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The Spy (7/?)
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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Adeline Taylor (OC)
Warnings: period typical sexism, series typical violence, period typical views of PTSD, period typical racism, blood and gore, angst, sexual situations, infertility, loss of child
Summary: Adeline has a long needed conversation with an old friend, and she learns more about what happened in Birmingham during her time away.
**Note: This is a series, so you should read The School Teacher and The Messenger first if you want to understand everything.**
Word Count: 2638
Author’s Note: Oof, this one was emotional, but I kinda love it. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list.
Birmingham, 1924
“So this, right, this is Birmingham. Definitely not kosher, no. Not that a fuckin’ goya like you would care ‘bout that, no.” 
His wasn’t the voice she’d expected to find her, but she shouldn’t have been surprised to hear it. A smile tugged at her lips. She’d come out to the schoolhouse to clear her head. Finding a dress had been simple because for all that nothing remained the same, she still knew what would make her look nearly irresistible to Tommy. Even as the thought of him choosing to ignore her in spite of the dress sent a sharp pain through her chest, she welcomed the distraction. Anything to get away from Sidney and his plans for the Shelby Foundation dinner tonight. 
“They named a foundation after me. Gonna help fund this school. Seems a bit like I’ve died before my time.” Adeline paused, turned to face Alfie. “Again.” 
“You have a habit, right, a bad habit of dyin’ before it’s time to do such things. Always getting things out of order you are.” 
“I didn’t die.” 
“Didn’t you?” Alfie asked, head tilted as though pondering it. “They feared you might have died. Died, that day at the Darby, or in the days after. What they don’t realize yet, these Shelby’s of yours, is that you did. Die.” Alfie paused. “Again.” 
“Momento Mori.” 
“Bloody hell.” 
Her eyes snapped up to him at the utter disappointment coloring the words. The deep set frown on his lips, the pinched look around his eyes, the way his fingers rubbed together at his sides - she’d seen him like that with fucking Ollie. Fuck. 
“It had to be done.” 
“Had to be done, right,” Alfie nodded slowly, absently. 
She hated his tone. Hated more how everything around Birmingham felt wrong, as though she didn’t belong here anymore. A thought she viciously ignored because if she didn’t belong here with Tommy, then she knew she belonged nowhere. It meant she might as well stay with Sidney because he might not care for her, but he had a use for her, and usefulness would keep her a live a bit longer…and that had to be better than dying of a broken heart.
“Of all the people in my life, Alfie, I thought you’d be the one to understand.” 
Alfie nodded again, stroked his beard. He took a step closer to her. “Understanding I ‘ave, pet. It’s not understanding that’s the trouble is it? Not the trouble with me, not the trouble with Thomas - ” he paused, nodded again. “You’re asking for absolution, for forgiveness, pet, and that, right, that is much more difficult to come by.”
Adeline choked back a sob because this was Alfie. The man she relied on to understand her circumstance, her choices.  
“752 days, pet. It’s a long time to be separated from your family.”
“I had to make sure you were safe.”
“Not your job to protect me, pet. Not from the likes of George Bergmann.” 
She wanted to snort at the derisive tone he used whenever he said George’s name. The way he elongated the vowels as though they’d caused him personal offense.   
“Goes by Sidney Reilly now,” Adeline said. “Seems you were right about him being Russian.” 
Alfie rubbed his beard again. Adeline frowned at the red irritated skin she could see. He wasn’t taking care of himself as he should. She walked to the base of the stairs leading to the schoolhouse and sat. 
“Whatever name he goes by makes no difference to me, pet. Still don’t need you protecting me from him.” 
“Wasn’t just you I was protecting that day.” 
Alfie nodded. “Yes, of course. Protected Thomas, protected all the lads there at the Darby that day. Lads who did a gorgeous, just beautiful job it was, at killing many of Campbell’s men.” 
“This was different.”
“Was it?” 
Adeline narrowed her eyes. She pushed up from her spot on the stairs and moved in on Alfie. “You know it is. This is bigger than a turf war in Birmingham or London. Campbell was just the opening for Sidney’s larger plan. It was him all along, pulling the strings, testing his plans.”
