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sketchfanda · 5 months

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Kirishima's Mystique:Breakin' the Law!!

Now you may all know of course of a particular, peculiar series of events involving Izuku, Bakugo and Todoroki during their internship with Endeavour in America. But while all this is going on, here is what Kirishima had happening on his end of things. Well at least in this wild, lewd little story of ours as we come to a modest but cozy little suburban neighbourhood in Hollywood, California. Where our sturdy hero in training found himself helping out with a local federal police detective by the name of Laura Reed, who was quite frankly a goddamn bombshell!!

The woman was a dusky chocolate skinned work of art that had what could only be called an unreal combination of a pornstar's bombshell curves and the muscle tone definition of a fitness queen. You'd hardly think or believe this woman was a single mom but she was also one seriously fierce, focused and determined woman of the law. Laura you see was a woman on a mission and that mission was part of how and why our sturdy hero's internship saw him assigned here. It was in regards to the house just next door of this one and who resided it in it, one woman in particular.

in this house resided the infamous and Notorious Herron family originally hailing from a namesake county in some small middle of nowhere Oregon town called Coxville. No that’s not a joke and neither was the reputation of this family. And I’m not talking to the obvious quirk all the women seemed to share that quite frankly made them all turn out an develop into toned, curvy size queen slut bimbo bombshells!! But were it up to Laura, well that’d be the least problematic issue she’d charge them with.

For as long as anyone can remembers the Herron family ran the various trades in weed, ecstasy, molly, pills and bootleg/ knock off merchandise in the entire county within Coxville. To most upstanding residents they were just a family of trouble makers who've had more run ins with the law and destroyed more marriages/ relationships then anyone can count. But Laura knew better than anyone the truth which was why that sting operation should’ve been a lot more successful. Unfortunately they’d only succeeded in rounding up the men in the family, the women were a different story, Especislly the target of her ire, Veronica Herron.

Okay so sure she was pretty much going over the top brass’ heads trying to build up a case against the Herrons but damnit she wanted justice and she was going to get results!! Okay sure she rounded up some hero intern into helping her out saying it’d be great field experience but what she read about Kirishima in terms of his quirk and what he could provide for her stakeout made him essential in her eyes. He seemed a reliable guy and besides which not like she could trust her hormonal son to help out. He’d be weak against the temptation of those human skinned succubi and speaking of which…

Laura:”Alright Red, phase 1 will be observation, I want to know everything that happens at that pool party, there is no way that the Herron family went legit.”*As the milf cop informed her recruit, handing him a set of binoculars as he had him sitting down, facing the window which gave him a view of the Herron girls’ backyard. Mineta would give his very hair balls to be where Eijiro was right now, to see paradise before him. The backyard pool swarming with two baker’s dozen worth of swimsuit clad babes, sweimming and tanning. It was a wet dream made reality.*

Kirishima:*blushing as red as his hair, even with how his love life was? He could only handle seeing so much sexiness.* “Uhm yes ma’am, okay ma’am…”*he nervously quipped in reply, trying not seem nervous. It didn’t help Laura was in a swimsuit herself, a simple but effective gold coloured two piece that did wonders sowing off her amazing body.*

Laura:*seemingly unaware of the affect she was having in the sturdy hero in training, her luscious skin glistening in the sunlight as she gazed out at the window with absolute contempt.*”Veronica Herron mayve rolled the top brass but not me!! I’ll buiold a case against them myself and you’re going to help me do it. That sex addict milf will face justice for her constant depravity!” *Something told Kirishima this might’ve been a personal vendetta on the fed’s part, not that he’d say it to her face. Her sexy, exotic work of art of a face.*

Kirishima:”Sex addict milf..constant depravity…got it…”*He coup nly repeat hose keywords and who could blame him. He had this woman acting as his superior giving him a slight case of jungle fever and she was telling him to spy on a house full of walking talking pornstar blue prints. It’s a wonder he hadn’t popped a stiffy already, there was no doubt Mina and Maya were going to want details. Red eyes glued to her backside as she was picking up a towel, her muscles flexing snd her milk chocolate booty jiggling hypnotically.*

Laura:”I’ll be laying out in the front yard to eavesdrop. Fsce-down so I won’t be recognized. Now, help me put in some lotion.”*That made Kirishima’s arousal skyrocket faster than it already was. He had to wonder if the federal officer wasn’t doing this on purpose. But he knew he had to oblige her as he accepted an offered bottle of tanning lotion. This was going to be awkward to say the least.*

It was a tense situation at least for Kirishima as he coated and rubbed tanning oil lotion onto the police woman. Making her all slick, sleek and glistening from head to toe on her milk chocolates toned hottie body. If she was feeling the least bit of eroticism from this then she was really good at hiding it. The sturdy chivalrous stud could only hope to do just as ell and not get branded a pervert.

But internally the detective wasn’t as stoic as she seemed on the outside. Secretly biting her lip sensually as her nerves tingled from the sensation of Kirishima’s lotion soaked hands working away as they grazed and touched the most intimate places. Which she insisted he be as thorough as possible, leaving nothing done from her thick thighs to her twin meatbuns. Part of her fines it wasn’t right having tricked Kirishima into this stakeout operation but she felt he’d be ideal for what she needed of him, as long as she ensured e wouldn’t fail against the temptations of Herron charms.

Once she felt her recruit had done the deed as thoroughly as possible, she let him be to spy and be her eyes while she went to lay out in the front yard. Far as the neighbourhood knew, especially those lusty bimbos, she was some hot single mom just soaking up some sun. Listening in best she can to pick out any possible leads or proof Veronica had some less than noble intentions. Far as she could assume, they had to still be in business and planning to muscle in on a rival cartel, having overheard remarks about Veronica and her sister Jane never being ones to share and always in competition with one another

For her that was all she needed to have Kirishima begun his parts in the next steps of the Stakeout. Deciding to forgo picking up her radio to give him the heads up she was on her way back into the house, instead looking to tell him directly in person. Admittedly she also wanted him to scratch her itch, his touch earlier with that lotion really got her going. Having been so tempted to have him caress her more intimately, erotically, go further than just oil her up as she made her way upstairs and suddenly barged in through the door.

Laura:”Unit 2!! Stand to attention!!”*she spoke firmly and loudly, making Kirishima gasp and stumble as he dropped his binoculars and did as told. Looking nervous as Laura narrowed her eyes at him to look down at the groin area of his shorts. Just as she thought, her intervention was a must here. Who knows what hedonistic sights he saw.*

Kirishima:”Ma’am! Yes,I swear I wasn’t up to no good!! Didn’t see anything noteworthy ma’am!!”*the chivalrous hero swore truthfully as he mentally berated himself. He knew he was pitching a major tent in his shorts, how could he not? At least one of those Herron girls was walking around naked! Silently gulping as the detective woman made her way over, face inches from his as she swore a no nonsense expression.*

Laura:”I heard enough to know my instincts were right, those deviants are up to Something and it’s up to you to be infiltrate that house and find whatever evidence we need. But first things first…we need to build up your will power and resistance against whatever temptation they send your way. A teenage boy like you is prey for those harpies…”*Before Kirishima could inquire what she meant, she suddenly cupped his face and kissed him. Lips locking with his a he found her tongue invade his mouth, tracing his sharp teeth before coercing his own to reply in kind. The detective moaning into the French kiss she initiated before she suddenly broke it, a saliva strand trailing between them. As she then nudged him to fall back flat in the bed behind them.*

Kirishima:”Detectie Reed, ma’am what the hell?!”*Before he could ask any further, he felt his jaw drop as his eyes bugged out at the sight before him. As Laura began us stripping herself of her swimsuit, her bikini top undone and tossed aside as she ditched her thong to follow. Standing in all her milk chocolate naked glory as she made her way towards him with a sensual determination. Gasping as she grabbed the waistband of his shorts, boxers and all as his cock stood up like the spring of a jack in the box popping out.*

Laura:*biting her lip erotically, the sight and smell of that shaft hitting her hard as she felt her pussy drool and quiver. Grasping that length and girth as she began stroking it.*"You listen and you listen well and good mister hero. When dealing with these depraved bitches, they will tempt and seduce you therefore I'm taking it on myself to buildup your resistance and stamina. When i'm through with you, you're gonna have more willpower than a whole platoon!! So we're not leaving this room until I know you're capable of handling a Herron at her sluttiest.."*with that said, the lusty detective began to kiss and lick his Riot stick, the warmth of her mouth surreal as she tasted his essence. Latching her luscious lips around the tip as she began to suck and blow, her dry spell being hit with a sudden storm of desire.*

Kirishima:*grit his sharp teeth intensely as the thirsty milf detective proceeded to give stunning fellatio. The serious intensity of her eyes making such a contrast with her pornographic act of fellatio.* "Ma'am, if that's what you want from me in this mission, you got it!!"*the sturdy stud quipped, grasping her distinct hair firmly in his grasp as he began to pump and buck his hips. Making her widen her eyes in surprise as the young hero in training showed he was certainly no virgin and he sure as hell knew his way with a woman sexually.*

Far as Kirishima knew, this was definitely not like any intenrship he'd been expecting but being a woman of the law, it's not like Laura had any reason to bullshit. Admittedly of course, it'd been a while since he'd gotten any intimacy especially with Mina and Maya since this stateside internship program began and between Laura and that poolparty of erotic delights? The second this milf cop got naked and started sucking him off, his brain had flipped to full primal mode. Facefucking her deep and hard as she deepthroated him with passionate ecstasy, as she rubbed slit in response to those smooth heavy balls smacking her chin.

