Sarah and Mateo. Sharon and Andy have a much healthier relationship. They have managed to balance themselves out with the other. In a way that I can't see Sarah and Mateo ever getting to. Sharon is still Sharon and Andy is still Andy but the two of them are better people for having been in a relationship with the other.

Andy has his anger issues but he's become a much calmer person that he was before. A lot of that has to do with his own work on himself and a lot of that has to do with his relationship with Sharon. And how her calm personality and influence temper the flame inside of himself. Like wise with Sharon. She's still very reserved and always will be but not like she was before. Andy's bright and passionate personality has helped to push Sharon much more out of her shell. She is able to enjoy life more now that she has a supportive partner.

Two Mothers

The Morgue & The Church: Sharon and Sarah

The way the morgue was lit and shot. Felt like another funeral scene. The stark colors, the natural light. The organ/funeral music that has played very subtly throughout both parts. I don't think we've had music quite like that on MC ever before. Most of it's pretty standard stuff so to me to have it so tailor made for an arc is something that stands out.

The morgue scene is very similar in tone and the way it's shot to the ending of part 1. But where's the church scene focused on Sharon's emotions. The morgue focus' on Sarah's emotions. Lucas' mother.

Conflicting missions

Sharon & Father Stan

Anyone find it odd that Father Jonas Alcaraz has a full name but Father Stan is just called Father Stan. And I don't even know if that's his first name or last name. Maybe Father Stan has only one name. You know like Cher.

"Are you suggesting are mission's conflict?" I also really like how Sharon talks to Father Stan in her office. Notice that she doesn't take him to her conference room or an interrogation room, the break-room or the murder room. It's her office she talks to him. Why? Because it's her inner sanctum and the place she feels most comfortable. Her office really represents her heart.

Sharon bares her soul to him. Sometimes in matters that even Andy doesn't know or understand (as we have seen in White Lies). Father Stan is one of the very few people that she trusts to be open and vulnerable with. So got to be extremely troubling for her to find herself on the opposite side of him.

Sharon being pulled in two different directions by challenging her faith in the catholic church verse her belief in the justice system. Is about a million times more interesting of an arc for her than her being sick. I am so jazzed about the next few episodes and seeing how she's going to have to struggle in dealing with being on the opposite side of her priest/church. This is a position that she never expected that she would ever be in but somehow has found her way to. She has dealt with the church before but this is different because this is not just any church and not just any priest.

Speaking of Sharon being sick....whatever happened to that storyline? It's such a odd thing for them to subtly hint about it in pt1 and not doing anything with it in pt2.

I love how Sharon speaks to Father Stan after Father Jonas leaves their interrogation. Almost like she's talking to a little boy and leaving out the part that they pissed him off. I mean I understand what she was trying to do. Trying to talk it down and smooth some edges before he hears Father Jonas' side of the story.

Unfortunately for her it doesn't work.

"We have nothing to hide." Father Stan goes from being open and very cooperative in the beginning of the episode. But by the end of the episode only a court order will force him to let the police into the church's private rooms. I find it interesting that he tells Sharon that there's no need for them to have a search warrant but he won't let them in. Neither did he tell them that Father Jonas had left until Sharon asked him. He knew what they were there for. And I understand his need to protect him but if Father Jonas hurt those boys he needs to answer for it. And While I don't think it was Father Jonas that took the boys I do think he it very likely he was molesting Ryan.

It's also interesting that since Sharon is so open to Father Stan with herself and her own heart. He's not as reciprocal when it becomes too tough for himself. And by that I mean his emotions regarding Father Jonas. Sharon let him into her heart and now he won’t let Sharon into his.

The ending scene(s)

I really really love what their doing for the Sanctuary City arc. The first two episodes and I'm guessing their going to continue doing this throughout the arc. Each ending scene is an poignant moment for Sharon. Part 1 features a Sharon who is almost blown away by the death of a child. To the point where she had to take a moment for herself before she broke down in front of her team. Part 2 features Sharon as she has to battle her own priest for access to a potential suspects room. And if we want to boil down the emotions that Sharon expresses in each scene. It would be...

