#I actually have an excuse for why this one's late too! I've been super busy this week
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Day in the Life of an Aspiring Author: Resetting My Writing Life (#01)
Resetting your life is just a process of seeing what sucks, figuring out how to change that, and making a plan for moving forward. I really do need to do this for my whole life, but I am a huge mess right now and I need to take baby steps or I'll get overwhelmed and go back to what I was doing before.
Why I'm resetting my writing life.
For now, my writing life is getting this treatment, because my ultimate goal is to make my living from some kind of combination of writing, blogging, and my youtube channel. That makes it so important for my writing life to be efficient and organized, especially because I don’t have a single thing published yet.
How to reset your writing life.
For this process I actually cannot take credit. I got these steps from the amazing Struthless on YouTube, who is one of my favorite inspirational productivity creators. You can get a worksheet of this process (his is not writing focused) for absolutely free from the description of his video introducing the process, and that can be found here.
Step 1. Brain Dump
The first step is to just literally empty every thought you have onto paper or into the computer. This was unexpectedly helpful for me, because I realized that a lot of the thoughts that were bothering me were actually things I was about to address with this reset. Some of the stuff I wrote was too personal to share widely, but here’s a procured version. All of the things here were on my list, I just omitted several that had to do with a medical condition I suffer from. Please excuse my typos…
- I don't want to do this emptying your head exercise.
- but it's part of the steps and it will literally bother me so bad if i skip a step so lets do it.
- its annoying that my desk is messy
- I miss my husband even though he's right in the other room napping.
- I'm not hungry but i feel like eating anyway
- I feel guilty about not practicing [religion] lately. I've just been so busy and in so much pain
- I also feel guilty that I haven't been exercising lately.
- I'm seeing a trend with these thoughts.
- I feel guilty about not working on reaching my goals.
- good thing I'm doing a life reset today, that will make me feel better about all this.
Step 2. Identify your goals from 6 months ago.
Looking at my journal from the beginning of the year, I have a very long list of extremely vague “goals” which are really just offhand wishes, and the only one that had to do with writing was “Write more.”
Thanks, past me. Super helpful of you.
Step 3. Compare that to how the last 6 months actually went.
All in all, I don’t think I wrote more in the last 6 months than I did in the 6 before that. I don’t have the data to back that up, which just means this step will ultimately be more helpful 6 months from now than it is now.
Thankfully, I have learned how not to set goals. That will help me later.
Step 4. Assess why you missed some goals and hit others.
Again, sarcastically thanking my past self, because I think I missed my one goal, but I’m not totally sure. I suppose the fact that I’m not happy with how much I wrote tells me that I missed it.
The reason I missed this one is that the goal-setting system of randomly claiming that I want something and then making no effort to pursue it isn't the greatest method…
Okay, I swear I’m going to stop bullying myself now.
Step 5. Identify your ideal second half of the year, and why you want it.
Easy enough. I made goals related to my blog and to YouTube as well, but I’ll just share with you my two goals most related to writing.
- Focus better when writing, because it will help me get my novel written faster.
- Publish my book, because then I’m one step closer to living off my writing.
Step 6. Turn the results above into actionable goals, and rank them by importance.
“Focus better” has the same issues my “Write more” goal from 6 months ago had, so we’ll turn that into, “Make an acceptable amount of measurable progress during each hour that I work.” Which might seem extreme, but if you knew me you wouldn’t be surprised. I always either put in no effort or too much effort into everything I do.
The other goal becomes, “Publish my book on my own website by the end of the year.” I don’t trust anyone else with my book, not an online e-book seller and certainly not a traditional publisher. I have a deep (maybe irrational… maybe not) distrust and dislike of large companies. Many people will not agree with me on this, and I'm fine with that.
Step 7. Who would you need to be to complete these goals?
To complete my goals, I would have to be a prolific author, a hard worker, responsible, dependable, an effective time manager, someone who loves their job. I would like to believe I already am these things, I just haven’t proven it yet.
Step 8. Create a system where you can realistically hit your goals over the next 6 months.
Okay, first, the publishing goal, because this is easy.
1. write the outline
2. write the first draft
3. edit in passes
4. create the cover
5. buy a domain and website
6. list my book for sale on my website
7. execute a marketing plan
Elementary. So, not everyone is going to be alright with how strict my system is for this next one. It’s just that I need a lot of rules for things to work for me.
1. Create a daily log called “Who I am”, where each day’s entries will be filled with proof that I am all the things I said I would need to be to reach my goals.
2. Starting a writing day, add this hour's entry to the "who i am log".
2. create a task for work above the entry.
3. set a 15m timer and attempt to complete the task by the time it goes off.
4. add a bullet to that hour's entry stating what progress was made.
5. repeat until the hour is over.
6. start over, and do this process for each hour intended to be a work hour.
Step 9. How will you continue when things get tough?
Now, for this next part, I will share my process with you for how I am going to guarantee I consistently make progress. But you have to promise not to laugh at how completely extra I have made it. I swear I am not kidding, I am actually gonna do this. I am just completely 100% serious about not being an inconsistent lazy asshole anymore. So here it is…
[first month]
1. set up your environment to make your systems ridiculously easy. it would be silly to not do it now.
2. It's human to make mistakes. when you realize you made a boo-boo, immediately do something to rectify it, even something small.
3. For every significant day of progress on a goal, place a sticker on the reward chart. That feels so good, doesn't it? for every major goal reached, have a fucking party! literally. you deserve it.
4. create a list of goals, overarching goals with their systems attached, each month. include a reminder that mistakes are human, but to also immediately rectify them when you notice them. laminate that bitch, put it across from the toilet, and iterate it every time you sit on the toilet to [redacted]. iterate by thinking, saying, and writing it (keep a little notebook and pencil on the bathroom shelf). place reminders to iterate in other places, like the bathroom mirror, computer desk, fridge, a wristband, written on your hand, and desktop of computer. not every place at once, but put it in one place, then move it when you start to notice yourself ignoring it.
[subsequent months]
1. make sure your environment is set up to make your systems ridiculously easy to follow.
2. give yourself a sticker for every day of significant progress, and throw a party for every major goal reached.
3. At the beginning of each month, create a new iteration, editing it if needed, and include the reminder about mistakes every time. move the physical reminder around as needed to keep it fresh. ensure the little notebook and pencil are still on the bathroom shelf for written iteration.
4. iterate regularly!
Step 10. Why do you deserve this?
I wrote some pretty personal stuff for this section, so suffice it to say that I believe that you (yes, you!) deserve to improve your life and reach your goals, and that I do too.
Step 11. Take Action Now.
When I got to this part, I worked on my novel’s outline for a while. Action successfully taken!
What’s next?
I worked on this wonderful journaling exercise all day, so now I’m going to take a very healthy Brain Break. I’m going to shoot fireworks with my family because it’s my 1 year old’s first cognizant 4th of July, and I’m going to watch Independence Day with my husband after the baby goes to bed. But tomorrow…
Tomorrow I am popping OFF with my writing. I’ve been screwing around in the story planning stages of this novel for a month, but at the end of the day tomorrow, I will hold a glorious completed novel outline in my own two hands, and it will be amazing.
Thank you for reading my blog. If you liked this post, please consider buying me a coffee. Every cent I make from my writing is a blessing to me and my family that I’m incredibly grateful for.
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Svar Watches BBC Robin Hood for the First Time - Season 1
So I recently decided to finally get around to seeing a show I've been meaning to watch for like nearly 10 years. I am so far past missing the boat on this one, but since I've been doing a bit of a "catching up on shows from the 2000's I didn't really get to see at the time" run lately, I thought I'd record my thoughts for y'all's amusement.
So here we go, Season 1 thoughts:
Every single one of these Merry Men, including Robin, suffers from Just Some Guy disease, fucking RIP
Except Djaq. Djaq is cool.
We can all agree that Much is clearly a little gay for Robin, right?
Guy of Gisborne is such an asshole, but unfortunately Richard Armitage is too good at his job, so Guy is also hot.
The Sheriff is cartoonishly evil and I hate him, but I'm kind of loving how just like a lot his personality is. Like this bitch belongs in a cracktastic Crusader Kings playthrough, holy shit.
Damn, Marian really is the only fully competent motherfucker in the whole place, huh?
Make that two competent motherfuckers, adding Djaq.
Man, this writing is super shabby in places, but when they hit, they fucking hit.
This show really bills itself as a fun adventure show but boy does it have shit to say at times, shit that was kinda ballsy of them to be saying in 2006. Like positively portraying Muslim characters and condemning pointless wars in the Middle East (the messaging on this gets muddled in a few places, but the fact that it's in there at all is impressive). Like you expect to see class struggle and sexism talked about in Robin Hood, but I wasn't expecting them to do so much with the "oh yeah, we just got back from Palestine and we have PTSD and maybe the Crusade is really bad actually". Bravo.
Ah, but this is a BBC show, so we can't have anti-monarchism. King Richard is totally awesome and is definitely going to make everything better when he gets back. Like I know that's baked into the Robin Hood tales, but they could lean into it less in places, I feel.
I think part of what makes Guy so captivating is that he's complicated and clearly suffers from a lot of inner conflict. I love knowing why villains are Like That, and we get so much about him from seeing his initial reactions to things vs. his behaviour after the Sheriff talks to him. Even just watching Richard Armitage's facial expressions is so rewarding. He gives us so much information about Guy just with his body language. Fucking brilliant.
Holy shit the more of this I watch, the more I'm like oh yeah Guy is an abuse victim and the Sheriff is his abuser. Like obviously that's not an excuse for any of the multitudes of evil things he does, but damn that boy is caught in a cycle. It has all the classic abuse features. Having his impressionable nature/eagerness to please taken advantage of. Being constantly inflicted with physical and emotional violence. Being manipulated into making choices against his judgement and editing himself to better fit what his abuser wants him to be. Being isolated from positive influences and being told to reject other sources of validation and support. Having his toxic masculinity heavily reinforced. Being consistently ignored and undervalued. The list goes on.
Anyway, I think I have a new blorbo now. I don't have many evil blorbos these days, but he's earned his place. I hope he gets good character development. Or at least gets to stab the Sheriff.
Much annoyed me a bit in the beginning, but he's starting to grow on me after he stood up to Robin and went through that business of the noble title.
God, I just want to shake Guy by the shoulders like you have everything you need to be more interesting to Marian than Robin, but you're fucking blowing it so hard, my dude. Ah, but alas, it must be this way.
I want to shake Robin by the shoulders like you would have this in the bag dude if you would just actually listen to Marian and support her instead of telling her what you think she should do all the time. Goddamn he and Guy ultimately have the same fucking problem.
#TeamFuckAllYallLetMarianRunEverythingActually
BRUH IF I HAD A DOLLAR FOR EVERY TIME GUY WANTED TO MAKE A GOOD DECISION FOR ONCE IN HIS LIFE AND THEN FUCKING SWERVED AT THE LAST SECOND BECAUSE OF SOME SHIT THE SHERIFF SAID I'D BE RICH BY NOW SWEET JESUS.
I can't believe they ended this season on the most Good Job, Lads moment oh my god it's so cheesy but so on brand.
To see my Season 2 thoughts, go here.
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Me again! Loved the last nebula and gamora story and I’m here for another lol
How about this prompt: “Be still. It’s going to sting, so be ready.”
Thanks for all your amazing content!!
A/N: Thank you so, so much for this amazing request! I'm super glad to hear that you enjoyed the last Nebula and Gamora fic!
I'm sorry this took so long for me to write! I've been terribly busy and unmotivated lately, but I did my best to conjure enough gumption to throw this one out there for you 😂💖 I will always love these two, and they are very special to me 💗
I hope you enjoy this one! Thank you for your amazing suggestion 🥰
Word Count: 2.2k+
TW: References to torture
“Why is it that every single time you come here you have to charge in and threaten one of the others?”
“It makes things a little more interesting,” Nebula declared resolutely, a certain note of smugness in her tone as she stood rigidly nearby and waited for Gamora to get out the supplies.
Gamora did not grace that with a response, simply sighing in reply as she continued gathering supplies to tend to Nebula’s injuries.
In her typical fashion, Nebula dropped in unexpectedly on the Guardian’s ship. After they had gotten over Nebula threatening Rocket within an inch of his life, Gamora had been able to slow down and actually realize that Nebula had come to her with injuries.
She had said that her primary reasoning for returning was to reclaim her spare parts for mods and upgrades, but Gamora had seen the way that she was favoring one side and seemed somehow even less comfortable than she usually was. Unfortunately, unlike her bones, flesh wounds were not so easily snapped back into place and brought back to functionality as her bones were.
She had not told Gamora that she wanted her to tend to the wounds, but Gamora was able to infer it easily enough simply from the fact that Nebula came with the scratches, scrapes, and thin gashes unbandaged.
Nebula was not one to leave such things uncovered for all to see, despite how tough and uncaring about anything that she liked to try to present herself. The mere fact that they were exposed screamed to Gamora that she wanted an excuse to come to Gamora and that she wanted Gamora to take care of them.
“Where’s the candy?” Nebula suddenly questioned, her voice as unbothered as she could manage, and Gamora easily understood that Nebula was secretly wanting more after the bit that she had before.
“You mean after you ate it all on one of your last visits? Groot was so upset that he started hiding it,” Gamora answered her, barely flashing a glance in her direction.
Nebula huffed simply, not a single bit of humor in her face despite the fact that Gamora could sense her amusement.
“Guess some have to learn the hard way about hiding things that are important to you,” Nebula stated, and Gamora felt the prickling of guilt barbing at her from her younger sister’s words.
“And some will never have to learn that lesson if it’s in my power to stop it,” Gamora retorted. Nebula did not say anything, but Gamora could feel the words brewing within Nebula as she held back the statement that Gamora could almost hear right now.
Gamora came over to Nebula, placing the supplies on the counter not too far from her as she looked at the other woman. Nebula remained still, stiffening slightly as she looked at Gamora carefully.
Gamora pointed to the stool next to them, her eyes locked calmly on Nebula’s own dark ones.
“Sit,” Gamora commanded, and Nebula hesitated stubbornly before finally complying.
Gamora resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the subtle attempt at defiance. Nebula was always trying to somehow convey that Gamora was not and would never be the boss of her.
Gamora doused a cotton ball in alcohol as she glanced at Nebula’s injuries, mentally evaluating how bad that she perceived them to be. They did not seem too terribly deep fortunately, and she found a bit of relief flooding her system despite the slight tenseness within her at the unfamiliarity of the situation.
Gamora stepped closer to her, holding out her hand as she met eyes with the younger of the two.
“Be still. It’s going to sting, so be ready,” Gamora warned.
“You know as well as I that I’m no stranger to pain,” Nebula simply replied, her voice quiet. Gamora offered a soft sigh through her nose, turning her attentions back to the task at hand as she allowed the cotton ball soaked in alcohol to touch a wound on the area joining her neck and shoulder.
Nebula remained completely still, and if it had not have been for the slightest sharpness in her exhale, Gamora would have thought that the injury was on an area where Nebula’s pain receptors had been neutralized.
With the confirmation that it was indeed not on a numb spot, Gamora worked quickly and as gently as she could. Of course, she was also working fast largely because she was not entirely at ease with the current situation. She did her best to control her every movement and make sure that she was not crossing some sort of an unspoken line, and she tried diligently to remain as calm as possible despite the fact that uncertainty was rushing through her.
“Your heartrate is accelerated,” Nebula acknowledged in a low mutter.
Gamora took in a soft breath, attempting to keep her heartrate at a normal pace. She did not want Nebula to know how uncertain she was about all of this mostly because she was worried that Nebula would never let her tend to her wounds again if the younger woman sensed her trepidation.
“I am trying to focus,” Gamora told her quietly, her eyes shifting momentarily to meet Nebula’s. Nebula did not say anything, looking straight ahead as she clenched her jaw.
Gamora straightened after she finished the exposed injuries on Nebula’s shoulder and neck where her shirt exposed her skin.
“Anywhere else?” Gamora asked.
Nebula was silent, and Gamora instantly knew that there was another spot. Gamora had suspected that there had been another because of the way that Nebula had been leaned to one side just barely when she came in.
However, with that being said, Gamora did not say anything, allowing Nebula to move at her own pace.
Slowly, her sister lifted her shirt to expose the deeper gash on her side that had been shoddily stitched in a hurry.
Gamora inhaled somewhat sharply, and Nebula’s eyes glinted as they shifted in Gamora’s direction. Gamora clenched her jaw and remained quiet as she stepped just a bit closer, starting to reach out for Nebula’s shirt. She moved slowly, not saying anything as she glanced at Nebula in a silent request. Nebula did not say anything, simply staring at the hand that was getting closer to her.
Gamora took a chance, and she gently examined the stitches as she studied it. It was not quite as terribly stitched as she had originally thought, but it still needed a few more to pull the wound more closely together and it definitely needed a bandage.
So Gamora proceeded to fully tend to the place on her side. And only after she had finished, did she actually say something to Nebula and address her negligence.
“Why didn’t you take care of this?” Gamora asked, her eyes sharply watching Nebula as she awaited her response. Nebula barely glanced in her direction, examining Gamora’s handiwork.
“I stitched it,” Nebula smoothly answered.
“Not well,” Gamora challenged, and Nebula’s lip curled up just a little as she looked at Gamora for just a moment longer than she had before.
“I didn’t have time. I fought some of Father’s army earlier and this was the first place I stopped,” Nebula stated, her voice as detached as ever as she pulled her shirt back down and over the now-bandaged area. She stood up, straightening, and Gamora shook her head.
“Why didn’t you take care of it before? You were on your ship, and getting your spare parts back was not that urgent,” Gamora persisted, and Nebula just scoffed.
Gamora could sense the irritated defensiveness in her younger sister, but she had already sunk herself into this one, so she was not about to back down. She understood Nebula wanting Gamora herself to tend to the wounds, but she did not understand Nebula’s negligence to a wound that could have been infected if not properly tended to. It was insane to be this reckless, and Nebula had been taught better.
“The parts are urgent. I told you a long time ago to bring me back my things that the fox stole— which no one ever brought back— so I am overdue for repairs thanks to you,” Nebula barbed, straightening to her full height as she looked down slightly at Gamora.
Looking up at her, Gamora resisted the urge to take the bait. Nebula could be terribly frustrating at times, but she did her best to keep patience. Gamora gritted her teeth and replied.
“Please, that’s no excuse. You wanted to come. And you would do so at the expense of yourself even though it was a stupid move,” Gamora informed her plainly. Gamora instantly saw Nebula’s eyes flash with anger. Gamora steeled herself, readying for a confrontation of some sort.