It was certainly pornographic in nature but if anything, what was going on between the hero in training and the sexy police detective made porn stars look tame. As the Herron girls overheard and eavesdropped on the noise of their animalistic mating, curious to what sort of donkey dicked stud was so good to make a woman scream like that. The bimbos unaware as Laura guided Kirishima into levelling up his sexual experience to ensure he would be capable of surviving and handling a Herron at her horniest. Yes he would be a weapon of mass seduction that would bring the downfall of those size queen sluts, she thought with lewd pride.

Such ideas and what not flowed through her erotic hazed brain as she laid atop her young charge in a 69 position. Bobbing her head on his cock as she quivered and moaned at his hands massaging and squeezing her ass. Stroking what she didn't fit in her mouth with her plump, milk chocolate tits as she soaked his cock with her drool while he probed her sloppy, wet pussy with his tongue. She hadn't felt such enjoyment from foreplay since her honeymoon or the night her son had been conceived.

Laura:"Yes!! Yes!! Yes!! Just like that!! Fuck me deep and hard like you want to rearrange my guts with your dick!! Don't make a love to a Herron!! Fuck them, destroy them!!"*The secretly thirsty milf cheered and goaded as Kirishima fucked in a spooning position. The chivalrous stud holding and hooking one of her legs at a 90 degree angle as he pumped his jackhammering dick into her eager pussy. Their sculpted bodies glistening with sweat and the lotion still staining Laura's body with slickness. Which provided extra lubrication to boot.*

Kirishima:"Ma'ma, you're so tight...can't stop..fucking you!!" *Not that she wanted him to,as he gave it to her doggy style, his powerful pelvis smacking against her glorious dusky skinned booty as those cheeks clapped and jiggled with every impact. His balls smacking her clit as he held onto one of her hips while the other hand reached out to grab and squeeze one of her swaying, bouncing titties. The walls and ceiling of the bedroom echoing with their passionate mating as skin smacked skin and the bedsheets became soaked with their sweat and juices. And the police detective couldn't get enough of it!!*

Laura:"AAahhn, fuck fuck!! Don't stop, even if it feels like your cock and balls will fall off!! Yeah, look 'em in the eyes like you're doing with me right now!! Doing this as you cum inside them will really wear 'em down!! Fuck and rut any and everytime like you want nothing more than to put your babies into them!! Make me have to go on maternity leave you sex machine!!" *The horny cop hollered and moaned with wanton abandon as as she hugged her arms around Kirishima's board powerful shoulders. Her young studly intern plowing her in a mating press as the bed creaked and shook, her legs draped around his arms as he pushed her body's flexibilities to its limits. Shamelessly panting with desire as she couldn't help but gaze into those blood red eyes as her heroic intern shattered her sense of professionalism. Part of her was really rather liking the idea of getting knocked up by him when this gig was all said and done.*

Kirishima:"PLUS!! ULTRA!!"*The chivalrous stud howled his school's motto and mantra as he continued to fuck Laura fast, deep and hard. Rocking her world as he performed a standing fuck, her arms and legs draped and wrapped around his waist and shoulders as he held her ass in his powerful grasp. Making her bounce and ride on his shaft as their tongues danced in a sloppy open air kiss as a puddle of their juices grew on the floor. Before Laura found herself in a full nelson hold as the pair continued to fuck well into dusk as they lost track of time.*

The pool party had long since finished but the federal police detective and her heroic intern charge were still going at it, much to the former's delight. It helped Kirishima was really making the use of his little trick of focusing a percentage of his quirk on his cock, which really extended the fun. And were they damn well loud!! Some of the Herron girls next door couldn't help but continue to eavesdrop, the audio erotic voyeurism making their imaginations run wild.

Whoever that lucky lady next door was, they couldn't help but wonder what the stud with her was like. Was he black,white or whatever? And was his cock at least more than 9 inches? All they knew for certain was that they were going to have some very pleasant dreams tonight, and Laura was going to be feeling deliciously sticky and sore in the morning.

To be continued...in Kirishima's Herron House Hassles!!

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tlaquetzqui · 3 years

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What are the problems with Firefly? I've only ever heard people gushing about it.

A long (but not complete) list:

The Confederacy analogue just wanted to be free and the Union analogue just wanted to oppress them for literally zero reason. Nobody even points out that an Independent victory would likely have just resulted in their territories devolving into the petty fiefdoms of the crime-lords who run most of the places the show takes place in.

The Companions are both Orientalist as all fuck (they’re a creepy fetishized version of a middle-schooler’s understanding of geishas), and a creepy libertarian and first-world white feminist fantasy about “sex work” that does not actually resemble anything in the real world that has ever existed, nor can. (The highest ranked o-iran in pre-Meiji Japan were somewhat similar…but they had to spend years as sex-slaves with no right to refuse clients, before they got to that point.)

The Reavers are one-dimensional monsters, which, aside from the troubling implications given they’re the “Space Western” equivalent of “Indians”, is a wasted opportunity to do something interesting.

Why didn’t they just re-terraform Earth That Was? Gotta be easier than schlepping light years to another group of stars and terraforming dozens of planets, never mind how unlikely it is that more than a tiny number of planets would be remotely livable for any length of time, even if terraforming didn’t actually take tens of thousands of years if it’s possible at all.

The Alliance, that’s supposed to be so oppressive, lets Mal have a spaceship, and even name it after a battle he fought against them in. No government would let Mal have a spaceship, the things are WMDs—the spaceship equivalent of 9/11 is an extinction event. Just in general, they forget to be oppressive whenever the plot needs them to allow something.

The Operative in the movie just wants a world without sin, but he sure acts like a Metal Gear villain whose dream is Outer Heaven, the utopia of mercenaries. The Hands of Blue are the most clownishly conspicuous assassins in the history of fiction.

The episode “Out of Gas” only happens because they impose the realistic outcome of a spaceship design (the engine in the pressurized compartment) that nobody would use, precisely because of what happens in that episode. We excuse you putting the engine inside because this is space opera and you don’t have the budget to depict EVAs (or remote-controlled waldos) when they have to work on the engine, but you can’t then have them suffer the realistic consequences of a design they’d never realistically use.

There are no Asians with speaking parts despite the widespread use of East Asian material culture. Whedon’s excuses for this (that Summer Glau “kinda looks Asian” and that no Asian actors who auditioned were “cute enough”) are contemptible and disingenuous.

The “Chinese” in the show is not only so mangled that Chinese bootleg DVDs subtitle it “speaks galactic language”—as in they don’t even recognize it as an attempt at their own language—but Whedon felt that he was permitted to make up his own profanity, like “Mother of God and all her wacky nephews”. Because it’s not like Chinese profanity is actually easily found, particularly in Hollywood, given LA has a gigantic Chinese-American community.

Who gives their slave-telepaths super-soldier training? Who lets someone with a head full of secrets tour a facility full of slave-telepaths?

Whose testing for new drugs consists of the two steps “drawing board” and “full-scale field trial”? If they did one human trial in between, they would have at least found the “99% of subjects go catatonic” result, if not the “1% turn into Reavers”.

The exchange “Psychic? That sounds like something out of science fiction.” “You live on a spaceship, dear.” Which means that spaceships, which are so common even Mal can have one, are still a matter of science fiction in the 26th century—just like tanks and submarines are for us, right? Since they first appeared in Wells and Verne stories over a century ago, I mean. (This is a thing with Whedon: his characters have the audience’s assumptions, not their own. In one of the Buffyverse shows, a guy goes into a clock tower with a rifle…to shoot himself, because that’s totally how you’d do it, if you didn’t want to fake out an audience you aren’t supposed to know you have into thinking you’re going to perpetrate a mass shooting.)

You can, in fact, stop a signal, it’s called jamming. You probably throw up massive ECM whenever engaged in space battle, to disrupt the enemy’s missiles if nothing else. Know who jam their enemy’s comms before attacking? The Trade Federation in Phantom Menace and the Grand Army of the Republic in Attack of the Clones. That’s how Naboo and the Separatists, respectively, know attacks are imminent. The people who made Firefly know less about military science fiction than George “Armies with Blasters Would Totally Use Formations Designed for Musket Volleys” Lucas!

There’s actually more, but I think I’ve made my point.

#anti firefly

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doomandgloomfromthetomb · 4 years

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Lou Reed - Hordern Pavilion, Sydney, Australia, August 1974

After our short trip to 1970 yesterday, the #SummerOfLou is going back ... to the future! 1974, anyway. A new album — Sally Can’t Dance. A new band — including one of Lou’s most constant companions for the remainder of the 70s, keyboardist Michael Fonfara. And of course, a new hairdo — bottle blonde! (“The guy who does my hair was trying for three or four years to give me this particular haircut. Finally, I said OK.”) And indeed, the tape we’re listening to today is the complete show from whence the famed Blondes Have More Fun bootleg came. (I’m getting conflicting reports as to the actual date, but it was August twentysomething).

