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Okay inspired by this post by @irispurpurea and this post by @ouidamforeman (both of which are excellent, please read) I wanted to add some thoughts about the structural weirdness of season 2.
The reason season 2 feels so structurally WEIRD is that it's the second beat what is now a three act story, but that wasn't written as one in the first place.
Season 1 was a complete, self-contained story arc with completed character development, based on a complete, self-contained novel. The story of Good Omens is about an angel and a demon going from opposite sides to their own side, aligned with earth and its humans. And at the end of season one this story has been told! It's done!
If you want to keep the story going, then, you have two options -- either you find a completely new story to tell with these characters, or you do what Neil Gaiman et al have chosen to do and you complicate and unresolve the conclusion from the first story in order to tell the same story but in an even bigger and more nuanced way.
The challenge of season two, then, is to reframe the events of season one not as a completed story but as the first act of a three-act arc.
And genuinely I think this is just not the way that most TV shows tasked with writing their second season go about doing it. Not that this is a bad choice! But the reason it feels weird on first glance is because it's taking its structure from like... half of the sequel to a novel, not a TV show that gets a second season.
This is the point of all of the historical flashbacks in season 2-- to make us understand that Crowley and Aziraphale are not on the same page and haven't been for 6000 years, despite appearing to be by the end of the first season.
The other thing I think season 2 does is make the whole story about Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship in a way it just wasn't in season 1. Taken on its own, season one's A-plot is the apocalypse, and the B-plot is relationship between this angel and demon.
What season two does then is literally FLIP the importance of those two things structurally. Season one's apocalypse and various side characters now occupy the same place as the Gabriel mystery in season 2. Which is also why it feels so weird to be like "wait this thing that felt like The Big Important Thing before is now suddenly the background of something else."
All this to say, this season is SO structurally interesting because it's just straight up not like other TV shows in structure, and because of the way everything now has to be marketed and framed in trailers as one, more typical kind of story, AND because the first season was a complete story that has now been reframed as an incomplete story, Good Omens season two feels very weird but imo much less weird upon rewatching, and will again feel less weird once we have season 3 and the story gets to complete its arc.
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𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫. | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 |
tags: no warnings, fluff, crack, established relationship, gn reader
You had known for a little while that this had been going on. He didn’t even try to hide it.
Leaving his bed in the middle of the night, waking up early, always on his phone and when you asked him what he was doing it would always be the same excuse.
You didn’t know how to feel.
Anger was definitely one of your top emotions yet also betrayal. How he could easily go behind your back and come back to you like nothing ever happened.
You wanted to confront him about it from the first time you caught on but you knew he would immediately act all defensive about it.
You didn’t know what you did wrong, sure you had a lot more shifts going on these days but you tried to get along. However no matter how far you tried to catch up to him, he would hide away and continue to leave you behind.
Tired.
That was it.
You were tired. Of the lies, the betrayal and the hidden secrets.
But tonight you had the courage to finally confront him, figuring it would be better to tell him what you knew before he could break your heart.
The door creaked open slowly before you walked in, arriving from work earlier than usual. He shuffled to a comfortable position on the couch of your shared apartment, switching off the television immediately to then grab his phone.
You shut the door behind you.
“You’re home early.” he stated, trying to seem more interested in his phone than you.You hummed at him, “How was your day?” he asked.
“Good.” you replied bluntly. You eyed him up and down before walking over to sit at the other end of the couch. He could tell. He could tell by your body language that you were upset. The slight thought of you knowing crossed his mind and he nervously swallowed.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, praying that he wouldn’t know the answer. You looked at him with a sharp glare. His innocent eyes how they easily deceived you. But you weren’t stupid to fall for this trick.
“I know.” You said continuing to glare. “I know what you’ve been doing.”
He stopped his movements as his breath was caught in his throat. He knew he was caught, red-handed.
“Look-” he began to explain before you cut him off.
“No. I don’t want to hear your excuses. This has gone on for weeks and you thought I was stupid enough to act like nothing was happening.”
“I never thought you were stupid.” he corrected.
“So...why didn’t you just tell me. From the first time.”
He looked away as he hesitated, “I don’t- I don’t know. I guess...I was ashamed…”
You sighed, rubbing your forehead, “What episode are you on?” Once again he hesitated, you looked over at him. “Levi,” you warned, “What episode?”
He looked away in embarrassment, “I’m on season 3.”
Your jaw practically dropped, your whole body speechless. He called out your name as you stood ready to storm off. “Wait! Look, look I’ll stop watching until you catch up I swear.”
“No!” you cried out, “You told me just one episode and then behind my back you start binge- watching without me, hell you said the fucking show was shitty from the first episode!”
“I know, I know. But it was just one time and I got-”
“No. Don’t talk to me right now Levi Ackerman. I haven’t got time for cheaters.” You crossed your arms and turned away from him.
It was his turn for him to be speechless. “Oh so now I’m a cheater?”
“Yes, you are.”
A moment of silence passed. “Okay fine.” he said. “I guess I’ll watch season 3 without you then.” he sighed.
You gasped at his statement, “You wouldn’t dare.”
His grey eyes poured into yours. “Yes. I Would.”
You glared at him as he gave you the same identical look back, you broke away first once a smile started to appear across your face.
“I’ll make a deal with you.” He said. “I promise to wait for you to catch up only if you actually watch the episodes.”
“The fuck do you take me for ? Of course I’ll watch them.” you snapped.
“Funny you say then yet you were on your phone half the time, but go on... tell me...what happened last episode?”
Now it was your turn to hesitate and look away, “I can’t remember...a lot happened.” you mumbled in shame.
“Go hurry up and shower then. I’ll be waiting.”
You eyed him up and down in suspicion. “And I won’t start an episode without you.” he swore, rolling his eyes.
“Okay…” you agreed.
“Good.”
“Good.” you repeated. “But still I think once a cheater always a cheater.” you pouted walking away.
“Tell me that again once you’ve finally caught up to season 3.”
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I know that, to a lot of people, what I’m about to say is unimportant. But I just wanted to put this out there to the general public of people who follow my content.
I have been writing for years. I have written stories, short and long, since I was in Pre-School, and I’ve kept with that passion since. I love creating complex characters and dynamics, creating worlds and landscapes of my own because- fuck, it’s fun!
And as I’ve grown older, I’ve expanded my work. I’ve done short story commissions once or twice for friends at school because they want to see their own original characters come to life! I created a Tumblr blog (this very one) because I loved seeing the passion people put into writing fan works!
And do you want to know something else really cool? I co-wrote a play for my old highschool. I preformed my own scene on stage with others and I fucking loved it. And after that I decided I wanted to be a screenwriter! Because, holy shit! I genuinely cannot imagine my own work being put onto a big screen, my passion shown to the world!
But now? It’s hard to thing about. The WGA and SAG-AFTRA are on strike, the WGA since May 2nd and SAG-AFTRA since July 14th. They (the WGA) are fighting for wages that they can live on. That is the bare fucking minimum.
I don’t want to come across like I’m oh so unique for stating this, because I sure as hell am not, but- this up and coming generation of individuals who have similar ideas like mine, wanting to put their writing on screen and share their thoughts with the world, have to understand that this is real and this will not stop unless something is done.
I’m not off-put by this and this isn’t going to influence my decision of coming into this field, but it’s a slap to the face. A bucket of ice water dumped over my head. When I grew up, I’d always watch the end credits of films and television shows to, in my little head, thank everyone who worked on the piece.
I always thought that everyone who worked on these became rich because they worked on movies and television. Like- how could they not be paid fair? They worked and worked and worked on these things to make what I was watching real!
And now, wanting to go into that field and seeing so many people- my idols having to fight for basic things, it’s heartbreaking but it also motivates me even more.
As a fan-fiction writer, it’s especially interesting. Do you want to know why I and many others don’t do commissions for writing about fandoms? Because it can be seen as illegal. The works we write about are under certain copyright laws that we have to abide to, whether we are conscious of it or not.
Also? It’s fucking immoral! I can write all of the fan-fiction I want for free, and there’s no problem with that. But, once I start to say, “I’m opening up commissions, so you guys can pay me to write about these characters or fandoms with whatever flavoring you want! I get a profit, you get something I could post for free!” Fair, right?
I won’t ever charge for people to see the things I write because I love writing them! I want everyone to see what I write, whether it’s on a Tumblr blog or on a big screen. That’s the point of it all.
None of these writers, people who write fan-fiction included, want fucking artificial intelligence to write for us- that’s our fucking job! C.AI, ChatGPT and whatever the fuck the others are- just write what you want to see! Ask a writer to write it for you! Pray?! Don’t turn to a fucking machine and say it’s so much better than what people do for fun or, again, a living!
But you have to understand what these people in the WGA are fighting for is the right to be fairly compensated for their work. To have a wage they can live off of and not have a fear looming over them about losing what they’ve worked towards making.
This cannot be too much to ask for, because if it is? Every person, whether you write or consume these kinds of media or not, are doomed.
Pay these writers. Use your platforms for publicizing these types of important issues. Show your support.
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The Look.
“Is There Something I Should Know?” (1983)
Duran Duran
EMI - Capitol Records
(Written by Simon Le Bon, John Taylor, Roger Taylor, Andy Taylor, Nick Rhodes)
Highest U.S. Billboard Chart Position – No. 4
“[It was] completely separate from electronic music or the future…all the fucking Southern New Romantic bollocks. I mean, if we were ever called New Romantics there'd be a fight... 'Am I wearing a kilt? Am I wearing enough eyeliner? Is my shirt frilly enough?' Oh, fuck off!
- Paul McCluskey from Orchestral Manoeuvres in The Dark on The New Romantics
I love the term “across the pond”, which suggests that England, the mother country for the USA, is only a hop and a skip away, when in truth, the spaces between us are enormous. The innovations transferring from one continent to the other, especially with respect to music and fashion, have always had a strange and years-away delay that has been ongoing since the very beginning, as if the ideas were always awaiting the right winds, funding, and large, cumbersome, three-masted ships from the Colonial period to bring them over to us. Part of Modernism is to assume the new world will be changed; part of reality is that the change, as delivered, is much more elusive.