“And you played right into his hand. Like a puppet on a fuckin’ string you danced to his tune. Thought you were smarter than that.” 
“Fuck you.” 
“Fuck me?”
Adeline turned her head away.
“Why didn’t you leave him? I allowed you to go, right, nodded me fuckin’ head because I thought you’d lead him on a merry chase and kill ‘im, as is your right. Not fuckin’ allow him to take you with ‘im.”
Adeline whirled around so fast she knew her neck would be sore the next day. “Leave? You don’t think I thought about it? Every day I thought about it. How easy it would be to sneak out, to disappear in the middle of the night. To come back to London, to Birmingham, to fucking Small Heath. But what would I have come back to, Alfie, hm? Corpses? Would you have me come home to a pile of dead bodies? Sidney had, still does have, men watching the Shelby’s. Now I know he’s got the fuckin’ Economic League on side, and who knows how far that reach goes.” 
“Excuses, pet. Pathetic excuses.” 
“I didn’t expect you to hate me so much.”
“Bloody hell, pet. I don’t hate you. I’m angry, right, so angry I hardly know what to do with meself, but couldn’t hate you. Same as Thomas, the fool that he is, can’t hate you anymore than I can. But, anger? Oh, got plenty of that, deserved it is, too. Bloody foolish girl, right, runnin’ off, not coming home. Not lettin’ any of us help you. After all this time, I thought you’d trust me more than that.” 
“You sound just like Thomas,” Adeline began. “Talkin’ ‘bout trust like it’s all so simple.”
“Not simple. Not simple at all, but you make it difficult to help you when you run off and stay gone. Sending messages like it’s scraps from the table for bloody Cyril. He misses you, too. Pouts around the ‘ouse like a pathetic thing.”
“Sidney brought me to Small Heath,” Adeline said. “A couple of weeks after the Darby, after I thought about coming back. I snuck out of where he had us staying. Sidney caught up with me a couple of miles from Small Heath, and brought me the rest of the way into town. I saw Thomas.” Adeline smiled at the memory. “He walked down the street as he always had, coat billowing behind him. Sidney pointed to a rooftop on a building adjacent to where we stood. Hid himself fairly well, but I know a sharpshooter when I see one, and there one sat just waiting. Barrel of that rifle trained on Thomas. I understood Sidney’s message. How is Tommy supposed to defend himself from an attack like that, hm?” 
Alfie nodded. “You know, I’ve often wondered what it would take to break you. One of the most stubborn women I’ve ever met. Strongest, too. Very strong. Strong of will, of mind - not allowing anyone, anything to break her. Now, George - er, Sidney, what a fucking stupid name, if you let him, pet, he will break you. Not a shattering, not an honorable death. No. He’ll take a small piece of you at a time. So small right, that you won’t even notice it until he’s taken so many small pieces that you’re not you anymore. Right, and he’ll take those stolen pieces of you and reassemble them for you, present it as a gift he will, a fucking present for you. And you’ll take it because you won’t know to know anymore. He’ll have made you stupid. Deadly, but stupid. I fear, pet, he may have already started.” 
Adeline stared at Alfie. She could hear the blood roaring through her veins, felt hear heart beating fiercely in her breast. How much of her had Sidney already taken? Was she already lost? She feared she might be. 
“About that day,” Alfie began as though it were an afterthought. “That day Sidney brought you to Small Heath, put on a show for you, right, a bloody show. You didn’t look closely enough, not closely enough at all. Taught you better than that, but Sidney has this power over you, pet, don’t like it, not at all because had you been lookin’, you’d’ve seen on the opposite rooftop another man with a rifle aimed at the sniper you focused all of your energy on.”
“What?” 
Her voice sounded distant, as though through a tunnel. Her eyes dimmed a bit at the edges, her body swayed. Alfie caught her as her knees gave out and together they crumpled to the ground with enough force to push the air from her lungs. White noise echoed through her mind. 