From what I can tell, 1974 is probably Lou’s most dissipated, decadent year, fueled by speed, booze, ego and legal problems. Tough times for our hero, but good times for us. This stuff is extremely entertaining and extremely trashy. His band no longer really sounds like they’re going for an Alice Cooper-type thing; instead, it’s clear they’ve been jamming Herbie Hancock’s Head Hunters. The robo-jazz-funk is strong, whether in a churning “Vicious” or a slow-burn “I’m Waiting For The Man.” Lou has completely abandoned his guitar, transforming into a bellowing/boogieing insectoid (you can check out some of his very singular moves in a surviving clip from the concert). Can this possibly be the same dude who four years earlier was jamming at Max’s? It possibly can!

The 12-minute “Heroin” is maybe the show’s high-point — a gory/goth-y set piece that trades all of the original’s subtlety for pure grandiosity, with Lou hamming his way shamelessly to something weirdly brilliant. He still doesn’t know just where he’s going, but fuck it! He’s just going ...

Lou Says (1974): I write very fast. The lyric part of it comes in one clump. I like to leave the lyrics for the very last possible minute and then just sit down and zap, go through them. Just take each song and put a lyric to it, put it away. Take the next song, put a lyric to it, put it away. Do the next song. And just not even look at them. I look at them later to check, because I know the basic thing is perfect, for me. Sometimes one or two words have to be changed. The real danger is that maybe I'll be tired... and my handwriting is so bad... Dorothy Parker — now if she wrote a song, watch out! That would be something else because she was right on target. I mean, just a little short story about a guy and his wife, where he's reading the newspaper and she's setting the table and they've got nothing to talk about — that story's unbelievable, so painful sometimes you just have to put her away or she'll drive you through the wall.

#lou reed #summer of lou

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wolvesofinnistrad · 5 years

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Ballum Harry Potter world Au

Callum is Head Boy, 7th year, Gryffindor, despite having told the hat he felt he belonged in Hufflepuff it sorted him into Gryffindor. He’s “dating” Whitney Dean, Head Girl, 7th year, Hufflepuff.

He’s particularly adept at healing and defensive magic and charms, hopes to work at St. Mungo’s or somewhere of the sort. He’s a Halfblood.who grew up with his muggle father who was incredibly abusive towards him and his squib brother.

Ben is a 6th year, a Prefect which no one would believe except for having SLughorn wrapped around his finger. Everyone else knows Ben’s one of the worst troublemakers the school has had since the Weasley’s and that he’s best friends with Peeves. His other friends are Jay and Lola.

Ben fancies himself a tough guy duelist and longs to be an auror. However, while he’s a genius at hexes and jinxes and offensive magic, he knows practically no defensive spells, or simply refuses to use them making him a glass cannon in fights.

Callum’s Hogwarts career has been incredibly bland, he stays focused on his work, especially because of his halfblood status he feels he needs to be the best he can. There’s also the unresolved sexuality problem that he’s trying to ignore. He made prefect and then Head Boy in his final year.

Ben on the other hand had a tumultuous time, starting out on high as the pureblood son of a long line of wizards, a troublemaker but charismatic and bright which meant he moved quickly up the slytherin social ladder. However multiple incidents, including finding out his mother was really a muggle and thus making him a halfblood, a few pranks gone too far, and drama surrounding him coming out as gay (and having been in a short lived relationship with a Hufflepuff, Paul), have tarnished his reputation among his own housemates leaving him a black sheep (snake? Sneep?). The fact he’s slytherin and a manipulative troublemaker doing him in with the rest aside from his few close friends like Jay and Lola, and the teachers he’s won over like Slughorn.

The first time Ben and Callum really meet in on the ride to Hogwarts when Callum is introduced as Head Boy and is charged with instructing the prefects.

The moment he sees Ben he tries not to roll his eyes as the entire student body know about his ways, and as a slytherin Callum dislikes him even more.

“So we get to use that special bathroom yeah? It’s private?”

Callum’ head snaps to Ben and he grimaces. “Yes, and its also a privilege, so don’t go abusing it.”

“Who said I was going to abuse it?”

Ben gets up, moving towards Callum before Whiteney intervenes.

“Settle down boys. We aren’t having the prefects and HEad Boy and Girl fighting.”

“Weren’t no one fighting with you.” Ben’s eyes are as sharp as his tongue when he turns to her.

“And you best not, or you’ll be lying on your back, and not in the way you enjoy.”

A vein bulges in Ben’s forehead and Callum sees his fingers itching for his wand so he intervenes.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry If I offended ya, it wasn’t meant to be anything against you. Just, we’ve had problems in the past. Besides, It’s not my problem to watch the bathrooms, Filch can handle that.”

Ben smirks at WHitney before turning to go sit back down.

After that things are normal, for the most part. It’s only when he catches someone selling bootleg Felix Felicis potions out of their dorm room that Callum has problems.

“I know you ain’t made this. It weren’t even in your textbooks, you’re a third year, and I doubt you’re no potions genius.”

The kid is too scared to tell what happens so he ends up taking a few points from Slytherin, but he knows there has to be another culprit.

After some sleuthing of his own he sees the kid meeting with none other than Ben Mitchell, handing off a few sickles and taking a few more bottles of fake luck in return.

As soon as the kid leaves he confronts him.

“Ben Mitchell!”

Ben audibly sighs, shoudlers sagging in his robes as he turns to see CAllum.

“Yeah?”

“I knew it was you. That poor third year is losing points and getting detention for selling fake potions that you’re supplying him!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m a prefect, I’d never do such a thing.”

“I just watched you, caught you red handed, or gold handed haven’t I?”

Ben doesn’t see a way out of this so he backs up, taking a few steps before he’s off at a run.

“Get back here!”

“Stupefy!”

“Protego!”

They trade spells, Ben whittling off an impressive list of hexes, jinxes and minor curses, some of which Callum’s never even heard of before and wonders if Ben didn’t invent himself.

However Callum dodge, counters or negates each of them with his impressive.

It’s only as both boys hurl one last spell at each other “Locomotor Mortis!” “Incarcerous!” that neither manages to avoid the other.

The spells hit at once, with Callum stumbling forward, legs locked together and falling directly on top of a prone Ben that’s ensnared by invisible bindings.

Their hands bang together, busting Ben’s lip and leaving a bruise on Callum’s cheek.

“Got you!” Callum says, triumphant as he peers down at Ben.

“I got you too Head Boy,” Ben smirks, even if he’s restrained his mouth has free reign. “Course if you want me to make that title literal so nobody hears about this I’m open to offers...”

Callum’s face flashes with a multitude of emotions, disgust, fear, arousal, confusion, before finally settling on firm.

“I’m not letting you off the hook.”

“Too bad,” Ben says, and he doesn't miss the way Callum is staring at him, their bodies are right on top of each other and while neither can move freely, Callum hasn’t made an effort to get off him.

“Gonna keep me pinned down here? You like tying up prefects, using that power Halfway?”

It’s clear his words are affecting Callum, and before he can move off him Ben leans up with what little range of motion he has.

“I smell queer...”

Callum rolls off him, embarrassed and flustered.

“You’re going to smell like bat dung with how many hours of detention you’ll get for this.”

Callum gets to work undoing the hex on his legs as Ben continues to prattle on.

“Slughorn loves me, at worst I have to clean a few cauldrons, at best he teaches me how to make something new and fun and dangerous.”

“Then I’ll take it to Mcgonnaggall”

Ben’s smirk fades for a moment before he lets his eyes go soft, drawing in hitching breaths.

“Headmistress I... I don’t know what’s going on. I was just, I, I was just strolling down the corridor and he, he attacked me, immobilized me. He through himself on top of me and I... I was so scared I didn’t know what to do. I tried to fight back but he, he,” Ben falters, a few fake tears falling down his cheeks and Callum is furious.

“You wouldn’t, shed never believe that!”

“I can be very convincing. Besides, wouldn’t want Whitney dearest, miss Head Girl to find out her boyfriend has a thing for wands, would you?”

Callum is afraid and angry, but he’s not sure what he can do to stop Ben at this point so he lets him go, undoing his curse.

“If I catch you again-”

“You’ll what Halfway? Polish my wand? Or you know a spell to kiss my lip better?” Ben grins, touching the hint of blood on his busted lip.

Callum storms off, hoping he never has to deal with Ben again.

Maybe he should have bought some of the bootleg luck potion, because it’s the only way he’d be that lucky.

#ballum #ben mitchell #callum highway #benway #harry potter au #mine #my fic #fanfic #headcanons

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lovequinn · 5 years

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hey theatre tumblr! you guys apparently didn't retain anything that we learned last year so it looks like it's time for a ~refresher course~!

