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green-g3ck0 · 4 years

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[[TW- death// schlatt// heavy angst]]

<<Characters: Tubbo, Tommy, Wilbur, Schlatt, Dream>>

The young man walked towards the broken down house. His mind raced with memories, a cold wave hitting him.

He kicked a few shambles, it breaking more and dust forming. He looked up and touched the rusty frame of the house, tracing the dents made from past wars.

He sighed and walked in, remembering what he came for. But he still had time to look around and remember more.

He hummed a small tune, not remembering the lyrics, but still stuck in his mind. He opened a large chest and rummaged through many items, much being cobble and dirt. When finding nothing, he closed the chest and moved on.

He opened empty furnaces, taking the left coal to use later, and any other items possibly left for storage.

He glanced at the E-chest and paused. He knew what he was looking for would be in there. He looked outside to the darkening sky and sighed.

He opened the chest and grabbed the disk, fiddling with it slightly. He closed the chest after keeping a few other items and walked out, looking for the familiar jukebox.

He sat down and plopped the disk in, feeling a familiar physical chill, but his mind and heart felt warmer.

As the song played, and the sun set, his mind drifted, and the familiar song made a smile appear on his face.

“Ya know Tubbo, Dream was trying to get this disc out of me- like- it hold some importance to him or something!” The blond commented.

The brunette laughed slightly and turned to the other. “Not to him! It’s important to us though, right Tommy?”

Said boy nodded. “It’s very important Tubbo- this- this land is important! We worked hard for this land and we will make sure we get our freedom! Even if it kills us!” He proudly exclaimed.

Tubbo sighed, growing a bit nervous. “W-Well- hopefully it doesn’t kill us- but yea! This is our land!” He joined the blond beside him, the two watching the sunset while the song played.

He sighed, kicking his feet a bit. The plan never stuck. While they kept their land, they lost it the next couple weeks after the election. He remembered how before the election, he told his friend about an escape tunnel and bunker just in case. Thank god.

“C’mere, cmere-“ he coaxed his friend. The blond followed and was led to an underground shelter. “I made this just in case something goes wrong. Hopefully nothing does, but just in case.”

He sighed heavily and nodded. “Thank you Tubbo. We might need this. Good planning by the way-“

Tubbo thanked the running Vice President and they made it back up to the surface, waiting for the election to be held.

And thank god he did that. His friends didn’t win, and unfortunately lost to a dictator. Every other day the two met in the paths connecting the country to the banished land.

He looked down at his feet, tracing the wood. He remembered the last time him and his friend spoke here.

“Tubbo- we could run away. We could run and forget it all. Forget Pogtopia, forget Manburg- we could live happily by ourselves and not be harmed.” Tommy told his British friend.

He responded first with a nod. “We could. We could take a few items- the discs, armor, tools, food- and run. Away from Schlatt, away from war..”

The boys looked at each other in regret. “Tubbo we can’t. We can’t leave just yet- it’s too dangerous.”

Tubbo agreed and sat up, dusting himself off, Tommy doing the same. They both agreed it was a bad plan and it needed to at least be thought of more before even considering.

And it was never considered again.

The last time the boys were on a team together was on their death beds. One more fortunate than the other.

Tubbo remembered being put in the box- this time not as funny. His president- the one he thought was warming up- put him in danger. He made him dress up and decorate his own funeral.

“Techno get up here!”

The two stared at each other, knowing what was about to happen. His friends whispered to him saying to trust the process, he’ll be fine.

He wasn’t fine. No one was. Blade won a 1v20, and few were happy.

“You killed Tubbo!” His friend yelled at the arsonist.

“I was peer pressured!” He argued.

Tubbo watched his friends argue, Tommy arguing heavily that what Techno did was wrong. Neither were right, nor wrong.

Tommy and Tubbo both knew that with Wilbur not following through with his plan, everyone’s days were numbered.

At least Tubbo made it out alive under someone’s shitty plans.

He felt a tear slip down his face as he remembered the last few moments with his friend.

The song was playing on the jukebox. But a certain someone wasn’t getting their way, and was pissed.

“So- this- this is your place? This shithole-“

“Leave Tommy and Tubbo alone!” Wilbur yelled at the former president.

The latter of the mentioned boys was behind the other. Tommy protected Tubbo with his life, which was being threatened by a crossbow to the head.

“You shitheads are the reason my country is the fucked up place it is! And someone will pay!” Schlatt yelled.

“Then shoot me!” “Then shoot him!” Wilbur yelled back as Tommy overlapped his voice, pointing at the other culprit.

The American chuckled sinisterly. “If I can have Manburg than no one can-“ he mocked Wilbur. “-oh bitch bitch bitch. No matter what- no one got Manburg. No matter what you did, my country suffered because of your dumbass. And because of that..” he slowly turned to face the young boys. “Someone. Someone will pay. “ he growled.

Tubbo tensed as he saw Tommy sigh shakily. “C-Can I at least get final words? Can you be that nice?”

Schlatt rolled his eyes. “Fine. Say your last words or forever hold your peace or something-“ he then coughed heavily and complained about the air.