“You - ”
“Faith, pet. Godless thing you are, but have some faith in me, right? I’d not let the one man, the only man, who brings the most brilliant smile to your face, right, the happiest I’ve ever seen you is when you’re with Thomas Shelby, and I’d not let the likes of Sidney Reilly take that from you so easily.”
“You saw me with him that day?”
Alfie pressed a kiss to the side of her head. Adeline allowed the tears she’d been holding since she’d come back to Birmingham trail down her face. How had she allowed this to happen? Would it have been as simple as leaving, as coming home and allowing the danger to follow her? What an embarrassment she was. Missing the signs that Alfie’d been there, just over her shoulder. She thought back to when Michael and Isaiah had shown up, how it was a friend of Alfie who offered them a safe place to meet. Did she really doubt the powerful men in her life so much? How could fear take control of her so easily?
“You must walk your own path. Don’t like it, and I think you made a damn foolish choice, but some lessons are meant to be learned the hard way. Stubborn, godless, girl that you are. Foolish, too. I’ve known where you were each day since you’ve been gone. Seemed like you had something to prove to yourself during your time with Sidney, but be careful, pet. He’s got himself nestled in your head, right, like poison. Always has. Never ‘ave figured out how he managed it with you. You’re not the same wide-eyed girl you were when the war began, when Sidney first inserted himself into your life, so don’t act as though you are still that girl.” 
Immediately, an argument sprang to her tongue, but she bit it back because she knew Alfie to be correct in his assessment of things. Damn him. He always knew. Knew her. Knew the people around her. Sidney had been in her head for so long that he’d slithered down into her heart. The realization gave her no peace, brought more tears because she didn’t know how to remove him from the small dark corner he’d created for himself. Love, hate - they swirled in an indistinguishable mess in her mind, in her heart. 
“I never should have come to Birmingham.”
“Bullshit.” 
“Alfie - ”
“I know what has been taken from you,” Alfie’s voice was thick, as though the words brought physical pain to him. “I know. And when Sidney leaves this Earth, he will languish forever in the deepest pit of Hell forever, right? Until then, it is our job, our duty to see him suffer as much as we can for the limited time remaining to him. In order, yes, in order for him to suffer as severely as he must, you need to allow me, allow Thomas to assist you in creating such misery for him that he forever regrets the choices he made.” 
Adeline looked away. 
“If you intend to continue being a part of Thomas’ family, as you had before, as Mrs. Thomas Shelby, then this duty of yours, this duty to see Sidney Reilly as persecuted as a man can be while he crawls upon the Earth like a slug, then you owe the truth of it all to Thomas, to your future husband.” 
“He can never know!” 
Alfie growled as his eyes narrowed. “And where have your secrets landed you, hm? Have they served you yet, pet?”
“This is nothing like that. You claim you know, and you know better than most others would, but it’s not something you could possibly understand, Alfie. The shame of knowing I’ll never bear children, never feel life grow in my womb, never be the mother to the children of the man I love. Tommy deserves a…whole woman. One who can provide him heirs.” 
“Did Thomas Shelby become the bloody King in the two years you’ve been gone, pet? Heirs? Do you listen to the nonsense you speak to me? Bloody heirs.” 
Alfie turned to face her, took her chin in his hand. “If I ever hear you say such things about yourself, lies about not being a bloody whole woman, I’ll take you over me knee. Any any, yeah, any fucking foolish man who dares say you’re anything less because of circumstances, right, circumstances a lesser woman would have died from I’ll kill ‘em with me bare hands. Hell pet, li’l Ollie could kill the man who would say anything so stupid about you.”
Adeline laughed at the thought of Ollie killing someone, the sound startled her enough to pull a genuine smile to her face. Alfie always made things sound simple, easy. 
“‘Course it’s easy, pet,” Alfie said, proving once again that he probably did read her mind. “Trust Thomas. He’s earned at least that from you after all of this, yeah? Any man willing to march into Churchill’s office and demand assistance locating his missing fiancée like he did, right, deserves the truth from you because he loves you to the point of madness. When he’s done punishing you because of his anger, he’ll go back to lovin’ you so much it makes the rest of us uncomfortable because we know any love we have won’t be so powerful as his. Make jealous fools of us all he does when he’s ‘round you.” 