Sadness (or depression) Anger

Could each episodes's ending express a different emotion in the stages of grief? Interestingly there are five of them and their are five episodes in this arc. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance.

I don't know if I'm reading too much into it but I think it would be kind of cool if they did that. What is becoming clear is that Sharon is at the focus of these very poignant scenes. And do you know how much I love that!

Speculation: Let's gather what we do know. Lucas may not have been murdered and his death looks like the result of him not getting insulin to treat his diabetes. He did not have access to food or was not allowed to have any. He was left at the church, wrapped in a blanket and left on the flower bed. The boys were not coherst into the car that drove them away from the field trip. All three boys had family issues. Two with father issues and one with the looming threat of deportation. Father Jonas Alcaraz left in the middle of the missing boys not being found.

What does this information tell us? The person who took them was someone they knew and trusted. The person who dumped Lucas' body cared about him. Probably someone with a connection to the church. Like a member of the church or one of the parents.

Which makes me think definitely not Marvin Garret or Ryan's father. Both of them wouldn't think twice about putting Lucas' body at the church. Garret wouldn't care where he would have left his body and Ian doesn't have enough care for Lucas to put his body there. My new suspect, Ryan's mother. Miss Rojas.

What I don't like: Lots of over acting. While I like the contrasting between the two parents, Sarah's extreme emotional outbursts verses Mateo's calm almost corpse like manner. And I talk about the reason why their portrayed the way they are but Sarah was just was just too over the top. If they could have held her back a bit on that I think she would have nailed it. I think for the case with The Garza’s mirroring Shandy the point could have gotten across the same but with more subtly. I'm all for annoying FBI agents doing their job in a shitty way and MC walking all over them. But the two of them are written so brusque that they could be scaled back a bit too.

the face of crazy

What I do like: Sharon getting an emotional arc! Sharon battling her own priest in her own church. Makes it so intensely personal for her and I love it so much! The Garza's as a mirror for Sharon and Andy's relationship. The ending scene, the morgue scene. Rusty going to Andy about a gun. Because he's smart and also because fathership. Every time I view this episode I like it more and more. And I am really excited to see how the rest of this arc is going to play out and what it will ultimately do to Sharon's psyche.

#major crimes #sharon raydor #sharon finally geting an arc!#andy flynn #provenza #rusty beck #andrea hobbs #a reactionary post #mc season 6 a reactionary post

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Major Crimes-Sanctuary City Pt. 2

So, overall I liked this episode better than episode 1. I also liked this episode better the second time around—for a couple of reasons. First, I no longer had any expectations of a personal scene or interaction between Sharon and Andy so the heavy disappointment I felt the first time around was gone. Second, I didn’t have the sick feeling in my stomach that I had the first time around fearing that Sharon would find out she had some awful illness—at least not in this episode.

One thing I have felt that is really lacking this season is the personal side of things. MC has never been all that great in this regard (far different from TC) except when it came to Rusty, but with all the hype about how this season would be more focused on the personal side of things I have certainly not seen evidence of that. This case has to be putting Sharon into emotional turmoil; however, all we have gotten are a few sighs of dismay and leaning emotionally on a chair or desk. I would love to have had a scene between Sharon and Andy in the condo where Sharon discusses some of her feelings with him—or at least vents a bit. We used to get all kinds of that with Brenda and Fritz, why not Sharon and Andy? I get that Sharon is more repressed with her feelings, certainly far more than Brenda is. But she DOES have feelings and emotions. She is NOT a robot.