However, to her shock, Nebula suddenly clenched her jaw and looked the other way. Gamora just watched her carefully, not entirely sure whether she should let her guard down or not. Nebula was known to be explosive at best, so Gamora always remained ready when they were in these sorts of tense moments.
“I came,” Nebula stated simply, not elaborating, but the emotion behind the two simple words themselves told Gamora everything she needed to know.
Gamora swallowed, mustering her strength as she hesitantly reached out to place her hand softly on Nebula’s shoulder. Nebula instantly flinched, turning her head to look at the hand resting against her.
To Gamora’s surprise, she did not move away.
Gamora took in a soft breath.
“I’m glad you decided to come,” Gamora stated, her eyes searching for Nebula’s and hoping to meet them, and the unspoken words between them were practically screamed.
I’m glad you decided to come to me.
Nebula did not say a word, but Gamora felt her loosen a bit underneath her hand. Gamora softly squeezed Nebula’s shoulder, her thumb gently rubbing circles as she stood next to her younger sister. Nebula still was not looking at her, and Gamora felt a sudden protectiveness wash over her as she looked at her younger sister standing there in front of her.
Despite the fact that she was taller than Gamora, she somehow seemed small in that moment. She was the little sister despite her actual size and skill, and there was a childlike quality to her as she stood before Gamora and allowed the affection that Gamora was offering.
Gamora swallowed, feeling the urge to hug her but holding back for the moment as she gazed at her.
“Just… promise you will be more careful from now on. I care about what happens to you,” Gamora carefully phrased her words.
She wanted to tell Nebula she was worried about her without actually using those words. In this sort of moment, it was hard to tell how Nebula would react to things, and she did not want to use words that could indicate that she thought Nebula could not handle herself. That would simply set her off, and Gamora wanted to keep from angering her since she was being so uncharacteristically controlled about all of this.
Nebula finally looked at her, those inky black eyes staring into Gamora’s own. Gamora held her gaze patiently, remaining quiet as she stared into it. She could not help but think of the first time she had looked into those eyes.
It was a time long ago. Thanos had decided that since Nebula could never see Gamora’s moves coming, she needed improved eyesight, which was how she earned the blackened gaze she had now. It was nightmarish when it happened, but it had slowly become a part of Nebula, and yet another part that Gamora did her best not to consider too deeply for the sake of her own sanity.
Nebula blinked, exhaling as some muscle in her jaw tightened with the clenching of her teeth. She raised her head just a little, looking down at Gamora as she straightened just a little.
“I make no promises. But… I will do my best,” Nebula told her, the words barely a breath as she answered the older sister. Gamora looked at her for a moment longer before nodding. She hesitantly brought her other hand up to touch Nebula’s other shoulder, and Nebula remained stock still.
Gamora offered her one brief glance before moving in carefully and hugging her, bringing her down just a little to more closely match her level. Nebula was stiff, but she was not as terribly stiff as she had been when Gamora had first hugged her a while back. Nebula scarcely breathed, and Gamora felt a relief overcoming her as Nebula’s hands tentatively made their way to her back to touch her softly. There was less hesitation this time and Nebula seemed to be slightly more prepared to handle it now.
Gamora let her head rest against Nebula’s shoulder, standing there and aiming on holding her for as long as Nebula would let her. She was careful not to hug her too tightly because she did not want to hurt the injury on Nebula’s side.
However, if it was hurting Nebula, she did not seem to show any signs of it. In fact, she just leaned slightly harder into Gamora.
She would always be her sister, and Gamora would always be there to patch her up.
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Dusting off my quill.
I have a great White Whale of an essay that I really want to write.
My life has just not been very conducive to crafting any long super researched material lately.
My diabetic gastroparesis really screwed up my health for many months. I didn't even know what it was for most of the time. Thought I had a bad ulcer. And while I am managing it with some medication and a very strict diet, it still flares up and makes me sick from time to time.
Combine that with all of the health problems with my parents and trying to figure out how to adapt to a new way of life for our family unit... and writing just went on the backest of burners.
But I have been wanting to write about Elon Musk through all of this. He just keeps pissing me off and I am anxious to write the ultimate takedown of this toxic human being. I want to write an accurate analysis of why he is so awful and what his true motivations are. In essence, he is one of the world's most successful grifters. I want to dissect all of his major grifts and expose exactly why they are huge scams. And I want to explain why he grifts so much even though he probably doesn't have to.
He has a foundation of two legit business ventures. Tesla and SpaceX. If he ran them like a competent CEO, they could actually be the game changing companies he tries to convince people they are now. But even within those two operations, despite having solid products with great profit potential, he injects them with epic amounts of bullshit, mismanagement, and constant broken promises.
He has two things that work and work really well and he's almost brought SpaceX to bankruptcy on several occasions because he can't stop bullshitting and being, well, himself. And if he would have had actual competition in the EV market years back, he probably would have run Tesla into the ground too. People love how Teslas go fast, have incredible range, and are one of the safer options... but the fit and finish of the cars has always been shite. People have excused this because no one else had anything close to offer. But this very year that is starting to change and I'm curious if Tesla is up to having actual competition. And if Elon will screw it up.
Despite epic mismanagement and constant lying, bullshitting, scamming, grifting, overpromising... people still give him lots and lots of money. It is just about the most ridiculous example of toxic capitalism in the modern world.
There are also a lot of things critics of Elon get wrong. I've talked about this several times now. There are areas in which he is an expert. He is not just another billionaire who pays people to make him look smart. He is fairly competent when it comes to the engineering of electric drivetrains. He has a deep understanding of lithium batteries. And he is a bonafide rocket scientist/engineer. Even possibly one of the foremost experts on current rocket technology in the world. (Again, I tried to debunk that fact and was unable to.)
Which makes Elon all the more confounding as a person. How does someone who is capable of such intelligence also consistently display some of the most epic moments of ignorance? I think that is the part of the essay that I will struggle with the most. I have several theories as to how this intelligence/ignorance dichotomy happens in his brain, but I'm not really sure I have completely cracked that nut.
In any case, now that my dad is back home and we are falling into a routine and I feel like I have a lot less chaos in my life, I am considering trying to start my Elon essay. But I have no idea how long it may take me or if I will be able to finish it. I haven't tried to write an essay of this magnitude since before I got sick. Right now I am just trying to collect research. Facts are always a good place to start.
So... I guess wish me luck. I really miss writing things of this nature. When I don't write I feel like I have this giant creative hole in my soul. I need to be creative to keep my sanity. And writing is my best chance of filling that void.
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Dream A Little Dream of Me Pt. 2: Norman x Reader
-part 2 requested by anon
-kinda spicy??? because yeah but u can always skip that if u don’t like that stuff
-CHARACTERS AGED UP (so don’t call fbi on me lmaoooo)
MANGA SPOILERS/BRIEF MATURE CONTENT (at end)
WARNINGS: spicy/18+ (near the end, so you can SKIP if you’d like), arguing, death mentions, MANGA SPOILERS, etc.
Summary: It’s time to talk to Norman with Emma and Ray. Only issue is, he's not there yet, and his 'squad' is occupying his office.
PART 1
Time waited for no one. Its hands constantly ticked back and forth, once, twice, until you couldn’t recall how long you’d been staring at the clock.
The first thing you did this morning was shoot out of bed and gulp down your breakfast. There wasn’t time to idly chat or greet every single one of your family members. You had a job to do, and that was to convince Norman that this 'Seven Walls’ plan was better.
The office door stood before you like a timed bomb. It towered over you, made you feel small and helpless. What if you were too late? What if there was nothing you could do?
An uneasy smile twitched on your lips. You had to stay solid for Ray and Emma. They relied on you, and you couldn’t let them down. “Ready?”
Their eyes were bright with resolve you didn’t seem to have.
“Yes.”
“’Course!”
Why were you so nervous? Just look at them, they were so confident that Norman would listen. But of course your Norman would listen, right? He wasn’t the type to brush you off or act all high and mighty. He was sweet, considerate, and wonderful.
You sucked in a sharp breath to steel yourself. “Nor--?”
Three heads turned to stare as you opened the door. One was a woman with curly hair, another a tall guy in a suit, and the last one, a guy in a military vest.
Norman wasn’t at his desk.
The three strangers sat sprawled throughout the room. Two on either couches, and one in the back. Crumbs lay on the coffee table where stray pieces of wrapping fluttered about. A tea cup sat a little ways away from the wrappings, still steaming and piping hot. They had to have been here for quite some time. The lady raised a brow and glanced at the tall guy behind her. “Who are they?”
You and Ray kept straight faces.
“Nice to meet you,” he said. “I’m Ray.” Emma tried for a wobbly smile. “I’m Emma and this is (Y/n). We come from shelter b-zero-six-three!” You glanced at your companions, then back at the three adults in your path. The lady turned to the guy behind her again and asked another question, but you weren’t listening.
What were they doing here? Most importantly, were they dangerous? Sure, Norman trusted them (they were in his office after all), but was that enough reason for you too? He was revered as a god here, you reminded yourself. It wouldn’t be out of the park if he acted differently around these people.
“Where is...the ‘Boss’ at the moment?” you respectfully inquired. The guy in the vest adjusted his position on the couch. He swung his feet off the coffee table dramatically and said, “The Boss is out of the office right now. He’s on urgent business.”
You frowned. That didn’t sound good. “We’ll come back then. Talk can wait.” you decided. “Let’s--”
The vest guy stood up and the lady followed. Your chest tightened as he slowly turned to meet your eye. “No, wait a second.” He placed a hand on Ray’s shoulder and the lady set a hand on either side of you and Emma. They smiled, but it wasn’t a nice smile. “Why don’t you stay for tea?” the lady inquired. They steered you over to the couch and plopped you all together one after the other.
You didn’t like where this was going. Urgent business? What could be so urgent that Norman would decide to leave so early in the morning? You folded your arms over your chest in thought.
It's been taking me a little longer than expected to set it in motion.
Norman mentioned a bit about his plan last night, but not in full detail. You recalled the brief mentions of a poison, as well as the obvious portion of genocide and degeneration of demons. But what else did he say?
I've decided to officially start tomorrow.
Your frown tightened and your fist clenched. Of course he would go out of his way to start the plan as soon as possible. He didn’t need distractions, much less people against his will. You remembered the smile he forced onto his lips. It was wry, and hollow, and fake, and everything that he wasn’t.
Fortunately, I've always been pretty good at getting what I want.
You wanted to be angry--no, livid--yet the aching in your heart said otherwise. Norman did everything in good faith. All he wanted was to save everyone without spilling a single drop of blood. But did he realise the guilt he’d have to carry once his plan was complete? Did he realise how much blood would stain his hands?
You heaved in a subtle breath to compose yourself. “So,” you began. “What did you wish to speak about?” Vest didn’t seem to welcome your presence. He planted an arm on the coffee table and leaned across with that stare that could burn straight through you.
The lady, on the other hand, sat at the edge of the couch with that giant piece of meat in her hand. You wondered if that was actually some regular type of meat. It was far too large to be a pig, much less a wild animal.
Was it just you, or were these guys kind of creepy?
“I’m Cislo,” Vest firmly announced. “That’s Barbara. That Egghead over there is Vincent.” The tall guy, or Vincent, poured three cups of tea. He silently made his way over and set them on the table. You politely nodded his way and picked up the cup, taking a good, long sip.
Until you were sure these people could be trusted, you decided it best to stay quiet.
Cislo leaned farther over the table. You instinctively took another sip of tea. “Emma, Ray, and (Y/n), right? From Grace Field?” Ray was about to answer, but Cislo interrupted. “We’re escapees too y’know!” He hastily jumped up and planted a firm foot on the coffee table. “And for the record, our escape was way better. We kicked that farm’s ass!”
You slowly nodded with false amusement. “Is that so?” Vincent adjusted his glasses almost apologetically. He was the calmest out of all his companions, as well as the most polite. “Right.” He sounded distasteful. “You guys feel the need to childishly compete all the time... Please, accept my humblest apologies.”
Ray rolled his eyes. “Nah, you guys are amazing. Absolutely incredible. Show-stopping. It’s not like we could have done better, bra-vo.” You snickered behind your teacup and fist-bumped under the coffee table. He was trying to make you smile because he knew you were tense. And it worked.
You took another sip of tea and glanced over the rim. From the corner of your eye, you spotted a mark peeking out at the top of Barbara’s tank top. Norman had the same one right on his chest. These three weren’t normal people, weren’t they?
“Excuse me,” Emma said with a bright smile, “thank you so much for yesterday!” Oh right, you thought. Vincent was the the guy who treated Cristy and Dominics. “Yes,” you added. “Thank you, Vincent.” He returned Emma’s smile in a calmer manner and nodded. “The boss let me know about that. I wish the best for them.”
Emma’s smile brightened like the sun. “Thanks!”
The back of your neck tingled uncomfortably. Barbara’s stare was creepy, and it didn’t help that Cislo had joined in. Ray and Emma inched closer to your sides.
“That’s well and all,” Barbara started, “but we’d like to know!” Cislo eagerly nodded. He leaned farther across the table and you inched backward into the couch. “Yeah, how about you tell us? What you wanted to talk about with that guy...”
You raised a brow. “’That guy’?”
The air thinned out as quick as one could say ‘Quidditch’. A bashful grin broke out on Barbara’s lips and her face went red as a cherry. “The boss of course!” she cried. “Minerva James!” She said ‘Minerva James’ like he was a god. Cislo mimicked Barbara’s bashful expression. “What did you want to talk about with...Nor--‘Norman’, is what you guys called him?”
You didn’t have the strength to be question them.
“Even if you try to hide it, you idiots love the boss.” said Vincent. Barbara rolled her eyes. “Shut up! You love everything he does too!” Vincent turned to you, Ray and Emma. “Because you’re long time friends of the boss, they can’t stop themselves from being nervous.”
Ah, so these three were Norman’s fan club. You scoffed to yourself.
Cislo rounded on Barbara and Vincent with a newfound energy (seriously, where did that come from?). “I mean, aren’t you curious?” he inquired, clenching a fist in the air all dramatically. “When we came back from morning patrol, they were all making a fuss upstairs. Yesterday, the boss was a totally different person!” He clasped the sides of his head with a shout. “I thought, ‘what’s up with that’! I got super curious, and turns out, you guys are super good friends!”
Cislo stamped a foot down on the coffee table again. “What kinda guy is this ‘Norman’?” Barbara mimicked his elated expression. “Yeah, tell us!”
You glanced at Emma and she smiled as amiably as always. “Well, he hasn’t changed that much since back then.” She elbowed you. “Tell them!” You knitted your brows in confusion. “Tell them what?” She giggled and Ray playfully smirked. “That you’re his girlfriend.”
“GIRLFRIEND?!” Cislo and Barbara screeched.
You sent Ray a subtle glare, to which he smugly shrugged off. It was clear that he purposely said that to get a kick out of Barbara and Cislo. What a total--
“So you’re his girlfriend?” Vincent questioned, casually pushing his glasses up. “I didn’t think the boss would be ‘that type’.” You raised a brow. “What do you mean by that?” Vincent smiled and it was almost playful.
“Well?” Barbara expectantly inquired, resting her chin in her palms. “What’s he like? As a boyfriend I mean?”
You thought for a moment. Norman was kind, sweet, and gentle. He knew how to cheer you up when you were down, and he was a great cook. Sometimes, he thought too much about the little things, or became secretive and changed the subject. Sure it could be troublesome to bother with that, but it was just who he was.
And you loved him for him.
“Norman is so soft and kind,” you began, “he’s smart too and smiles so sweetly. I’ve never met anyone else like him in my life.” A fond sigh left your lips that hung in the air. Just by looking at you, everyone could tell how unconditionally your love was. You were more than just his girlfriend, you were two halves of a whole.
“He smiles sweetly?” Barbara echoed. Cislo blinked in disbelief. “‘Soft’?” They glanced at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter. You knitted your brows together questioningly. “Is he that different?”
“Stiff.” said Barbara.
“Cold.” answered Vincent.
“An emperor.” added Cislo.
That wasn’t a surprise to you, but for your siblings, it was earth-shattering. Ray spat out his tea and Emma let out a ‘WHAAAAAT’ that could have reached the heavens. Then Ray chuckled, and that turned into a stifled snicker.
“So he’s stiff and cold?” you muttered, placing a hand to your chin in thought. Barbara nodded. “Yeah, kind of like how you were before we started talking about the Boss.”
You almost chocked. Was it plausible that Norman took after your rock-solid façade while running this revolution? Logically speaking, it was normal, smart even, to make yourself known as an unshakable being. That was why you walked into this room full of strangers as quietly as you could. It gave you time to observe and figure out the little details in untested waters.
And because you stayed headstrong and cool, others followed your example.
Sometime in the conversation, Ray shared embarrassing stories about Norman with the occasional pitch from you or Emma. Seeing Ray and Emma smile over the old memories made you relax just a bit. It was refreshing to think about something other than fifty ways to save the world. The trivial, the peace, the mundane. Yes, you missed that.
A smile etched itself onto Barbara’s lips. “So even a long time ago, the boss was cool.” she noted. “Thanks, it was nice to hear so much about him.” You almost smiled at her. She and Cislo were nice to be around when they weren’t all up in your personal space.
“He’s a good man.” Vincent stated. “He cares for his companions.” A grin broke out onto Cislo’s lips. “Not with a sweet smile or softly though. For the sake of all of us, he works without sparing any time to sleep. He saved us and made use of this ‘power’ we all have.”
You carefully watched the way he and his companions shifted. As Cislo explained his time in Lambda, silence fell upon everyone’s shoulders. Lambda was far worse than any hell. Mass production was commonly practiced, and it worked to the benefit of the demons and doctors who worked there. Experimentation day by day. New medicine. New pills and syringes.
The very thought of that place made your skin crawl.
“He was a twleve-year-old brat,” Cislo stated. “But it was like I saw a god.”
There was that word again.
“The boss constructed a plan,” he added. “And the four of us, including Zazie, executed it. Until now, all five of us have been destroying and freeing the farms. It’s like I told you! We’re amazing.” His eyes carried a dark glint you didn’t like. “You don’t have to worry.”
Oh, but you did worry. Not just for Norman, but the world he wanted to make reality. That look Cislo shared with his companions didn’t help. It was bloodthirsty. It was dark and filled with a deep hatred that sent shivers down your spine. They wanted this revolution, this chance for revenge, and they wanted it now.