“You sound sure he loves me as he did before.” 
Alfie snorted as he used his cane to stand to his feet. “‘Course I’m sure. Tonight at this party of his, right, he’ll see you in your dress. See the way Sidney pretends you belong to him, yeah, he’ll watch the way Sidney parades around with you on his arm even though you’ve still got another man’s ring on your finger and Thomas Shelby will not tolerate it, no. His jealousy will overcome his anger at you, and well, jealous men are dangerous beasts, are they not? Thomas will do something foolish, you’ll scold him for it, and then do unmentionable things to each other that I never want to hear a single word about, understand? Not a single word.”
Adeline laughed at the rather traumatized look on Alfie’s face. She could very well understand his position because if he had a woman in his life, she’d want him happy, but she’d also want no details about their bedroom dalliances. She stood, watched the way the streetlamp cast shadows along his cheek. 
“I hope you’re right, Alfie.”
“Hope? Hope is for children, like wishes, yeah, useless things, fickle, right, but you listen closely to me, right, listen because I’ll not be repeating myself. I’ve not been wrong ‘bout Thomas Shelby, not once since you brought him into my life, allowed him into yours. I’m not about to start being wrong ‘bout him now.”
Adeline pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Alfie.”
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i watched the dallas theater company les mis and here are my observations part TWO
i recently watched a modern adaptation of les mis from 2014! i took hella notes bc les mis being set in modern day has a LOT MORE than you would think! i just posted my act one notes, so here are the ones from act two. enjoy! :D
ACT TWO
(Building The Barricade)
oh javert,,,you and your red beret-scarf combo
everyone shakes hands the same way?? they all like. half bro hug. young people ig 🤷‍♀️ 
oh on my own is gonna hurt me huh
éponine has her hands up when she goes to take the letter to cosette that’s an interesting take
jvj looks so done lmao “really bruh just give me the letter i’ll give it to cosette it’s FINE”
omg first time i’ve ever seen éponine not take the money after the letter!! that actually makes so much sense bc she doesn’t take marius’ money when he asks her to find cosette’s house either. that,,,yes that’s good
the modern era begs the question... why didn’t marius just ask for cosette’s number?? i’d assume it’s just a thing that jvj doesn’t allow her to have a phone bc The Cops, but. maybe marius and cosette are the straight version of cottagecore lesbians they just write letters for ~The Aesthetic~
(On My Own)
i was right on my own was gonna hurt me
first time i’ve ever seen an éponine disguise where she actually passes as a boy lmao 
FINALLY A VERSION OF OMO WHERE ITS NOT JUST FORLORN SELF-CARESSING THANK YOU
surprisingly i have less notes here that’s fun i thought i’d have more
(Javert at the Barricades)
WOAHHHHH THEY DID NOT SKIMP ON BARRICADE SET PIECES THAT SHIT IS COOOOOL
oh the barricade scenes are already hitting too hard 
cops are in riot gear cops. are in. riot gear.
oh the javert spy thing that also hits funny because obviously
gavroche is armed with a bat i love you son
FULL VERSION OF LITTLE PEOPLE AT THE BARRICADE AYEEEEE
(A Little Fall Of Rain)
wait hold on why is marius not,,,singing to éponine on “why have you come back here?” he’s like. scolding someone,,, huh??
oh enj goes to help marius with ép!! and he calls over who i assume would be joly i STAN
MARIUS CRIES AFTER ÉP DIES KILL MEEEE
(The First Attack)
i like how jvj does the second confrontation here. he looks less angry and more like,,,compassionate and that MAKES SENSE bc yk. he’s telling javert he’s wrong but he’s not doing it out of spite he’s doing it bc this guy NEEDS to know what he does as a cop and realize that being a cop isn’t just enforcing rules, and it never was just that. 