In 1982 the Second British Invasion was brought to the United States in color on MTV, and was ushered in by two very important videos: first and foremost with the complete smash “Don’t You Want Me” by The Human League (an electro masterpiece and forever influential) and then by Duran Duran’s “Hungry Like The Wolf”, their first bonafide, giant US hit. It wasn’t just MTV that had them on heavy rotation, it was nonstop over the airwaves as well: these two songs nearly swallowed up the 1982-83 season for radio. In truth there was so much happening with British artists over here that year it is dizzying to consider; sound and image were delivered with enormous speed, and very persuasively. It was a very rapid musical turnover (and considering my previous thoughts, I know this is ironic; however, a backlog is a backlog.) The only problem for me that year was that I loathed “Hungry Like The Wolf”; this included the song, and the stupid video, in which I believe Simon Le Bon is in animal drag pursuing a female through the jungle, but I can’t be sure: I refuse to look at it again after being forced to 500 times. I was also only mildly interested at the time in “Don’t You Want Me”, after being worn down by its’ endless radio play in the US. However, the invasion had begun.
As a teenager, there was a lot to process in 1982/83: music was now television, and MTV was our god. I wasn’t staying up late to look at the Brits, I was staying up late waiting for Prince to appear in a haze of multi-colored, neon-infused fog spinning around in high-heeled boots to “Little Red Corvette” (an incredible fusion of sound and image). There was a lot to look over: Men at Work with “Who Can It Be Now”, A Flock of Seagull’s “I Ran (So Far Away)” which was HUGE in the states, and even Bowie, the originator, coming back from the dead with the future-forward “Ashes to Ashes” being re-aired (1980). The Vee-jays talked and talked, and we absorbed every scene.
In 1983 Duran issued their 8th single, “Is There Something I Should Know?” straight to MTV in a video directed by Russell Mulcahy, and it was at this moment that I sat up and took notice. Technically the band had already conquered the UK and the US, but it took forever for these ideas to sail my way. Capitol Records was looking for another hit and had the band create this track after their best album, Rio, was already a sensation, and they were starting to work on their third, Seven and the Ragged Tiger (a hilariously late-imperial and overblown, if rather beautiful, mess). For me, watching on TV, this video was my first impression of The New Romantics ever. Even though DD's style had already moved forward into clothes that were more New wave, I could sense the old style running through the images. Mulcahy, a true innovator in music videos, had directed many of Duran Duran’s previous clips, as well as for many other artists (notably Buggles “Video Killed The Radio Star”, MTVs first-ever video broadcast, and most representatively Duran’s “Planet Earth”, which, shockingly, I had missed). His work initiated many of the classic techniques in video: spot lighting, jump cuts, platform stages, empty spaces, slo-motion, breaking glass, fog, bifurcated screens, costumes, nonsense—you name it.
Unbeknownst to me at that time, Capitol tacked this single on to Duran Duran’s first, self-titled debut LP (1981) for the 1983 US re-release, to capitalize on the huge success of Rio’s “Hungry Like the Wolf”. Until this post, I was always confused at the range of style changes and images that we took in from Duran in ’83, and why I assumed this look was from 1981. We were all taking in so much British fashion then it was impossible to sort any of it out. The video, however, was sharp, clean, and brilliant, the clothes still holding a bit of the New Romantic flounce and swagger, but cut leaner, and cleaner; the bandmembers, by now seasoned stars, had clothes, hair and makeup all perfected in an exactitude of knowing postures, and the song was one of their best, and hookiest, with old touches of guitar from their previous work, and with synth-work that looked forward to the next record. But in 1983, I thought that this was vintage Duran.
Fashion is a curiously hard thing to pin down, especially considering the clothes from London and Birmingham in the late 70s and early 80s. I would submit that a classic, classic New Romantic look would be the Duran Duran of 1981: lots of makeup, lots of flounce and ruffles, lots of teased up hair (even a ponytail, here or there). The beginning of the look sprang up alongside of punk (which was anarchic and utilitarian); Bowie and Bolan would be among the New Romantic inspirations. By the time of the 80s things moved quickly, and Malcolm McClaren and Vivienne Westwood’s Sex shop become involved (Westwood’s Pirate collection in 1981—think Adam and the Ants—is a clear expansion of New Romantic fashion); however the Sex shop was also an expression of Punk fashion, and much more avant-garde, so the ideas began to merge and mutate. By 1983, to be called a New Romantic band became an insult (and to these eyes a downright homophobic assault on foppery and artifice) and many bands distanced themselves from the title, if not outright denied it. Even a band like Spandau Ballet (a true New Romantic sensation from the Blitz club in London) moved away from those associations, and began to wear suits. With the Duran of 1983 everything was trimmed down but one could see they were unashamed; if their clothes flounced less, they still had the spirit in them. This was in contrast to the bands that resented the association for whatever reason: ABC, Depeche Mode, The Human League, Soft Cell, Simple Minds, Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark, and Talk Talk. The other band closely associated with it, Culture Club, was fronted by Boy George, whose fashion sense ran from Bowie to Punk. He seemed neither to take offense nor to care what they called him as long as they were looking.
Back in America I was watching all of this late at night on television—too late. Many of these styles had emerged and were already smoldering in the ashes before we could understand or appropriate them here. New wave we got, New Romantic we did not. It did all rather re-flower in the mid to late 80s for us, however. Looking at the back of the vinyl from the offshoot band Arcadia (with three members of Duran, 1985) I would say their old style had returned. Around this period there were lots of brooches and asymmetrical haircuts, lots of layers, and lots of unashamed extra everything from nearly every pop artist everywhere. I think the British divisions had finally synthesized into a catch-all aesthetic. In fact, it was this extra-ness that we now think of in America when we think of 1980s pop music.
Back cover from Arcadia's So Red The Rose (1985)
But please—don’t call it New Romantic. It just isn’t cool.
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There were so many styles that emerged in the 80s from the streets, but none better than Bananarama, who were never hard to understand, being appropriated from street culture in England. Like the Go-Gos, when you saw them, it was pretty clear what they were doing stylistically, and it was never anachronistic. US or UK, you just got it.
Researching this entry, and looking around on the internet, I became interested in the word “naff”, which because it is British has had many permutations, but mostly means awful, ugly, no-good. I texted my friend British Rachel for the definition:
Me: Define “naff”
Her: Deely Boppers and Ra Ra skirts.
That was the 80s here. Nightmare.
Thank god for Bananarama!
On an internet message board from The Guardian, I found a more complete, and complex, definition:
Naff is polari (or palare), the gay urban secret language developed in London to ensure conversational privacy in public when talking about gay sex or insulting straight people. Polari was widespread in London, and particularly in the theatre, from the 1940s-1960s, suffered a decline in the 1970s and 1980s, and has had a revival since the 1990s. It consists of snippets of Italian, Latin, Spanish, Yiddish, Cockney Rhyming Slang, Black-slang and acronyms. Naff is an example of the latter - Normal As Fuck - and means drab, unfashionable, dull. By extension, it is a defining characteristic of straight people, who lack the style and swagger of the urban homosexuals.
- Gerard Forde, London, UK
Well. Excluding Duran Duran, of course.
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Ch.19
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol Consumption
MASTERLIST
DROWNING
Sukuna let out a groan, sighing as he downed another shot. The place was mostly empty, save for a few patrons already drunk. Sukuna raised his hand, signaling another round. The bartender, a young little thing, fluttered her lashes as she made her way over, sultry smile on her lips. “Rough night big guy?” She shouted, leaning over so he could hear her. She subtly (not subtle) pushed her breasts out, pouting slightly when she noticed him ignoring the bait. “Just get me another drink.” He grunted, not even bothering to give her his full attention. Sukuna was staring at the bartop, his mind racing as he waited. The sight of Yuki made him furious, but it also made him scared. She was always a bit unhinged, something he never let bother him in the past; but she was a danger to Yuji, and his priorities were the only thing that mattered.
The bartender returned, another shot set in front of him, and smiled. “I get off in 10 minutes if you want to get out of here.” She supplied, leaning forward again. Someone snorted behind Sukuna, his head picking up at the sound of a familiar voice. “He’s not interested sweetie, and if you proposition my boyfriend again, you’ll be shitting your teeth out for weeks.” Y/n sneered, taking the empty seat next to her friend. “Do your job and get me a fucking drink.” She sniffed, turning toward the drunk man next to her. Sukuna looked over, unable to fully meet her eyes. He was afraid of what she’d say, finding him like this. Y/n only smiled, reaching out to hold his face in her hands. “It’s okay.” She mumbled, reaching forward to brush his hair back. “It’s okay.” At her soft encouragement, Sukuna felt himself crumble, launching himself forward into her arms. Sobs wracked through his body, his shoulders shaking harshly as he cried. Y/n took it in stride, wrapping her arms around his back and running her fingers in his hair. She whispered sweet words as he cried, waiting for him to finally let everything out.
A few hours later found the couple cuddled close in Y/n’s bed. Sukuna had sobered up after he finished crying all over her in the bar. She’d taken him home and gotten the two of them ready for bed. Currently, she was cuddling him as he buried his face into her chest. She knew he had a lot to say, she was simply giving him the time to say it.
“I feel like, every time I get somewhere good in my life, something comes along and fucks it all up.” He mumbled, eyes closed tightly. “Like I’ve been cursed for things I’ve done in a past life.” Y/n let out a little laugh, scraping her nails softly against his scalp. “Maybe you were the demon king and you did nothing but wreak havoc and carnage across the land.” Y/n supplied as Sukuna growled. “Of course I would have been the King.” He pouted as she giggled. “Of course you would, big, bad Sukuna.” She teased, causing the man to give her a small smile. “I just hate, that I can’t do anything to protect my son.” He sighed, resuming his previous position. “You don’t know that for sure Kuna, you haven’t given yourself enough time to properly assess the situation and come up with a gameplan.” Y/n supplied, idly looking at her blank television screen. “You’re not alone in this, and I will call in every favor I have to ensure that bitch doesn’t lay a finger on Yuji.” “You love that little punk.” Sukuna stated, looking up into her eyes. “You wouldn’t do this otherwise.” Y/n only shrugged, giving him a shy smile. “I would do what I can for any child, but for Yuji...I would burn the world down if he asked.” Sukuna could only smile, burying his face back into her chest. “He loves you too.” Sukuna whispered, unable to come forth with his own feelings. His own feelings needed more thought and contemplation. Right now, he needed revenge.