NFT MEANS NOT FOR TRADE. THAT MEANS THE BOOTLEG IS NOT TO BE SHARED, TRADED, SCREENSHOTTED/POSTED, ETC. UNTIL. THAT. DATE.

a whole lot of really cool bootlegs were filmed recently which is awesome!! it's so cool that these shows are going to be immortalized and made accessible to people who can't afford to come see them!! but FOR THE TIME BEING, those bootlegs are being kept private both for the benefit of the shows that just started and for the safety of the master! if a video is spread around right after it's taken, do you know how easy it is for someone to track down who took it? and then that person can't take anymore videos. and then the only person you've screwed over is yourself.

the nft period also allows the master to sell their bootleg to small groups of people in order to recoup the cost of their ticket, before people begin trading it around themselves. oftentimes someone who films will go to a show they really have no interest in seeing, or a show they've seen before, just to get a video for YOU GUYS. that hurts the bank. if you want them to keep doing it, that money has to come from somewhere. (buying the bootleg directly from the master STILL DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BREAK A NFT DATE)

so when you break a nft date, all you're doing is giving a big 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻 to the person risking themselves to give you this content, just because you're selfish and impatient and can't wait a few months to see something or share something. and then people will stop filming altogether! and then we're all going to have to listen to you bitch about something you brought upon yourselves.

you guys whine about the fact that i won't share any bootleg content i have and this is exactly why. i'm not as forgiving about what happened last year as my friends are. i have zero faith that any of you can get your heads out of your asses long enough to not share everything you get in a matter of minutes.

and to be CLEAR, breaking a nft date involves doing any of the following without the permission of the master:

- sending the bootleg to friends

- posting that you have the bootleg and that you'll share it

- openly and obviously talking about the bootleg

- putting the bootleg on your tradelist

- posting screenshots/clips of the bootleg (looking at you, twitter!)

so can y'all just...fucking stop?

edit: oh, and i pay attention. anyone i see doing this shit immediately goes on my blacklist and will never be getting any audios, playbills, etc. if i get to a point where i want to share something. you gave up that privilege!

#bootlegs #broadway bootlegs #bootleg discourse

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[C2E24, Beau shares part of her backstory with Nott, transcript courtesy of @crtranscript]

NOTT: Tell me something, how did you know about this place?

BEAU: Hupperdook?

NOTT: Yeah, how did you know that the gnomes here get down with the funky fresh rhythm all night?

BEAU: The job that I had before I met up with you guys, in Zadash, information passes through. You hear things.

NOTT: What job?

BEAU: I worked at a library, the Cobalt Soul library.

NOTT: What’s a Cobalt Soul?

BEAU: It is a faction of monks.

NOTT: What kind of a faction of monks? Are you evil? Are you a bad guy?

BEAU: No, I hope not. I think it differs from day to day, depending on what I’m doing. Do you think I’m a bad guy?

NOTT: I don’t think so.

BEAU: That’s all that matters, right?

NOTT: But I don’t know, you seem to know a lot about a lot of things and sketchy things, too.

BEAU: That has to do with the job that I had before the job that I had.

NOTT: What was that job? I thought you grew up– didn’t your parents make wine or something?

BEAU: Yeah.

NOTT: What was this about a job? Wait, little townsgirl, her parents are wine makers, now you’re a brutal assassin martial artist who can kill anything. What happened in between those two things?

BEAU: Yeah, there’s definitely something missing, right?

NOTT: Yeah, right?

BEAU: Let’s catch up with the others while we walk and talk.

NOTT: Sure.

BEAU: My dad was super protective and I was an asshole and rebelled a lot.

NOTT: You? No!

BEAU: Yeah. You know, so when interesting and different people would pass through my hometown I started making some connections, started getting involved in some mainly illegal trading.

NOTT: Like what? What kind of stuff?

BEAU: I got in really big trouble from my parents because I started syphoning his cases of wine and selling them underground for half the cost, without tariffs.

NOTT: You were bootlegging your old man’s hooch?

BEAU: Yes, I was.

NOTT: Wow.

BEAU: Yeah. On top of other things, that was like my big denouement, you know? I don’t know, I just grew to hate the town that I was in and the system that my father was a part of and so everything–

NOTT: Is he a bad person?

BEAU: He wasn’t a bad person. I think he just had bad direction. I don’t know, he could’ve been a good dad. He was a shitty dad and a good businessman.

NOTT: So you took matters into your own hands?

BEAU: Yeah.

NOTT: And got in trouble, and were sent off to boarding school?

BEAU: Yeah, kind of.

NOTT: With monks who are librarians and taught you how to kill with your fists.

BEAU: One day, he found out about what I was doing after I’d already gotten in trouble for, you know, a little bit of mild extortion, and a little bit of trading, little bit of trafficking. So I think he was already pretty irritated with me. Then he found out about my smuggling scheme with his wine. One day, he called me down into the living room and there was a whole group of monks and people in black. I tried to fight them off and they grabbed me and they drug me away.

NOTT: Wait, this was not by choice? You were abducted by monks?!

BEAU: My dad paid to get me abducted by monks, yeah.

NOTT: Oh my gosh.

BEAU: He wasn’t very proud.

NOTT: Are you okay?

BEAU: Sure. Great.

NOTT: Was it hard?

BEAU: Yeah. I mean, there were elements that were hard, but everyone has had hardships, right? What’s it matter? Besides, he sent me off to the monks. I think he was hoping that they were going to beat my indiscretions out of me. Instead, I think all of the things that my father saw in me that he hated, the monks saw as a potential advantage. So, in a weird way, I think it might’ve been the nicest thing he ever did for me.

NOTT: I’ve never thought of you as an optimistic person, but that’s a very positive way of looking at it.

BEAU: I mean, I still never really want to see him again, and I don’t think he wants to see me again, either. In fact, he told that he didn’t want to see me again. So it’s good. Yeah.

#today's a 'having a lot of feelings about beau' kinda day #critical role #c2e24 #transcript #beauregard

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⭐Alpha Centauri⭐, Part Fourteen

Another cobble-together part, bit of world building, bit of foreshadowing. I can’t exactly just cut from the previous part to the event it’s leading up to.

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“In fucking demon form?!”

“I really don’t see the problem here.”

“In fucking demon form?!”

“You could’ve blown it for all of us!”

I crossed my arms and one leg over the other. I was back home in my and Tyler’s dorm, with her, Nate and Carême standing around me. I looked up at the latter. He shook his head, but had a smirk on his face.

“La fortune sourit aux audacieux.” he said, in a smug tone I couldn’t understand.

“Not in this case!” Chai spat, while Nebb put up his hands in confusion.

“I’unno either, it’s French.” I said at Nebb.

“Fortune favors the bold…” Scape murmured for a moment. “Our kind have pulled more ‘risky’ antics. Some even got away with it.”

“She went into a stadium full of people in DEMON FORM! People were livestreaming!”

“And taking videos and pictures, get it right?” I quipped. Chialer did a facepalm.

“Uh, yeah, big problem with that, our mascot’s the bulldogs.” Nebb said flatly. I smirked at him, then Chai, who glared back.

“Fuck you.” she said.

“Fuck me?”

“Did I stutter? Fuck you.”

Scape shook his head, shrugging. “Taking that ‘competition’ seriously?”

Chai scoffed, Nebb retaining a look of utter confusion as she pointed a finger at me accusingly. “You cheated!”

“I took advantage of an opportunity~” I teased.

“Fuck off, you went in front of like a thousand people as a human-sized moth to challenge my twin to a fight.”

“I’ll let you wear the suit~”

Chai screeched in anger, lunging towards me… Only to fall flat on her face on the carpet. Scape shook his head, taking a sip of coffee as he pulled his shin away from her lower thigh. “I’d prefer there not be a fight in here.”

“What the fuck’s up with you two?!” Nebula sputtered, throwing up his hands.

Chai grumbled to herself, and I shrugged. “I just did it on impulse. Wasn’t even my idea to go there.”

“I’m gonna rip Bob’s throat out.”

“Do you WANT Mammon pissed off at you?” Scape chided.

“Okay but, seriously, that game’s next week.”

“And home has all the time in the world.” I mused.

Scape crossed his arms as I pulled out my phone. Dialing mom ‘n dad, dialing Polaris, conference call time.

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Chai sat around the table eating burgers with Nebb, Scape, mom and dad in the dorm’s kitchen. When among humans, mom either dressed in conservative blouse-and-skirt combo similar to me, or straight up imitating Marylin Monroe. Dad… would switch between hippie and hobo. Today was hobo day, torn clothes and unkempt hair.

I spent a bit chatting with Polly when she arrived, then took to a sketchbook. I A-posed facing each wall of the living room, she drew me from each angle. I made a few quips about getting nude, she threw the book at me and made me bring it back to her. Typical sister stuff. Fam and friends, on the other hand…

“That’s very sweet of you to keep an eye on them,” mom said to Scape. “Nebula especially could do with knowing how to cook.”

“Hey!”

“He’s talented, naturally, but I feel he’s better suited to mixology. When he tries, he’s quite good at making soups and stews. Thin on chopping and other such hands-on stuff.” Scape mused.

“And the fact Ally got fucked up by an angel.” Tyler cut in.

Dad looked through the doorway at me as I put up a peace sign over my eye for another sketch. “I’d prefer that not happen again.” he said. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eyes, frowning.

“Ugh, damnit Cen, I was trying to get your face down.” Polly spat. A couple of the others glanced over as I let out an ‘oops’.

“So you guys able to get some materials together for it?” I said. Chai rolled her eyes.

“I’ve got some people I can call up… Your father’s got some employees with resources, surely.” mom replied.

“Wait…” Chai pointed at dad. “...You have… Employees?”

“Is that a surprise?” he quipped. I snickered and went back to making cutesy poses for a somewhat miffed Polaris.

“Frans runs his own minor circle of Hell, honey. Within the greater circle of Belphegor’s, and with its own legion of imps and lesser demons.”