i do love the exasperated “gO” from jvj that’s kinda great ngl
(Drink With Me)
i’m very sad that there won’t be any exr from these boys
v e r y sad here
i do see grantaire looking PRETTY sad though
bold of y’all to assume that the modern day amis would all be straight
okay i can tell that grantaire really is going hard on the Existential Singing like,,,sure he’s just standing there but like. damn bro
SO THERE A R E LADIES ON THE BARRICADE WHY TF ARENT THEY FIGHTING
BETTER SEE SOME CHANGE THERE
i just realized that the cockades are buttons that is the BEST
(Bring Him Home)
jvj actually looks kinda happy in BHH and tbh i kinda like it?? it’s only on the “he’s like the son i might have known” line but i like it
oh those vowels oh boy they TALL
(The Final Battle)
enjolras is for some reason, still angry...why...why bro....
the staging for gavroche’s death is INTERESTING bc he’s reaching up at the sniper on the tower. hm. i dont hate it
OH SOMEONE ON THE BARRICADE IS RECORDING I THINK!!! GOOD ADDITION!!
i can’t imagine how many blood packs they went through 
oh enjolras’s death okay so. he’s in a like. No Man’s Land almost, and the riot cops come in after him. it’s an interesting take because it almost mirrors the scene in the book, except obvs grantaire isn’t here. they also have an added scene after he dies where cops are checking out and using radios that is. that is EERIE.
jvj walks over to enjolras’s body 🥺
HE ALSO FUCKIN S C R E A M S WHEN HE SEES MARIUS ON THE GROUND GODDAMN MAN O U C H
thenardier steals combeferre’s glasses wow thanks for that added pain
thenardier and jvj have a mini fight oh that’s kinda cool hm
(Javert’s Soliliquy)
javert opens his soliloquy with some SPICY SADNESS OH B O Y he sounds broken already!! start strong!!
emotions go broken - anger - confusion? - mAJOR confusion - hopelessness 
javert can FLY! no legit he’s on ropes
(Turning)
turning is. turning is almost a funeral. 
OH THEYRE N U N S !
nuns are visiting the barricade 🥺 
OH DAMN “what’s the use of praying if there’s nobody who hears?” THAT CERTAINLY HAS WEIGHT NOW THAT THEY ARE N U N S
it has just occurred to me that people have been dead on the floor for like. a solid five minutes 
(Empty Chairs At Empty Tables)
“now my friends. are dead. and gone” he pauses like he’s realizing it just then oh OUCHIE
wait is marius,,,at the barricades? is he legit singing to his friends dead bodies? oh shit oh NO
OH N O OH NONONO THIS IS WORSE
THE BARRICADE BOYS RISE UP FROM THE FLOOR OH N O OUCH OUCH
they group up and salute him and wALK OFF NO OWWWW
*cosette and marius kiss* jvj: *COUGH COUGH*
marius and valjean’s lil conversation is interesting in the way valjean seems to ask marius “who am i?” rather than ask himself. he phrases it in a way that makes me think he’s like. quizzing marius lmao 
(The Wedding)
omg i think baby cosette and éponine are flower girls 🥺🥺
“go away thenardier” *madame mouths ‘dammit!’*
thenardier your boat shoes hurt me
madame: “get up! get up!” thenardier: “stop—STOP IT!” 
TWO GUYS ARE DANCING TOGETHER AND WAVE AT THENARDIER ON “this ones a queer, but what can you do”
yeah i think i found my new favorite thenardiers thank you dallas theater company
fantine sits on the bench when cosette comes by, cosette sits on bench next to her, and fantine tries to touch her but can’t 🥺
jvj just gave a hand-over-heart head nod to cosette but fantine gave it back i,,,ouch
ENJOLRAS AND GAVROCHE ARE WITH FANTINE AND ÉPONINE FOR JVJ’S DEATH
the chain gang is in the epilogue i repeat the cHAIN GANG IS IN THE EPILOGUE
the orchestra rests on the last “say do you hear the distant drums” and that was the coolest thing i’ve ever heard
that final harmony is MONEYYYY and i want to cry
OVERALL NOTES:
this javert has the most interesting interpretation because up until his FINAL SCENE he is the stone cold police officer, and he plays it SO WELL. like i have never been truly angry at a javert up until this guy, and whether that was because it was modern and resonates A LOT in 2020 or he just looks like a cop i want to punch, I DON’T KNOW but he plays it SO WELL and i love it so much!!