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Actual real genuine question from someone who has shipped Buddie since the nanosecond Buck turned around to look at the new guy… but I’m wondering what makes you feel that canon Buddie is inevitable? Sorry if you’ve addressed this before but I just watched the season 5 finale and have pretty much lost all hope at this point so I’m really interested in your side of it.
Hey anon! No worries, I'd be happy to go into my thought process a little. Apologies if this gets long!
So, I should preface by saying I didn't actually start seeing Buck and Eddie as a possible romantic pairing until the back half of s3. And I wasn't set in stone about it until s4. And s5 has just been a rollercoaster ride.
The way I view their relationship I try to view through the lens of every other canon couple I've been a proponent of over the years. Admittedly there is a certain trepidation and hesitancy around Buck and Eddie, just because of what them being together would entail, and the fact that a story like theirs really hasn't been shown on television before. But I think it helps to get down to the foundation of it all, bypassing all of the ready reasons why it "can't" happen or "won't" happen or "will never" happen. I've said before that there is what the script is saying, and there is what the scripts is saying. Foreshadowing and story arcs are represented through scene transitions, music choice, wardrobe, and thematic parallels. Things don't just pop up out of nowhere. There is usually always established precedence for something occurring on the show. I try to think along the lines of what we are being told vs. what we are being shown. For example:
During Eddie's awkward af relationship storyline with Ana, we were being told that he was finally moving on and doing something for himself and had found the perfect addition to his family. We were being shown that there was something dishonest about his approach to dating her and that it wasn't explicitly for himself.
From the minute Buck and Taylor reconnected, we were told that they were both in a similar state of stagnancy regarding relationships and that they had grown and would likely slot together in a more compatible way. We were shown that their core identities had not actually changed and they were careening toward this inevitable dissolution of their relationship.
(putting the rest under a cut to save y'all's dashboards)
I think a lot of people were disappointed after 4x14 as well, which I understood in the context of what we were told (Buck and Taylor kissing and getting together because they're compatible in their goals now), but not in the context of what we were shown (Buck being suspicious right off the bat of why Taylor is waiting for him outside the hospital; Buck not running after Taylor because Ana called to tell him Eddie was awake; The will scene coming after and not before the kiss scene with Taylor).
I could literally go for pages dissecting scenes and transitions and other choices (hmu if you want any of that, it's hiatus season so that means it's peak crackheadery time), but for the sake of not doing that here I'll just mention the two scenes in s5 that really fucking sealed the deal for me:
Eddie holding Buck and Christopher's heart drawings in his hands
Ravi's "a partner should be someone who always has your back" comment to Buck.
Those two choices just . . . kind of floored me, tbh. And they wouldn't be significant if there was not precedence for that significance, because we've seen the extended metaphor of Eddie + hearts since s4, and the concept of partnerships and ideal partners being someone who "has your back" was the literal shooting off point of Buck and Eddie's relationship, and the stated reason Eddie and Shannon didn't work out.
Obviously these are my opinions and my beliefs but I feel pretty good about them. And also there's so much story that has already been told and so much story yet to be told, so I wouldn't give up hope just yet, but I can't singlehandedly convince you of that. I suggest going back and doing a rewatch because sometimes when you consume it all together like that and not piece by piece weekly, it's a lot harder to look away from.
I hope this helped at least a little bit, and if you need anymore clarification or anything else, feel free to reach out! It's hiatus season baby!
(and, yes, I am prepare to eat my words if all of this turns out to be nothing, but I am also prepared to dance upon the graves of all those who doubted. I'm ready for anything.)
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I think you're doing God's work by shining attention on the less popular humanoid companions. I adore Cass and Raul, and it makes me sad how many people brush them off because they're hard to recruit or not #GayRep
The Cass Sweep was about my love for Cass above all else. Spite turned it into what it was as the tournament attracted the attention of people who don't even care about Fallout, but even if the tournament was run by someone with nothing but positive feelings for Cass, I still would have rallied for her the same way because it was about shining attention on her. I even had a whole thing written up for my predicted grand finals about why i think she is worth it and why she should genuinely earn her vote over (who I thought would be) Arcade and Nick Valentine. The Mean Old Cowpoke Solidarity between Cass and Raul was just icing on the cake, I was amazed that Raul beat both gay companions back to back lmao.
I have absolutely nothing against Arcade and Veronica to be clear, and we joke about the sweep being homophobic (straight's rights!), but it does make me glad that these characters who are less popular than Arcade and Veronica, partly because they're so much less immediately relatable, got such a genuinely appreciative push in those silly little polls. The discourse over Cass' sexuality only makes it more interesting, really, because then it's like "explicit gay representation" versus "has a weird gay thing going on," and where the tide is turning on what people are appreciating now.
Because there's something I've been noticing (especially in my own curated social circle but also larger out) where I feel like we're moving past and away from a fixation on representation as the ultimate metric of a media or artwork's value, or at least stances on this issue are becoming more polarized. I think of everyone around me watching Succession, The Sopranos, Columbo, Breaking Bad, Better Caul Saul, etc., basically just a lot of these shows that aren't really providing "representation" but are providing these incredibly deep, complex, and smart stories and characters that people can relate to and chew on in more ways than just sharing identities with the characters (especially since, for example, The Sopranos is VERY MUCH a show about gender and sexuality). Part of this is just because the state of representation-forward media is, like, paint-by-numbers YA novels made for BookTok first, cartoons made for literal children, agonizingly twee television shows, or mainstream movies too afraid to let their gay characters be more than two out of three of explicit, interesting, and authentic. For the really good shit you just have to find independent artists telling independent stories because the way media is made at a major and mainstream level, what kind of gay representation is allowed is still just really limited. Especially for queer representation, this has an overlap with how much explicit sexual content is allowed in media, because we are in a post-Everyone is Beautiful and No One is Horny world, and people are more wanting for fucking and sucking on screen, especially when your sexual identity is inseparable from who you want to fuck and/or suck.
This has gone waaaay off track from your original question, maybe. But to quote the prolific gay filmmaker Gregg Araki: “Just because a movie [or a book, or a TV show, or a character, etc.] is gay or independent doesn’t make it good. I’d rather go see fuckin’ Coneheads than go see most of them.”
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With the nations revealed Au, I was wondering what your thoughts are on the many possibilities that come with how they can be revealed. How it would vary based on the time periods, could spread depending on the situation, and what sort of things could cause the reveal?
I've thought about how if you pick one period of time that being found out will be the worst period of time for some and the best time for others. The reveal could happen back when things were spread from hand written accounts, word of mouth, when people did surface printing but also around the time of the early mass use of the printing press, it just depends on how it would spread and what evidence they'd have to support it. It get's more interesting as you get closer to today, because as technology changes, the possibility of hiding it is harder, like when people just got radios, televisions becoming popular house hold appliances, the birth of the internet, or the start of smart devices. Each ones of these could be used to spread some sorta of accidental or purposeful reveal of the nations. Also wars, disputes, and other things can also effect how people react to reveals, because one that comes during a war as a tactical play would be received differently then one that happens by accident. I just want to hear what time periods you think about, how it might happen and spread, and what some reveals could look like from your perspective?
guess who’s writing an essay to answer this question? meeeeeee
but because it’s going to take some more time and I’m very tired, the tldr answer is that different cultures have been aware of nations at different points of history (eg, ancient Greeks definitely knew what was up; Athena was the patron goddess of Athens for a reason) but imo widespread awareness really starts with the advent of nationalism as a concept during the French Revolution and the following madness of the Napoleonic wars. partly because, I mean, why bother inventing Marianne as a symbol for the republic when Francis is right there?
but also partly because I simply enjoy the idea that the Revolution changed not just governments but also how nations interacted with the world. and what’s more revolutionary than Francis saying ‘fuck it we ball’ and becoming a very high-profile, very immortal and immune-to-guillotines figure as the French try to do this whole restructure all of society thing? so I think the cat gets out of the bag then. it’s just really, really hard to hide a public execution being botched because the dude just... shrugged it off? anyway.
but even if the knowledge remained restricted to France at first - I could understand how the rest of the world might go “ah, the French have gone so insane that they’re having mass hallucinations now. that checks out” - there's the whole ‘Napoleon rampages across Europe and brings nationalism with him’ sequence of events. so suddenly it’s not just the French but everyone Napoleon goes to war with who gets to see that yes, Francis is a real dude and he is immortal and that’s why the people of this city should surrender to French rule.
like the concept of nationalism dramatically changed all of Europe, and it seems like this would also be a good time for characters like Italy and Greece to go oh, hey, if I make myself public now, I can probably unify all of my people and stop being someone else’s vassal state. and at that point and with Francis running around in public, it quickly becomes expedient for other nations like Britain and Prussia to make themselves known so that their states don’t lose legitimacy as, well, nation-states.
so imo it’s really a domino effect that starts with Francis losing his head and Napoleon shooting it out of a cannon at the rest of Europe. I hope this made sense because I am very tired. thanks for the ask!
#ask#anon#hetalia headcanons#hetalia hcs#god i'm writing an ESSAY a literal ESSAY#we shall see when i finish it though. i have a 9-5 job >_>#meanwhile china is just ''what the fuck are they doing over there''#joke's on you china because you're about to find out
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to walter white, indeed. (walter white x GN! reader)
notes: gen-rated, 2nd person narration, pov: you're his bartender (and therapist), takes place during s5e15 - granite state
words: 1981
also available on ao3.
It was just like any other day in your average life, work was the same and tiring as usual until you started noticing a stranger slowly strolling into your bar. Something about the way he carried himself - His long and confident, yet somehow defeated looking strides aimed towards you, piqued your interest in the man. You had only just finished attending to one of your customers, serving them with a forced smile as you mentally prepared yourself to deal with the next patron. After all, work was never easy. The previous night, someone had puked all over the place and you ended up spending an extra hour cleaning the place up before closing. And what's worse, was that the manager didn't even pay you for overtime.
One, full hour of life that you can never get back.
However, those thoughts didn't last long as your attention was quickly snapped back towards the newcomer. His hair was tousled up like a bird’s nest, and maintained an unkempt beard, almost as if he hadn't shaved in months. His clothes looked rough and had multiple dirty patches all over its fabrics, reminiscent of your homeless regulars who frequented your bar during late nights. Lingering your gaze onto him, you observed his mannerisms - His bluish green eyes darkening, his body slightly slouched, and his shoes were dragged across the floor as he walked. In other words, he was barely keeping himself together.