“Even have a fallen angel around working for me.”

Chai gave dad that ‘are you kidding me’ look. “Y… You’re kidding me. A fallen angel?”

“Nuh, she’s real nice. Always has to wear gloves though, burns if we so much as shake hands.” Nebb said through a mouthful.

“What kind of angel?” Scape asked.

“A cherub. Not a fan of all the regimenting upstairs, so I give her nice and flexible scheduling.”

“Yeah because she’d obviously prefer literal Hell, wouldn’t she.”

“I’m told Lucifer does.”

I quivered at my new boss’ name. Polly waved for me and held up her sketch: a poster of ‘Stella’ sticking up two peace signs with a cutesy wink. That turned my face to a grin instead. “Y’allllll, you needa see this~”

Nebb readily jumped up to come look, while Chai rolled her eyes. Mom, dad and Scape just gave a ‘not now’ and went back to talking.

“Yo, you need to step up your game, Cen.” Nebula quipped.

“Hey, she graduated two years ago.” I spat.

“And I’m a lot better at art~” Polaris teased, winking. I huffed in annoyance.

“Mooooooooom, Nebb and Polly are teasing me.”

“Then why don’t you tease them back?”

“Daaaaaaaaad, Nebb and Polly are teasing me!”

“Not my problem, miúdo!”

“Chai!”

“Don’t even, Ally.”

Nebula and Polaris just snickered to eachother, the latter going to sit by dad.

“You done talking about your VIP board, papai?” she said, nudging her pictures to him.

Nebb nudged me with his elbow. “I still can’t believe you told Chai you’d let her wear the suit.”

“Oy, the bigger the suit, the more field presence. Ty’s a heavyweight that got on the team anyway, so why the home not?”

“Gee I’unno, maybe because she’s a bitter ass about you getting the mascot?”

“Thought you were saying I didn’t have it yet?”

“Come on, mom’s here. Unless the guy in charge of administration here’s a demon, it’s gonna get changed now.”

“Yeah? Prove it~” I jeered.

“Hey mom, are you gonna get the mascot changed!?” Nebb called over.

“Of course I am!” she said back, before her and the guys all laughed.

Nebb put up his hands, and I just snorted.

Rather than engage in the PTA meeting in the kitchen, we put the couch back in place and booted up some games to play. Nebb slotted a flashdrive into my Xbox, uploading a slew of mods to violate my various games with. As if I’d want triple-A shills to actually be fun.

“So, what’re you gonna do once you graduate?”

I raised a brow at him. “What’re you gonna do then?”

“Probably set up shop at home, get dad into the bootlegging trade.”

“That’s already staked by other demons though.”

“And? What’s wrong with sharing the ‘burden’?”

“Angry drunks being represented by demons of wrath.”

“Fair, but also I don’t care.”

I rolled my eyes. “...I’ve got a work contract lined up.”

“Lemme guess, some indie game company?”

“Yeah, it’s called Lucy’s Furs.”

Nebb dropped his controller on his lap, looking at me out the corner of his eye. “...Are you…”

“Don’t. Tell. The others.” I said quietly, through gritted teeth.

Nebula gulped, picking his controller back up and dropping to a whisper. “...Is he the one that saved you in the forest?”

“Yeah.”

“Beast… What kind of work?”

“He was saving my life, so he was free to not specify.”

Nebula stared at me wide-eyed, ignoring his in-game character getting beat up as a result. “Seriously?!”

“He’s the devil, of course he’d do something like that,” I glanced up to make sure none of the others were coming over. “...He gave me a replacement for my old head- caused that power surge months ago ‘cause it’s THAT much more powerful. Said he’d let me finish out college and develop my powers a bit, then he’d have things for me to do.”

“Yikes… Why haven’t you told mom?”

“What, did she tell her parents when she worked for Asmodeus?”

“She says he’s up front about what he wants from someone.”

I took an uneasy breath. “...Well I’d assume he wouldn’t want his ‘investment’ in me to go to waste…”

“Yeah, ‘cause that means you’re gonna be perfectly fine.”

“...It doesn’t.”

I paused the game suddenly as Polaris walked over. “Don’t you do enough of that for class studies?”

“We’re doing a study group right now, step off.” I said flatly.

“Yeah, that hack and slash you’ve beaten ten times is valid studying.”

“We’re observing game mechanics.” Nebb said.

“And where’re your notes?”

“Why’re you over here?”

Polly sat next to me, opening her sketchbook. “Well this’s your image, wanna be sure you want this brought in to your coach.”

I turned my gaze onto her pictures of me, narrowing my eyes. “Heeeey, you made me look fatter than I am.”

“There’s gotta be space for a person in there, and last I checked, you want that person to be Chialer.”

Chialer, on cue, followed Polly over to us. “Uhuh, I say the suit’s not big enough for that.”

I crossed my arms. “Then widen the rest of it so the proportions are right.”

“We’re only gonna make the first iteration of the suit, Cen, it’s gonna cost money for them to make other stuff.”

Nebula snickered, and I elbowed him. “At least make the antenna fuzzy.” I said.

“Deal, if the wings stick out like some back shield.” Polly quipped.

“You kidding? I won’t be able to see behind myself!” Chai complained.

“You’re planning to?”

“Did you not see the combat armor on Ezekiel’s getup? I’m gonna need to.”

“So what, you’re planning to throw hands?” Nebula retorted.

“He is, so I am.”

“He was talking about flying into his flames, so…”

“Acalme-se, bondade!” Mom said, striding in and circling behind Polaris. “Frans has things arranged, we should get this proposal to the school’s administration.”

Polaris nodded, going to the door with Tyler, mom and dad. Scape walked to the couch, but stopped there with his hands in his pockets, waiting for the door to close.

“...I’m pretty good at selective hearing.” he mused. I gulped.

“What do you mean?” Nebb asked, acting innocent. Obviously, I elbowed him again for that.

“Working for Lucifer is a dangerous game.” Scape said passively, not looking at me.

“...I don’t have much of a choice.”

“That’s how he gets you involved with him.”

“What would he even have me do?”

“A devil isn’t one without someone to combat.”

“So he’s going to have her fight more angels?”

Scape looked over his shoulder at Nebula. “Lucifer knows better than that. There’re entities far worse than the denizens of Hell…”

I lowered my head. Scape slowly moved to the door.

“...I worked for him, once. Had to go into hiding as a result.”

“That place you told Chai about?”

“Yes. The place was swarming with exorcists, witchhunters, crusaders… Hell, it was the home of crusaders. He told me to corrupt the place… Not what the catch was.”

“There’s always gonna be one, isn’t there?”

“That’s his game. Wants to see how people react to things they don’t expect.”

“Well that’s gonna be fun.” Nebula said sarcastically, leaning away from me defensively.

“I beg to differ.” I said flatly, staring blankly over my shoulder.

Scape looked at me in what I assumed was concern. “Good luck. He’ll keep you alive, but that’s only so you can do things God won’t let him.”

He bowed his head for a moment, and stepped out. Nebula let me stare at nothing for a good couple minutes, before quietly turning off the game and heading out as well.

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Meanwhile, Chai had split off from my family. She went to Monty, ranted at him for a minute, and got a ride out to the northwest side of the river. Right to the frat house of Zeta Iota Phi.

“What do you want, bulldog?” one of the guys said on opening the door. Chai decked him in the face, Monty seizing up in alarm behind her as she stepped over the frat jock’s unconscious form. A couple other guys came up with shouts of ‘what the fuck?!’ and such, and Monty backed away as she punched one, grabbed him by the arm, and hurled him into two others.

“Where the hell is Z.” she demanded at nobody in particular, deadpanned and scowling.

Two guys were left in the room—one put his hands up in fear, the other shakily pointed to the living room. Chai stomped over that way as Monty sheepishly apologized to the two.

“What’s up, fuckup?” she spat.

Ezekiel, lounging with his legs across a couch, scoffed quietly. “Go away, Tyler.”

“You’re trying to go into the superbowl, huh?”

“What football team doesn’t?”

“As yourself.”

“I don’t like wearing some beaver costume.”

“Bullshit.”

He looked up at her, pausing the TV show that was on. Out of a mascot suit, he wore cargo jeans, snow boots, a hooded jacket, climbing gloves, a bandana covering his lower face, running goggles, and a balaclava to cover the gaps. Not one bit of skin was visible on his body. “You’re really throwing a fit over this?” he grumbled.

“You’re a piece of shit.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“Being self deprecating doesn’t get you out of it.”

“Out of what?”

“Me taking you down a notch.”

“Why do you care?”

“You signed yourself up for the college in direct competition with mine!”

“We signed up independent of eachother, neither of us knew.”

“Fuck off, you knew.”

“No I didn’t…”

Monty sidled in, keeping distance from Chialer. “Isn’t it possible he just… really didn’t know…?”

Chai jabbed a finger in his direction. “Shut the fuck up, Bob.”

Ezekiel put a hand to his face, sighing. “Don’t bother, man, she’s not gonna be reasonable about it.”

Chialer promptly shoved him off the couch, eliciting a yelp of alarm. “All you do is steal off whatever I try to do in life!”

Ezekiel glared up at her. Monty backed away nervously, seeing how the twin’s goggles had a dull yellow glow under them… “No I don’t! It’s not my fault our lives line up by coincidence!”