On that topic, it feels like there hasn’t been any sense of connection between Sharon and Andy at all this season. If you were new to the show and blinked during the few seconds in episode 1 that Andy was in the condo with Sharon you would have no clue that they are a couple. Rather shocking considering they are supposed to be getting married in a couple of episodes. What scene did I feel was missing in this episode? Andy talking to Sharon about Rusty getting a gun. I mean, Rusty is Duff’s favorite topic of discussion so it would fit into the type of Sharon and Andy conversation he allows—nothing personal about themselves, their relationship, just talk about Rusty—sorry, trying not to get too salty. And let’s face it; Rusty is really one of the last people on earth you would want to have a gun. He is emotionally immature and impetuous—look how horribly he did when Sharon allowed him to participate in catching his stalker. I could totally see him hearing a noise in the condo in the dark of night, panicking and shooting Andy or Sharon. I would love to have heard their thoughts on this. More police parents please.

Sharon’s illness-Though it wasn’t mentioned in this episode, which is strange because it was handled in a pretty heavy handed manner in episode 1, that actually makes me even more nervous. I feel like they were trying to lull us into a false sense of security, only to bash us on the head with something horrible in the next episode or two. I really hope that I am proven to be a Chicken Little running around shouting “the sky is falling” but I just have this sense of foreboding. I feel like when it comes to Sharon and Andy every time we’ve gotten excited about something either nothing happens, or it happens off screen and it never gets played out. So, why should the wedding be any different? We’re all so excited about it so there has to be something to take away our joy.

Over the top-Okay, this is been commented on several times but I couldn’t agree more. Mrs. Diaz was completely over the top in her reactions. I wish they had taken some of the time wasted on her hysteria and put in a Sharon/Andy moment. Also, the bumbling FBI agents. It feels like most of the time when an antagonist is brought on this show they are either complete over the top bitches (Emma) or thoroughly incompetent. The one exception was Sharon. Sharon was intelligent, competent, strong and really good at her job, which is what put her in conflict with Major Crimes and Brenda in particular.

So, now on to the episode.

“Diabetes didn’t dump him in this flower bed.”

Buzz is really becoming a more vocal and confident member of the team rather than just an observer. However, he just went through his reserve training, shouldn’t he be on patrol somewhere? How he is he already a detective in the most elite branch of the LAPD?

“Thank you for your insights, Detective Page”

Sharon’s amusement with Page and her constant interruptions is in direct contrast to her smack down of Emma Rios when she behaved in the same manner. So, what gives? Why isn’t Sharon taking her to task? My thought is that Cami is simply a clueless bull in a china shop kind of person; she is not being aggressive and going at Sharon in the manner than Emma did. Also, Emma was after Rusty and actively working separate Sharon and Rusty and you don’t fuck with Mama Bear Raydor when it comes to her kids.

“Christ would never keep me out, would you?”

Provenza really hates the Catholic Church, that’s been ongoing throughout the series, but Jonas isn’t helping himself by barring entry. The minute he did that, it screams “guilty!”

“Sacrilege is a child dead outside our church. Besides we have nothing to hide.”

Father Stan is being pretty transparent here and is irritated with Jonas for not opening the doors. This would lead me to believe that if something was up at the church he is not aware of it.

****SPOILER-don’t read the part in italics if you don’t want to know about the wedding**.

Also, in the wedding picture Father Stan is marrying Sharon and Andy and I can’t imagine that she would allow him to marry them if he had any knowledge of wrong doing—even if it wasn’t something he could be convicted for.

“It’s all true and it’s all wrong.”

It was interesting to see how each media outlet twisted the same facts to push forward their own agenda. Kind of like flipping from Fox to MSNBC—the facts are the same, but they are presented completely differently.

“But be aware, I’m not giving up my jurisdictional authority over this case without cause.”

“It’s better to have the FBI inside the tent and pissing out than outside the tent and pissing in.”

“But either way, I’ m not cleanin’ it up.”

Love to see sassy Sharon again. Also liked the impressed look Cami gave Mason, a sort of “Hell yeah, that’s my boss.”

“Look, when I first met you I didn’t like you. Not only because you were difficult but because I mostly dislike all teenagers but now though, you’re an adult and you’ve grown on me.”

Andrea is great here. She is very Provenza-like in some ways. Both would never be able to come right out and say they care about someone.

“I have put so much faith in the Catholic Church; I would ask that the church put just a little faith in me.”