And… He looked like shit.
Whatever had happened to this man, you didn’t know. But you did see him using the payphone outside a few minutes ago, his face initially desperate and panic-stricken, was now reduced to a blank canvas. You couldn’t read what was on his mind, aside from the fact that he wants a drink from you right now.
He looks over to you, catching your gaze as he makes himself comfortable, placing himself onto the bar stool.
“One Dimple Pinch. Neat.”
You nod and manage a smile, hoping that it'll at least cheer him up a little. “You got it.”
As you turned your back to him to retrieve his bottle from the drink cabinet, you couldn't help but think about the drink he was ordering. He had decided to order a Dimple Pinch neat, which wasn’t exactly the best recommendation to drink in your personal opinion. You supposed he probably couldn’t afford an aged Dimple Pinch. Still, you'd known better than to judge a book by its cover throughout your years of bartending experience. For what you may know, this guy could be a rich man in disguise. Where his money came from, hard-earned or not to get this drink, was for him to know and for you to find out.
After pouring his drink, he slowly takes the glass from you, muttering a soft “Thank you.”
“You're welcome.” You replied.
A sad smile forms on his face as he silently nods, taking a sip from his glass.
For a while, the two of you were at the counter, letting the quietness take over, save for the noise made by the television running in the background. There weren't any new customers coming in, so you didn't really have anything to do either.
A million questions popped into your head as you grew more curious of this man. In a way, he was attractive to you, ignoring the messy hair that covered most of his distinctive and appealing features. Though, that didn't stop you from wanting to initiate a conversation with this man.
“So uh… Cold weather these days, huh?”
God, you're so fucking stupid.
Of all of the topics you could've talked about, you decided that the number one popular conversation starter would be about the weather.
You had expected the man to ignore you, but instead, you saw him notice you for a good ten seconds before responding with a single word, “Yes.”
At the very least, you managed to get an answer from him.
But now, things were beginning to feel slightly awkward. The two of you were now silent. You decided to ease things up between you both by switching the TV channels, hoping to find a common topic shown on there to connect with. As you started pressing onto the remote button a few times, you were abruptly stopped by the sound of his voice.
You saw him quickly perk his head up towards the television screen.
“Would you, would you, would you go back? Please.”
He sounded desperate.
“Sure.” You pressed again. “There.”
You took a look on the screen to see a man being interviewed on the news, wondering what could possibly be so interesting to your customer. “What, this?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
You didn't know the exact details, but you somewhat pieced together bits of information like, ‘Grey Matter Technologies’ and ‘Walter White’, along with many other words you didn't quite process into your brain yet. And even if you did, you only knew about the ‘Walter White’ part. You had heard of him on the news for being a drug meth lord or something, and it seems that the man was wanted throughout the country.
You refocus your gaze back to your new customer, seeing how his attention was now concentrated onto the TV, as if looking for something. As the TV ran for a period of time, you start to see the man looking enraged, his shaky hand now holding onto his glass with bulging veins.
“Hey, uh. Sir? Do you need anything?”
Concerned, you quickly let out a meek response. You weren't about to take any chances with compensating your boss for a broken glass, definitely not under your watch.
He turns his head to face you with a cold and brooding stare. You could feel yourself about to shit your pants. This man was intimidating as hell.
It was like he could read your mind. Because before you could even say a word, he suddenly smiled at you, shaking his head to say, “No, thank you.” before returning his attention back to the screen.
Huh.
You looked at him again. His expression is much more distraught than before.
“Are… you sure?”
He nods, “Yes, I'm fine.”
You let out a slight frown. You were unsure why you're putting in the effort to interact with, or care for this man. Maybe it's because of how there's no one else here, but the both of you, and you simply wanted to make the best out of it.
“If you say so–” You shrugged. “-Just wanted to be sure, ‘cause lately, there's been a lot of troubled people coming here. They would spill all of their sob stories to me and it made them feel a bit better after that-” You paused for a moment, suddenly questioning yourself why you were even saying this. It's not like you would get extra credit for offering yourself to be someone's therapist. But you continued anyway, not wanting to embarrass yourself. “-I can lend you a listening ear, if you want to…”
The man looked deep in thought as you finished your sentence. His eyes glazed over you, making you feel weirdly vulnerable. Finally, he makes a sigh of resignation, giving you the green light to the story of the mysterious man you've set your eyes on, ever since he had stepped into this bar.
“I already called the DEA.”
You were taken aback by what he had just said. You figured you must be hearing things.
“Sorry?”
He points towards the TV, “I'm that guy those people are talking about on the channel right now.”
It took you a few milliseconds to understand who he was referring to, only to let out an “Oh.” as you realise that the man standing before you, is Walter fucking White.
Christ. What have you gotten yourself into?
You weren't scared. You just didn't want to get into any scuffle with the police, considering how many times they've entered your bar each time someone reported drunk assaults. And plus, Walter looked pretty tired of whatever he'd been through, probably from all that running away from the authorities. Giving him a break would do him good.
You stared at him, expecting him to continue.
“In ten minutes, the DEA will come and I will be gone. But I doubt you would call them either way.” He says as his green eyes pierced into your soul.
You slowly nod. Walter wasn't wrong - You couldn't stop looking at him when you first saw him and he could tell. He knew you were interested in him, right from the start.
“So.” He turns towards you. “What do you want to know about me?”
“Everything.”
The past ten minutes flew by as Walter described his whole life with as much detail as he could possibly muster to satiate your curiosity. And from what you've heard, after digesting every bit of information spoken from the drug lord’s very own mouth… You actually felt pity for him. Pity for Skyler, his children, his partner Jesse, as well as his in-laws. Death surrounded the man throughout his journey, and he had grown numb to it. He had lost whatever remaining empathy he used to have, becoming just a shell of his former self. Walter knew he was wrong, but kept doing it over and over again just like how drug addicts would relapse continuously. He liked and enjoyed having power and control, which led to his downfall as he grew short sighted of his initial goal of providing for his family. He was addicted to power.
You looked back at him, seeing his soulless eyes drifting across the table. He had stopped making eye contact with you since he finished speaking.
You try reaching out to him.
“Hey.”
But Walter remained unfazed, his thoughts still drifting in his own mind space. He was out of it.
“Hey.” You repeated, only louder this time. You started taking an additional move to rest your hand onto his, which startled him, snapping back to attention. “Wha-?”
“You still want to give the money to your son, don't you?”
“...Yes.”
You press onto his hand firmly, surprised that he allowed your bold move by not letting go.
“You're a good father, Walter. You had good intentions. And even if you screwed things up along the way, it isn't too late to change now. You're still alive and breathing.”
Walter listened silently to your words, putting them into consideration. You saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he quickly got up, feeling a new sense of purpose.
“I still have unfinished business left to do.”
You smiled. “Go for it.”
Walter takes one last long look at you and smiles back, his hand reaching into his wallet–
You stopped him when you realised what he was doing. “Hey! No need for that. It's on the house.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Now get out before they come.”
Walter paused. “Thank you again, really.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
Nodding, he turns his back away from you and heads towards the exit, leaving you at the counter, where your eyes followed him until he was completely gone and out of sight, and until the familiar sound of police sirens came wailing into your bar. You could feel its vibrations travelling to the palm of your hand that was resting on the tabletop.
You let out a sad smile as you thought back about his story, pleasantly surprised at the fact that he had opened up to you, or maybe it was because he had already given up. But for now, you could only hope that Walter would find a way to redeem himself- before he lands in jail or dies from cancer, whichever comes first.
You look at his half-drunk glass, taking it and chugging it down without thought as you made a toast for him.
To Walter White, indeed.
#walter white x reader#walter white/reader#walter white#breaking bad#brba#brba fanfic#breaking bad x reader
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Back in P4G. Yukiko's whole thing seems to be that she's so anxious about her family's inn that she misses a lot of social cues, especially ones she doesn't want to deal with right now, like romance. Also, this dude from another school just showed up to ask her out??? Where the fuck is there even another school around here?
Don't go to a second location with strangers.
I've lived in these exact types of small towns, lmao. They call it a suburb but it's very rural. If you have a fucking field and multiple farmers around, that's a rural town.
holy shit chie. i'm trying to give you a fair shake here but damn. Punching people in the nuts and asking invasive questions and revealing your best friend has never had a boyfriend is a LOT.
It's very odd but even though everyone here is around the same age as the P3P cast, Chie strikes me as emotionally much younger. But hey, I was harsh on Yukari in P3P and got schooled when she turned out awesome. I got hope for you, Chie.
Okay so. School was let out suddenly because a murder. ALSO THE BODY WAS HANGING FROM A TELEVISION ANTENNAE. And come to find out, it was the local reporter who's embroiled in some... local... scandal thing? (If this game expects me to care about a councildude who did an affair, idk man, i just work here.)
[CARTOMANCY CORNER]
She was hung upside down. Interesting. As a Hanged Man Stan, I have to say that the card is often about a willing sacrifice. You are suspending yourself in an inverted state in the hope of having some sort of epiphany brought on from the new perspective. It comes at a significant risk though, as you may be dooming yourself to death or madness by taking that chance.
While the Wheel of Fortune is about fate being kind or cruel, Hanged Man is about taking the dice in hand and rolling them. I don't know if this lady was an investigative journalist, but if she happened to place herself in a dangerous situation in the search for a scandalous truth and died for it, that's Hanged Man to a T.
[/CARTOMANCY CORNER]
Anyway.
This shot is pretty.
Went to the shrine and it told me to get the fuck out. Hey, rude.
...
Well at least he let me ride on his bike, that's cute. I can't tell if I like Yosuke (not Yusuke, I guess that's ANOTHER Persona character, whoops) or if I just really like his voice acting. Hard to tell.
After class he invites me out for grilled steak as thanks and uh
This is entirely my damage of coming from an incredibly food-insecure upbringing, but man, what the fuck, Chie. You already KICKED HIM IN THE NUTS, you don't get to extract more concessions.
Okay, do I like Yosuke, or do I get Cheerful Bully vibes from Chie? HM.
also yukiko you're like 16, please don't even step on a weight scale, goddamn. send me back to Iwatodai, please. I think P4 has mentioned girls' weights more already than in the entirety of P3P.