Chai planted her hands on the back of the couch. “Then why did you just suddenly show up in that canyon?!”

“I already told you, I didn’t know why, it just happened!”

Monty gulped, rushing out of the room to start chatting with the frat boys—despite their hostile reception of him, he felt the need to keep attention off the twins.

Zippy got to his feet, letting out a huff of air. “You’re always tearing me down for anything I do!”

“Because you always have to do it ‘better’ than me!”

“That’s not my fault! We just happen to do similar things at the same time!”

Chai vaulted onto the couch, clenching her fists. “Then why do you go out of your way to make everything about YOU?! You go to the Ivy league school, you have a damn fraternity named after you. You have MI-fucking-T themed around you!?”

Zippy pulled down the waist of his jacket, concealing the pads of a bulletproof vest. “Yeah, I’m making the most of my situation! I didn’t tell you to come to the same metro with your underdog complex!” he spat.

Chai let out a screech of anger, springing off the couch to pounce on her twin. As they fought on the floor, Monty quivered at the noise. “Hey, how about I buy you guys drinks…? Apology for my, uh, friend throwing a fit?” he stammered.

One of the frat guys furrowed his brow, and another leaned over to try and see what the twins were up to. “Why the hell are you with that bitch anyway?”

“...I’m her ride from place to place. It’s better to just… Let her ‘talk’ with her brother.”

“‘Talk’ my ass, she’s fighting with Zeke in there!” one spat, pushing past Monty.

As he walked into the living room, the twins froze mid-wrestle just to seethe in unison: “Stay the fuck out of this.” Their voices combined for an all-the-more insidious growl, and the frat guy let out a girlish scream as he sprinted straight for the front door.

The others had gone pale. “D-drinks it is…!” one sputtered, to which Monty now more eagerly ushered them out.

#Alpha Centauri #Filler is my archenemy in writing

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shaggypotter · 5 years

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Be More Chill Bootleg

Right guys i’ve been really addicted to a muscial you all might know as its called BE MORE CHILL and if anyone has one please could they send me a link. if possible any verison of witch George Salzar palys michel.

Like i dont mind trading. do have afew to offer such as beetlejucie, hamilton, and others feel free to dm me

#Be More Chill #musical bootlegs #bootleg #musical #Beetlejuice #bmc #bmc musical

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ick25 · 5 years

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Rockman.EXE Episode 55 Review.

STRANGER DANGER!

I’ve got the blues... For this is the last time I’ll see the Enzan I like before Axess ruins him.

We start the episode in the arcade where Rockman and Blues are having a battle!

Not as epic as the one in the tournament finals, but a little more credible.

Enzan decides to end the battle by using the Program Advance, however, Netto and Rockman figured out a way to deflect the Beta Sword with just a Sword.

This surprises Enzan and Blues because, it’s the Beta Sword... Its not something a preschooler can do with little effort, right?. XP

The battle continues until Enzan receives an emergency call on his PET and tells Netto that they have to postponed their battle for another time.

I just like their reactions.

In his limo, Enzan is still surprised about Rockman using a Sword against the Beta Sword, showing us a flashback of what we just saw, literally, a minute ago.

“The probability of doing that is just as high as Gutsman using a Program Advance”

After the title card, we see that Enzan’s emergency called was just about his dad being impatient about getting a contract signed for a partnership with a new company.

I have no idea what that stick Blues showing is supposed to be, but we have reached the MADEA... I mean MAEDA company.

Enzan enters and sees a man working on something, he tries to talk to him about the contract but the man isn’t interested in working for another company like IPC.

You know, the thing. That thing, go get the thing.

Oh, that thing... What even is that thing?!

The man asks Enzan to do more chores, like shredding some documents, when a Higure like character comes in and yells at him demanding to know who he is.

The man tells him that Enzan is from IPC and the Higure guy, whose name I forgot, gets all creepy on him until the man tells Enzan to move on to his next chore, cleaning the toilet.

I don’t know what confuses me more, the fact that the guy has a pink apron the fits Enzan perfectly, or seeing that the toilet also has a sink.

After cleaning the toilet, Enzan returns to the man and his assistant who are working on a special program with the help of some standard Navis.

Don’t ask me what that machine is because I don’t know.

Apparently the Navis have to use Swords to cut the data rock into a perfect copy of the model the man wants. And I really mean perfect because once they’re done the man analyses it, finds a small imperfection, and that’s enough to tell the Navis to destroy it, ignoring his assistant telling him that kind of precision is almost impossible to achieve.

Like everything humanity does, it took way less time to destroy it than it took to make it.

This upsets the Higure clone because of the time they spent working on it. They begin to work on another data rock, but this time Enzan offers to give it a try in hopes to speed things up.

He plugs in Blues who scares the standard Navis and even more after he performs the Program Advance to give form to the data in a matter of seconds.

Unfortunately for Mr. Child prodigy the shape is not perfect either since the man shows him that it is just a tad smaller than the model.

He tells Enzan that the Program Advance, even though its a powerful move, it is useless without control and sometimes a simple sword is just right.

So after Blues’s fail, the Navis are not afraid of him anymore and invite him to work with them, and their interactions with him are kinda cute.

My new favorite trio.

Since this is an Enzan episode we cut to and back from commercials with two cube scenes with the chibi Blues.

What’s funny is that Blues says Shakin twice the second time and Netto’s voice points that out.

We see that Blues was left working with the Navis using regular swords while Enzan is out on an errand. Suddenly, the power goes out in the work station making the data rock disappear, but wouldn’t that affect the cyberworld too?

I guess they would just lose contact with the humans.

The man suddenly says that he forgot to pay the power bill and... calmly and shamelessly tells his assistant to go steal power from somewhere.

Meanwhile, we see Netto at the Maha Ichiban talking about how he enjoyed his battle with Enzan and that he can’t wait to continue it.

They are just so adorable!

So anyway, the power goes out causing Mahajarama to give Count Elec third degree burns.

The Ex-WW soon discover that the Higure double is the culprit and they give chase to him, until he turns around a corner but goes back to kick a garbage can to stop them which was pretty funny.

Speaking of funny scenes, you can’t help but laugh with the subtitles’s sense of humor in this next one.

Even the subs are tired of having to translate Aki’s cheesy song. XD

So the Higure bootleg returns to the office just in time for some mafia looking guys from another company to arrive and attempt to destroy the man’s work for not wanting to join them. Luckily for him, Enzan returns just in time to save the day by throwing a chip at one of the thugs, karate chopping another one, and had apparently taken out all of the others outside off camera... Damn, you don’t mess with this kid. O.O

What is it with rich people and throwing collectible items a bad guys?

“That’s for making me waste a perfectly good battle chip!”

Anyway, Enzan scares off the mafia boss by telling him he is from IPC. While Enzan and the man watch the bad guys leave, the Higure copy makes a creepy face as he is doing something on the computer. Turns out he is a bad guy who steals part of the program data to sell it.

He easily runs away before Blues tells them that there are viruses destroying the original data. So Enzan sends chips to help Blues fight them.

He says, as he deletes a Metool.

Blues protects the data from the viruses and then suddenly does this.

It looks like Blues found an invisible hole that is bringing the viruses in, Enzan sends a Paladin Sword to destroy the hole and the real enemy appears.

Drillman, where have you been?! The season is almost over!

So Blues fights Drillman and...

Wow guys, you suck today.

Not even the Beta Sword can beat him, and it’s practically unavoidable!

PRACTICALLY!

Enzan is running out of ideas until he exchanges looks with the man and understands that a single Sword is more than enough. So Blues uses a Sword and cuts Drillman in half!

I bet this was edited in the dub.

So the day is saved, but their celebration is interrupted by the Ex-WWW who caught the Higure knock off and demand something in return for stealing their electricity.

Since the assistant is the ”real” bad guy here, the man doesn’t take responsibility for telling him to steal power from them and offers a trade, the stolen data for the thief.

I initially though he was offering the data he stole, but nope.

“Please boy, I’m not stupid. Why would a famous company like IPC have a kid working for them if it wasn’t the president’s son?”

So the man finally accepts IPC’s partnership as thanks for Enzan helping him out and the episode ends with Blues and Rockman continuing their battle at the arcade while a news anchor informs everyone about the newest PET that will be released.

The Advance PET is going to be so revolutionary that it will practically hijack the flashbacks for this season by making everyone forget the Plug-in PETs and even rewrite history!

How is this even possible?!

My thoughts?

I like to think this is the last time I’ll see the Enzan I know and love before Axess makes him boring. I feel that this Enzan is more of an interesting character that I would like to know more about, but instead will become someone obsessed with his job and only follows orders. The Enzan in this episode, and in this season in general, has always been portrayed as Netto’s rival, someone who enjoys Net Battles and wont let anyone get in his way, just like back in episode 20 and 21. Sure, he takes his work at IPC seriously, but he was doing the jobs his father told him to do, he didn’t look like the type of person who would stay all day in an office doing paper work, he is a kid for crying out loud! Axess basically makes him an adult, he doesn’t feel like a kid anymore, to me, he was just a cool, kind of a snobby kid who respects his father and is proud of his family’s name, but he also enjoys Net Battles and eating at fancy restaurants by himself, and even hangs out with Netto when he has the chance (mostly to show off to him).