“With the boss’s perfect plan and our power, victory will definitely be ours.” Cislo stared off into a horizon you didn’t care to see. “I can’t wait to kill every last one of them.” He broadly grinned. “Every time I kill a demon, I get this real nice feeling in my chest.” Barbara stared at the bare bone in her hand. “Me too. Whenever I eat meat from demons we kicked, this nauseous feeling just goes away.”
You stared at the bone with wide eyes. That wasn’t a ridiculously large leg without a reason. Demon meat. It was demon meat.
Ray followed your gaze uneasily. “Uh...then that meat you just had was demon meat?”
“You must be surprised!” she exclaimed. “I wonder if it was an employee from that mass-production farm we slammed the other day. It makes me sick, us being cattle to them. Even now, I still can’t forget.” She gripped the bone so tighty that her knuckles turned white. “Their eyes...that pain...that agony every. Single. Day.”
She stood straight and bared her teeth. “Everyone here has the same enemy, but just killing them isn’t enough for me. I’ll slaughter them all and the Ratri clan!”
Emma pursed her lips together with wide eyes. Everyone in the room could see the blatant fear etched in her bright eyes. She worried, not just about the chaotic way Barbara pranced around with the bone, but for what was yet to come. If everyone else in the hideout were like Barbara, then would any of you stand a chance with fixing Norman’s estranged plan?
The woman’s gaze sharply flickered from yours to Emma’s. “What’s with that face?” she demanded. “Are you sympathising with the demons Emma? Aren’t you happy?”
Barbara leapt on the table. Her heel dug into the wood with an inhuman amount of strength. “I find it hard to believe that you wouldn’t want to kill the demons. You’re cattle. They don’t care about you!”
She ripped her gaze from Emma’s and met your own. You kept a straight face and stared right back with stone-cold eyes. “Oh, and that ‘talk’ you wanted with the boss.... I bet you were going to spew something like ‘change the plan’, weren’t you? How dare you betray us like that? If you think you’ll change his mind just because you’re his--!”
“Barbara!” called Cislo. “Stop it, you’re breaking the table.”
“--I don’t care who you are. Demons should be exterminated! Every single one of them until we’re the only ones left!”
“Barbara!” Cislo’s eyes were cold and dark. “Stop it.” His goal wasn’t to save anyone from unnecessary conflict, only to protect the poor table under Barbara’s boot. You eyed the table uneasily. Chestnut wood splintered and peeled against itself, burying the thick demon bone in broken chips. When Barbara begrudgingly stepped off the table, a clear dent sat where her boot had been. The poor table was helpless.
Just like you.
Would convincing Norman be enough? If his followers didn’t see eye to eye with your ideals, then a new plan risked ripping the whole resistance apart.
You steadily rose from the couch and smoothed down your skirt. “Thank you for the tea and the pleasant conversation.” Your voice was silky smooth. “I think it’s time we got off your backs.” You turned to leave.
“If you’re still thinking about changing the Boss’s plan, then I believe it’s time to reconsider.” Vincent announced. “You can’t stop it, it’s too late for that.”
You paused in your step and glanced over your shoulder. For a moment, you were unrecognizable. You weren’t (Y/n) anymore, or that Grace Field kid from bunker B-zero-six-three. You were another player, another great mind in this sick game of chess.
“Is that so?” you coolly inquired. “Well it so happens that working until the very last minute is a special skill of mine. The ‘Boss’ decided to hasten this ‘perfect’ plan, yes? Where is he?”
The way you looked at everyone rubbed Vincent in the wrong way. It was like you were on a completely different level, cattle or not. You didn’t care what position you stood in because you would get it done, and for that reason, you were on a pedestal higher than Vincent and the rest.
“The Boss went to meet them,” he slowly replied, “the demons.”
You nodded in thanks. He knew that look, the one where your eyes glinted and shone with a quiet roar. There was only one other person whom you shared that look with, one other man who had those same, calculating eyes.
Yes, Vincent thought. You had the same eyes as the Boss.
-----
You hated waiting. After being on the run or constantly fighting to walk step after step, it didn’t feel natural to stand around and wait the day away for Norman to arrive. And so you sat in the hospital wing with Ray and Emma, staring at the sleeping face of Christy, who had yet to wake up.
Waiting was excruciating.
“Are you okay (Y/n)?”
You met Emma’s worried eyes. They watered with unshed tears, as if she already knew the answer even if you wouldn’t acknowledge it yourself. You forced a comforting smile to your lips and gently squeezed her hand. You had to be strong. “Don’t worry,” you said, “everything is perfectly fine.”
Ray snorted to himself. “You’re a really bad liar.” You shifted in your chair uncomfortably and slowly met his eyes. “No I’m not.” Ray huffed. “If you’re a good liar, then why did you act so cold around Vincent and the others? You only do that if you think it’s necessary, like the time we first met Yuugo.”
You shrugged absentmindedly. “Sometimes, it’s to let people know I mean business. The way Barbara talked to Emma wasn’t okay, but if I started an argument it would’ve made things worse.” Emma knitted her brows together. “So you acted distant instead?”
“Precisely.”
Ray huffed again, this time more dramatically than the last. He was about to say something else, but a voice cut through the air. Norman was back. Norman was back.
In no time, you three caught up to him in his office.
“Sorry for bothering you as soon as you got back.” you half-heartedly muttered. Ray sent you a curious glance you shrugged off. Norman kept his gaze to the window behind his desk and removed his heavy cloak. You watched the way he shifted from foot to foot. There was a sluggishness in his step so subtle that if you blinked a second too soon, you wouldn’t have seen it.
“You wanted to talk?” Norman inquired, keeping his back to the window. Emma made her way over to the couch with a nod. “Yeah, about a lot of things.” You and Ray followed, settling side-by-side. A ‘lot of things’ had to be the biggest understatement you’d ever heard. There were a few points in your new plan that needed to be addressed, and you were sure a five-minute talk wouldn’t suffice.
Ray folded his hands together. “But before that (Y/n) and I would like to know...” He sharply stared at Norman’s back. “What kind of plan do you have to ‘exterminate the demons without losing a single person’? Is it a civil war?”
Norman whipped around and snapped his fingers. “That’s right!” he exclaimed. “You both always catch on so quickly.” The way he smiled in congratulation reminded you of your time at the House.
You were eleven again. Grace Field’s forest surrounded you on all sides, and Norman and Ray stood only a little ways away from you. They were arguing about something you couldn’t quite hear, and that was because you weren’t meant to hear it in the first place. Ray had yanked Norman by the collar so harshly that he stood on his tippy toes.
You didn’t understand why Ray had been so angry. Norman was just trying to figure out the best path to safety. It was for the future of not just you, Ray, and Emma, but for your family. All of them.
Everything suddenly clicked. Ray had been angry at Norman because he had done something stupid just like now. Sure, it was smart, but was it worth the risk? Was it worth all the trouble to reach the goal he wanted?
Norman’s lips moved, but you couldn’t hear him.
Objectively speaking, his plan was genius. A civil war utilising the demon clan Giran? There wasn’t a flaw in sight. No rips to break and no disruption between each consecutive step. The Giran clan didn’t care for humans, and the humans didn’t care for the Giran. It was an equivalent exchange.
According to an old book you read, ‘humankind cannot gain anything without giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value had to be lost’.
In this case, that toll was the Giran clan. They would face their demise as soon as they clashed heads with the Regent Homes, leaving Norman and his team time to poison the helpless citizens of the Neverland.
But that wouldn’t work, not when demons like Mujika and Sonju existed.
“Norman,” you said. “Do you know about the demons who don’t regenerate despite not eating human flesh? If your plan succeeds, then you’ll have to find a way to deal with them.” Ray nodded in agreement. “Yeah, if there are a lot of demons out there who don’t need to eat humans, your plan will fail from the onset.”
The room went unbearably quiet.
Norman placed a hand over his face in thought, and it was then that you realised just how desperate he was. “How...how do you guys know about that?” You frowned. That wasn’t an answer you expected. “Why do you say that?”
Norman began by explaining the differences in demon social statuses, then the whole ‘hunt’ for this ‘Evil Blood Maiden’, or Mujika. “They don’t know how we’ll revolt,” Norman thoughtfully said. “And it would be trouble for them if we got caught by the Ratri clan since you know their whereabouts.”
He paused.
“We need to track down and kill them.”
Your heart stopped. Kill Mujika and Sonju? You couldn’t do that. They saved your family when you all could have been left for the wild demons to eat you alive. They taught you all how to survive and thrive when you were all alone.
“Wait!” cried Emma. “Sonju and Mujika are our friends! They’re fine--they're our saviours--our friends! If we used their blood, then we wouldn’t have to worry about...about...” You placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and turned to Norman. His eyes danced with a dangerous light.
“I agree with Emma. Not just because they haven’t done anything wrong, but because they could be the solution.” You wrung your hands together. “Your plan is perfect, I admit. It doesn’t have a single flaw, but it’s not...right. We’ve thought of something that could work, something that doesn’t involve killing everyone.”
That look in Norman’s eye intensified. It held a quiet flame, yet burned brighter than any fire could. “Who’s to say what’s right and wrong?” he slowly inquired. “(Y/n), you know full well that this world isn’t as simple or kind as any of us hoped it to be. They’re demons, right?”
You saw Cislo and Vincent and Barbara in his eyes. They all had that same look, that same hatred for their hunters. But if only they saw what you saw. If only they hadn’t been to Lambda and met Mujika and Sonju instead.
“Don’t you think we should close our mouths and watch them go extinct?” Norman grimly added. “Do you think you can forgive them for what they’ve done?”
No, you couldn’t forgive them. Not after seeing Conny’s body in the back of the truck. Not after what happened to Yuugo and Lucas and all your other friends. The demons made you and your family suffer.
Your throat constricted.
You almost died by their hand more times than you could count too! But how could you blame them? How could you hate them all from the bottom of your heart when you saw the vast majority for what they really were?
Your fist clenched.
Demons had families too. Just like you. They struggled to survive. Just like you. They did nearly anything to make sure their kind lived to see another sunrise. Just like you. Most demons ate to live. Just like you.
You shot out of your seat and threw a hand out. “You can’t kill a whole race!”
Norman’s eyes widened. It was rare for you to lose your cool, much less, shout during a conversation. This time, you couldn’t do that, not when Emma’s eyes were sad and glossy, and not when Ray relied on you to make the right decision.
You paused and thickly swallowed, gingerly fiddling with the hem of your skirt.
“You can’t just...you can’t just kill a whole race.” you echoed. “That’s genocide. Will you be able to sleep knowing that your hands will be stained with the blood of thousands? Millions?! History always repeats itself no matter where you go or what world you escape to! Why do we have to take vengeance when we could be the bigger people? Genocide won’t bring back the dead and it won’t solve anything either!”
“(Y/n),” Norman muttered, intertwined his hands with yours. “Has this been on your chest the whole time?” You nodded and he looked at you like you were far away. “Even if we do give the demons their blood, what guarantee will we have that they won’t come eat us anyway? The king and nobility have been doing this for the past seven hundred years, the same goes for Giran.”
He released your hands and averted his gaze to the splintered coffee table. “If you were told not to eat (f/f), would you say, ‘understandable, have a great day’? You might have that self-control, but the demons don’t because they can’t sympathise with us. We are the prey, and they are the hunters.”
You heaved in a deep breath to steel yourself. “Then let’s run away, all of us beyond the Seven Walls to reforge the Promise!” Norman’s jaw went slack and he stared at you, baffled to silence. “Even though we don’t know what the human world has to offer? We don’t know if they’ll accept us or if we’ll have safe entry. How can you bet everyone’s fate on that?”
Norman eyed the way you tightly gripped the hem of your skirt. He sucked in a sharp breath, as if what he was about to say would be the hardest thing he’s ever. “(Y/n),” he softly said. “You have to think realistically. Genocide or not, the world doesn’t care about what’s right or wrong. You, more than anyone, should know that.”
He was right again. You knew how cruel the world was because you were able to keep needless emotions from rushing to your head. You were cynical. You were tough. But that was only because you needed to be for your family. They looked up to your strength and your decisive decisions that always led them to victory.
“If we don’t wipe out the demons,” Norman stated, “there won’t be a future where our family can smile.”
You firmly shook your head. “No, that’s no true. Ray said the same thing when we were at Grace Field, didn’t he? He thought only you, Emma, and I would be able to escape, but in the end, we took all the older kids with us. We survived this long, not because we cared about probabilities, but because we saw the path before us!” You needed him to understand--no, you were begging him to. “It’s there, so why can’t you...why can’t you see what I’m seeing?”
Norman silently stood. His gaze left your own as he placed a hand to his chin in thought. “I don’t see any hope in this plan,” he honestly stated, “but for the sake of this argument, let’s concede and say that we can cross over to the human world and so on.”
You heaved out a relieved sigh. At least he was considering.
“Even then, the part about the Seven Walls is unclear.” He continued to explain a few different points, some you could dispute and others you had no answer to. But by the end of it, you were feeling great. There was hope.
“We’ve already found a way to reach the Seven Walls a year and a half ago.” you matter-of-factly said. “We have everything we need, and when the conditions are met, we can go at anytime.” Norman’s jaw dropped. “You--you found it?”
You nodded. “Yes. But like you said, there are a lot of uncertainties, so if you still need more constants before stopping the plan, then I’ll go and figure out the rest.” Norman’s eyes widened. “Wait, what?”
You intertwined your hands with his and gave them a good squeeze. “If I come back and reforge the Promise, then you will have no choice but to stop the extermination of all demons.” He knitted his brows together in alarm. “Wait a minute.... What is this about ‘if’ you come back?”
“Regarding the risks,” Ray noted, “right now, we’re only aware of two things. We know how to get in, but not how to get out. It appears that most who went there never returned so--”
“WHAT?!” Norman cried, staring between you, Emma, and Ray. “What kind of crazy--that’s too dangerous!” You gently patted his cheek. “Well, if I don’t go, then you’ll have to carry a burden too big for your weak shoulders, right?” You giggled and it was like music to his ears. “We talked about this yesterday, and we’re all ready to go.”
Norman gave your hands a shake. “How does that make it okay?!” You offered a comforting smile. “If the first Ratri did it, then so can we. Even though we don’t know it now, we’ll find it. We want to stop this extermination, right?”
Emma and Ray nodded.
“So let us carry a bit of your burden.” A brief frown settled on your lips that didn’t slip past Norman’s line of view. “I told you this once and I’ll say it again: You don’t have to be a god and you don’t have to do everything on your own either. We’re here, right? So rely on us.”
You wrapped your arms around his middle and pulled him close. “And for the record,” you whispered, “I know you’re hiding something.” Your breath fanned across his neck and he shivered. “You’re such a naughty boy, you know that?” You pulled away.
Norman’s wide eyes narrowed deviously as a soft smile rose on his lips. He made his way over to Emma and Ray, patting their shoulders amiably. “Be careful. I can count on you all to take care of each other, right?”
“Of course.” said Ray.
“No duh, Norman.” Emma added.
“What she said.” you pitched in.
Norman’s smile warmed as he led Emma and Ray towards the door. “That’s great to hear,” he said. “I promise to bring (Y/n) back before dinner.” Ray’s brows shot up. He let out a small ‘oooo’ and steered Emma out of the office at the speed of light. “We’ll stay out of your way then.”
The door creaked close and the lock clicked in place. Norman slowly turned to meet your eye. “What was that you said earlier?” he lowly inquired, loosening his tie. “About me being a ‘naughty boy’?” It was hard to fight the heat spreading throughout your body when he looked at you like that. Like you were a glass of water to quench his thirst. Butterflies rose in your stomach and your breath caught in your throat.
He was so alluring, so freaking hot that it made you freeze in place. Norman’s lips twitched up into a sly smirk, and it was then that you realised he was enjoying this.
Norman liked the way you got all flustered. He liked the way your cheeks flared up with red. And he loved the way you struggled to keep a straight face. There was mischievous glint reflecting in his eyes as he placed his tie on the couch and strode right over to you.
Gosh, you wanted--no--needed him. Now.
You were practically panting for air and Norman hadn’t even laid a finger on you. He set your heart ablaze with a single glance and knew how to make you feel all lightheaded in the best way possible.
You paused in your step and your back hit the wall. Gosh dang it, why did you fall for that again?
"You can't think straight." Norman noted, caressing your cheek. "But that's okay. You're always in good hands." Your breath hitched and Norman chuckled. It was low, it was attractive, it was hot. How could a cutie like him act like this when you were alone? Not even you could have expected this type of unexpected, not that it mattered though. After all, Norman knew how to treat you right.
“You’re so adorable.” he said, resting a cool hand on your thigh. “I wonder what will happen if I...?” You shivered under his light touch. How dare he act so cool. How dare he make you gasp and lean further back into the wall. His touch made your cheeks burn and your lower regions go warm. He gave your thigh a squeeze just to watch you gasp again.
"N-Norman..." you moaned.
He smiled.
"You like that, don't you." His breath fanned across your cheeks. "You won't be able to stay quiet for long. I'll make sure of it." He leaned into you and your lips connected. The kiss was sweet and warm, but far from innocent. The bastard knew exactly how to make your knees buckle and your breath hitch. Somehow, it made you want more of him.
He bit at your lip and you yanked him closer. Kissed him harder.
Norman found himself snaking a hand under your shirt. He trailed over your sides with a gentle touch that made your back arch and your insides tingle. You liked it--no, you loved it. To have his hands on you and his body practically glued to you...
What more could you ask for?
Norman placed a hand on the top of your collar. "May I?" You nodded and he skillfully unbuttoned your shirt. As he pulled it over your shoulders, you squeezed your thighs together. You were wet. That much you just knew.
"Am I that irresistible?" Norman inquired. He didn't let you respond. Instead, he undid the clasp on your bra and gave your breasts a good flick. Norman watched the way you breathily inhaled.
You were so, so beautiful. An absolute masterpiece.
He experimentally fondled your breasts, squeezing and groping. If it could get any hotter in here, then you were sure it would've been a hundred degrees.
He didn't seem to mind though. Instead, he sucked in a short breath with a satisfied smile, as if your moans were the only thing he wanted to hear.
Norman's lips slammed into yours. He licked your bottom lip and you moaned. Moaned. Norman's cheeks reddened. He suddenly realised just how far he had gone. In the heat of the moment, none of you were able to register the fact that you were half-naked, or that Norman was dominant as fuck.
Don’t forget to reblog (do it for Norman!)
"You have such a gorgeous voice,” Norman slyly said. "Can you do that again?"