Anyway, Yukiko is off to work on her very concerning teenage eating disorder while Yosuke takes everyone to the local...
Junes is easy to dismiss as a Japanese Walmart--
wait. i have to google something right now.
Okay, Walmart tried to move into the Japanese market by purchasing a chain called Seiyu, but as of 2020 they are almost entirely out of the game, sold most of their shares, and apparently they just don't do well in non-American markets. Interesting to know!
ANYWAY MY POINT WAS, Junes is less Walmart and more Target-meets-Costco. A very pleasant place to shop with good marketing and food provided on-site, but also still undercutting and screwing the local businesses. Yosuke works for TargetCo. Costget.
also Chie complains that Yosuke changed the plan from grilled steak to food court and I'm plastering on a smile and chanting give her a chance, we are less than two hours in here.
Saki works here too, she's "senpai" so I assume a senior, and Yosuke's got a transparent crush and she is Not Interested. Also the vibes are Bad, like she can tell Yosuke is a good guy but his business is putting her family's liquor store in jeopardy, so.
Man, remember when my group drama was whether Junpei and Akihiko could successfully talk to girls at the beach? Man. 😬😬😬
Saki comes over to basically neg Yosuke???? So our man Reverie asks her if she though Terezi and Vriska were pale or black or red until she leaves, saving the day. Phew.
Aaaaaaand here we go. Some PLOT. Thank you god. Everyone agrees to try the Midnight Channel thingie.
Did this game have these anime cutscenes originally? I avguely remember them but not how LONG they are. Were these repurposed from the anime or made bespoke? Anyway, they look great.
Saki is on the Midnight Channel, and then our heroic dumbfuck almost gets eaten by the TV.
good job, idiot.
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FUCK IT here's the stupid dilf twinks + their adoptive children + context to this nobody asked for
The idea is their plural asses were raised in a superhero city but at a time that plurality was demonized (not that it isn't by the time Amethyst and Remix exist tbqf),
We kind of half-ripped parts of the powers Empathy from The Aspects (book two) has where if they're around people for any amount of time their general physique starts to shift and an overlay occurs where they're still themselves but like...identity crisis because they have a "veil" of anyone and everyone they see even if it's just on television down to their skills, which can kind of be handy but also suck a lot sometimes
BUT BUT BUT
Because they're plural they can just stabilize themselves. So Black Star (left) actually looks like Bright Dawn (right) to the outside world and it causes all of this dysphoria not to mention when they were nineteen they could've been hatecrimed!! Murdered!! You see!!! So they had to also figure out various ways to pass as singlet while maintaining their secret super hero stuff on top of that, try not to get institutionalized at best, etc etc etc
So what happens is like
One day they see this little homeless kiddo in the middle of the street basically just becoming a massive amalgamation of everyone's face and/or rapidly changing faces because Halycon is a Massive Fucking City so Black Star and Bright Dawn kind of go "Oh Shit we should probably take this kid in" thinking she's just a singlet and that they can just teach them simplified methods of their own thing that's going on and everything will be fine and dandy,
they can continue pretending to be singlets and whoever is doing the saving the day thing will depend on who's fronting and they can just...switch to the "default" guy or whatever when interacting with Amethyst, stating the reason they look so different when in their super-powered magical boy form is because they have a mental representation in their brain that does the work for them to keep them stabilized, nothing much really —
Alas, this was never meant to be
Because
Amethyst (left) has a secret sibling. In her head. Called Remix (right).
Amethyst took this advice very literally, and that is how BS/BD now have a "oh, double fuckshit" situation on their hands. Black Star and Bright Dawn share the literal exact same body elasticity powers as this other system and didn't even realize they were a system until the moment they learned to stabilize their face and entire body basically just a little too fast.
"What do you MEAN the self-representation isn't supposed to be autonomous?!" And so it's like. Their own faults because they're the ones who advised, and then asked how Amethyst learned as fast as she did.
And they're absolutely convinced it is much safer for Amethyst and Remix to keep their multiplicity on the downlow so they also at least have somewhat of a chance to make it until 40 years old.
Amethyst and Remix, obviously, do not like the idea of pretending they're anything but a system and at the time the game is being played, they're reaching a bit of a breaking point with BS/BD where there's all of this tension
Because Amethyst and Remix hate any advice BS/BD has to give now regarding how to do anything and they think BS/BD are being overly harsh
But Black Star and Bright Dawn literally are like "these are our children we understand this line of work is dangerous, but it's going to be even worse if they keep doing this and being open about their existence," and are really seriously convinced what they are trying to say/do/etc. is in the best interests of this tiny system they've basically raised since like, elementary school or whatever
NOW UH
THE PART WHERE BS/BD ARE DILF TWINKS
The "twink" part of that is because Black Star chose magical-boy-esque costumes to fit the more unique facet of their system's superpower (impossible fighting skills/superhuman physique...we think it was the latter?) when both of them were like, 19 years old, thinking it would just work out and they'd look different enough from their civilian clothing. And just....neither of them realizing they would be stuck with those uniforms forever. :'D
These MFs have been heros long enough they are. Mentoring. Another not-even-19 year old system.
We imagine the superhuman physique aspect of this plus their body elasticity (the definition of which we stretched to hell and back to justify how we plan to play this Masks RPG game for both this NPC system and our PC system) would make it fucking unusual but entirely possible they look waaaaay younger than they actually are as a result
And to add insult to injury they have a magical boy transformation so like, even the like one or two people who would even know they're a system would have no fucking clue which one of them is Black Star and which one is Bright Dawn because the flashing pretty lights or whatever would just fuck with a normal person's senses. :D It's perfect for them. :D
We imagine, if it gets approved by the rest of the players, BS/BD are like those MFers who are like, super strong and like they're super well-known for that mostly but also, for some godforsaken reason, they absolutely slay in their outfits so they have these groups of fangirls or whatever (even better and much funnier in our heads if the groups are like, "rivals" or whatever) that fuckin' can't stop talking about them, so Remix and Amethyst keep getting clocked as asexual because of shit like:
"Omg did you see Bright Dawn's latest appearance???"
"...fighting crime is a very serious job you know..." *Amethyst trying not to tell this person/friend/whatever BD is literally their impromptu parent....and also that is BS, not BD, so she's now trying not to drop anything about their multiplicity per their request...they might both be annoying but they still raised her y'know*
"OH so you're more of a Black Star fan??? That's fucking ridiculous he's way too edgy and what is with that fucking hat, fighting style is soooo ugly too like who even taught the mothe —"
*at this point Amethyst just fuckin' tunes it out, she's heard it ALL at this point* Mate, I'll tell ya what, I'm just not into EITHER of them.
It would probably do literally nothing to the plot for the RPG we think but would add some very funny flavoring to the game we would appreciate haha.
"Why are these twin headmates so fleshed out and not your player characters Rusanya," well, we're glad you asked — you see, these two are called backstory characters and we NEED them fleshed out for the purposes of the RPG and that means we need to know how they think, especially if they're the mentors to our player characters Amethyst and Remix.
Amethyst and Remix, on the other hand, their purpose is literally to be fleshed out as we play our game with our friends, so like, of course they won't be as fleshed our currently. They're like literal teenagers if that and also our player characters.
AND YES ALL IMAGES WERE MADE IN A PICREW. THIS ONE AND THEN THIS ONE.
We tried to infodump about all of this to our braindbody's 55 year old mother, who somehow caught the word "twins" from all of this even though we think it's pretty clear it's not QUITE twins. Which. On one hand that is sad, but on the other hand Thank God.
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i did these posts with books i read in 2020 i think, bout to make another for black sails. this is just a yardstick for my progression with the series, aka my extensive nonsensical notes and quotes i liked etc. no clear indicators whos saying what and when, just Vibes and Real Drama Television so i'll generally remember whats Happening. watch out its quite a wordy fucknig thing if you press read more also i started at episode 4 of season1 for some fucking reason and it pisses me off immensely. IT TOOK ME SIX MONTHS AND NINE DAYS TO FINISH THIS SHOW. I NEED TO PUT THESE THOUGHTS SOMEWHERE. heres also a twitter thread of reaction for however long the site's gonna be usable at this point
(watch and read as my opinions on characters and decisions change in real time)
ep4 fuckign FUCK jack is the funniest motherfucker in this SHOWWW . "you'd be a valuable asset to anybody .. my [most valuable thing??] is my wits [and as someone who just lost 5000 pesos of their own crew's money, it isn't worth much atm]
"and that, my darling, i feel compelled to state out loud, life is simply too FUCKING SHORT".
also anne as the muscle and him as the wits.❤️ straight rights
ep5 "i specifically tried to talk her OUT of getting wrapped up in my selfish scheme" it's the Best when men are. self-aware.
ep6 eleanor holding john's life in her fingers❤️ tasty delicious i love women with power yes girl destroy every other person for the woman who you love
the enslaved people fucking their captors shit right up. i love this flavor. fucking hell. fucking fuck the stunt scott pulled almost got me ooohhhh thank god it didn't go as i feared.
john has this cadence about him it's like he's constantly trying to sell me a used car
BILLY ? FLINT. ARE YOU. FOR REALLLL
"you had your say. now i'll have mine" ANNEEEE
ep7 gates: "because billy. Wasn't expendable. To Me." MY MANNNNNNNNNNNNN IM GONNA. CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
eleanor PLEASE get your head outta your assSSSS....
back to jack rackham's funtime brothel business attempt :) hes so bad at this... what the hell.... "the wRong tree" BITCH.... he is so pathetique godbless
"get your fucking house in order" MAX. I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!
the . fuckign tears in Gates' eyes when Dufrene says that after this trip, Flint dies. . ajdslfhjl
ep8 flint you . flint. Flint. you fucking. YOU SADDDD PATHETICCCCCCC LITTLE MAN. NOT! GATES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! not the sobbing and im sorry's and cradling his dead body in your hands. this sucks. this fucking SUCKS
i wish vane would suck some sand and die :)
john's manic smile "had to be done" you are. sssssso. YOU.
"no-man's-land. there was a time when stopping halfway across this bridge would have been unthinkable to you"
sorry to be so crude but flint's tits are fucking Humongous. Who allowed this.
s2
ep1 "but i'm the only person within a hundred miles of here who doesn't want to see you dead" hm. my god. so flint and silver, like...