Tommy then turned to Tubbo. “Tubbo listen- whether I make it alive or not- you have the discs. Find them, and remember me. Remember us. Remember what we did for L’Manburg. Remember our promises. Remember all those times I tried to stay by your side, even though we were on opposite teams. I’m sorry for anything I couldn’t accomplish. I wish I could’ve been a better older brother figure to you Tubbo. But through it all, be the man I wish I could’ve been. Even in spirit, I will still be by your side.”

Tommy smiled and hugged Tubbo tightly. The smaller Brit cried in his friends shoulder after his words.

A yawn was heard behind them. “Ya two done yet?!” Tommy sighed heavily and separated from the hug, ruffling Tubbos hair.

“Not yet.” Tommy then ran over and decked Wilbur, shouting many profanities that shocked all parties.

Once done, he walked back over to Tubbo and gave him one last hug before walking into an enclosed area. “Now. Now I’m ready.”

There was a click and a ping before suffering was heard. Schlatt sighed and looked at the other kid. “Go away now or you’re next.” Tense, he listened and ran towards the surface.

Tubbo could feel the hot tears down his face as he heard the song ending. He remembered all of it.

“I remember Tommy.. don’t you worry. I miss you...”

“Tubbo..?” A voice called.

He jumped and turned towards the sound, seeing the owner and calming down.

“O-oh hey dream! Uh- how are you? What’s up?” He quickly wiped his tears, trying- and failing- to seem okay.

“Tubbo.. I mean- I’m alright.. what’s up with you..? If you wanna talk about it- that is..” the man replied.

He couldn’t stop the tears this time. His body shook as he cried harder, remembering his counterpart.

Dream walked over and engulfed Tubbo in a hug, hushing him and trying to comfort him any way he can.

They eventually got to the point that sitting in the grass was a better option. The older one rubbed circles on the crying boys back, sitting quietly, knowing how rough Tommy’s passing was.

Nothing can change what Tubbo saw when he went back down to see the damage. Nothing can change the figure he saw. Nothing can change the fact that he clutched the cold body that was alive a week prior.

Nothing can change the fact that the bastard he used to call president was still walking around, knowing what he did and proud as hell.

Nothing can change the fact that Tubbo sat and cried- he hasn’t stopped crying- for the past months after the event.

Nothing has changed the nightmares when he slept. And nothing changed the fact that he was now ripped from his other half. His partner in crime. The only other person who he trusted more than anyone in the world.

Nothing changed the fact that since he left that broken down shamble, the ravine his friends called home, he has not stopped feeling a cold wave by his side.

The cold wave came when he slept, when he cried so many tears into his pillows. It was right there on his arm and back, on his cheek, bringing a sense of comfort.

The cold wave was there when he sat on the bench, remembering his friend and all the good and bad memories.

And even now, still holding his arm and on his head, every so often wiping his tears, or trying.

He sniffed. “D-Do you feel the cold too?” He asked the owner holding him.

“I do Tubbo. Maybe it’s Tommy. Ghosts and spirits tend to be a colder presence if near. So maybe he’s here to comfort you.” Dream smiled softly.

The boy trembled harder, taking his words into consideration- almost working. “I-It can’t be. N-Nothing can b-bring Tommy... bring Tommy back..”

//Hi I just wanted to write angst I’m sorry :)//

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laularlau8 · 5 years

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Gillian Anderson The X-Files star plays a sex therapist in a new Netflix comedy. Donal O’Donoghue travels to London to meet her

RTE Guide 28 December 2018

For her latest role as a sex therapist in the comedy Sex Education, Gillian Anderson tapped into her own life. Donal O’Donoghue meets her as the show comes to Netflix

We’re talking sex. And Gillian Anderson is giggling like a schoolgirl. The actress, who plays a sex therapist in her latest TV show, Sex Education, is seated beside co-star, Asa Butterfield, who plays her son in the Net ix drama. Butterfield is describing his most awkward scene which involves a fake rubber appendage. “I got o quite lightly,” he insists. “I have three ‘w**k’ scenes, two attempted, one successful. For that first scene I was inside a toilet cubicle and I was seated on a dolly.” Anderson’s eyebrows arch. “You were on a dolly for that?” she says. “I never knew how you actually did that.”

With Gillian Anderson you never know what to expect, on screen or off. Down the years I’ve met her half a dozen times, from the set of The X Files in Los Angeles in the 1990s to the set of The Fall just north of Belfast in 2013. Still in character that day, as ice-cool detective Stella Gibson, the actress was elusive and enigmatic. Months later, I met a journalist who asked ‘Could you understand what she was talking about?’ I couldn’t then and cannot still. Each time we met she looked different and acted different, as if meeting the press was also a performance of sorts, something to enact or endure or have fun with.