The episode introduces Drillman.EXE who had a bigger role in the game. He was a WWW Navi, it was not known if he had an operator, but somehow was related to Bubbleman a Navi that will debut in Axess. It’s a shame that Drillman’s character goes to waste here, but at least he returns for an episode in Rockman Stream... To fight Blues again.

Looks like Capcom was already working on Battle Network 4 when this came out since it announces the arrival of the Advanced PET that will take over the next season.

#Rockman.exe #MegaMan NT Warrior #megaman battle network #anime #my reviews #anime review #dub vs sub

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glutko · 5 years

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FNaF Bootleg Merch VI: China Edition

View the previous five parts here.

To cut a long story short, AliExpress and Wish.com had enough bootleg FNaF stuff for me to make a sixth part to this series, and maybe even a seventh. This series just won’t die!

Anyways, let’s dive right in. This one’s longer than usual due to some interesting design choices made by the bootleggers.

Let’s start off with a bootleg of a Funko Pop! The most beloved of merchandise have gotten the quality treatment from bootleggers across the ocean. How does it fare?

Badly. I’ve shown this off previously in an unrelated post, but it’s too good to not include here. This figure of “Funtime Foxsde” - every FNaF Pop made by these guys have ‘sde’ at the end of the character’s name - has the body of a white Springtrap, yet clearly shows the original body for it on the box.

Speaking of the box, it drags out the esses of the FNaF logo like a snake character, and is made by a company called “Popipo Games”. So, what, did Hatsune Miku make this bootleg herself?

While looking up Popipo Games, I ended up finding these bootleg “Minecraftimm” Pops on a Russian site! These seem to have articulated limbs, which automatically makes them better than their FNaF Pops. We have “Creeperer“ with a horrified expression, “Steveve“ with a broken neck, his clone in “Diamond Armoror”, and a “Ocelotot” with a Skeleton’s body and blue eye-shadow.

Pure quality. Thanks, Russia. That is, if you even come from Russia.

Let’s get back on track now. This is FNAF Bootleg Merch, after all! Here’s some figures based on Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Simulator.

Uh... wow. These are something, alright! From left to right, top to bottom, we have bra-wearing Scrap Baby who fell into a vat of paint stripper, a statue of Orville Elephant carved out of pumpkins, a sunburnt Pigpatch holding a giant spoon, Rockstar Foxy with an exploding briefcase and a giant foot, a horrified Rockstar Freddy, and a melting chocolate El Chip with a UFO strapped to his head.

Phew, that was a mouthful. Let’s look at a phone case I found on Wish.com that has fanart of Vincent on it!

It’s a “Phone Upgrade”, apparently. But if anything, it’s more of a downgrade - you’ll be supporting art theft, have a crappy phone case that might cause future problems due to dubious quality, and be marked for death by the Rebornicult. Ah, the wonders of the Internet!

Also, it was originally $40? Really?!

Here’s some bootleg FNaF not-LEGO minifigs, featuring more stolen fanart, Freddy and Bonnie after eating bees, and a microphone and hook made out of cheese. I’m surprised that it took this long for bootleg LEGO minifigs to show up in this series!

At some point, the LEGO bootleggers thought that it’d be sweet to make larger figures based on the Sister Location/Twisted Ones blind bags. Which is how we ended up with these monstrosities, and I ain’t talking about the animatronics!

For the most part, these bootlegs look okay, if a bit crap when it comes to their paint job. And then we have Ella the doll, who has stolen Chica’s bib as well as Toy Chica’s short shorts, and has horrid, nasty monkey feet. Good job, guys! This won’t be the last bootleg from WZP Pong...

Let’s take a look at some bootleg stickers, according to the listing’s name. They look more like trading cards, but whatever.

For the most part, these stickers are as generic as they can be - stolen fan renders, stolen artwork, you know the drill. But there are two notable outliers in this set; the first has a screenshot of a bootleg FNaF dentist mobile game. So we’ve got another case of bootleg Inception. Nice!

The second is a pinup featuring a familiar-looking Purple Guy and Phone Guy. Because, you know, it wouldn’t be a FNaF Bootlegs post without a little bit of the Rebornica AU thrown in!

Let’s move on to some more bootleg figures. We’re not done with Minecraft just yet - here’s a full playset featuring the main four animatronics in the blockiest world ever!

There’s a lot to cover here, so I’ll just rapidly state some oddities about this set, starting now! The ore is green like emeralds but has the standard ore texture, and seems to be a sticker slapped on a cardboard box. The horse looks like it’s diseased. What are those two pebbles at the bottom for? Why are there LEGO minifigs on the box? What are those flowers from? Who designed the original skins? Foxy’s eyepatch looks like an afterthought. The bed looks like a matchbox.

And done. We’re almost at the end, I promise!

I picked this bootleg out simply because of its amazing display image. It seems to depict Nightmarionne dying in Nightmare Freddy’s arms like Michelangelo’s Pieta, while Nightmare and Toy Foxy watch with a look of impatience and deep thought, respectively.

Meanwhile, Nightmare Chica and Bonnie are completely ruining the scene by re-enacting Jack and Rose from Titanic, while also T-posing to assert their dominance over the scene.

And finally, from WZP Pong, we have a bootleg FNaF race track centered around a fake McDonald’s. (Maybe it’s the Pizzeria?)

Rumor has it that this bootleg inspired Scott to add Midnight Motorist to FFPS. No, I don’t know why there are two Bonnies. Or why the drive-thru menu only shows a picture of Foxy.

It’s best to not question this set, alright?

#not corruption #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #long post

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officialleehadan · 6 years

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Chinese Pepper

“I need something from you.”

Adamine settled herself at the table and sized up the man across from her. He was handsome and well-muscled, and his hair fell in his eyes.

“Whatever you want, the answer is no,” he replied shortly, with a trace of his native Mandarin flavoring his words. “I don’t work with cops and you’re a damn fool for asking if you know who I am.”

“I do know who you are, and that’s why I’m asking,” she replied, and pulled out a folder. “I know your name is Renshu Zhang, and that your other name is Firestorm. I know you’re the most powerful Fire Power in history, and that you probably have a minor Strength factor on top of it. I know that you’re Ignition’s most notorious enforcer, and I know you have a soft spot for children.”

It was the last pat that really caught his attention, as she hoped it would.

“Kids?” he questioned slowly, and eyed her as he sat back in his chair. He caught the eye of one of the waitresses, who brought him a beer moments later. “What do kids have to do with it?”

“We got word that the Blue Crush Gang is branching out,” Adamine told him shortly as he finally took the folder from her. The gang was all water-powers and Renshu’s own Fire-themed family was at war with them. But the thing was, the Zhang family didn’t deal in human trafficking, and was sometimes known to step in if they caught someone else at it. It was a gamble to reach out to Renshu, but the payoff might be more than worth it. “They’re getting a shipment of children and young women some time in the next month.”

His eyes flickered as he read through the documents, and then jumped back to her. “And what do you want me to do about it?”

“It would be a serious blow to Blue Crush to loose the shipment,” she pointed out and shook her head when a waitress gestured at her with a menu. “And I don’t think you’re the kind of guy to let a bunch of children be sold into god-knows-what.”

“What gives you that idea?”

“You once put out a gang-related house fire to save a sleepover no one even knew about. Your family might deal in drugs and bootlegging, but I don’t think you’re big on slavery.”

That silenced him, and he read through the file again.

“Assuming I might be interested,” he hedged casually. “You know I would have to get authorization before I could say anything about our operations. Ignition likes me, but if he got the slightest hint I was playing both sides, he would kill me in a heartbeat.”

“That’s why I approached you here,” Adamine admitted honestly. She waved at the small Chinese restaurant around them. “I know perfectly well who owns this place. I thought you might have less trouble if your people knew what was going on from the beginning.”

“And what about your people?”

It was a valid question. A turncoat cop was a problem. A turncoat cop with the highest gravity-manipulation Talent on record was a national threat.

“My captain knows where I am,” she explained comfortably. “I have full authorization to work with you within reason on this sort of activity.”

He drank his beer and thought about it, but he hadn’t said no yet, and hadn’t set himself on fire yet, and so it was still possible he would work with her.

Adamine hoped so. The Zhangs were a problem, but they were a problem that could wait until the bigger problems were dealt with.

“Alright, assuming I’m interested,” he said at last. “What would you want from me personally, and us in general?”

Relief would have made her knees weak if she wasn’t already sitting. He was willing to play ball. She could work with that.

“Any information about Blue Crush’s operations,” she supplied, and was gratified when he started taking notes in quick, neat Chinese. “Times, dates, places. Any of it. For this shipment specifically, we need to know when and where it’s coming in so we can get those poor people to safety.”

“Nothing about my people?” He watched her warily and she didn’t blame him. It probably did smell like a trap. “If this is a set-up…”

“It’s not,” Adamine told him. “We’re looking to trade information about a mutual problem. I can’t make promises about what my Captain and the DA might offer to sweeten the pot. I don’t have that kind of authority.”

“Fair enough,” he decided, and considered her. “Why you? I don’t know you, and you’re not Chinese.”

“I was the most likely not to die, if you decided to try and kill me,” she cracked a smile for the first time. “And I’m good at keeping my face out of the media. My working name is Gaia.”