these thenardiers are the fucking BEST NGL they are the perfect mix of funny and cruel. madame t is also funny as HELL and i wish i had her talent lmao
i said it before but the police costumes in this show are. woosh. kudos to the costumer i took one look at those guys and was like “haha, no!.” vaguely related to that, i think this was the first time i nearly cried at Look Down like. the first song at the show, simply because of the convict getting the SHIT beat out of him on the floor. that hurt me and i hate that it is completely accurate to what happens in prisons today.
lovely ladies was,,,a LOT and tbh, i feel like it didn’t need to be. obviously it does show how horrible it is for sex workers, but that is why the music is there. the music and lyrics is there to tell what you don’t show visually. (though i do love the male prostitute lmao he took no shit)
i also said this before but the fact that there wasn’t bigger of a relationship between enjolras and grantaire kind of annoys me simply because they are revolutionaries in the present day. you can’t tell me that ALL OF THEM WERE STRAIGHT. with how many people i know now that identify under the queer and trans umbrella, and also how queer they are (to me) in the brick, the absence of any exr in a modern interpretation hurts a little.
in conclusion, this show was fucking FANTASTIC and even though i’m six years late, it still resonates hard given the time we live in today. i think i nearly screamed when i saw the cops in riot gear on the barricade because that is LITERALLY HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. this just reminds me how timeless the story of les mis is because you had to change LITERALLY NOTHING from the story to make it make sense in the modern age, and that is really the lesson you should learn from les mis; these things happen everywhere, and they need to be fixed. 
thank you for listening to my rambling, i am sure i forgot something because there was just so damn much but i hope you enjoyed otherwise! not-a christmas-tree out! :)
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pog-with-a-blog · 7 years
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So like the accents in my canadian french playlist are so strong i literally can’t understand them sometimes (tu veh vwah / jeh peux lah fah / jeh teh vwah) and like. I speak french well enough to not understand someone because of their accent, not because I just don’t speak it well enough. C’est fuckin génial
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thesinglesjukebox · 6 years
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LEWIS CAPALDI - MERCY [3.71] And the crankiness continues...
Iain Mew: Me amidst an almost unbroken stream of his strained vocals: "why won't you release me?" [2]
Katie Gill: In my quest to find out if Lewis Capaldi is related to Peter Capaldi (results inconclusive but unlikely), I found out that Lewis Capaldi supported Rag'n'Bone Man on his European tour because of course he fuckin' did. This is Rag'n'Bone Man if he stole Sam Smith's gospel choir, yet another sad white "soulful" UK man singing sad white "soulful" UK songs. Still, I suppose the BBC thinks you've got to have one obligatory "raw and soulful" act per every Sound Of ballot. And for the obligatory raw and soulful act, we could do a lot worse. [4]
Austin Brown: This is... actually pretty good. An emotional swell rather than a slap to the face, and unlike fellow guitar-toting adult contemporary Scot Tom Walker, his interest in projecting himself into the cheap seats seems to be based in populism, not narcissism. Too bad the commodity he sells so well is the same sniveling defensiveness, passed off as introspection, that afflicts most of the acousti-bros of today. [5]
Will Adams: Normally on anthemic dude stomp pieces like this, the more drums that are added the worse it gets. But on "Mercy," they're a saving grace. Despite all of Lewis Capaldi's rasps, the relative quiet of the production, particularly on the drums, helps soften the harsh edges. It's almost friendly, even. [6]
Alfred Soto: The British people's tolerance for this sort of oatmeal-voiced drivel is as impressive as surviving the Blitz. [3]
Stephen Eisermann: Add the "gravelly voice" filter to Ed Sheeran and out pops Lewis. It's not a bad thing, either, as Capaldi's voice is awesome, but halfway through the track I found myself trying to clear my throat from the anxiety I felt from a potential missed note. And the song isn't all that interesting -- unrequited love is too common a theme to be used this generically. [5]