PART THREE
TIP JAR
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🏥 The Personification of Our Love | Kim Lip
Request: kim lip x reader where the reader is pregnant and goes into labor pls ~~~ love your blog ♡♡♡♡
Plot: Jungeun is waiting at the Hospital while Reader is in labor. Jungeun's mind flies to loving memories.
Words: 2, 222
Genre: fluff, pregnancy
Notes: i use to say "i loved writing this one" because i really do love writing things you all request me. and i loved writing this one. i love to write about things that involve family and friendship, etc. this one is the type to make my heart feel at peace... i hope you enjoy it and have a nice read! ♡♡
Maybe Jungeun shouldn't keep her eyes open for so long, without blinking. At least that's what Haseul was telling her all the time, but she wouldn't be aware of what her friend was saying until hours later, when the white doors were opened and a person wearing blue from head to toe told her that she was finally allowed to enter. For now, she had her hands cupped over her mouth, her feet tapping the floor in a frantic rhythm, her heart pumping blood like crazy.
Why couldn't things be like in the movies, where she could just have a camera filming everything that was going on in that room?
How was it going? How were you? And how was the baby? GOD, WAS THE BABY OKAY?
The movements of her feet accelerated even more and she felt the touch of a hand resting very cautiously on her knee.
"Stop doing that, you're looking like a maniac!", Hyejoo's voice, impatient and at the same time anxious, sounded beside Jungeun.
"I think I'm having a nervous breakdown.", she replied in a low voice, sweat forming on the corner of her forehead.
A huge, vibrant smile appeared in the blonde's vision and warm hands took hers, that were cold, in an affectionate squeeze. Jiwoo.
"How about if we go get something to eat? I'm sure there must be anything good in these machines full of food.”, said her longtime friend.
With a nod and letting Jiwoo guide her, Jungeun was pulled by the arm to a vending machine in the corner of the waiting room. While, in her mind, Jungeun was pulled for a few moments before what would be the greatest moment of her life (along with her wedding day, of course).
8 AM, same day
"Christ! It’s like I'm about to explode!", you said, putting your hand on your belly and feeling a twinge in your back.
"A beautiful, healthy child is going to appear from this explosion...", Jungeun started to speak, slowly approaching the bed, leaning on one knee and then the other. "And this child is very...", her hands landed on your belly, one of them over your right hand. "... very loved!"
"And we haven't even thought about the name of this beloved child yet."
You looked at her with a disapproving gaze.
"I don't want to decide anything right now because I think it will be more exciting to take this important decision when the time comes.", Jungeun shrugged without looking at you, she was very busy stroking your belly button.
"Maybe if you just let me..."
"Don't even think about it. This baby is mine too, you know?", the irritated tone disappeared from Jungeun's voice when her eyes met the playful glow of yours. She smiled.
"You know I would never make a decision like that without you, right?"
She nodded and lifted her body so she could kiss you, but there was a huge belly between the two of you - with a baby on the way in - and you started to laugh.
"Ahhhh!! So close yet so far!", dramatized Jungeun, as she lay down beside you and kissed your forehead and then your lips. "Now, close enough."
10 PM, the day before
"I still can't believe you chose this crackhead to be our baby's godmother...", you whispered to Jungeun, leaning on the doorframe while watching Jiwoo dancing some children's music and doing a super choreography in front of a camera.
Jungeun smiled at you.
"It's not like you didn't say 'oh, babe, I would never forgive you if I didn't choose Jiwoo to be our baby’s godmother', right?"
All the girls were there, they decided to have the first “Girls’ Pajama Party with the Baby” even before the baby was born. Not that you didn't love the idea, but to see Jiwoo carrying that camera everywhere was hilarious. You wouldn't miss an opportunity to make fun of it.
"You have to understand that I have hormones. Many! And they are crazy running back and forth, telling me what to do all the time! It's not like everything I say is valid while pregnant. Plus: I didn’t know she would do this Good Luck Charlie sort of thing."
With a mischievous look, Jungeun brought her face close to yours, smiling like a mischievous child.
"So it means that I am right deciding that the baby's one-year birthday should be Taeyeon-themed."
You gave her an angry look.
"I've been carrying our beautiful baby for nine months. If it were to honor someone on their one-year anniversary, it should be me."
A warm laugh from the bottom of Jungeun's heart filled your ears. She came over and wrapped her right arm around your waist while her left hand was over your protruding belly. None of you had reached such a full level of happiness like this before.
"Don't worry... Taeyeon won't be a party theme, I promise." she kissed your face. "It's so easy to annoy you lately. But there's no need to worry. The one-year anniversary theme will be Harry Potter, anyways."
You rolled your eyes trying to hide a smile. Jungeun noticed it. She always did. She smiled back and stroked your belly once more. It was difficult to know which of you two was most anxious for the family to be finally complete.
5 months ago
"Come on, say something very beautiful and with enough meaning, because then I will edit with a ballad song in the background."
Jiwoo was pointing the camera at you, whose lips were covered with doritos crumbs and ice cream, while Jungeun held up a jar of that same ice cream that you dipped the spoon from time to time.
"I can only think of how bizarre these mixtures become each month, I have no idea what beautiful things I can say.", Jungeun spoke while giving you a judgmental look. “I can’t believe my baby is eating… this.”
"Just say my name, so you will say one of the most beautiful things in the world.", you replied, raising your eyebrows as you dipped the tip of the doritos in the pistachio green and put it whole in your mouth.
"Grooooooss.", Jiwoo hummed as she turned the camera to her face. "I hope you don't have to deal with this often."
You two were at Heejin's apartment, decided to stop by as you were walking around the neighborhood looking for that ice cream flavor. Yeojin and Jiwoo went to meet you. This was yet another visit for the future "aunts" of the baby to come.
"I will definitely deal with them to keep you safe." Yeojin noted, beside Jiwoo and staring at the camera.
"Don't worry. We will protect you from anything that might negatively affect you, even if it means taking you away from these delinquents' arms." Heejin said, joining the other two.
"An army against us?", Jungeun asked as you put one of those doritos in her mouth.
They giggled. Another scene for the baby's life documentary, directed exclusively by Kim Jiwoo.
7 months ago
"Well... maybe we should... maybe we should buy baby things? Or set up the baby's room?", You suggested, astonished by the news that, finally, you were going to have a baby.
With the results of the exam in hands, Jungeun was very quiet on the way home. Parking the car in the garage of the building where you lived together, you waited for an answer to your questions.
Pregnant? Who knew you would be pregnant? Well, it was your dream two months ago. You both decided to make this dream come true. But it was a short while ago, actually. And you were not expecting a positive response so quickly. On the first try? Wow! This was really fast.
You noticed Jungeun's trembling hands and, now that you were pregnant, you would have a child of both of you, increasing the "family with our shape" because it's gonna be "the personification of your love", as the blonde said a few times. You wondered if she regretted it. After all, it would affect both your lives on a large scale, even though it was, at the moment, no more than the size of a bean.
"Look, I... I understand if you don't want to say anything. I will respect your space, but I thought it was our decision and..."
"Could you excuse me for a moment?", Jungeun said, in a whispering voice, and getting out of the car.
You understood that you shouldn't go after her and you were left with no reaction to her words. Meanwhile, outside the car, in the light of the vehicle's white headlights, the blonde of exuberant beauty and small body read the exam again, a growing smile on the pink lips that you loved to kiss so much.
Suddenly, to your shock, she let out a cry mixed with laughter and jumped in the air. It was as if, there, in that deserted garage and with you in the car, there was a space where Jungeun could celebrate it with vivacity. She was just so full of joy!
She was just as happy as you are, obviously! She just needed to find a place to outsource it, a moment when she could be free, a place where she could celebrate it!
Jungeun's hands held the test results as if they were holding the most precious thing in her life. And, somehow, it was.
You flashed the headlights in sync with her leaps and, watching her body turn to the car, her dark brown eyes staring into the glass, you knew what she would say and you both said at the same time, in a whisper only your hearts could hear.
"I love you."
Back to Present – 3 AM
Keeping a packet of m&m's in her jacket pocket, saving it for you to eat later, Jungeun finished eating a strawberry cereal bar, chewing slowly as the girls entered into a conversation to try to calm their spirits. In fact, everyone there was looking forward to you and the baby being well and being able to receive visitors as soon as possible.
Jinsoul told a story of her adolescence and the girls highlighted some parts, asked a few things and laughed. But Jungeun's mind was just a few feet from that waiting room.
Were you in pain? Was the baby finding the way out safely? Was the baby healthy? Were you okay?
She had no way of knowing. She went to the bathroom, the girls followed the blonde head with concern as she crossed the room to the door with a blue sign written "toilet".
When closing the door already inside the bathroom, every sound coming from outside was isolated. Jungeun turned the tap on and felt the cascade of water flowing through her fingers, finding some calm with that, since the only person who could give her the biggest amount of peace was in labor.
She washed her face and dried it with paper, stared at her reflection and realized she was pale. She would only regain color when she could finally see you and the baby.
She put her hand on the door handle again, turning it, and when she closed the door behind her, she noticed that all the girls were standing, staring at the beginning of the corridor. Her face turned in the same direction, where a nurse was standing still, noticed the movement of the woman's lips and the signal for her to follow her on a path. That woman would take Jungeun's to where her heart belonged.
"I wish you were with me... with us at the moment…", you whispered.
"The nurses didn't let me in, babe, but I'm here now..."
Jungeun was almost crouched beside the bed, her face close to yours. She reached up and stroked your cheekbones, touching your forehead with hers.
“How was it?”, she asked.
“It was like I was shitting a coconut.”
Her throat exploded with a pleasurable laugh, making you laugh along, even though you felt a lot of pain in your entire body. Tiredness was overwhelming you, but not enough to see your baby again.
"I only saw our baby for about 5 seconds and I was barely able to see that little face before they did the cleaning and exams."
Your voice was a whisper and Jungeun shook her head, as if she told you not to worry about it, and then she gave you a peck.
When the nurse came into the room and placed the baby in your arms, Jungeun was already crying. She never thought that your love could take on a human shape, so small, fragile and beautiful.
"Oh, God... I love you both so much..." she said, letting those strong tears run down her clean face as she bent down to kiss the top of the baby's head very gently.
That little body, with small hands, gripped her finger firmly and you knew that you would not let anything in the world do anything to destroy that purity. Jungeun felt the same way. Somehow, you knew that. You felt that. Perhaps because you had known her for a long time. Perhaps it was because of love. But you did knew. And she also knew that, whatever happened, her family would always be the homewhere your hearts could rest.
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Hospital Visits
an:Hey y'all! This ones coming out a little late, I meant it to be out yesterday but here we are. Still super excited for this week even though we're nearing the end. Still have some content coming out in the next few days for the series as a whole. This is the second installment in the Happily Ever After series for Luke. As always, enjoy!
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warnings:canon-typical injury, mentions of canon-typical violence, hospital setting
summary:"There's a difference in living and living well. You can't have it all, all by yourself. Something's always missing, 'til you share it with someone else."-George Strait
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Over the next two months, you often found yourself in the company of Luke and Roxy, who had both become good friends during that time.
It had become a routine to walk through the park whenever you were on your way home in hopes of running into the two of them. In those two months, it had happened just over a handful of times, but when it did, the three of you would hang out until the sun went down. You hadn't seen him for a couple of days, so you assumed he was just busy. He hadn't shared what he did for work. All you knew was that he was a former US Army Ranger.
You had started today bright and early. You were up and 'ate before the sun was even fully up. Being self-employed meant doing tasks that you wouldn't do in a typical 9-5 job. Monday meant payday so, after a hard gym session and a soothing shower, you set to work. First was balancing the books and determining final costs. Next was making the list of people to be paid, and last was sending out the payments. After all, was said and done, you felt like you could relax a little bit. You ordered yourself breakfast from your favourite restaurant and just chilled for the morning, with the occasional Instagram shot, of course.
Around noon, you began to get ready to actually do some work. You were filming another unboxing video, with packages leftover and some new from your PO box, and reviewing some clothing brands that had been sent to you. You got ready quickly but precisely, remembering that you were going to be on camera for hours and under the lights for just as long. After getting prepared, you set to work.
You worked for hours until finally, you took a short break to recharge. With some water, a snack and a bathroom break, you were ready to work again. As you set up for your next video, your phone rang. Startling you out of your concentrated state. The blocked number on the screen was enough to encourage you not to answer the phone but, your curiosity got the better of you.
"Hello?" You said, answering your phone.
"Is this Y/N Y/L/N?" Asked a cheery voice on the other end of the phone.
"Yeah. Sorry, who is this?"
"Darling, my name is Penelope Garcia. I work for the FBI—"
"FBI? Did I do something wrong?" You asked, panicked, trying to rack your brain for any reason the FBI would be calling you.
"—No, not at all. I understand that you know Supervisory Special Agent Luke Alvez," She answered in a soothing tone, helping you to calm down a bit but still not entirely sure why the FBI would call you, even if it was for Luke.
"I met him a few months ago but, I just know him as Luke. We usually hang out at the park with his dog…."
"Okay well, darling, he's been shot." She said, getting straight to the point.
"What?!"
"He was shot in the arm, he had surgery but the doctors said he will make a full recovery and he kept mumbling your name as he was coming out of the sedation. I'll send you the address of the hospital."
"Thanks Penelope…" You said, kind of numbly. Mostly just trying to absorb the information you had just been given.
"Good luck Y/N!"
You quickly changed out of the sample clothes and into a comfy outfit. Slipping on shoes hurriedly, you grabbed your purse and rushed out the door. After locking the door behind you, you went down to your car. Clicking on the location pin Penelope had sent you, you started up the GPS and set on the way to the hospital. You quickly got frustrated trying to find parking in the parking lot and decided to park on the street instead. You all but jogged into the hospital, looking for anyone who could provide you with an update. The head nurse just pointed you to an official-looking woman who was in the waiting room. You walked up to her and took some deep breaths before introducing yourself.
"Excuse me?"
"Yes?"
Pointing to the nurse's station, you said, "They told me you could give me an update on Luke Alvez."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Y/N Y/L/N, a friend of Lukes. Who are you?"
You didn't even finish your sentence before a look you couldn't quite make out made its way onto her face.
"I'm supervisory special agent Emily Prentiss. I'm Lukes boss, I can take you to him."
The two of you set off walking through the never-ending corridors. In the silence, questions just kept swarming your head. In an attempt to keep them at bay, you asked, "What happened to him?"
She turned, briefly looking at you before she said, "Officially, I can't say too much. In the course of apprehending our UnSub, he got shot. The bullet knicked his subclavian artery, which is basically the shoulder area. He'll have to stay at the hospital 3 days but the doctor said he will make a full recovery."
You knew you were the one who asked, and she was just answering your question, but, at that moment, you had never wanted to yell at someone more. Where was his partner—assuming he has one? How did this happen? You only noticed you arrived at his room when Emily stopped walking. She opened the door and led you into the room before walking back out. Leaving you alone, with a sleeping Luke, to wait. After a couple hours in the hospital and you began to get hungry. You were reaching out for the Jell-O on his tray table when a hand grabbed your wrist.
"Don't take the jell-o please," a groggy voice startled you the same way the hand had.
You turned to see if the voice had come from Luke, and to your surprise, you found his warm brown eyes looking back at you. Jumping up to hug him, you shrieked, "Luke!"
A little confused, he asked, "Y/N, when did you get here?"
"You kept muttering my name to the doctors when you were coming off of the anesthesia."
"Well, I've been thinking about you while I'm working."
"What about me?"
He took a deep breath, and you noticed his heart sped up as the monitor beeped faster.
"Y/N Y/L/N, will you go on a date with me?"
A smile blossomed on your cheeks, and a warmth spread throughout your body, and you said jokingly, "well, with you on your deathbed, how could I say no?"
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let's talk about andi mack's worldbuilding
sorry this took forever to make! i've been pretty busy with school stuff and i kind of lost my inspiration for a bit, but i ultimately really enjoyed writing it! i wish i could've included more pics (tumblr has a max of 10 per post), and it kinda turned from less of a mini analysis to more of an extremely long rant... but i hope it's still a fun read!
i've been rewatching the show over the past few weeks (thanks again to @disneymack for the link!), and i’ve been noticing a lot that i never did the first time around. this is really the first time i’ve watched the show from start to finish since it aired, and it honestly feels so different this time - probably a combination of the fact that i’m not as focused on plot and can appreciate the show as a whole, and also that the fandom is much, much smaller now, so there’s a lot less noise. so the way i’m consuming this show feels super different than it did the first time, but the show itself doesn’t - it’s just as warm and comforting to me as it was the first time around, if not more so.
i think a lot of that can be attributed to andi mack’s “worldbuilding”. i’m not quite sure that this is the right word in this context, to be honest, because i mostly see it used in reference to fantasy and sci-fi universes, but it just sort of feels right to me for andi mack, because you can really tell how much love and care went into constructing this universe. for clarity, worldbuilding is “the process of creating an imaginary world” in its simplest sense. there’s two main types: hard worldbuilding, which involves inventing entire universes, languages, people, cultures, places, foods, etc. from scratch (think “lord of the rings” or “dune”), and soft worldbuilding, in which the creators don’t explicitly state or explain much about the fictional universe, but rather let it’s nature reveal itself as the story progresses (think studio ghibli films). andi mack to me falls in the soft worldbuilding category. even though it takes place in a realistic fiction universe, there’s a lot of aspects to it that are inexplicably novel in really subtle ways.
so watching the show now, i’ve noticed that the worldbuilding comes primarily from two things - setting and props, and oftentimes the both of them in tandem (because a big part of setting in filmmaking does depend on the props placed in it!).
one of the most obvious examples is the spoon. it really is a sort of quintessential, tropic setting in that it's the main gang's "spot", which automatically gives it a warm and homey feel to it. and its set design only amplifies this:
the choice to make it a very traditional 50s-style diner creates a very nostalgic, retro feel to it, which is something that's really consistent throughout the show, as you'll see. from the round stools at the bar, to the booths, to the staff uniforms, this is very obvious. the thing that i found especially interesting about it though is the choice of color. the typical 50s diner is outfitted with metallic surfaces and red accented furnishings, but the spoon is very distinctly not this.
instead, it's dressed in vibrant teal and orange, giving it a very fresh and modern take on a classic look. so it still maintains that feeling of being funky and retro, but that doesn't retract from the fact that the show is set distinctly in modern times.
of course, this could just be a one-off quirky set piece, but this idea of modernizing and novelizing "retro" things is a really common motif throughout the show. take red rooster records. i mean, it's a record shop - need i say more? it's obviously a very prominent store in shadyside, at least for the main characters, but there's no apparent reason why it is (until season 2 when bowie starts working there, and jonah starts performing there). a lot of the time, though, it functions solely as a record shop. vinyl obviously isn't the most practical or convenient way of listening to music, but it's had its resurgence in pop culture even in the real world, mostly due to its aesthetic value, so it's safe to say that it serves the same purpose in the andi mack universe.
the fringe seems to be nostalgic of a different era, specifically the Y2K/early 2000s period (because it's meant to be bex's territory and symbolic of who she used to be, and its later transformation into cloud 10 is representative of her character arc, but that's beside the point). to be honest, exactly what this store was supposed to be always confused me. it was kind of a combination party store/clothing store/makeup store/beauty parlor? i think that's sort of the point of it though, it's supposed to feel very grunge-y and chaotic (within the confines of a relatively mellow-toned show, of course), and it's supposed to act as a sort of treasure chest of little curios that both make the place interesting and allow the characters to interact with it.
and, of course, there's andi shack. this is really the cherry on top of all of andi mack's sets, just because it's so distinctly andi. it serves such amazing narrative purpose for her (ex. the storyline where cece and ham were going to move - i really loved this because it highlights its place in the andi mack universe so well, and i'm a sucker for the paper cranes shot + i'm still salty that sadie's cranes didn't make it into the finale) and it's the perfect reflection of andi's character development because of how dynamic it is (the crafts and art supplies can get moved around or switched out, and there's always new creations visible).
going back to the nostalgia motif though, the "shack" aspect of it always struck me as very treehouse-like. personally, whenever i think of treehouses, there's this very golden sheen of childhood about it, if that makes sense. i've always seen treehouses in media as a sort of shelter for characters' youthful innocence and idealistic memories. for example, the episode "up a tree" from good luck charlie, the episode "treehouse" from modern family, and "to all the boys 2" all use a treehouse setting as a device to explore the character's desire to hold onto their perfect image of their childhood (side note: this exact theme is actually explored in andi mack in the episode "perfect day 2.0"!). andi shack is no exception to this, but it harnesses this childhood idealism in the same way that it captures the nostalgia of the 50s in the spoon, or the early 2000s in the fringe. it's not some image of a distant past being reflected through that setting; it's very present, and very alive, because it reflects andi as she is in the given moment.
some honorable mentions of more one-off settings include the ferris wheel (from "the snorpion"), the alley art gallery (from "a walker to remember"), SAVA, the color factory (from "it's a dilemna"), and my personal favorite, the cake shop (from "that syncing feeling").