"maaadam guthrie" jack <3
"so i actually have to fight him?" "WELL WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN"
"you have absolutely nothing to worry about" i doubt that, jack. but thanks
OH MY DOUBTS ARE UNFOUNDED !
flint and silver make each other worse :) yay!!!
ep2 ".. but seducing her was certainly... an interesting approach"
idk where this is going to go yet . but jack. "take our, predicament" bruh. MANN. hes so pathetic and i feel bad for him but do nottt be a dickkkkk. HE'S TALKING LEGALIZE LIKE A DICK AND JUST. TAKES THE SHOT. [DRUMROLL] READY TO LEAVE,
. JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. "Please know that all i have ever wanted for you is to be happy. come to bed when you're through" for. REAL?????????????????? JACK MY BEST FRIEND JACK?? POLY KING..
ep4 im sorry i know theres all this war and politic intrigue happening but the . threesome morning after, jack's awkward but jovial ?? grimace at max when he's leaving the scene, ohh my god... also max being a ma'am now within the brothel❤️ and jack kissing anne's head as he rose from bed....
flint and john insane homoerotically charged conversations. always reverting back to his share of the gold huh.
ep5 miranda's actor doing SO much for big frustrated female emotions(tm)
(utterly unimpressed) "all right. what's the matter with the articles"
"so again fuck's your problem?" anne... anne your voice is like a SO~NG
"and another to tell them why they should want to do it"
ohh my god, uhhuh. Uhhuh. huh? . yeah. yeah i thought so. i mean. fuck. Wow. uhhuh. no one's spoiled me enough to prepare me for this, then, huh. james fucking flint you complicated hard-headed queer jackass of a man. your plan is bad but fuck man who am i to tell you anything
ep6 please tell me jack doesn't know how to be a sailor please please PLEWASE he is so pathetic. "listen... no women" SHUT UP!!!!
anne's stride to that man's neck to get him to spill the beans about the gold. her voice and eyes. i love you strange angry violent bisexual woman. god. you know. trauma !
thhhe fucking shadow work when small scared traumatized anne lifts her gaze to max. oh the shadow in that. MAX'S VOICE.... MAX PROMISING TO. PROTECT ANNE?? at some cost i bet.... BUT ANYWAY????
i love the fact that jack is just compleeeteely not scary intimidating or physically impressive at all. wet blanket of a man but at least he's got a brain (?) and a heart ???
ep7 max standing up for anne, both of them owing so fucking much to the other. i love how much authority max has...
oh its sooo fucking delightful how silver and flint are just. thick as thieves, suddenly, i love to fuckin see it. OK NEVER FUCKING MINDDD LMAO. but theyve still got that rappor!!! like!!! cant get rid of the other fast enough. or at all!! no matter what! tied at the ankles together!!
oh. thank. fuck max hugged her. ohh my god... and [the other lady] was so .. idk whats going on exactly but how kind of her to . come and usher anne out of the situation. you dont need to be doing this. go. HHHNNN
silver telling max about the gold >:) MAX'S SMILE. ILOVE HERRRR
hyiiii EWW THE ENDING OF THIS EPISODE... EWWWWW
ep8 "please go with him, so he doesn't get himself killed" ".. oh for fucks sake.."
the power that silver holdddds. ooohhhhhhhhh
wait HOLD UP. ? DID :) did flint kill hamilton's father for putting him in an asylum (??) am i reading this girl's tale correctly..
"for if anyone is responsible for what happened that day, it's, Me." ma'am. ily
oh god oh lord. the birds of prey over the fort. has vane Really just murdered 40 men ON HIS OWN.
ALRIGHT. YEAH. WAIT. NO. I FORGOT ABOUT THE NASTY UNPLEASANT VIBE OF THE LATEST EPISODE LOL <33
FUCK charles vane i HATE THIS BITCHHHHh EVERYTHING IS SO FUCKING DIFFICULT ALL OF THE TIME
ep9 "footrope. bitch of a spot"
"you idiots are the fucking riggers of this ship" AHSDHFJKH
oh but i thought there were two ships. one in charlestown and one at nassau. and that vane's men would yknow. be in Nassau. cuz how did they get into charlestown THIS QUICK ?
i know it's main character syndrome but man oh boy is silver good at keeping himself alive
"where are we going?" "to execute the third option"
i hate that anne has to kill :( but it is also so fucking sexy that she is so GOOD at handling a fight
fuuuuck eleanorrrrr,,, GRRRR
tjhe lingering hand hold with anne and max.... AUUUGH
the LOVE. that miranda and flint share for thomas is SO FUCKING WILD TO ME WHAT A POINT WHAT A POWER. ????
OH . SHHHHE. FUCKING. DIES??????????? JUST LIKE . THAT????????????
john's smug ass grin when vane says theyre saving flint... whaaaatttt
NOT THE AVALANCE ??????
ep10 "like we was two halves of the same thing""i can't be your wife, jack"[A TEAR FROM JACK'S EYE]"but you and i are gonna be partners til they put us in the fucking ground" HET! RIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!
john seeing how the crew starts rising up for him.. oh the power. oh the power is DELICIOUS.
"everyone is a monster to someone. since you are so convinced that i am yours... i will be it"
"what do you suggest?" "that we remind them that they were right to be afraid" FLINT!!!!!
"where are his keys, and has he seen them since he took me away from my men" BRO. JOHN!!!!!!
oh flint is. fully gone :) kill my lover kill my wife i've HAD ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the fear the genuine guttural fucking FEAR at john's voice over the state of his leg . the crew all around him. oh this is. OH THIS IS.
point of no return.
"would you like to see something shiny?" PIRATES!!!!! WOOOO YEAHH
MAX AS THE SEASON'S FINAL FRAME ILYSM
s3
ep1 TEACH!!
"any capital sentence against a pirate would hear my answer" he's an avenging angeeeeel. OF SOME SOOORT
haircut and facial hair to show that time has passed, yes, i see
"this crew has spilled a great deal of blood to make your name what it is. it doesn't belong to you" WOW
oh. Oh! alright! jack you piece of shit huh! vane i'm sorry for my very mean words (still deserved, but you know, people, being human, piracy)
"take this, and leave me be" max.....
"jack, if i thought it gave you any pleasure, i would've killed you the moment you suggested it" goddamn. goddamn these two. fucking fuck.
season three poster kicks ASSS
ep2 "lovely. good old jack gets buried beneath a pile of rubble while you two begin a well-funded life of leisure"
"i am here in part to ensure my own future, i will not apologize for that" max you deserve eeeveeerythiiiiing
sjhaking jack and max in a bottle grr GRR they both love anne GRRRRRRRRH
"this is the second time in the last few months im facing certain death, and you are again offering moral support" "does that mean we're married?"
oh . oh :( john having to witness and hold this guy through as he's helpless and fucking drowning before his eyes. fuck tthis fucking SHOW!!!!!
i love how much this all. Affects john. he's so fuckjing sad to lose yet another of his brothers.
"just how fucking stupid, exactly, are your men" "... it's hard to say"
"... like fucking rodents, preparing for the winter"
flint's nightmares in this... ough. miranda... HAUNTING
oh fuckyes the becalming be upon us. IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS.
ep3 "no, i think we should feed some of the men and not, others" dfhjk flint flint flint flint this is FUCKED UP. BUT WHAT ELSE CAN YOU DO???? AS CAPTAIN!!!!!
jack's "[whistle] that's enough. you, sit down" charming charming guy
"though might be you're the only one who actually made a career of it" jack and anne and jack and vane and hdsfdbkjbvkvj what is this do they even like each other is this old friends is tHIS ABOUT OLD FRIENDS ???
"i think it's torture for him. and i think the only way he can imagine it stopping is when there are no more of us left to witness it" john's insight into flint.... why is he so clever about this man. huh!!!
the ghosts hunting flint❤️ oh christ i cant do this . fucking trauma. fucking piracy. fuck this noise. FUCK!!!
"if you're not strong enough to do what needs to be done, [then] i'll do it for you" flint. my man. is this a love confession (fuck no it isnt but also HM)
oh shit, oh fuck , anne and max fucking love each other. FUCK. "you should stay. to see it divided evenly" ".... i trust you" AH! HOLY! SHIT!
"i'm one of the two men who've been on full rations for the last few days. you're the other. let's go" YAY AT THIS DYNAMIC. YAY AT TRYING TO BECOME WHAT HIS BEST FRIEND AND WIFE WERE TO HIM. YAY AT THIS ENTIRE TRUST-BONDING EXPERIENCE :)!!!
fight me or kill me "or acknowledge the fact that you and i would be a hell of a lot better off as partners instead of rivals" HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!
ep4 the men shouting and lying and demanding shit outside the fortress, appealing to jack, trying to get to vane. jack point-blank shooting the guy❤️ oh my god.
fuck yes retribution by enslaved people <3 oh man. where is this going to Fucking Take Us. ethically choppy waters, black-n-white thinking, i dont fcking know
jack is . so focused on leaving a legacy...
"how much?" "... mmh !"
"i was just gonna say 'i'll see you soon', but that would probably be a lie, wouldn't it?"
"i hate to be the one to say it, but is it possible we've all missed the point of that story? they all Died."
flint and john's epic fatherhood over billy ahljsdf:djflgk
"she will not let us leave this place alive" and good for her for that
MISTER SCOTT LOVE OF MY LIFEEEEE LIGHT OF MY DAYSSSSSS YEAH YEAH !! YEHAW!!!
oh fuckers and shitheads you did not just . shoot at him. did you. im going to eat you
ep5 "so i might oversee the survival of both places outside the scrutiny of either" mr scott.......
"you should know, people do not speak to me that way anymore" max you deserve the moon and the stars. eleanor get the fuck outta here...
h e r v o i c e w h e n s h e s a y s a n n e
scott smiling so fucking gently softly at his wife and THEN HIS DAUGHTER OUGH MAN HE'S SO..!!!! flint i swear if you fuck this up. if you get a knife on her im gonna [jsdfhmgjkfjngj]
"strange how little separates us" :( vane and that dying spanish dude talking...
"it's awful, isn't it. how the money makes sheep of us all"
max demanding herself a seat and a future. god i love you.