Tim de Reuse: Capaldi's enunciation moves beyond "laughably dramatic" to "nearly incomprehensible" as he bleeds, bends, and tortures each word of his lyrics into exotic, alien shapes. The word "apart" has two new vowels added in; the accompanying rhyme of "heart" is scratchier than a human vocal tract should allow. The overcooked delivery and general go-nowhere chorus-heavy structure is all enough to get old quickly, but it gets worse: all this heavy-handed repetition is done in service of a narrative portraying some dude Facebook-stalking his ex and getting really mopey about his own inability to move on. Just go the fuck to sleep, man. [1]
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oxalexiswinterxo · 7 years
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Extreme scrabble. Party game for fucking N E R D S
Okay so I really love scrabble, so I came up with a more fun version of scrabble that could easily be played at a party or some shit. Feel free to reblog or share or let me know how it goes. How to play: Play like normal scrabble, someone starts a word in the designated area, and we go around the board adding words. At the beginning of the game, players may decide a prize. It could be monetary, materialistic, or winner's choice of group punishment. Whatever floats your boat. Prize not necessary, but recommended incentive to win. 😎 It goes in rounds. Everyone will play a word, and when it comes back around to the first player again, that round has ended. The player with the highest point word for that round is the round winner. The player with the lowest point word is the round loser. Round winner chooses a punishment for the round loser. This could be a one time punishment, or a lasting rule. Lasting rules are effective until the punished player wins a round. [Lasting rule example: player 1 won, and punishes player 2 with a lasting rule that for every vowel played, player 2 must have a rubber band popped on their skin. This rule is in effect until player 2 wins a round. If they never win a round, sucks 4 u scrub, rule stays in effect.] [Punishment example: player 2 punishes player 3, and declares that player 3 must take a shot and do 25 pushups.] Once punishment is complete, the next round begins. How the game is won: Player with most round wins, and player with most word points must partake in a tie breaker to determine the true winner. The tie breaker can be anything. [Rock paper scissors, wrestling match, whatever the fuck, man.] If the player with most word points also has most round wins, there is no need for a tie breaker. The over all winner claims their prize, or punishes everyone else. Stipilation with words: Slang may be used, but it must be usable in a sentence. You can use words like "boii," "schwifty," "cunt," etc. But not made up words or abbreviations, like "lmao." Slang must be recognizable or credible. [For example, the word "schwifty" is from the show Rick and Morty.] If someone calls bullshit on a word, group votes on whether or not it's usable. Disqualification: If you cannot play a word because you lack letters or anything like that, you face disqualification, and are thus declared round loser. Round winner will punish you, but your total points and round wins will still be taken into account. You can possibly be disqualified and still have had most over all round wins or points, thus will still be eligible to be over all winner; however, if a group collectively decides that it's mors fun to play where disqualified players do NOT still count for the winner at the end, y'all do you, change rules as you see fit obvi. Punishment regulation: If alcohol is present, and a shot or the like is punishment for a round loss, the punished player may elect not to take the shot and opt for a different punishment. We don't want anyone to fuckin die of alcohol poisoning or whatever the fuck so like be smart about shit. But still have fun. No punishment may sabotage a player from succeeding in the game. [For example, you can't make a player discard their letters, or dock points.] Punishments may include, but are not limited to: extra addition to monetary prize pool, shots, administration of pain, partial nudity [with willingness of the punished player], lasting rules [see example], sexuality [with willingness to punished player; ie, a lap dance or whatever the fuck idk], humiliation, etc. The object is to have fun, so if a punishment makes a player genuinely uncomfortable or upset, the player may opt for a different punishment. Examples of lasting rule: #1 Punished player must speak in an accent, and risk additional punishment for breaking character, until they win a round. #2 Punished player must place tiles with chopsticks until they win a round. #3 Punished player must remove am article of clothing at the end of their turn(s) until they win a round.
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