Today, Anderson is having a bit of fun. “It’s so cold,” are her first words, as she asks for the heat to be upped and for extra clothing. “Can somebody grab my coat? I’m such a wimp.” I doubt that. Anderson, who zipped past 50 last August but looks a decade younger, is unlikely to suffer fools easily and has proved a vocal advocate for a number of political causes down the years, including women’s rights in Afghanistan, modern slavery and People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA), for which she posed nude under the caption “I’d rather go naked than wear fur.” Her career CV is an intriguing cocktail of classical stage and varied screen work, an actor who keeps pushing herself and her craft.

On stage, she has won plaudits as Blanche DuBois in A Streetcar Named Desire and as Nora in A Doll’s House, while on the small screen she has starred in period drama like Bleak House and Great Expectations as well as thrillers like Hannibal and the Fall . Her CV ranges across the spectrum, from independent productions like A Cock and Bull Story and the Last King of Scotland to broad comedy ( Johnny English Reborn) and costume productions (the House of Mirth). If her most famous role remains FBI agent Dana Scully in the cult 1990s TV series about the paranormal, e X-Files (the 2018 reboot, the eleventh series, starts on RTÉ 2 this week), it seems that ever since, she has been working against being stuck in that box.

Yet on screen Anderson does have a type. Often cold and calculating, her characters bristle with intelligence but suggest brittleness beneath, a popular perception she plays with in Sex Education. “That was definitely one of the reasons why I wanted to take the part,” she says. “It was an opportunity to have fun and to play with the image. A lot of people don’t know, or tend to forget, that a good portion of The X-Files was comedic even though the rest was quite dark and serious. So I have experience of comedy, but usually when I’m offered comedy it’s the part of the straight man so to speak. So with Sex Education it’s fun to play with the humour.”

Anderson was born in Chicago, moved to London at the age of five but returned to the US, and Grand Rapids, Michigan, at the age of 11, a nomadic youth reflected by her hard-to-place accent. Her teen years were streaked with rebellion, a punk rocker voted by her classmates as the student “most likely to get arrested” and not without reason (on the night of her graduation she broke into her school and was charged with trespass). “My high school years very much mirrored the look and the attitude of Maeve in Sex Education, that punkish rebellious type,” she says of a similarly aggravated soul in her new TV drama. “I was maybe less entrepreneurial than her though.” Married three times, in therapy since the age of 14, she seems happy with her lot now, comfortable in her skin. “I’m sure I’m an embarrassing mum,” she says with a rich laugh. “I probably think that I’m a much cooler mum than my kids think I am. I haven’t had the talk with my two young boys yet. I do remember having the talk with my daughter but that was more of a long drive discussing all the horror things that could happen if she didn’t use protection (laughs!). I strategically had that conversation in the car so that she couldn’t escape, where I was saying things like ‘and this can happen’ and ‘then this can happen!’ and so on.”

She lives in London with her three children (Piper Maru, Oscar and Felix) and her partner, the writer Peter Morgan ( The Crown). For the role as sex therapist Jean in Sex Education, she tapped into her own life experience. “There was no research. I have seen multiple therapists over the years so I feel like I have had first- hand experience. Not sex therapists per se but therapists. For Jean, it was important for me that she was suitably neurotic and potentially hormonal for this stage in her life and that might not have been on that page. I was also having fun with a comedic character, I have not played a lot of comedic characters before so it was interesting to explore that and make the most of it. When I read the script I laughed out loud as I read every episode, which is a rare occurrence.”

So is it easy to talk with her kids about sex? “A lot of parents think that they would be able to handle the ‘birds and the bees’ conversation and be able to normalise it and make it cool in some way. But it’s hard. And when you’re face-to-face with it as opposed to it being some abstract thing that you will have to do, in that moment, it is really easy to skirt the subject or become tongue-tied. You realise then that actually it’s difficult to make this sound like it’s not a bad thing and not something that is dangerous or to be feared. It was more taboo before but despite what we are being fed in magazines and on social media etc., it’s still a difficult subject. It is very different when you are in your own house in front of your own child rather than when it is watching something on television.”

Sex Education plays with the taboo and terror of its subject as it teases out the comedy in a show that is a curious hybrid of US and British culture. Does Anderson sees any difference in attitudes between the two countries? “The Brits are historically known for being uptight and restrained and potentially repressed. So part of what is interesting about sexual humour within that realm is that it has a whole other element to it because of the juxtaposition with something that is innately relaxed and open and not repressed. Americans have a reputation for being much raunchier, although the Brits did have Benny Hill for crying out loud! And there is a bit of both worlds in Sex Education; I guess the aim is that the Americans won’t notice even if the Brits notice that the students are throwing American footballs.”

In 2017, she co-authored a book called We: A Manifesto for Women Everywhere with Jennifer Nadel (the BBC documentary maker who is a close friend). At the time, Anderson described it as a work of advice for her younger self. So is there anything in there she’d recommend to teenagers today? “Wow! It’s not any advice I’d follow myself when I was that age,” she says and laughs. “A few years ago I was asked to write a piece about what I would say to my 16-year-old self and one of the things I said was to make sure that you are following your heart and not a man or a relationship in your life. But (long pause) only to stay true to one self as much as possible and not be swayed by peer pressure to do anything you don’t feel intrinsically comfortable with doing. That’s it really.”

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