Poignant scene here. Watching Sharon with Father Stan and her saying this made me think of the role reversal. Last season we had Sharon in Father Stan’s domain, in the confessional pouring out her heart and gaining absolution (we had more personal interaction between Sharon and her priest than we have had between Sharon and her fiancée) and in this scene, Father Stan is on the other side of the desk and Sharon is the one in control.

I agree with @milquetoast-on-acid in her great analyis. Provenza, Cami and Wes were the wrong choices to interview Father Jonas. Wes might have been okay with Mike and Andy but he fed off Provenza’s antagonistic condescension and Cami’s aggressiveness. By coming off in such a manner all they did was put Jonas on the defensive and ultimately caused him to shut down completely and walk away.

“This is exactly the ending I wanted to avoid.”

But it was the ending that was inevitable the minute she chose those three to do the interview.

Sharon rises rather wearily after saying this and Andy and Rusty share a concerned look. Is it because they feel Sharon is not getting better or because she was upset at the way the interview turned out?

“It’s great that you understand the way Commander Raydor thinks but it might be better for…well…everyone if you let her talk first. I mean, since she is in charge.”

I like that Wes took it upon himself to educate Cami in the ways of working with the team. I guess he figures Sharon will only take so much. Also, unlike Cami, he is not oblivious to the looks passed around amongst the team and probably knows there will be push back to her at some point. Also, I think Wes really respects Sharon and doesn’t like to see her disrespected in the way Cami has been doing.

“Are you suggesting our missions conflict?” Said with a steely Sharon look.

As important as the church is to Sharon she has never been afraid to go toe to toe with a priest. This scene reminded me of “The Ecstasy and the Agony” when the priest tried to expel Rusty for fighting and Sharon laid down the law with him. Als,o in the confessional, Sharon said to Father Stan, “Your rules, Father, not mine” which leads me to believe that they’ve had some arguments regarding some of the more archaic rules of the church (I’m thinking co-habitating, birth control, female priests, divorce) though Father Stan seems pretty open minded. He wasn’t fazed at all that Sharon was living with Andy and actually tried to reassure her about it and seemed pleased.

“I think it would be wrong to bring a weapon into the house without her permission.”

“Oh good, you’re not completely crazy.”

Love this fathership scene. Interesting that Rusty does the same thing with Andy’s name as he does with Sharon. When Rusty wants something he is Andy, at other times Lieutenant—odd now that Andy is living with them. He used to do that with Sharon, when he wanted something she was Mom, otherwise, she was Sharon and he still goes between Sharon and Mom, which is also weird.

Rusty has also learned what most kids learn early on, the best way to get what you want from Mom is to get Dad on your side.

“Commander Raydor leads or we go our separate ways. The end.”

Enjoying the Sharon/Mason dynamic much more this episode. Sharon seems to be much more in character. She has taken control, asserted her authority but does so in a way that is not insubordinate. And Mason is a much better leader than Taylor, who was only interested in doing what was good for Taylor and making sure to further his career. When Sharon was on board with that all was great, when she wasn’t he could turn on her. Mason is much more of a team player and seems to truly respect Sharon.

Tension between the police and FBI-Things were better when Fritz was the FBI liaison and was able to be a buffer between the two institution(BTW-Where is Fritz?) These two groups should be working together to find out what happened to these kids, not just snarking at each other. Instead of expending energy in trying to thwart each other, they ought to be all in helping each other on the case. It’s a pet peeve of mine and it’s why I’ve always loved Sharon. She doesn’t care who gets the credit as long as the outcome is a good one.

“Commander something popped up on our wire.”

And….

“Commander would it be okay if I mentioned the Hollywood Strangler?”

Oh, Buzz. He still hasn’t’ learned to check out the room before opening his mouth. And, wow, he’s definitely not quick on his feet when it comes to making up a story.

“I would never bring a gun into this house without your approval.”

“And without knowing how to use one which is why I’ve scheduled us a session at the LAPD firing range after work if I can make it.”