[every time i watch this episode i want to eat those cakes so bad]
these settings have less of a distinctly nostalgic feel (especially the color factory, which is a very late 2010s, instagram era setting), but they all definitely have an aura of perfection about them. andi mack is all about bright, colorful visuals, and these settings really play to that, making the andi mack universe seem really fun and inviting, and frankly very instagrammable (literally so, when it comes to the color factory!).
props, on the other hand, are probably a much less obvious tool of worldbuilding. they definitely take up less space in the frame and are generally not as noticeable (i'm sure i'll have missed a bunch that will be great examples, but i'm kind of coming up with all of this off the top of my head), but they really tie everything together.
for example, bex's box, bex's polaroid, and the old tv at the mack apartment (the tv is usually only visible in the periphery of some shots, so you might not catch it at first glance) all complement that very retro aesthetic established through the settings (especially the polaroid and the tv, because there's really no good reason that the characters would otherwise be using these).
besides this, andi's artistic nature provides the perfect excuse for plenty of colorful, crafty props to amplify the visuals and the tone. obviously, as i discussed before, andi shack is the best example of this because it's filled with interesting props. but you also see bits of andi's (and other people's) crafts popping up throughout the show (ex. the tape on the fridge in the mack apartment, andi's and libby's headbands in "the new girls", walker's shoes, andi's phone case, and of course, the bracelet). not only does doing this really solidify this talent as an essential tenet of andi's character, but it also just makes the entirety of shadyside feel like an extension of andi shack. the whole town is a canvas for her crafts (or art, depending on how you want to look at it. i say it's both), and it immensely adds to shadyside's idealism. because who wouldn't want to live in a world made of andi mack's creations?
and, while it's not exactly a prop, the characters' wardrobe is undoubtedly a major influence on the show's worldbuilding. true to it's nature as a disney channel show, all of the characters are always dressed in exceptionally curated outfits of whatever the current trends are, making the show that much more visually appealing. i won't elaborate too much on this, because i could honestly write a whole other analysis on andi mack's fashion (my favorites are andi's and bex's outfits! and kudos to the costume designer(s) for creating such wonderful and in-character wardrobes!). but, i think it's a really really important aspect of how the show's universe is perceived, so it had to be touched upon.
[^ some of my favorite outfits from the show! i am so obsessed with andi's jacket in the finale, and i aspire to be at bex's level of being a leather jacket bisexual]
and lastly, phones. this is a bit of an interesting case (pun intended), because the way they're used fluctuates a bit throughout the show, but i definitely noticed that at least in the first season terri minsky tried to avoid using them altogether. these efforts at distancing from modern tech really grounds the show in it's idealist, nostalgia-heavy roots, so even when the characters start using their phones more later in the show, they don't alter the viewer's impression of the andi mack universe very much.
so, what does all of this have to do with worldbuilding? in andi mack's case, because it's set in a realistic universe and not a fantasy one, a lot of what sets it apart from the real world comes down to tone. because, as much as this world is based on our own, it really does feel separate from it, like an alternate reality that's just slightly more perfect than ours, which makes all the difference. it's the idealism in color and composition in andi mack's settings that makes it so unmistakably andi mack. even the weather is always sunny and perfect (which is incredibly ironic because the town is called shadyside - yes, i am very proud of that observation).
the andi mack universe resides somewhere in this perfect medium that makes it feel like a small town in the middle of nowhere (almost like hill valley in 1955 from "back to the future"), but at the same time like an enclave within a big city (because of its proximity to so many modern, unique, and honestly very classy looking establishments). it is, essentially, an unattainable dream land that tricks you into believing it is attainable because it's just real enough.
all this to say, andi mack does an amazing job of creating of polished, perfect world for its characters. this is pretty common among disney channel and nickelodeon shows, but because most other shows tend to be filmed in a studio with three-wall sets, andi mack is really set apart from them in that it automatically feels more real and tangible. it has its quintessential recurring locations, but it has far more of them (most disney/nick shows usually only have 3-4 recurring settings), and it has a lot more one-off locations. it's also a lot more considerate when it comes to its props, so rather than the show just looking garish and aggressively trendy, it has a distinctive style that's actually appropriate to the characters and the story. overall this creates the effect of expanding the universe, making shadyside feel like it really is a part of a wider world, rather than an artificial bubble. it's idealism is, first and foremost, grounded in reality, and that provides a basis for its brilliant, creative, and relatable storytelling.
tl;dr: andi mack's sets and props give it a very retro and nostalgic tone which makes its whole universe seem super perfect and i want to live there so bad!!
#andi mack#buffy driscoll#cyrus goodman#jonah beck#tj kippen#tyrus#ambi#bex mack#analysis#film analysis#disney channel
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So, I don't think I've ever asked you this... what IS the whole point of the Spider-Sense? It really seems like something that only exists for writers to ignore or work around when they want to inject Legit Tension into a story.
I’ve thought about this power so much, but never with an eye to defend its right to exist, so I needed to think about this. The results could be more concise.
Ironically, given the question, I have to say its main purpose is to ramp up tension. But it’s also a highly variable multitool that a skilled creative team can use for...pretty much anything. It does everything the writer wants it to, while for its wielder always falls just short of doing enough.
I went looking through my photos for a really generic, classic-looking example to use as an image to head this topic, but then I ran into the time Peter absolutely did not reimburse this man for his stolen McDonald’s, so have that instead.
A Scare Chord, But You Can Draw It
That one post that says the spider-sense is just super-anxiety isn’t, like, wrong. It’s a very anxious, dramatic storytelling tool originally designed for a very anxious, dramatic protagonist. I find it speaks to the overall tone of the franchise that some characters are functionally psychics, but with a psychic ability that only points out problems.
Spidey sense pinging? There’s danger, be stressed! Broken? Now the lead won’t even KNOW when there’s a problem, scary! Single character is immune to it? That’s an invisible knife in the dark oh my god what the fuck what the fU--
Like its counterpart in garden variety anxiety, the only time the spider-sense reduces tension is in the middle of a crisis. But in the wish fulfillmenty way that you want in an adventure story to justify exaggerated action sequences, the same way enhanced strength or durability does. Also like those, it would theoretically make someone much safer to have it, but it exists in the story to let your character navigate into and weather more dangerous situations.
For its basic role in a story, a danger sense is a snappy way to rile up both the reader and the protagonist that doesn’t offer much information beyond that it’s time to sit smart because shit is about to go down.
Spidey comic canon is all over the board in quality and genre, and it started needing to subvert its formulas before the creators got a handle on what those formulas even were, and basically no one has read anything approaching most of it at this point, so for consistent examples of a really bare bones use of this power in storytelling, I’d point to the property that’s done the best job yet of boiling down the mechanics of Spider-Man to their absolute most basic essentials for adaptation to a compelling monster of the week TV series.
Or as you probably know it, Danny Phantom. DON’T BOO, I’M RIGHT.
DP is Spider-Man with about 2/3 of the serial numbers filed off and no death (ironically), and Danny’s ghost sense is the most proof in the formula example of what the spidey sense is for: It’s a big sign held up for the viewer that says, “Something is wrong! Pay attention!” Effectively a visual scare chord. It’s about That Drama. And it works, which won it a consistent place in the show’s formula. We’re talking several times an episode here.
So why does it work?
It’s a little counterintuitive, but it’s strong storytelling to tell your audience that something bad is going to happen before it does. A vague, punchy spoiler transforms the ignorant calm before a conflict into a tense moment of anticipation. ...And it makes sure people don’t fail to absorb the beginning of said conflict because they weren’t prepared to shift gears when the scene did. Shock is a valuable tool, too, but treating it like a staple is how you burn out your audience instead of keeping them engaged. Not to go after an easy target, but you need to know how to manage your audience’s alarm if you don’t want to end up like Game of Thrones.
The limits of the spider-sense also keep you on your toes when handled by a smart writer. It tells Peter (everyone’s is a little different, so I’m going to cite the og) about threats to his person, but it doesn’t elaborate with any details when it’s not already obvious why, what kind, and from what. And it doesn’t warn him about anything else-- Which is a pretty critical gap when you zoom out and look at his hero career’s successes and failures and conclude that it’s definitely why he’s lived as long as he has acting the way he does, but was useless as he failed to save a string of people he’d have much rather had live on than him.
(Any long-running superhero mythos has these incidents, but with Peter they’re important to the core themes.)
And since this power is by plot for plot (or because it’s roughly agreed it only really blares about threats that check at least two boxes of being major, immediate, or physical), it always kicks in enough to register when the danger is bearing down...when it’s too late to actually do anything about it if “anything” is a more complex action than “dodge”.
Really? Not until the elevator doors started to open?
That Distinctive, Crunchy Spider Flavor
The spider-sense and its little pen squiggles go hand in hand with wallcrawling (and its unique and instantly identifiable associated body language) to make the Spider-Person powerset enduringly iconic and elevate characters with it from being generic mid-level super-bricks. Visually, but also in how it shapes the story.
I said it can share a narrative role with super strength. But when you end a fight and go home, super strength continues to make your character feel powerful, probably safer than they’d be otherwise, maybe dangerous.
The spider-sense just keeps blaring, “Something’s wrong! Something’s wrong! God, why aren’t you doing something about this!?”
Pretty morose thing to live with, for a safety net! Kind of a double edged sword you have there! Could be constantly being hyperattuned to problems would prime you for a negative outlook on life. Kind of seems like a power that would make it impossible for a moral person to take a day off, leading them into a beleaguered and resentful yet dutiful attitude about the whole superhero gig! Might build up to some of the core traits of this mythos, maybe! Might lead to a lot of fifteen minute retirement stories, or something. Might even be a built in ‘great responsibility’ alarm that gets you a main character who as a rule is not going to stop fighting until he physically cannot fight anymore.
Certainly not apropos of anything, just throwing this short lived barely-a-joke tagline up for fun.
One of my personal favorite things about stories with superpowers is keeping in mind how they cause the people who have them to act in unusual ways outside of fights, so when you tell me that these people have an entire extra sense that tells them when the gas in their house is leaking through a barely useful hot/cold warning system that never turns off, I’m like, eyes emojis, popcorn out, notebook open, listening intently, spectacles on, the whole deal.
It also contributes to Peter Parker’s personality in a way I really enjoy: It allows him to act like an irrational maniac. When you know exactly when a situation becomes dangerous and how much, normal levels of caution go out the window and absolutely nothing you do makes sense from an exterior standpoint anymore. That’s the good shit. I would like to see more exploration of how the non-Parker characters experiencing the world in this incredibly altered way bounce in response.
It’s also one of many tools in this franchise hauling the reader into relating more closely with the main character. The backbone of classic Spidey is probably being in on secrets only Peter and the reader know which completely reframe how one views the situation on the page. It’s just a big irony mine for the whole first decade. A convenient way to inform the reader and the lead that something is bad news that’s not perceivable to any other characters is youth-with-a-big-exciting-secret catnip.
Another point for tension, there, in that being aware of danger is not synonymous with being able to act on it. If there’s no visible reason for you to be acting strange, well...you’re just going to have to sit tight and sweat, aren’t you? Some gratuitous head wiggles never hurt when setting up that type of conflict.
Have I mentioned that they look cool? Simultaneously punchy and distinctive, with a respectable amount of leeway for artists to get creative with and still coming up with something easily recognizable? And pretty easy to intuit the meaning of even without the long-winded explanations common in the days when people wrote comics with the intent that someone could come in cold on any random issue and follow along okay, I think, although the mechanic has been deeply ingrained in popular culture for so long that I can’t really say for sure.
It was also useful back in the day when no artists drew the eyes on the Spider-Man mask as emoting and were conveying the lead’s expressions entirely through body language and panel composition. If you wiggle enough squiggles, you don’t need eyebrows.
Take This Handwave and Never Ask Me a Logistical Question Again
This ability patches plot holes faster than people can pick them open AND it can act as an excuse to get any plot rolling you can think of if paired with one meddling protagonist who doesn’t know how to mind their own business. Buy it now for only $19.99 (in four installments; that’s four installments of $19.99).
Why can a teenager win a six on one fight against other superhumans? Well, the spider-sense is the ultimate edge in combat, duh.
Why can Peter websling? Why doesn’t everyone websling? Well, the spider-sense is keeping him from eating flagpole when he violently flings himself across New York in a way neither man nor spider was ever meant to move.
How are we supposed to get him involved with the plot this week???? Well, that crate FELT dangerous, so he’s going to investigate it. Oh, dip, it was full of guns and radioactive snakes! Probably shouldn’t have opened that!
Yeah, okay, but why isn’t it fixing everything, then? Isn’t it supposed to be why Peter has never accidentally unmasked in front of somebody? ('Nother entry for this section, take a shot.) That’s crazy sensitive! How does he still have any problems!? Is everything bad that’s ever happened to characters with this powerset bad writing!? --Listen, I think as people with uncanny senses that can tell us whether we are in danger with accuracy that varies from incredible to approximate (I am talking about the five senses that most people have), we should all know better than to underestimate our ability to tune them out or interpret them wrong and fuck ourselves up anyway. I honestly find this part completely realistic.
*SLAPS ROOF OF SPIDER-SENSE* YOU CAN FIT SO MANY STORIES IN THIS THING
The spider-sense is a clean branch into...whatever. There is the exact right balance of structure and wishy-washiness to build off of. A sample selection of whatevers that have been built:
It’s sci-fi and spy gadgets when Peter builds technology that can interface with it.
It’s quasi-mystical when Kaine and Annie-May get stronger versions of it that give them literal psychic visions, or when you want to get mythological and start talking about all the spider-characters being part of a grand web of fate.
Kaine loses his and it becomes symbolic of a future newly unbound by constraints, entangled thematically with the improved physical health he picked up at the same time -- a loss presented as a gain.
Peter loses his and almost dies 782 times in one afternoon because that didn’t make the people he provoked when he had it stop trying to kill him, and also because he isn’t about to start “””taking the subway’’””’ “‘’“”to work”””’’” like some kind of loser who doesn’t get a heads up when he’s about to hit a pigeon at 50mph.
Peter’s starts tuning into his wife’s anxiety and it’s a tool in a relationship study.
It starts pinging whenever Peter’s near his boss who’s secretly been replaced by a shapeshifter and he IGNORES IT because his boss is enough of an asshole that that doesn’t strike him as weird; now it’s a comedy/irony tool.
Into the Spider-Verse made it this beautiful poetic thing connecting all the spider-heroes in the multiverse and stacked up a story on it about instant connection, loss, and incredibly unlikely strangers becoming a found family. It was also aesthetic as FUCK. Remember the scene where Miles just hears barely intelligible whispering that’s all lines people say later in the film and then his own voice very clearly says “look out” and then the room explodes?? Fuck!!!!
Venom becomes immune to it after hitchhiking to Earth in Peter’s bone juice and it makes him a unique threat while telling a more-homoerotic-than-I-assume-was-originally-intended story about violation and how close relationships can be dangerous when they go sour.
It doesn’t work on people you trust for maximum soap opera energy. Love the innate tragedy of this feature coming up.
IN CONCLUSION I don’t have much patience for writers who don’t take advantage of it, never mind feel they need to write around it.
#spiderman#peter parker#spiderverse#spidey#marvel#danny phantom#one day you'll see what i'm doing with it in the project i'm collabing on w/ my brother and then you'll all be sorry and hopefully impresse#mirrorfalls#asks answered#essays
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I saw a post recently by liisutoo which was rather triggering, talk about thoughts being reflected I was just thinking that maybe I am fooling myself and I am wasting time trying (even though I've had successes with the law as much as I keep telling myself that they were only coincidences) a moment before it was posted. Also liisutoo love, no offense if you read this, I have you feel better and get back on track soon ❤ any advice on thinking that this might not be working for some stuff or in general? Are these thoughts from a poor self concept? I am so confused with the whole ignoring the 3d. Some say ignore it completely, some say see it for what it is (past assumptions) and accept it but keep doing your techniques, others say that they have tried to ignore it completely and came up with jack shit 😂 how do you go about this?