“The gravity-bender who’s been keeping the Earthshakers under control,” Renshu realized. As she suspected, he was considerably more familiar with her public name. “You’re fire resistant too?”

“Heat can be affected by gravity. Chances are good that I’m immune to you.”

It was probably a bad idea to tell him that, but a little trust wouldn’t go amiss right now.

He flashed a quick, white smile in return. It made him look like a wolf, and he might have been intimidating if Adamine wasn’t ready for him.

“What’s your real name, Gaia?” he asked, and offered a hand to shake. She took it and clasped his hand firmly in hers.

“Adamine,” she admitted freely, and shook his hand once. “My email is on the top sheet. Let me know if we can work together.”

“I think I can manage that much,” he laughed, and settled back into his seat. “Better run for home, Ladybug. This isn’t a good place for people who don’t like fire.”

“Look forward to hearing from you,” Adamine took the warning for what it was and left while the going was good.

Maybe, just maybe, he would work with her.

Maybe would have to be enough.

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So I’m in the choir for a community production of The Hunchback of Notre Dame musical (my first community theater show, now that I think on it--!!!) and I’ve loved almost every second of it so far.

The only seconds I haven’t loved are the seconds when we rehearse (SPOILERS) Esmeralda’s death.

For those of you who haven’t seen the show (live or bootleg - I also am poor and nowhere near the coasts; I don’t judge), Quasi’s just poured molten lead on the square at Notre-Dame and he comes back into the bell tower, where he laid Esmeralda after taking her away from her pyre, and he’s being his heartbreakingly adorable self and she has a short reprise of “Top of the World.” That finishes, and Quasi tells Esmeralda, “Can stay inside here forever!” Coughing, voice weakening, she replies, “I don’t think...forever. You’re such a good friend, Quasimodo.” He smiles and says, “Yes. Your friend.” And Esmeralda dies and it’s heartwrenching, but this is where I stop, because I’ve reached the part that bugs me.

Every time our Esmeralda says, “You’re such a good friend, Quasimodo,” at least one person (usually more) in the cast and/or choir says something scolding Esmeralda for “friendzoning” Quasi on her deathbed. They’re never serious; it’s clearly a joke, but it still bugs me and I’m having trouble articulating why it bugs me, so if you don’t mind I’m going to try to figure out words here.

First off, the whole concept of “friendzoning” as a bad thing bugs me, partly because of its association with Nice Guy culture, which--ew--but also because of its implication that friendship is inferior to romance and/or sex.

It’s not.

Especially for Quasimodo, y’all! Poor boy’s lived twenty whole years with only Frollo for human contact and only the gargoyles’ voices in his head for friends. He’s grown up loving Frollo like a father, but that love hasn’t been returned, and on some level, I think he can tell--his body language whenever Frollo’s onstage with him, as well as the fact that he addresses Frollo as “Master” (probably at Frollo’s instruction), are indicators that he’s afraid of/intimidated by Frollo, and I’m sorry, but if you’re afraid of your parental figure(s), then they’re not doing their job very well, and they’re certainly not your friend(s). And they probably don’t consider you theirs.

All that to say, Quasimodo hasn’t had a friend his whole life, nor has anyone ever told him anything positive about him, so for Esmeralda to tell him he’s a good friend to her is h u g e. She is affirming that he is a person, that he is a good person, and that she’s grateful for all that he’s done for her in the few weeks he’s known her.

I put up a mild protest when it happened today (it had to be quick and quiet, because y’know rehearsal, and I didn’t want to ruffle too many feathers--I’m really good at ruining jokes and bringing down the mood), and the person next to me--still with that joking demeanor, but defending the joke--said that Esmeralda “friendzoned” Quasi in that he loved her and made his love known and she rejected him, chose Phœbus instead, and called Quasi her friend on her deathbed (the person asserted that the “dying friendzone” was worse than a normal one, because there was no chance for Esmeralda to change her mind).

And, like, yeah, he loved her and made his love known--wouldn’t you, too, if you’d lived your whole life only experiencing half-assed, bare-bones “kindness” from an authority figure who constantly told you that you were a deformed, ugly monster, unfit to even leave the building you grew up in, and then when you do leave and your worst fears are realized and people scorn and abuse you for looking different, this person you admire not only tells everyone to stop hurting you, but also defends you, helps you, and apologizes for inadvertently starting the whole ordeal?

I’d probably fall in love on the spot, too.

I mean, I’ve been very lucky to grow up with a family who loves me and tells me so all the time, and I’ve had friendships come and go and come to stay, and still I very nearly fall in love all the time with people who are decent human beings to me. In this very show, when the cast lets me linger on the edge of their conversations and occasionally contribute, I get this thrill of “holy shit I’m one of the gang,” and if someone goes so far as to address me by name? ??? I short-circuit. They know my name! These people are so much cooler than I’ll ever be, and so much better at being functioning, social human beings, but they know my name and they use it and I’m a person! It sounds strange and made-up when I write it down, but it’s seriously what goes on in my head. When people I admire take the half-second it takes to say my name.

And I didn’t grow up isolated and abused in a bell tower.

Back to the other points the person made: Esmeralda chose to pursue a relationship with Phœbus, yes, but she didn’t outright reject Quasimodo. She looked out for him and remained his friend, telling him she’d help him when he needed it (remember, that’s why she gave him the amulet map to the Court of Miracles--as a thank-you for him helping her hide Phœbus, she gave Quasi the amulet and told him, “And if you ever need help, come find me in the Court of Miracles”). Even when he asked her to stay with him and hide in the crypts under Notre-Dame, she made sure that he understood that she wasn’t turning him down because she didn’t like him, she was turning him down to protect him and herself (“I can’t, Quasimodo. It would be too dangerous--not just for me, but for you, too.”).

And I don’t think she chose Phœbus because he’s conventionally pretty. I don’t remember who posted it, but I saw a post on here (it might have been a quote, for all I know/remember) that said something along the lines of “Frollo saw Esmeralda as a devil. Quasimodo saw her as an angel. Phœbus saw her as Esmeralda. So she chose Phœbus.” That says it better and more concisely than I can. Frollo was never an option for Esmeralda romantically, so we’re leaving him at the door. And Quasimodo is an absolute sweetheart and loyal and kind to the core, but because he grew up so isolated and maltreated, he idolized the first person to show him true kindness, which wouldn’t have ended well even if Esmeralda had survived and had chosen to pursue a romance with Quasi--putting people on pedestals isn’t healthy for either person involved; at some point, whether knowingly (I doubt it, in this case) or otherwise, Esmeralda would have failed Quasi in some way--not because she doesn’t care, but just because she’s human, and humans can’t be perfect--and it would have crushed him. It’s not good for Esmeralda, either--through no fault of his own (see again the twenty-year isolation point: he doesn’t know any better), Quasi is basically objectifying her. This isn’t to say he has bad intentions, or that his love isn’t real--he’s not objectifying Esmeralda the way Frollo does--it’s just to say that Esmeralda recognized that in the end, neither she nor Quasi would be happy in a romantic relationship with each other, but she saw that he desperately needed and deserved a friend, so she became his friend. Phœbus initially compares Esmeralda to an angel in “Rhythm of the Tambourine,” but if we’re being honest I think it was just for the sake of the contrast to Frollo’s line “She dances like the Devil himself” when Phœbus meets her and talks to her, he begins to fall in love with the real her, the one who is trading witty remarks with him and also fiercely defending herself, her principles, her people, and Quasimodo, whom she’s just met maybe fifteen minutes ago. And her curiosity about this soldier whom she senses is not an orders-following machine but has a strong moral compass and who really listens to what she has to say turns to love while she has time to think about it, and they both act on it in “Tavern Song,” when they have a witty conversation that masks their true feelings but they’re each testing the waters to see if the other feels the way they do and when each has confirmed it, they kiss and it’s actually great.

Esmeralda loves both Phœbus and Quasimodo--she loves Phœbus romantically, which is arguably what he needed (since I sense that his “Rest and Recreation” self was a bit of a front and he needed someone to see past that), and she loves Quasimodo platonically, which is certainly what he needed--and let’s be real, Esmeralda needed both. It’s established that she loses friends quickly, probably because of how determined she is to right the wrongs she sees, so for both Phœbus and Quasimodo to admire that trait and to admire her is wonderful, because it opens doors for Esmeralda that were probably closed for quite some time. (Which sounds opportunistic and calculating when I write it down, but I think it’s true, and I’m not using it to diminish the emotional value of these relationships--I’m just trying to figure things out.)

And we’ve already covered that the “friendzone” is a ridiculous concept, but the “dying friendzone”? When else was she going to tell Quasi that he was a good friend? She was just getting to know him for most of the show, and she was away from him for huge chunks of it, too--her last minutes, dying in Quasi’s arms, were her last chance to help Quasi understand that he wasn’t the monster he’d grown up being told he was (and I’d like to see you try to say more than six words when you’ve just been nearly burned at the stake and are dying from excessive smoke inhalation).

Please let me know if there’s anything you think I missed; there are several points here that I’m not 100% solid on, and I might have expressed any of this quite poorly, because I’m tired.

TL;DR: I’ve been stewing over a throwaway joke people made in Hunchback rehearsal for approximately Way Too Long and needed to put my thoughts down somewhere

#hunchback of notre dame #cali.txt #wall of text

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