"and yet for some reason, right now i am bothered by it" the flint fucking curse i see
HE LEFT THE KNIFE!!! HE LEFT IT!!! THE CROWD GOES WILLLDDDD
"bring down nassau. maybe you bring it all down"
jack and his name..... ohhhh brother.
ep6 "in a few hours time, there's a good chance you're going to look awfully smart"
jack so angry and peeved and hurt-of-pride bc that english dude got the city to work and he didn't... ouhh the pride. OH WHY ARE YOU HERE YOURE GONNA GET IN TROUBLE.....
"no one prepared you for this, did they" ah the similar fates "but i know how"
"but it cannot be borne if you cannot stand"
"please understand i'm quite particular about my library"
"to have been a partner to him in this way" the homoerotic subtext mmmhh-hm!
"you don't think i can convey a thought to Anne comprehensible only to her? a thought as simple as 'run'?" ;_; BRUH,,, he's ready to . Not let Nassau be 'english' and for anne to have a chance out NO MATTER WHAT THE COSTTTTT
"english it will not be" or however the quote went..... badass... fuck yehaw.....
scott and his daughter ,,, scott continues to be so. fucking loving father to her despite the great gulf between them :( MANNNN
FUCK! ROGERS!!!!!!!!!!!
ep7 jesussss this plan is big and dangerous🙂
yes yess YES YES YESSSS THE DAUGHTER GETS ON THE BOAT!!!!!!!!! please tell me her name next. ffs.
billy taking her hand and helping her onto the ship COOL SHOT !!
".. but this battle is ours as much as yours. my word and your will govern in consort or not at all. and when i'm not present, that word shall be given by my daughter" POWER TO WOMEN!!!!!!!!
"we're all villains in nassau. don't think cuz youre new youre any different"
fuck :) now they gotta give jack as well as the gold. max is so pissed abt this. she gave anne her WORD.
i love that she had power and say over white men now. btw. love this flavor.
HER NAME IS MADI. BTW. THANK YOUU
"i understand this is the place cowards come to beg forgiveness from a king"
"captain flint is dead" "not anymore he's not" HE GOT BETTER
ohhhh ffffuuuuuck did silver just. kick glasses-guy's head in with his peg leg. ohh Brother.
"my name is john silver. and i've got a long, fucking memory"
flint coming to ask silver "are you alright?" after this all :)c not to be annoying. but im gonna be annoying. these two fucking guys <3
flint talking about both miranda and thomas this episode i love bisexuality
"... and spiteful to anyone who would find.. Happiness, under her rule" AFTER REFERRING TO THE FACT THAT BOTH THOMAS AND MIRANDA WERE KILLED FOR THE FIGHT FOR THE PARDONS ETC. WOW!!!!
vane and jack and anne and max polycube of all time. at this current moment just the three of them at all actively but it still stands.
ep8 anne and flint discussing routes. vane is there too. vane is playing with some tea cup. gets his finger slightly stuck on the ear--
"don't despair, some other poor bastard'll take my place soon enough" jack..... the RAT......
"there's a whole world out there, that ever so often rewards ambition"
"this does not seem like release"
"one waits for mr de groot to finish speaking, frowns thoughtfully, and then repeats phonetically what he said to the men"
"the depths of my ignorance on the subject" oooh yes. oh YES. learning the job. ON THE FLY.
he and madi have an interesting thing going on :) they should be friends i think
i really dont care for eleanor anymore. like good for her for girlbossing her own way but ohhhh stay away from max thaaaanks
ok sorry yeah i do like it when she's cussing men out its good its fantastic
the fucking spiderweb of people and relations and ideals and pride and trust and power and dsshfkdjfgkj
"for reasons passing understanding, mr dobbs still has a number of friends on this crew" fuck dobbs but FUCK this line is funny
madi :(....
jack is the son of a long line of tailors omg...
"but jesus did i make up a lot of ground to catch you"
anne clambering into the wreckage to kiss jack square on the lips hello............ "ow" HELLO
vane jack and anne "right behind us" vane's INSANE fucking stare at flint as he says "yeah" GOOD STUFF
i mean im not trying to sell the polycule but uuuhhhhoooohhhgh vane helping jack out of the carriage.. that hold is GOOOOOODDD
vane's NOT ABOUT TO FUCKING DIE RIGHT NOW. IS HE. I JUST STARTED TO LIKE HIIMMMM
ep9 "charles vane's death is inside that box. along with my good name. along with her lost love. along with your late quartermaster's life." holy fucking shit speak UP jack oh i LOVE THIS. oh my godddddd
"that, or he doesn't know how to say no to the both of us at the same time" flint and silver parents of all time
"... it could be catastrophic" "HE KNOWS." JOHN'S FACE HEREEE
"if you have something to add you should just fucking say it"
"i can't tell if this was a warning, or a welcome" WELCOME!!!!!! WELCOME TO H E L L ! ! !
madi hugging john OH GOD. OH THE . GHRGHGGRHG THERES A TRUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"get on with it motherfucker" oh fuck me i really like vane actually. he's not gonna fucking DIE, HAHA, THAT WOULD BE . WRONGGGG
huh. well this fucking hurt actually. gol d roger ass move btw. FUCK THIS SUCKS ACTUALLY!!!!!!
jack taking on vane's mantle . my teeth are gonna be ground clean off with the way im clenching my jaw right now. fffuck me this episode was pretty rough after all
eleanor guthrie youre a fantastic character i hope you also get whats coming to you❤️
hello mr teach and your sad little camp.... dad's about to be fucking furious about a certain someone's hanging.... "what do you want to do about it?" and the movement of his eye.... GIRL WHAT DO YOU THINK HE WANTS TO DO ABOUT IT
ep10 "the irony wasn't lost on either of us"
"but the one in whose name this war is to be fought... it is still a stranger to me" oh Words. also flint's stare in this moment mmmmmwah!!
"and given how much we have sacrificed to earn this battle, how can we do anything other but to see it through. my friend may have given his life to earn this battle"
flint sacrificed fifty of his men in a senseless massacre just to entice the english to chase after him.......... bitch this fucking MAN.
blackbeard coming to avenge his SONNNN and also jack closing his eyes to take in the news of charles' death oh my GOD
he is. so righteously PEEVED at eleanor over what happened to charles oh my god.....
BTW really very good hair insp from jack here. around 19minutes to the ep
"... once our relationship had been exposed, defiled, scandalized... everything ended"
"england was broken, and that sooner or later a good man must resist it" BRO. BRRRRROOO
flint's voice and face during this conversation haHa. haha ha ha. Ha., huh.
john..... partners and trust and dying 'for' flint ghngrhg
"there may be no one in the world closer to you than i am" THIS IS . INSANE. INSANE!!!!!!!
"i think he feels shame. for having disappointed me. and a great need to redeem himself in my eyes"
"but among them is the sincere confusion as to why charles invested any time and energy in you" BECAUSE THEYRE FRIENDS!!!! DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!
"there wasnt any more to that thought, was there" JACK YOU LOSER....
"to be underestimated is an incredible gift"
"someone better suited to do what must be done" madi's so fucking cool and i would lay down my life for her .
"see you on the other side" "always." fuck will and elizabeth actually these are my emotional support straights (not straight). also jack just called charles their brother im going to dshfjkdbgjkhjhklfdg
oh i love comedy. blackbeard's ship getting shot at and jack faltering in his step, while Teach. Literally Just Stands there. giving him the eye. Jack trying to gather himself. lmao
"TELL YOUR GOVERNOR. YOU TELL HIM I'M COMING" YAAAAYYY
"but in terms of out future and the danger that you believe you may pose to me, bear this in mind. I've survived starvation, a tempest, pirate hunters, jealous captains, mutinous crews, angry lords, a queen, a king, and the goddamn british navy." the rest of that quote. THE SCENE WHERE THEYRE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER OVER THE BODY OF WATER. WOW!!! FLINT'S SMILE IN THE FLASHBACK. WOW!!!!!!!
"but that name isnt doing anything for us. see about that"
cant fucking describe how insanely fun it is to me that the crew at nassau are creating a myth, a man out of thin air, to serve as the poster boy for their efforts or whatnot. this is the Neatest fucking thing. WHAT the hell.
best fucking thing to have max be in these season finale final shots so often
THE LETTER. MADMEN, RICH MEN, TYRANTS AND KING. THE TABLE!!!!
s4
ep1 "if it makes you feel any better, i havent considered killing you in months" aw he cares ❤️
also hhhiiiih the opening sequence underwater stuck in that ladder thingie :) yikes!!
MADI HOT AS HELL.
"today there will be vengeance for the death of charles vane" JAAAACKKKKK
THE REVENGE :)<3
oh that was. a nasty fucking trick, the barricade whatever. oh fuck me.
OH FUCK MEEEE flint i cant believe you'd leave silver on his oWN OH NNNO. and madi's reaction as well oh no....
"i dont know. got to make this" girl this is . So.
im still wondering about max and eleanor's roles in all this. who will max side with. No one? herself. is eleanor actually This, Now. after all That? shes the most selfish mf (honorific) that im finding this all Very difficult to swallow
flint telling madi how it seems that silver and her have become 'friends'.... "he is my friend, too" i see. I See.
MR. FEATHERSTONE DO NOTTTTTTT TRIFLE ME RIGHT NOW. BE. FOR REAL.
no no nnno not mister de groot :(
"there will be no pirate King here. of that much i am certain" GO GIRL!!!!!!!!! I SUPPORT THIS
ep2 "i gave you a life, and you repaid me by conspiring with my enemies" MAX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh NO???
aah, good ol sexism on the high seas. whats teach's fucking issue with anne.
madi has the fucking, CLASS and SWAG of a chAMPION. TALK BACK TO FLINT MORE!!! ILOVE THIS FLAVOR
israel fucking hands lmsjkdfglfk i fucking knew it was fking waiting for the name to drop i cant fucking, believe this
i love this, when john is spinning this tale about himself, i dont know if he believes any of it himself, whether he's so deep in the lie just to get out of a bad situation, is this where his heart actually lies. i love this. myth of a man. "now i am here". like some goddamned god
"at a certain point there is a good chance he'll just decide to kill you than take your no for an answer" "he can try" anne loml loml loml
"now that we're here, it'd be so easy. and i don't wanna do it"
[looks at the camera] oh. i Love Infighting.