I am sorry you are having a hard time right now. I think everyone should know it’s totally normal. I know Youtube coaches are super popular and they make manifesting seem so cut and dry. But for many of us, myself included, this journey just simply wasn’t so easy mentally. I’ve had some of my lowest moments on this journey, which I have shared before. And that’s okay. We can take it day by day and do what feels best to us. There’s no rush, no race. It’s okay to take a step back when you need to.
I think it is important to note that mental health shouldn’t be compromised for the law. Seeing how it is such a mental based practice, this is something that should not be pushed to the side. It is simply silly and unproductive to do so, no matter what any coaches say. The thing is, it’s about not using it as an excuse or a block. No, you don’t need to be in a certain mental space to finally get what you want. Don’t attach these two things together. You don’t have to. However, of course, having a good mental health is important period. I will say that in my low moments in the law, giving myself those days to have those complete meltdowns actually worked wonders. Even though in the thick of it, it seemed like it was doing nothing and like I was going nowhere. Now, I can look back and see how much it helped me to keep moving forward and release the old story more and more. If it helps to remember, God (who you really are), sees every state with unconditional love. We don’t need to judge ourselves so harshly.
Anyway, to answer your question: are these thoughts from a poor self concept? Absolutely. It’s also from a strong identification with the ego. Our Godself knows none of this is real and anything fear based simply isn’t true. When we allow ourselves to relax into the things that feel good, that are love, more and more... we allow the illusion to dissolve on it’s own. You know, the podcast episode I keep listening to lately always reminds me of this. We can feel the emotions all day but we have got to practice the first principle: be still and know. We don’t have to keep identifying with the fears, doubts, or questions. Emphasis on questions. We all get carried away by our questions and it’s time for us to give them a rest. It’s one thing if you’re a true beginner with the law, but another if you’ve been learning for months and still questioning. Continuing to do so just keeps you stagnant. Like another anon said a while ago. Constantly feeling the need to look for answers manifests you... the need to look for more answers. lmao We often fail to see they are their own block, because for some reason, there is no one to change but self is too daunting. We much rather read all the day, try every new technique for a couple days to 2 weeks, and then wonder what else is out there. We avoid doing the consistent work within.
I say that these thoughts are from a poor conception of self because they are. If you saw yourself as always getting what you want, as things coming easily for you, as being God (even in the moments you don’t feel you are), etc etc... would you still be singing this same tune? No. And the thing is, it is so much deeper than basics affirmations. This post literally says it all. You cannot just affirm for self concept and be like “omg I affirmed for self concept and nothing changed!” Like you literally, quite literally feel a shift within you. Suddenly you can’t complain about certain things anymore, because despite anything else, you know within... you truly feel within, that things are a certain way for you now. You actually won’t feel the need for 3D validation and yet you’re easily getting 3D validation anyway. That’s not to say you won’t have human moments. But suddenly, you’re no longer attaching those moments to your ability to have what you want. You already have it in your inner world! You have felt it in consciousness and that’s where it counts the most. It’s a lot more easy to remember in those moments, to take a step back. You start to realize it’s okay to just be, to do what you need to do and feel what you need to feel and it has nothing to do with the success of your manifestation. It’s already yours, it’s been within you this entire time. You are literally your desires. That’s why you have them. Changing your self concept literally makes this approach not seem so scary. It becomes bearable and then easier with practice.
When it comes to ignoring the 3D, as usual, do what works for you. For me, ignoring the 3D is just about letting it be and trying my best to mind my own damn business. LMAO Unless it’s showing me something that aligns with what I want to be experiencing, I practice not mentally getting too involved. I don’t try to change it by force and sometimes I don’t even bother revising if it feels like I’m revising out of resistance. I just let it be and return to my inner world, because consciousness is the only reality. Sometimes this is easier said than done. Whatever. I know I only get better the more I persist and I know I don’t need to be some extreme idea of perfect to be successful. I am already perfect right now and so are you. If we were not already perfect for our desires, we wouldn’t have them. It’s us that keeps the experiences we desire out of view. So it’s also us who has to allow them into view.
So to sum this up in a shortened version, if we would all just take a moment to take responsibility for ourselves and realize there is no one to change but self... and really commit to a focus on our inner worlds, we will finally get to experience the change we want in the 3D world. I promise, if you would only make this commitment to yourself you will see firsthand how the law works inside, out. It’s not outside, in. Surrender to this truth and it will get easier.
Just know, you are not alone in this. For everyone reading this, all of our mental efforts will bear the most delicious fruit. We will live the lives we have always wanted to live. It is ours, now. 💖
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Little Morgan Pt.2
Part 1
"Last box" my dad says setting it down on the ground.
"Thank you" I say setting it on top of the box he just set down.
"I'm going to ask you again" he says and I laugh.
"Don't, it's kind of too late now. I signed a one year lease. I'm super sure I want this, a year off to spend with you, Savannah and Hank and my younger brother or sister that's going to be born soon" I say.
"How do you know?" He asks and I laugh.
"I'm not dumb. I seen you drinking her wine all night after she drank her very small first glass and I put it together because Savannah not drinking wine is like me not finishing a book" I say and he laughs.
"I guess we should have been more subtle" he says.
"You were, I was just watching you guys" I say and he smiles at me.
"Do you need help unpacking?" He asks and his phone rings and I shake my head.
"No, I kind of don't want to rush through it because I've never actually settled anywhere on my own before so I'm excited to slowly put everything away" I say and he laughs shaking his head.
"You are so weird" he says.
"I know. I get it from my dad" I say and he kisses my head.
"I have to go get Savannah to the doctors, here are your keys and you can give me the u-haul keys so I can take it back and get my car" he says and I go into the kitchen grabbing them and I hand them to him.
"See you tomorrow?" He asks and I nod.
"Only if you're cooking something good" I say laughing.
"I'll let Savannah know" he says walking out and I lock the door behind him.
A week later
"Get back here Gatsby" I yell as he slips out the apartment door when I try to bring my groceries in and I sigh in frustration as I go inside quickly putting my groceries on the cabinet and I go to the door to pick up the other ones.
"Excuse me ma'am, we stopped your cat. We heard you yelling after him when we were headed out" he says and I look up to see Spencer.
"Spencer, hi" I say.
"Yn? You live here?" he asks and I nod smiling at him.
"Yeah, I moved in last week" I say.
"I wonder why my dad didn't tell me you lived in the building" I say.
"Oh no one knows, I just recently moved and no ones been around yet" he says.
"Makes sense" I say and the little boy with him smiles at me and I smile at him.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"I'm Henry" he says.
"Well Henry it's nice to meet you, I'm Yn" I say.
"Nice to meet you too" he says.
"Thanks for saving my cat by the way, I would have been lost without him" I say and he smiles at me.
"No problem" he says.
"Uncle Spencer has your cat so I can help you with your groceries" he says and I smile at him.
"If he says it's okay" I say and he looks up at him, pulling a face.
"Of course you can help" he says.
"Be careful, there's boxes everywhere" I say and he grabs some bags going into the house and I go in behind him and Spencer follows me in.
"I can take Gatsby" I tell Spencer and he hands him over.
"That's his name?" Henry asks and I nod.
"After my favorite book" I say and Henry runs out to grab the other bags.
"So Uncle Spencer?" I ask and he nods smiling at me.
"He's JJ and Will's son" he says.
"I can see that. They have two boys right?" I ask and he nods.
"Henry and Michael" he says and I nod.
“Yes, that’s it" I say.
"I'm still trying to learn everyone and about them but it's a lot at once" I say laughing.
"How long are you out here?" He asks.
"I'm leasing for a year. Taking some much needed time off. But hey thank you for saving my cat, you should let me cook you dinner" I say.
"You don't have to, it's no problem" he says and I shake my head.
"I insist. Could I possibly guilt you into joining me if I tell you I need the human interaction because I'm talking to Gatsby like he's a human" I say giggling.
"You can definitely guilt me into joining you for dinner" he says laughing and I smile at him.
"We can use this dinner as an opportunity to exchange stories because Spencer Reid there's something about you that I can't get enough of" I say smiling and Henry runs back into the room.
"Okay I'm ready to go home now" he says.
"Thank you for your help Henry" I say going to my wallet.
"I'm giving you this as a thank you" I say handing him a ten.
"Thank you. The next time you need help with groceries let me know" he says and I laugh.
"You'll be the first person I call" I say and he grabs Spencer's hand.
"Six tomorrow?" I ask.
"Works for me" he says and I nod showing them to the door.
Seven rolls by and I sit at the table still not having heard from Spencer and I sigh knowing that he probably just got busy and I pull out my phone
You
Hey just checking in making sure you're alright. Haven't heard from you all day
I wait and it just says delivered so I click my phone off and I stand up because I know what this is, growing up with my dad I know there were a lot of things planned that never came to fruition, promises broken, hearts broken and I don't know if I want to put myself through that willingly if I don't have to.
I pour the wine back into the bottle and I put the cork back in and I grab the plates and I empty them into a Tupperware container and I put the garlic bread on the side and I put the lid on and put the plates in the sink and I go finish cleaning off the table and someone urgently knocks on my door and I go over and I open it and it's Spencer "hey I'm so sorry" he says moving his hair out of his face.
"The case ran over and my phone was dead and I couldn't text you to let you know" he says.
"It's okay" I say nodding at him.
"I'll see you around" I say going to shut the door but he stops it.
"I know I probably screwed up the chance of getting to know you but I wanted you to know that I was really excited" he says.
"I'm sure you can understand my hesitation here Spencer. I grew up with my dad working the job you're working and I was hurt and let down a lot more times than I can count and if it's going to be like that I'm going to stop this before I get too involved and end up with my heartbroken because I have to be with someone who isn't all work" I say.
"I understand and you deserve someone who can be there when you need them. Have a good night" he says stepping back.
"Goodnight Spence" I say shutting the door and I go get in the bed, completely upset.
I go to take the neighbors some food at the same time Spencer comes out of his apartment "hey" he says.
"Hi" I say smiling at him.
"It's been a while. How are you?" I ask finally speaking after avoiding him for two weeks.
"I'm good. You?" He asks and I nod at him.
"Where are you headed?" I ask.
"Just to grab a coffee" he says.
"Mind if I join?" I ask and he quickly shakes his head.
"I don't mind at all" he says.
"Give me a second and let me grab my coat" I say and he nods and I run into my apartment and I come back out.
"Hey I want to apologize" I say sighing when I meet back up with him.
"For what?" He asks.
"The night we were supposed to be having dinner" I say.
"I was in my feelings and that's not how I really felt but I was too prideful to talk to you and fix things and I want to go again, to restart and see where this could take us" I say and he smiles at me.
"You have no reason to be sorry, it was on me. But if you want to go again. Will you grab some coffee with me?" He asks and I nod.
"I'd love too" I say and I grab his hand intertwining our fingers, leading us to the coffee shop down the street.
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I've decided to watch MacGyver from the beginning (again), and I'm live tweeting the experience with every tweet tagged with #savemacgyver. I thought it would be fun to share my collected thoughts from the episodes on here as well.
My Thoughts on S1E2, "Metal Saw"
Seriously love the music in this show!
THE FREAKING BELT GRAB. You can tell they've done this kind of thing before.
I always love it when Jack and Mac have heart-to-hearts in the middle of super intense, dangerous situations. Like... it's sweet, but time and place, guys?
"Hi, I'm Jack." Nervous Jack is bebby.
Ew, sweat. Like, I know it's "realism" to have sweat stains on clothes in situations like these, but that's one bit of realism I can always do without. Gross.
Is that a bit of PTSD I'm seeing with Mac there on the couch? That's a kind of realism I can always get behind.
Riley finding Mac and Boze in that compromising position will never not be funny. "But he was on top." I love Riley more every episode.
Riley is a really good liar from day one.
I love the joke about ex-cons benefiting from being in relationships with stable people (i.e., fake boyfriend Bozer), then the immediate cut to Bozer with his whole arm inside the vending machine. Great stuff.
Love the Riley and Bozer bonding... right up until the cringe-tastic "Slide me your digits."
"Soon, I'm gonna woo you the same way Romeo would have wooed Juliet if they had Snapchat back in the Renaissance." Bozer and his surprisingly accurate pickup lines. The Renaissance did in fact start in Italy around the 14th century, when R&J is thought to take place.
I love all this psychoanalyzing of Mac. "Adapting is his survival mechanism." Also I'm living for Jack sticking up for Mac to Patti.
"This place has been searched by everybody and their dog." Is this a Texas thing or an old guy saying? Either way it's great.
Nothing beats the early days of Mac and Jack. Nothing. I wish we had gotten more interactions where Jack has to parent Mac: "Stop touching that. Look at me." ❤️❤️❤️
Jack so concerned about Mac and putting on the kid gloves = everything I could have ever asked for and more.
Jack has such a big heart. Poor guy, the look on his face when he sees that the reporter is actually Sarah...
Paperclip sculptures: When I first started watching the show, I thought they were lame. Now I miss them so much. Does that mean I've gotten lamer or that they were always cool and I was always lame?
"Closest time I ever came to coming home in a box." Oof. This line hits different now, and not in a good way.
I just love how Jack is this big tough ex-Delta who is so open about his emotions, particularly with Mac. And the way Mac reassures him... Their bromance is top-tier.
"Oh, like when they invented fire!" Another zinger.
Mac grabbing that giant cigar right out of that dude's mouth 😂😂😂
Love some good fight-scene Mac whump! 👏👏👏 And bar fights are always a blast!
Riley with the car door - such a boss. "What? You told me to stay in the car, and I did."
I've seen some people say they don't like S1 Mac's hair. I kind of dig it, to be honest. He looks like he's 5, but I love it.
Mac has made a lot of DIY cutting torches in his time, but they never get less impressive.
Jack trusting Mac to save Sarah while he keeps watch is just *chef's kiss*!
These early episodes have so many MacGyverisms. One right after the other. It's awesome.
I've never been a big fan of the dark either, Mac.
The first scene with Mac and Sarah is so beautifully tense and whumpy (he way he scrabbles for purchase, gasps for breath, that hitch in his voice as he tries to squeak out Jack's name) that I had to rewind and watch it again.
The hopeful disbelief in her voice: "Jack Dalton came for me?"
Sarah can kick some serious ass. I can see why Jack likes her. Too bad she's about to lead him on the rest of the episode, while actually having a fiance...
Sarah: *leans out of car, shooting her weapon with deadly, terrifying precision* Riley: I agree, this woman should not have kids. 😂 Everything that comes out of Riley's mouth is gold.
Riley asleep in the back of the car while Mac sits quietly and Jack and Sarah have a sweet moment is like mom and dad with the kids in the backseat. Except mom has a fiance and hasn't told dad yet, even though she's had ample opportunity.
Because seriously, Sarah. It's not that hard to tell him the truth. Giving him those big eyes and flirting with him, thinking he has a chance is just cruel. I have never liked her character, and this is why.
Mac and Jack giggling about Jack's crush on Sarah like middle-school girls is life.
"You're just gonna have to let that go." Man, I love their relationship.
Gosh, the scene where they find Luis always hurts so badly. These early episodes did not play around.
"There isn't always time to beg some suit back home for permission to do what's right." I'm not a fan of Sarah, but I love this line. Also, this is pretty much the synopsis of the whole show.
Riley's hair used to be so LONG! 😍
The loyalty of these three! And I love the OG trio so much.
This sleazy guy in the computer place makes my skin crawl.
Love how Patti's like, "Mac will be back by then." Not Jack, not Riley. Just Mac. Can we say teacher's pet? I actually lowkey love this though.
"Who is this guy?" Much like Doctor Who's "It's bigger on the inside," I never get tired of people being equally amazed and confused at the stuff Mac can do.
I've never been the biggest car chase junkie, but Barrios jumping over the car using that log in the road is pretty dope.
Sarah's rage is chilling. And Jack talking her down breaks me every time.
Again, I love the loyalty of our team. Everyone sticks up for each other, ending with Mac's totally unbelievable but still somehow 100% genuine "It was me. I forced them." TOO good.
First mention of Oversight this early. Just thinking about who it is that doesn't like unsanctioned ops just makes me 😤 I wonder if the writers knew who OS was at this point or if it was a later development.
I do wish we could have gotten more conspiratorial, approving Patti. She's so much better than expressionless, bland Patti.
The way Sarah never told Jack about her fiance Jeff (who is in fact a cinnamon roll but still a discount Jack) pisses me off. "I tried to tell you." Yeah, right. It's not that hard to say, "Yo, I'm in a relationship."
Jack NEVER should have found out about Jeff the way he did. There's no excuse.
It's not okay, Jack. She did you wrong. You didn't deserve that. Stand up for yourself, man. Gosh, he's so broken here, and I hate it.
"At least we have each other... Don't look at me. I know how weird it sounded." THESE TWO I SWEAR 🤣🤣🤣
Poor Mac. I do love how we get his obsessive tendencies so early in the show, and how they keep coming back, even as late as season 5. As someone with clinically diagnosed OCD, this makes me feel seen and I love being able to relate to my favorite character.
Love the found family antics at the end. Riley and Bozer making dinner while Mac and Jack play basketball? Perfection.
Lol, Bozer calling Riley a "caramel goddess" has such Schmidt/Cece vibes from New Girl, and I dig it!
Ew. More sweat. I know some people find sweaty men attractive, but that is NOT my vibe. I prefer my men clean and freshly laundered.
The way Riley glances back over her shoulder at them as she walks away, as if to make sure they're really there, that this is actually real!!!
"That's not even... that's true, actually. That's sad." Jack 🤣 Also, "I'm hungry." Big mood.
As a Grandpa Harry stan from the OG show, I eat up any mention of him in the new one. I just wish we'd gotten more of that wonderful man in the reboot. Still, I'll take what I can get!
I'd honestly forgotten how much I enjoy this episode! So solid, full of bromance, found family, and lots of good-natured bickering. Can't wait to watch the next one, hopefully tomorrow! In the meantime, please keep fighting for our show! Together we can #savemacgyver!
If anyone wants to join me in my re-watching and tweeting adventure, please do! It's my way to take about an hour a day in my busy, busy life to commit to the #savemacgyver movement. (And to enjoy my favorite show yet again!) If you do tweet as you watch, make sure to tag EVERY tweet with ONLY #savemacgyver so we can keep that hashtag trending! :)
Thanks for letting me share my (numerous) thoughts on this episode. This was really fun, and I hope it's something you all enjoy, too. I'd love to know what you all think of the episode in the comments! ❤️
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04: LETTERS TO NOBODY OR MAYBE MAYARI
Seal stamps, stamps with whatever designs, papers and pens, stickers, pictures, dried flowers, heartwarming messages, and a lot more.