Sharon gave in a lot quicker than I thought she would—but again, everything but the case seems rushed. I wish we’d had that Sharon/Andy scene to see how she processed this and came to the conclusion she did. What was it? Fear of Stroh? To be honest I’m just not feeling that. Sharon doesn’t seem particular anxious or worried about Stroh, she isn’t pressuring Rusty to have undercover protection, nor is Andy. I’m surprised that neither of them seem very concerned, in fact, Andrea seems far more worried than either Sharon or Andy which has led me to an odd feeling with this season.

Or did Sharon give in so easy because this case is hitting close to home. Boys close to Rusty’s age, that went to Rusty’s school and their church. Is she thinking that the same thing could happen to Rusty with the threat of Stroh and that it might not happen if he has a gun and can protect himself. Not sure.

“What about Irish-Americans, Italian-Americans? That doesn’t come up.”

How very true Mike. Also interesting that he chose the two nationalities of Sharon and Andy. At least I think they are. Definitely Irish for both, but am I assuming that Andy’s Mom was Italian or was it said somewhere? I don’t remember. I’ve just always figured his dad was Irish with a name like Flynn and his mom Italian—but I don’t know if the Italian part is just me or if it’s canon.

“You can’t beguile someone who doesn’t want to be beguiled. I’ve tried.”

Wes could SO be Andy’s son. Love Sharon’s amused smile. I think she has a soft spot for Wes because he is so much like Andy.

“I have what could be damning information about Father Jonas.”

“What sort of damning information?”

“He’s been transferred to 6 different dioceses in 5 years.”

You can visibly see this deflate Sharon. This was NOT what she wanted to hear.

“Since Father Jonas won’t come to us, let’s go to him.”

And now Sharon is pissed.

“I want you to remember that this training is about the gun, it is not about the soul. Taking a human life up close is very hard(something Sharon so recently dealt with). You need to put some serious thought into…..BANG BANG BANG.

Seriously? I really wish that Andy had been part of this family outing. I would love to have seen him sternly take the gun from Rusty and tell him that you do NOT go off half- cocked—that is a sure way of getting others killed, including himself. I was surprised that Sharon handled it all so coolly and didn’t lecture him about taking this seriously.

“Sharon your detectives can’t look through our private quarters.”

Oh, no, not Father Stan too….I was hoping he’d still be one of the good guys but if you have nothing to hide you shouldn’t be afraid of any searches. What is Stan hiding? The fact that Father Jonas has not just left the church, he’s left the country. Does not look good for Father Jonas and now Father Stan is on shakier ground.

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My top 10 favorite Naruto characters. This only includes characters from the original & Shippuden series.

10. Kushina Uzumaki

Naruto’s mama. The boys picked on her, called her tomato, & she literally whooped all their asses & got her infamous nickname, “the Red-Hot Habanero”! I stan for women who hold their own! Kushina literally gave birth & still fought off a demon-fox to save her son. ICONIC! THE BADDEST! I wish we could have seen more scenes of her as a bad bitch kunoichi.

9. Rock Lee

Wow. What a wholesome lil peach. My guy always gave it his absolute full-brow all!!! Never gave up! Inspirational! When he left the hospital & fought Kimimaro off the shits?!?? How many of y'alls faves could fight like a pro when he’s smacked??? Rock Lee said fuck the drinking age! Ima get this Drunken Fist off!!! Remember when he also got drunk at the restaurant, he fucked up that whole establishment & it took both, Gai & Neji to stop him? Omg. Lmao Rock Lee is a legend. I love him.

8. Gaara

Whew. What an incredible character development on this one. This browless bastard literally went from a cold-blooded killer to a Kazekage who wants to protect his village & be valued & loved. Gaara gave the war speech of his LIFE!!!!! My guy had me in TEARS! Omg. Commander of the allied shinobi force! He literally told all the shinobi to get their act together & if they still had beef after the war, to come see him. SPICY!

7. Sai

An underrated character. I love him. He was really out here just saying the entire truth, without any bias. But also, checked out all the books to learn how to be a proper friend & comrade. He really provided me with some of the funniest Naruto interactions in the series. Naruto was sick of his shit. Lmao he’s a staple in MY Team 7.