When was the last time you wrote something on a literal piece of paper for someone?
Have you ever personally given someone a handwritten letter or sent it from the post office?
Is writing a letter still a thing today, or you just use whatever app you have because what is the point if other ways are more convenient, right?
Maybe, you are more the vocal type of person and, you just say what you feel instead of writing it down?
Perhaps, you are none of the above because what is important is your presence in their lives and, that is more than enough?
Still, how lovely it is to keep something that has sentimental value. It unnecessarily means that you are hoarding something because what's to not treasure from precious memories in a small piece of paper in an envelope?
This story is for those who never get tired of expressing themselves in whatever form they know, but most especially to those who write.
May you never run out of papers, inks, and thoughts to compose. to more unforgotten memories preserved in letters.
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To: Mayari.
How are you? I wish things were getting better, just like what I always pray. These days, sleeping at night suddenly became serene as well as waking up in the morning. Sometimes my days are dull and typical...I believe? But most of the time, it's either I'm feeling blue or extra sad, or was that the same? I kept on blaming the pandemic, but for real, I'm just a mess. Silent battles are truly tough. I wish I had the courage and strength just like yours. Be safe. Stay sane. I'm really trying my best to be legit all right.
With so much love and kindness always and all ways,
Liway.
Liway is the name, exhausted with life. Mayari, someone out there, maybe a supreme being or plausibly not always receives Liway's letters. Sometimes Liway writes 10 messages at once and sometimes none at all. Mayari is the only recipient of such letters that even Liway never knew they were received by the random recipient it thought was just nobody. It all genuinely started on having a recipient written on the "To:" part at the post office. Though seriously, it doesn't even have any home address. It's super weird that it's for Mayari and no address, and were received.
HOW?
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To: Mayari.
The night has come. This time, it feels heavier than usual. Tears are suddenly falling. I noticed that an unwelcome visitor came. The familiar pain is hugging me again, so tight that breathing is getting harder. I hate everything. Yet, I came to realize a lot of things. Afterward, I'm feeling blessed and grateful. Am I getting crazy? Before I went to bed, at the dinner table, I felt uncomfortable with the conversation we had, my family, about myself back then. I really hate it when they keep on bringing up what happened in the past. I already moved on... I think... so can they stop mentioning those moments? Honestly, whenever anything from the past is introduced again and remembered, I tend to feel like it just happened yesterday. Everything is coming back so fresh and new; fun, pain, sweats, and tears. I hate it.
PS. Mayari, can you send me some courage? Preferably in capsules, So I can have it in my intakes and be sure I'll be really having it in my system literally.
With so much love and kindness always and all ways,
Liway.
Continues writing so many letters filled with how living is like. Liway felt tired and exhausted. A few days ago, it was super overwhelmed that crying is unavoidable. Then this morning, Ms. Walmy called for a little chat and checking up because it's never too bad to check up on somebody, most especially when you're a counselor. It's your job, so uh? Anyway, though Liway was out of focus on the call, it was able to be accomodating and warm in return. It reciprocated the thoughtfulness with a sweet smile.
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To: Mayari
Hey! Today I was mad because firsthand, I experienced that thing I usually hear from other people. The "don't-post-something-revealing-on-social-media-but-love-yourself-but-that's-not-appropriate". Well, I don't even know why I'm reacting super outrage towards it. Because knowing that my family is just concerned for me since the internet is frankly scary. I mean, I did nothing wrong, so why? Maybe deciding to be confident on the internet is not necessary for them. But for me, it is! So how should I deal with this? A friend consoled me, and I feel better. Still tho, my mood is already ruined. Oh gosh.
With so much love and kindness always and all ways,
Liway.
Welcoming a new week, the usual Liway is busy with the household chores. Some may find it stressful, but this one is pretty different. Scrubbing the floor, washing the dishes, brooming on the side. Later on, folding the clothes, fixing the bed, and a lot more things. It looks like it'll be tiring its body out until the nose bleeds, and passing out is the last resort to rest. How come it's easier to clean an actual mess than the one inside the head and heart?
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To: Mayari.
Beloa visited me today. My childhood and the only friend left I have up to this day from elementary school. If you get what I mean? It's been a long time since we had a chat, especially that things are super complicated these days. She's doing really well, and I couldn't be more proud. I'm still amazed at how we manage to be friends because we both don't like each other to begin with. It's so funny that we even pulled each other's hair in the 4th grade while the class is taking the annual picture for the school year remembrance. What are the odds in this even, right? HAHAHA. Today was warm and bright.
With so much love and kindness always and all ways,
Liway.
Dates suddenly don't vary in these letters. Even the concept of time is somehow gone. What's important is regardless of not having these "important details" like the usual, Liway can keep up and be consistent in sending its letters. Liway never missed a chance to send a letter to the address less recipient, which left the post office staff to ponder with it. But as time goes by, Alle, the clerk, is no more surprised 'coz she's used to everything now. The envelopes unfailingly vanished the moment it was dropped inside the mailing box. Indeed, a magical mailbox.
^^^
To: Mayari.
I never knew how amazing pretending could be. You know that thing where someone usually says I'm okay, but really not? The inner saboteur that was triggered by their trauma is real-real-real. A car is useless when it's not moving if you wanted to travel to faraway places. Does that make sense?
PS. It sucks that our bathroom is the only "semi-safe space".
With so much love and kindness always and all ways,
Liway.
Polar bears are really fascinating. They get to hibernate. Then, after the time being, back on hunting and living their lives. Ligaya was one of Liway's hero. A lot knew Ligaya for being a superhero, although she does not have that fantasy powers. Just like the polar bears, too, Ligaya has been hibernating for quite some time but kept on saying that she was not. Liway saw it all. Maybe a bear's hibernation is different from a human-being, hmm?
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To: Mayari.
IDK what to say, but I just wanted to be consistent at the very least in sending you letters.
PS. The radio was broken, but in my head, it's working. It kept on playing nonstop music. Is this a poetic way of saying I'm overthinking things?
With so much love and kindness always and all ways,
Liway.
^^^
To: Mayari.
A lot happened lately. Somebody lost a precious one, and here I am, having a renaissance moment. It's a crazy ride, but for all it's worth, the pea has grown into a beautiful plant. Hope it made sense coz finally, everything is making sense to me now. Little by little, slowly and surely.
With so much love and kindness always and all ways,
Liway.
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To: Mayari
Hey!! I hope you are doing great!!! These days, everything felt surreal. I get to be active everywhere. It's draining, yet I feel so alive than ever. I had this thought that time is indeed just a concept, hmm? I mean, anytime is the right time to do what you want and whatever it is. Nothing is too late, most especially when it comes to growth. OH, being late in class still counts but FOR REAL RIP TO THE ONLINE CLASS SETUP -_-
PS. May we never run out of time to be the best versions of ourselves. LOVE WHOEVER YOU WANT. fck the situation, but SOON, GO ANYWHERE YOU WANT. SPEND FOR YOURSELF AND FOR YOUR LOVED ONES. FEEL EVERYTHING.
PSS. May we leave this world with fewer regrets and more amazing memories.
With so much love and kindness always and all ways,
Liway.
Quite a lot of letters were already sent. The post office is getting more and more letters, as well as Mayari. Still, NO REPLY. Maybe some other, Liway will be able to hear Mayari's words.
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To: Mayari.
*here's an envelope just in case you want to write me something*
With so much love annd kindness always and all ways,
Liway.
'Tis the season to be jolly. LOL Nah. Liway has been out for the past weeks. By out, means on a hibernation mode. A L O T R E A L L Y happened. It's hard to put it into words. I guess Liway will end these letter-sending shenanigans or just lazy and trying to give out some excuses //
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To: Mayari.
Ever since I was taught how to move around the kitchen, I've been assigned to be Mom's assistant while cooking for the feast every event/occasion we'll be celebrating. It's tiring but super fun. Getting your fingers bleed and while unaware is cool LOL~
PS. Why does it feel so good to overthink things while doing the dishes? What's with that scenario.........
With so much love and kindness always and all ways,
Liway.
Tireless hands, heart, and mind with countless thoughts and feelings, papers, and pens everywhere—WRITING; it surely is one of the best ways to vent. Though letters can’t hug and wipe one's tears, witness waves of laughter, ease the pain, and such, the comfort from every word written is more than enough.
Suddenly time barge in and reminded me that this is enough. THIS IS ENOUGH FOR 2020...
A new chapter has arrived, and maybe it's time to move forward. Maybe this is where it all gonna stop for a while. I mean, writing is somehow tiring, literally. Probably, Mayari might reply with the number of letters sent anytime soon, so maybe waiting is all that needed.
No rush in moving on.
MAY YOU GET THE REPLY YOU LONG FOR SO LONG.
PRIORITIZE YOURSELF AND HAVE COURAGE.
BE KIND ALWAYS AND ALL WAYS.
💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
Little did nobody know, Liway is writing a letter to her "ideal" self.
The letter-sending-to-nobody thingy of Liway is really mind-boggling, right?
Mayari is Liway. Liway is Mayari.
The things that Liway wanted to say but cannot articulate well were always sent to Mayari. Mayari is the version of Liway it wishes to become in the future.
The weak Liway longs and hopes to have "that" someone by her side to look up to. That's why she always writes letters and keeps them in the memory box.
The post office thingy was actually her shared room at home: the table at the corner with no lights but so much mess. It's that post office.
It's pandemic, so how can a post office be open and how brave she is to go out, right?
That saying, "be the hero you wanted to have when you were little", is the best explanation of Liway's way of venting and expressing.
Nobody knows when Mayari will come to life because it's no certainty that we can be the ideal self we all wanted to happen.
For now, Liway is fighting her battles and screaming louder to the universe,
UNTIL WHEN DO I HAVE TO FEEL THIS WAY?
To be continued...
Happy New Year, Mayari. ✨💜
This is like an excerpt from my quarantine shenanigans for 2020 LOL.
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Got any jeremwood ideas rattling around your brain? I've been craving battle buddies (lately, but also always), smooches ideally
You know, friend? I’ve had Battle Buddies in the back of my brain a lot recently and like nothing for them to do? But then in the shower this morning I had an Idea.
These two idiots working for their respective agencies or units and have the Worst Bosses whether through sheer incompetence or design. (Laziness or greed and not their problem if some asshole agents/operatives bit it on their watch. Hell, might be for the best if they do, if the WB is corrupt or working for the Enemy whoever that is.)
Ryan, well he’s in a Bad Place because some missions that Went Wrong and his name’s not worth much in their world anymore, right? Everyone thinks he’s either the worst kind of jinx with how many missions/operations go to shit when he’s around or he’s on the Enemy’s payroll. (Whoever that may be.)
Jeremy?
Young and stupid and got into some shit he shouldn’t have and it was this or jail and for whatever reason this seemed like the better deal. (Tell that to his scars or nightmares or shortened life-span whenever that shitball mission that gets him killed way before his time rolls around, though.)
They’re both stuck where they are and (more or less) resigned to it.
Ryan’s got Plans, though, on how to get out of his situation. Intel and Secrets he’s been gathering for years hoping to expose the people behind whatever gave him a bad reputation. (He spins it like that in his head sometimes, tries to make it about himself and not the others, the good people he’s known, who got killed by these assholes because otherwise he might abandon the long game he’s been playing for years and go in guns blazing. (OR the equivalent.)
Jeremy’s got an idea or two, but they keep reassigning him or the people he trusts to help him and he’s not sure what the safest way to do this is anymore. (Oh, he’s not worried for himself, but Matt and Trevor? Yeah. Big, big worries about those two assholes and how easy it would be for them to have “accidents” if he fucks up, so. Yeah.)
ANYWAY.
Their bosses have been working them hard for a few months (months, years, it all blurs together you know?) and they get some downtime before a Big Mission.
Conveniently (Plot Reasons) they’re in the same city at the time, because of course they are. Last stop coming back from a shitty mission to go to HQ to brief for the next shitty mission and their flight isn’t until the next day or something along those lines. (PLOT REASONS.)
Ryan gets a message telling him to meet a contact who might be able to help him with his own secret mission at a shady club somewhere. Jeremy – fuck.
He just wants a drink, and if he runs into someone to spend the night with that’s a bonus. (All this stress from the last however long and knowing he’s probably going to be dead by the end of the week, and why the fuck not, right?)
SO.
They both end up at the same club (PLOT REASONS) and Ryan’s contact never shows, so he just. Fuck, he’s already there and the diet soda’s flowing and just.
He doesn’t even know, is the thing.
Doesn’t want to go back to the shithole he’s been staying at because it’s bugged to high hell and it’s always entertaining to people watch. (Entertaining and keeps his skills sharp, two birds and all that.)
After a while he notices this one guy, right? Short as hell but there’s just something about him that makes you forget that – might be the fact he’s about to get into a fucking fight with some asshole hassling a couple of women. (Young, college age or thereabouts and looking around for the bouncer who’s been MIA for a while now.)
No one else seems willing to get involved, deescalate things or back the short fucker up, so Ryan tosses back the last of his drink (and fuck, fuck, don’t do that again because oh, God, the carbonation,) and goes over to help.
He doesn’t catch what the drunk asshole says – music’s too loud and there are people all over the fucking place – but he hears the short guy laugh. This bark, really, sounds like he’s heard the best damn joke ever – and hauls back and decks the drunk asshole without dropping that bright, friendly smile of his.
Fucking goes for it, you know? Perfect form and in the back of Ryan’s head he knows it’s weird to be hung up on that, but he’s too busy watching the short bastard turn to handle the drunk asshole’s friend to be bothered by that. (Also, making his way through the crowd to help, all “Pardon me,” and, “Passing through, don’t mind me, ladies,” and so on.
By the time he reaches the short bastard (of course it’s Jeremy) Jeremy’s taken care of two more assholes and all that’s left for Ryan to do is trip the last idiot running into the fight so he falls on his face and just kind of stays there, too drunk to realize what just happened and overall just dumb.
Jeremy’s got all this adrenaline running through him and turns to face Ryan, thinking he’s just another asshole (he’s not wrong on that one, but Ryan’s a different kind of asshole, so…) and Ryan gives him this dumb smile and holds his hands up.
“Whoa, hey,” he says, and he’s laughing a little because Jeremy looks like he’s about to go for his damn throat. “I was going to lend you a hand with these idiots, but it looks like you have everything under control.”
Jeremy stares at him because what? After a moment what Ryan says actually registers and he looks around at the drunk assholes picking themselves up off the ground (or helping their buddies who Jeremy knocked the fuck out) scurry off with their tails between their legs.
And then it’s mutual staring because Idiots, and the women Jeremy helped clear their throats and thank him before wandering off.
More staring?
Jeremy looking Ryan over like hey, okay, not bad on the eyes, and he doesn’t seem like an asshole? Meanwhile Ryan’s like oh, no because Jeremy’s also not hard on the eyes and it’s been a while for him and how do social interaction with someone who’s not a contact or target or WB?
Thankfully Jeremy is less of a human disaster (not by much, but it’s enough) and they wander off to a quiet table somewhere. Ryan gets another diet soda and Jeremy gets his drink and they chitchat for a while, Jeremy getting a wee bit tipsy and Ryan getting a wee bit more oh, no because Jeremy’s nice and funny and laughs at Ryan’s dumb jokes even though they’re both well aware how terrible they are?
And then!
Just when they’re about to maybe get around to the your place or mine bit of the conversation, they both notice some Shady Dealings going on.
Too well-trained not to notice, and Ryan’s like well, shit and makes up some lame excuse to go check on things, not knowing he beat Jeremy to it by mere seconds.
Ryan goes all Sekrit Agent/operative with the stealthily following/eavesdropping whatever while Jeremy does the same. (Due to Plot Reasons they don’t spot one another right away because Plot Reasons.)
The stalking continues long enough for them to realize some serious shit is going down – maybe ties into their respective missions, maybe not.
Shenanigans in which they lose the guy’s they’re tailing and round a corner to run into one another and don’t recognize one another at first, just think they’re baddies?
Some hand-to-hand Sekrit Agent fighty stuff until Ryan manages to pin Jeremy (height/weight advantage or something, and Jeremy’s still got that alcohol slowing his reflexes and just, yes) and then Ryan’s like - !!! because it’s the guy from the club?
Jeremy totally gave him a fake name – old habits and Ryan still doesn’t believe anyone would be so cruel to name their kid Rimmy Tim, but whatever.
ANYWAY.
Jeremy is likewise !!! because what are the odds, right? (Ryan also gave him a fake name, and no one names their kid Reggie or whatever, but the hell does he know?)
Some Suspicion because what are the odds, indeed. Also, their respective situations and career choice make trust a hard thing to earn and all that, but before they can get too deeply into the do they or don’t they of trusting one another the actual baddies find them.
Thought they were being followed and better check it out, and anyway, there’s the usual shootout/hide behind cover and snark back and forth before one of them gets a flesh wound and they manage to escape.
Go to some cheap motel – God knows wherever they’ve been staying isn’t safe or secure – bugged to hell and who the fuck knows what else – to patch one another up. Offer some truth – sekrit agent/operatives and (technically) on the same side and the baddies are definitely NOT on their side and too much Good Guys NOT to look into things even if they’re on their own?
And wouldn’t you know it, they both know where to get their hands on the weapons gear they’re going to need to deal with things in the city and it’s just.
The two of them working together – and totally flirting because there are no rules tonight, you know? They’re probably (definitely) going to get themselves killed doing this and no WB breathing down their necks and their next mission probably would have killed them anyway.
Super competent sekrit agent/operative stuff with the track jig down the baddies and finding out what they’re doing (weapons trades or national secrets, something blah, blah, blah,) and being all oh no, that’s hot when one of them shows their competence or does some cool sekrit agent/operative thing?
Also bantering and realizing that while this is the worst idea either of them has ever had, it’s also the most fun?
(Which is sad because wow, they’ve wasted a lot of their lives working for assholes, but whatever.)
Before they go in for the climactic fight or whatever, they’re like, fuck it and kiss because might as well at this point, right?
Probably going to die, and if they don’t it’s not going to hurt. (They were thinking about the whole one-night stand thing before the sekrit agent/operative shit happened, so yeah.)
Action scene like whoa in which there is shooting and yelling and (flesh wounds on Ryan and Jeremy’s part because I’m a sucker for those, sorry friend) and one of them being held at gunpoint, because of course they are.