6. Shisui Uchiha

Whew-woo-hooooooooooo! I get so emotional over this lil baby. THE ONLY ANGEL IN THE UCHIHA CLAN & NO ONE CAN CLOCK ME ON THIS ONE! Shisui deserved all the better things in life. He only got limited time of screen time but I was DEVASTATED when he gave his life “for the good of the village.” This is when I started to hate Danzo with a fiery passion. The Uchiha’s or the village didn’t deserve Shisui. He was too pure & his eyeliner was too popping for all their corrupted mess.

5. Shikamaru Nara

I mean. What can I say about this pineapple head that hasn’t been said already? He ALWAYS did his part! My guy always minded his business but also, always came in clutch. When everybody got put under a genjutsu except him but he took it upon himself to take a so instead? Lmao! Iconic. Also, Shikamaru is truly Naruto’s bff (best fucking friend)!!! He wanted to be better so when the time came for Naruto to become Hokage, he could be there for him! We should all strive to be a friend like Shikamaru & we all wish to have a friend like him.

4. Temari

This kunoichi really doesn’t get the love she deserves. It’s cause she’s a confident bitch who gets mistaken for rude! & you know what?! Maybe she is mean & rude! But fuck y'all! She’s literally never thirsted after men throughout the series & was ALL about doing her job & was GOODT at it! I love her so much. She really curved a dead, reanimated dude & I screamed!!! Isn’t afraid to hurt feelings! I just relate to her. lol

3. Yamato

#JusticeForYamato2KFOREVER!!! I could talk about Yamato all day. The way they did my guy at the end of the series was foul!!! They got me tight!!! So they just kidnapped him off that floaty island, use him for some bullshit & forgot all about him!!!! Then they assign him to babysit Orochimaru, who is the one who experimented on him as a child! Like…..the injustice is so incredible. But lemme focus on why I love him. He was such a good “replacement” for Kakashi. So professional! Efficient! Loyal! Talented! He’s really it! He’s really come a long way. Danzo THOUGHT he could control him but he had heart! I absolutely loved his relationship with Naruto. He took care of Naruto with his ALL! Although he was his superior he treated him like his equal, guided him & respected his input. But also? Was not afraid to reprimand that ass & put fear into his heart. Lol Yamato had a dope of sense of humor though. It kinda feels like he was Naruto’s older brother or uncle. A very important male figure in Naruto’s life! I don’t even wanna get into the great Kakashi interactions cause there’s so many! Kakashi loves Yamato & the feeling is mutual! Yamato really is a great, essential character.

2. Kakashi Hatake

The most well-written & multi-dimensional character in the entire Naruto series. As a writer myself, I hope to write characters as interesting & dynamic as Kakashi. Honestly, if you don’t like Kakashi, I can’t trust you. Like, how??? Kakashi is super-flawed, like, my guy had a fucked childhood. He deserved better but he made mistakes, learned from them, & strived to be better than the day before. He was a lil asshole lmao but now??? A dork. A friend. A great comrade. A Hokage??? Whew. Such incredible growth! I would trust Kakashi with my life tbh & I don’t trust nobody! & the reason Kakashi hasn’t aged is because he minds his business & I respect that so much. Kakashi is just an icon. Swag levels through the roof. I just. There’s so much to say but not enough time! I’m in the #KakashiHive.

1. Naruto Uzumaki

I get wild emotional if I think too deeply into what Naruto did for my life. Like, honestly, I just started watching Naruto for inspiration for a script I was writing. I did get that inspiration but I wasn’t expecting to get sucked in & be invested. I can’t relate to Naruto at all. He’s just so pure but he inspires me to be & do better. Although he’s a fictional character, there’s a lot of qualities about him that I think everybody should apply to their own lives. Also? The baddest bitch. No one can take him. If anybody wants to try & whoop his ass, they can line up & wait to get their wig rocked. It’s inevitable. Ugh, I love him so much. Like, he made me like the color orange. An icon.

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