The thing where their eyes meet and the one being held at gunpoint by the Head Baddy (Jeremy, it’s totally Jeremy) is all “Do it,” or “This isn’t your fault,” or something else the Good Guy always says in this situation? And Ryan starts to lower his gun because he can’t let the HB kill him?
And just when the HB is all gloaty mcgloaterson, Ryan whips out a throwing knife and gets him in the throat, saving Jeremy’s life and making the HB super dead.
The !!! moment of realizing wow, he’s not dead? And Ryan being like wow, it actually worked? Neat! And then the two of them staring at one another like what now?
Which, of course, is when the sekrit agents/operatives who have been watching HB and their cronies this whole time show up.
Geoff and his idiots and just. The fuck did you two do? (~Ruined months of work on Gavin and Michael’s part, since they’ve been working on getting HB and their people with the weapons trade/national secret thing and goddamn, what the fuck you two?)
Ryan and Jeremy being all ??? while Geoff’s people swarm the area and get shunted off to a little gray room somewhere for debriefing/interrogation thinking they’re really fucked this time? Sit there for hours and hours and hours. (Chitchat and banter and try not to think about what’s going to happen to them now.)
But of course not. (Because Plot Reasons.)
Geoff sweeps in with Jack and they have a nice chat about things.
The shit Ryan and Jeremy did with HB and their people, and their respective situations with their agencies/units and what do they say about working for Geoff instead?
“Uh,” and “What?”, and “Are you high?”
Because look.
No way their respective agencies/units are going to let them go knowing what they do, right? Shady as hell and corrupt and they’d rather see Ryan and Jeremy dead than let them tell anyone what’s been going on. (Have been trying for a while, actually, but they’re stubborn bastards.)
Geoff rolling his eyes and asking them if they’d like to work for him if he helped them take care of their respective agencies/units because he’s had his people looking into things since Ryan and Jeremy stumbled into their operation and the things they found, you know?
Still.
Best deal they’ve been offered – and who knows, they might live through it – so they say yes.
Geoff is delighted because he’s been meaning to deal with their agencies/units but hasn’t had the time with other shit going on. But with them on board it’ll go faster, or something?
Whatever.
Jeremy won’t do it unless Geoff gets Matt and Trevor out of his agency/unit – which he does because they’re useful bastards. (Also, like hell would he have left them there once he found out what was going on.)
Ryan’s own people (the ones still alive) were out of the line of fire before now, so he’s good to go.
Geoff (who doesn’t realize what he’s done, but when he does? ALL the regret) introduces them to Gavin and Michael and everyone else and it’s pretty much a disaster in the best way.
They get teamed up because everyone's impressed with what they managed to do and all that. Work together for a few months with the flirting and banter before they finally go on a date-thing?
Like.
Flirting’s easy, comes with the territory, but actual FEELINGs and whatnot are complicated and stupid hard. (...that’s what she said.)
Takes a close call to make them realize they’re wasting time better spent NOT being dumbasses (and maybe one of the others says as much) and then it’s some blurted invitation to coffee or burgers or whatever and this date...thing.
It gets ruined, of course, because enemies from their past pop up and shoot at them and then shenanigans? But they smooch somewhere in there and get other the awkward stage of being them and not knowing how to do FEELINGS and like. Save the day, but also smooch, idk, you know how these things go.
And then everyone makes fun of them for forever for not figuring their shit out before then, and also a lot of death-defying shenanigans and explosions and sekrit agent/operative fun-times???
#ragehappy#jeremwood#battle buddies#anon#prompt fills#technically not a fic#vagrant fic#sekrit agents aus#Anonymous
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nct dream as your best friends
hellabts? i don’t know her lol. in this house we support nct.
this is probably one of my most favourite things i've ever posted tbh, this was so fun to make and i could have made them way longer but i suppose there may be a 2.0 version in the future. i tried to make it a best friends version but honestly it could also be “nct dream as your boyfriend” lol anyway enjoy!
ps i also tried to make it as gender neutral as possible so please tell me if i've accidentally used a female pronoun :)
masterlist: here!
MARK
you probably wouldn't hang out often bc you’re both busy
but you’re still super close friends
he would message you every five minutes to tell you what he was currently doing
you're his #1 hype man/woman and this would definitely make him blush
he 100% had a very obvious crush on you and no one would be surprised if he still does
gets super shy when the members ask about you
he just thinks you're so great
whenever someone asks him what he likes about you he just goes speechless because there's so many things he could list
lowkey writes you letters about how much he appreciates you but never gives them to you because he thinks you'll find them weird or silly
when you were first introduced to haechan you thought he'd hate you lol
but he respects that you've been there for mark when he couldn't be and he knows that mark would be devistated if his two best friends didn't get along
lowkey like to gang up with haechan to tease mark
so he knows he’s in trouble if you’re hanging out with haechan
“nooo haechan is corrupting you! he’s turning you into the devil!1!1″
always sharing food with you, will go out of his way to buy you snacks and act like it wasn't a big deal even if he had to go far to get you said snacks
likes sharing his headphones/music with you because you're always enthusiastic to hear what new tunes he's listening to lately
also shares his class notes with you even if he doesn't understand the content
he will literally write notes in his best pen and make them look pretty because he knows that you'll ask to see his notes lol
RENJUN
always teases you about not having a boyfriend/girlfriend even though he’s single himself like boi what
"look, that person looks nice, why don't you go say hi? or, even better, i can be your wingman and introduce you to them!"
bad idea, don't let renjun be your wingman. not only does he embarrass you (maybe accidentally or intentionally, at this point you can't even tell), but the person will probably be more interested in getting his number than yours (but it's okay, the single life is treating you well)
but if you were to get a significant other he would be like "lol nope this isn't happening i cannot deal with this!"
he wouldn't be able to stand you paying more attention to someone else than him
he'd try to be cool about it, he'd convince himself that it's fine, but the members would constantly ask him why he's so cranky lol
he'd try to convince himself that he doesn't need to see you 24/7 anyway, but the next minute he would be triple texting you asking whether you wanted to hang out
he’d be really jealous but if the person made you happy he would be okay with it. we love a supportive friend
same thing if you were to have an argument, he'd be salty for like an hour tops but then he'd get bored and text you as if nothing happened
likes to send you really unflattering selfies
he'd teach you chinese if you asked him, but he wouldn't teach basic phrases
he would teach you swear words and insults and words you'd never use like "socialism" or "beekeeper"
“renjun i’m never going to need to say this though”
“but what if a beekeeper tries to get you into socialism? at least you’ll know how to say 去你妈的. bet you didn’t think of that one”
JENO
basically a married couple tbh
you both share common interests and you could spend hours talking to him about them
people think you're weird because of the amount of time you and jeno talk about cats/similar interests but it's okay because you both enjoy it
barely have any arguments but if there is it's likely about what movie you guys are going to watch or how he shouldn't pat his cats so much because of his allergies
always thinking of you
"jaemin, what do you think of this coat? i think i'll get this for y/n's birthday, is it their colour?"
"we can't buy that if we're watching movies with y/n, y/n doesn't like that flavour, pick something else"
will cook for you not even if you're sad or sick, just if he's bored and you have some ingredients
you'd try to help him but in the end you'd just watch him while he listened to you rant about a lady that pushed in front of you at the supermarket
likes to sing to you/play instruments for you. it’s real cute
halloween costumes! you guys make your outfits every year and always do couple/matching outfits
your favourite outfit was when you went as harry potter and hermione but you made jeno go as hermione
real cheesy jokes/puns? like his members groan out loud whenever he tells a joke but you always find them really funny because they're so bad
his members actually leave the room if you and jeno get into a pun war, it's just that bad
HAECHAN
super loud duo
people think you hate each other bc you're constantly arguing
and tbh you thought he was really annoying when you first met him, don’t tell him that though lol
low blow insults that make the members think you or haechan will get offended but you both just laugh
"damn that was a good one"
talks shit in a joking way but if anyone else was to do the same he would be the first person to defend you
"um excuse me, who do you think you are lmao i'm the only person allowed to be mean to y/n"
buys you birthday gifts ironically eg something you hate but will have a backup present to give you that you'll actually like
"haechan, this is a minions key chain. you know i hate minions with a burning passion"
"sike i actually got you that thing you'd been wanting for ages, no need to thank me i already know i'm great"
you get told that you and haechan are too mean to each other, but you know it's all in good fun
full on photoshoots
like he will invite you to hang out just so you can take real aesthetic photos of him and vice versa
he’s a real fan of the golden hour selfies
your favourite moments are the early hours in the morning when haechan sometimes calls and is really honest about his feelings
"i know i don't say it enough but i really appreciate you, i'd be such a miserable old grump without you"
"if you tell anyone i just said that i will have to kill you"
JAEMIN
people probably think you're dating
actually scratch that, everyone thinks you’re dating
even the dreamies have to remind themselves that you’re just friends with jaemin
insists on taking selfies together whenever you go ANYWHERE
his instagram is just filled with pictures of you and him captioned “GO BEST FRIEND THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND”
your parents love him because he's such a charmer, you have to remind them that he's just your friend not your boyfriend
jaemin doesn't mind though, he likes how flustered you get when people insinuate you're dating
you guys have a pact that if you aren't married by the time you're thirty then you'll just get married to each other
you know this kid is 100% going to flirt with you
but he ONLY uses really bad pick up lines
"are you a banana? because i find you appealing"
"damn it not this again"
"if you were a triangle-"
"jaemin no"
"you'd be acute one"
"that was your worst one yet"
whenever he travels he makes sure to buy you really tacky but cute soft toys
"jaemin i appreciate this, i really do, but i physically can't fit another soft toy in my room"
a really good listener?
like you can talk to him about anything and you know he won’t judge you
he just listens to what you’re saying, nodding often, and then when you’re done he will offer really good advice
ugh i think we all just need a jaemin in our lives tbh
CHENLE
the loudest!!!
the members try to separate you guys when playing games but it doesn't work because chenle will just yell at you from across the room
literally thinks you're an angel and is so thankful for you
you make him so much happier
like sometimes he catches himself and he’s like “ew when did I become such a softie for y/n, gross”
major uwu for you, constantly teasing you because he thinks your reactions are so cute
constantly talking about you because it makes him happy
"omg this reminds me of that time that y/n and i went to the arcade and were kicked out because we were way too loud"
“okay it was actually just me but like y/n didn’t try to stop me or anything, they’re just as guilty as i am”
individually you are the most cowardly people ever like this kid will just stand and scream his head off if he sees a spider
but when you're together you somehow gain heaps of confidence to do the thing™️
like you'd tease him for being too scared to ride a rollercoaster and oh would you look at that suddenly he wants to ride the rollercoaster to prove you wrong
and then you'd join him to prove that you're also no wimp
and you'd both be scared shitless the whole time
but when you get off h'd be like "that wasn’t as bad as i thought it would be”
“you were screaming like a baby though, lele"
"no u"
likes to teach you chinese and really likes that you're interested in his language and culture
you thought he'd tease you about your pronunciation but he's actually so supportive because he knows how hard it is to learn a language
brings snacks to your study session as a reward but ends up getting distracted and eating them himself
JISUNG
comes to you for your opinion first
"should i post this selfie to instagram? the others said i look a bit funny"
"um are they blind? you look great jisung!!"
"i was going to post this dance routine to instagram but i messed up a step, i just want to show my best to nctzen"
"are you kidding??? i'd like to report a missing wig. ugh michael jackson could never"
he hates having his photo taken but the minute you ask him for a selfie he’s already getting into a pose lol
this kid will literally do anything for you
you're sick but he had plans? sorry looks like he's cancelling his movie date with chenle
your significant other just broke up with you? um jisung is an idol but who says he actually needs to do live stages hah
you're moving cities/countries? lol jisung packed his suitcase weeks ago
real talk though jisung hates to see you upset or sick but he's also real awkward and doesn't really know how to make you better
so he just comes over and you watch stupid youtube videos together
most times he'll force you to take random quizzes like "we will tell you which cartoon character you actually are based on the cereal you put in a kiddie pool"
he will then spend the next twenty minutes ranting to you about how your result was pink panther only because you chose the strawberry flavoured cereal
and you'd be adamant that pink panther actually reflects who you are on the inside, and that buzzfeed quizzes wouldn't lie to you
"omg jisung i AM pink panther you just don't understand, why can't you accept me for who i truly am"
in the end you wouldn't know what you and jisung were even talking about anymore but hey at least you don't feel as upset/sick as you did before
you also say a lot of stupid stuff (whether that's on purpose or not is entirely up to you lol) and jisung always pretends to be embarrassed by you
he will literally let out the biggest sigh ever and pinch the bridge of his nose, as if being around you is the most stressful, testing thing ever
but he's only kidding because he's well aware that if you weren't his friend he would definitely be a hermit in the mountains or something lol
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20/01/17 (6th time)
Another day, another impulsive decision to see my favourite show!
I sort of explained this whole situation in my last one of these so I’ll try not to ramble up here so much this time...
So, the last time I went before Christmas was originally to see Katie Rowley Jones before she left (happy trails to her btw! Today she had her last shows! The end of an actual era; she’s been in the show for so long now it’ll feel wrong for her to not be there anymore), and if I got to see Rachel Tucker while I was there it would be an added bonus except I didn’t get to see either of them so I decided to go and see the show another time before the cast change date in the hope that I’d not only catch KRJ one last time, but so I might actually be able to see Rachel Tucker once in my life.
Lucky me because not only were they both at that show but I had every principle cast member except Suzie Mathers because of her holiday dates (which was still fine because I’ll be seeing her the next time I go; the first day of a new cast I doubt she won’t be there). Instead, this time around, I got her standby Carina Gillespie (more on her later)
I also didn’t go alone this time! I took an old friend to see it who had never seen the show before (which I kinda feel bad about since I got the ‘cheap’ Friday night tickets and they were basically all the way at the back of the dress circle. She didn’t mind though)
(Less rambley than the last one! Onto my thoughts!)
- Initial thoughts; Rachel Tucker’s voice is a lot deeper than I ever expected. I was never one of her fans when she was in the show her first time round (only because I never saw the show during that period of time) and I’d only ever heard a few audios from the main songs so I’d never heard her deliver lines and it took me by surprise considering that a lot of my Elphie’s have much higher pitch speaking voices.
- Her accent was also a bit weird sometimes, like some words sounded a bit Americanised, though I suspect that comes from her natural Irish accent and now her Broadway run.
- As I mentioned above, I actually got to see Katie one last time! I genuinely think that she was the best she’s ever been (from the times that I’ve seen her at least), her singing was on point and her acting was brilliant as always. All around, a true gem and she will be missed from the West End family of the show.
- I definitely saw Oliver Savile this time around, I thought he was an incredibly average Fiyero in all honestly. He was very good just not great (but that’s because I base all of my Fiyeros on Oliver Tompsett and no one has ever lived up to him for me)
- Anita Dobson still leaves something to be desired with her everything tbh :///
- Carina Gillespie was absolutely fabulous. One of the best Glindas acting wise for the emotional part of her character imo, she made some really nice characterisation choices that I enjoyed (she reminded me of Katie Rose Clarke acting wise who is one of my favs for that side of Glinda so yay!)
- In fact, I loved her acting so much I even have a separate bullet point about one of those acting decisions! I said her performance reminded me of KRC (who has become the staple Glinda who I measure every other Glinda’s acting on) and it’s because her delivery of the line “Why Miss Elphaba, look at you. You’re beautiful.” reminded me of why I fell in love with KRC’s Glinda in the first place. She didn’t deliver it in the usual ‘oh wow I’m so surprised you’re actually pretty underneath those glasses’ way instead she delivered it in the ‘oh wow you’re so beautiful and I can’t believe it took me this long to notice and I can’t believe you can’t see it’ way. Even when she delivered her line about the milk flowers it was so heartfelt that it made you actually believe that Glinda was trying to be a good friend unlike many other versions of that line that I’ve seen, and I just loved it
- She also had a beautiful singing voice, her high notes were spectacular as well as the notes in her lower register; it was wonderful to get the chance to experience it tbh
- I also really loved TG for this show. Carina did a really good job of making sure the audience knew the song was important as a character piece with actual character development instead of just being one of the throwaway songs that people forget about
- Tucker didn’t do any crazy riffs (she was obviously saving them for her final week and her final shows) but the few riffs that she did whip out I really loved
- Tucker did the low E and Carina did the low G!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Carina’s range actually astounded me because her high notes were flawless and she still managed to get down to that low G, it was incredible)
- There wasn’t a note match at the start of NGD (but idk if that was ever a thing Tucker did, I only ever learned about it from Willemijn so)
- Carina was actually crying after FG :’’’(
- There were so many sound issues that even my friend noticed some of them! There were at least two dropped lines because the sound operator didn’t have the mics up at the right time (which is unacceptable, especially for a Friday night show). The mixing sounded really different as well, I wasn’t sure if it was just because I was so far back but the mixing sounded really off to me
- The subwoofers at the back of the dress circle are mad! I’ve never been far enough back to actually feel them rumble but I was this time and it surprised me the first time
- There was a late lighting cue going into the melting scene; Glinda’s supposed to have a gobo on her and it didn’t come onstage in time so I saw it move on (which has never happened before so I’m assuming it was a mistake)
- There were some really rude people in the dress circle. The worst offender was a woman in the row in front of me on her phone for essentially the whole thing; she left once to take a phone call, and then again near the end but didn’t come back. Then all kinds of people kept leaving to go to the toilet, people were leaving during the bows (which to me is so disrespectful to everyone working on the show and I hate it when people do that), and to top it all off, there was a young kid sitting in my row who kept asking questions at normal volume and her grandparents were answering her at normal volume AND rustling sweet wrappers etc. (again, disrespectful)
- Leaving you on a bittersweet thought: there is a Popular reprise in the score during TG! (see here) it happens around the point in the dialogue when Glinda says that she “can’t just leave when people are counting on [her]” (or something to that effect), and Fiyero says “No you can’t leave because you can’t resist this” meaning the feeling of people loving her and her being a well known public figure a.k.a. the popularity that comes with the job! It broke my heart when I realised it, I can’t believe I’ve never heard it before :’(
And for my next trip! Welcoming Willemijn Verkaik and Sue Kelvin back in style on Monday :)))
#my ventures into the world of Wicked at the Apollo Victoria#Wicked#(still for the sake of my tag)#I actually have an excuse for why this one's late too! I've been super busy this week#and I want this uploaded by the 30th when I see the show again :)))
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