"someone who shared anne's mistrust of sentimentality" anne and charles bff's for REAL.....
oh fuck off fuck me, teach's memory of charles and that bird and what it might mean, "dinner" fuuuuck meeeeeeeeeeee this FUCKING gUY
max is so tired of this fucking situationnnn but she has some sense of moralityYYY oh my god this tangle of WEBSSSS
john just lost a friend in max :(
ep3 max's voice when she's angry... loml
"the empire survives in part because we believe its survival to be inevitable. but it isn't. and they know that. that's why they're so terrified of you and i" flint and madi bestfriendism arc begins Now
wait this occurred to me out of nowhere as jack is pondering about his future status and whether he's gonna be blackbeard's equal one day. oh are these daft bastards all doomed by the narrative. cuz of the history thing. idk what happened in nassau, historically speaking, but is this whole entire endeavor gonna end Bad for them. oh no. OH NNNNO
madi YOUR EYES. OH THE TEARS
"do i need to run?" "that'd be fun for me to see. how would you do it?" "with great difficulty, i imagine"
this episode is paced and shot in the most . bizarre fucking manner. why does this look and feel like a relationship drama or a cheap version of one.
"i did not fail to do it. i refused to do it and would again"
teach offering that shithead rogers a tight lipped smile while he's captured. ok blackbeard you have rights
oh. oh they fucking killed. huh. teach is fucking dead, then. fuck rogers fuck him entirely what the fuck is this dudes deal
ep4 flint saying "our shared authority" like a . fucking confession. oh my God.
"a lot of them end up that way too. though i admire your optimism" AND THE WAY FLINT LOOKS AT HIM. THIS IS INSANE ON THE BRAIN
silver's personal vendetta against billy. <3 flint and silver sharing the mantle of Captain(tm) <33
"i think we all agree that it helps none of us to have those idiots armed to the teeth" "... yeaH"
this john billy flint + max conflict is so interesting. oh my god it's so . HM!!
"any man" "absolutely -- absolutely not" LET ANNE FIGHT FFS !!!!!
"anne get up" her hands. fully open. bleeding down to the bone now,
JACK JACK JACK MY BELOVED RACKHAM
"that i would have had to live with it" max is not a killer ohhh she's got the sensibilities of a human-person still when everyone else is ready to reign bloody murder upon anyone who crosses them ohhhhhhhhh
"do i need to be concerned that you took almost two hours to tell me about it?"
i know i know i know its about miranda (and thomas) but mostly miranda i know i know but fuck man fuuuuuuck when john tells flint that madi is the person who makes him the most vulnerable and flint is spacing out after it. dude. FUCK. but also uhhhhhh UHHHHHHH this could be. Bad❤️ flint is. NOT a good person. HHHHHHH
"wouldn't you trade it all to have thomas hamilton back again" HUUUUUUUUUH ? OH I DID NOT EXPECT US TO GO /HERE/ ACTUALLY
the way flint's face is twitching. sir toby stephens THANK YOU
"i suppose the good news is that's how we'll know we're finally getting somewhere interesting" AND THE SAD SMIRK AT THE END OFTHISSSS
fuck eleanor but the look she grants flint before the gate closes. damn.
eleanor i am sooooooo sick and tired of your shhhhit leave max ALONE <333333
ep5 eleanor's handmaiden lady is quite brave actually, to trust her word and go out to the wolves like this
billy is so. Baffled. this actor is really fun in this kinds of emotion
john trusts flint.... or at least. he is trying to convince billy that he does.....
ok this is Quite fucking fascinating actually. this Quarrel-type a beat between rogers and eleanor
i.... dont,,,, care for eleanor getting all emotional about madi and her mom and mr scott. dude. get real.
LOVE the way flint says "i'm not concerned" in regards to the change in plans (cache, and john)
sucha fucking powerful frame when flint and co. come from that tunnel and madi with her men are there <3
"HE just Said it."
"all it guarantees is we no longer have the cache that we all agreed was Critical" I LOVE THAT JACK IS SO. PRACTICAL AND SMART...
WHERES ANNE.
eleanor's commanding officer or whatever . his face when looking through the looking-glass and max asks him what he sees. priceless.
ep6 yes yes yes madi, stomp on those white girl feelings. FUCK eleanor
"'this deal'? as in the one in which you walk away with all My mOnEy?"
"i did not want this" :-(
"thats the power youve given me" oh, BILLY. YOU SHOT YOURSELF IN THE LEG WITH THIS CHOICE !!!
billy's vendetta against flint, wanting to see him dead...... silver asking him to stop it/be over it...............
max and jack, hm, not friendship necessarily. but the General Understanding between them. at times. yeah.
MAX AND ANNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"i loved you. and i betrayed you. but i cannot apologize for it" ... "and i do not wish to lie to you ever again" MAX. GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR VOICEEEEE
did madi just. fucking die.
oh. shit. did eleanor fucking die also.
everythings. COMING UP, FLINTHOUSE,
flint's face acting once again, now that he's telling silver about the. Hnghn. situation. oh god.
"anyone who can't make it to the beach, i want them carried. i'll not leave anyone behind"
"how can we all have sacrificed so much and none of us has anything to show for it?" oh i get it now i get it . max isthe fucking insightful oracle or smth like that of the series. she's always on all sides and on her own side, selfish and giving and caring and loyal and scheming. oh she. Oh She.
"... and the governor is sitting in Nassau in mY ffFFUcking chair, victorious !!!"
this spat jack and max are having. Oh Man. i revisit my earlier statement. I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC????
"youre goddamn right i do"
"eleanor is dead, anne is nearly dead, and i want him to pay for all of it dearly" this is not the point but hoooooohhhhmy god if anyone suggests that this woman is bisexual rather than a lesbian im going to [choking noises. but humorously]
oh this shall be. Really Good. <- scene opens of silver lookng Fhucking worse for wear and red-teary-eyed. and flint's opening the captain's door
ep7 "she was curious and strong, not made to be hidden away from the world" THIS SUCKS. SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
flint asking "how are you" from silver...... hngnh. theres something so genuine in his voice in this. and in silver's eyes. oh fuck fuck fuck this
"they call you king, but only in the kingdom that is no more. we're all free men here, and i wish to Stay that way."
MAX FUCKING LOVES ANNE. LOOK AT THOSE LINGERING GLANCES FROM THE DOOR. FUCK!!!!!!!! FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"you told her to fuck off. she listened" IM SO SAD
jack's funy little breakdown over the whatever-fees like. bruh. this is SO domestic
jack's got the energy of a single father of four, methinks.
"when i was drowning myself over miranda, you helped me find my way out. Look at me. I will do the same for you"
"charles vane was my closest friend in the world" bruh............. JACK....................... BRO!....................
eleanor's grandmother's actor hello hello hello. Hello
hyii vittuuUUU the dead eleanor having moved her gaze towards rogers in his minds eye eeewwwwWW CREEPS ME OUT
"they are strong when flint and silver are united, but separate the two of them, turn them against one another and their world collapses" JESSUS THE CODEPENDENCY THE ISSUES THE . WOW!!!!!!!!!!!
BITCH. BITCH ??????????????????????????? BGIHNTUTDBGJK H:)DFGFNK MADI IS ALIVE?????????????? FLINT WHAT DID YOU . DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i think max is the only character in this show actually. thats what i think actually.
oh fuck Oh fuckkkk silver looks like a drowned cat when he realizes that flint and the queen are not... in favor of. getting madi ? oh goddddddddddddd
".. to divide us like this, i will not permit it, MADI, would not permit it..."
flint is like. RIDE OR DIE. for silver rightnow about madi. i respect this i like this this feels like an insane person thing in its entirety this is so good to me
"when you and i are of the same mind there is nothing we have not yet been able to do" and then he kinda Smiles. at silver. flint youre Insane.
ROGERS CAN SUCK SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
madi is so fucking through with this shes angry and tired and powerful and everythign and she will also die fighting i Hope this iSnt Foreshadowing🙂
"i mean, how could you be someone who would do that?" aint that thefucking question
"i do it for us. thats how it started. thats how its going to end" DID JACK FUCKING RACKhAM JUST INVENT. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVEEEEEEEEEE ? ?
"you'll. you know." "i will" bro they. they both love anne like crazy. they dont love each other they kinda despise/respect/pity each other but By Golly Gee God They Both Love This Woman and Will Put Aside All Arguments For Her SAKE
ISRAEL HANDS ARE YOU A LITTLE WEASEL BITCH IN THIS UNIVERSE ALSO!!!!!!!!!?????????
ep8 "right people ... to hold the world together while it finds its balance" "you think so much of what you and i can accomplish together -" "you and her." OH MY GOD????
"i think that you are the best of us" AND I THINK THAT THIS IS A LOVE CONFESSION. UNLESS????
a cold winter's niiiight. HEALING ONE'S WOUNDSSSSS. MAX AND ANNE!!!!!
oh the trust is so fuckingbroken. between max and anne. between silver and flint... jhessus the stare flint offers silver after the cache is revealed. FUCK.
ooooh the lady of the brothel and the lady in waiting and JACK JACK JACK
dads are. FIGHTING.
"but do not ask me to choose between a war, and a wife. i do not think youre going to like the answer"
"... but i demand your support. [...] do i have it?" [LONG ASS BEAT] "yes." HE SAID, YOU KNOW. !!!! LIKE A LIAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"but max refused" BUT MAX REFUSED. BUT MAX. REFUSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"she's a breath away from winning that fight. for whatever reason, she wants to share the spoils with you" IM GOING TO SPILL OVER IM GOING TO DROWN IN A PUDDLE IM GOING TO GNAW ON MY HANDBONES AND TURN INTO A FLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
no no no noNO NO NO!! SHES BEEN FIGHTING THIS WORLD EVERY DAY SINCE SHE WAS BORN!!! DO NOT!!! MARRY HER OFF!!!! TO SOME WHITE MALE DIMWIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
youre forcing her to sell herself again, to be someone else's to belong to someone who does not deserve her nor her affections, to hide behind a white man, im not angry at the show or the writers i am thrilled to witness this fiction but FOR FUCKSSSS SAKEEEEEE THE STORY OHMY GOD!!!!! SHE IS THE CENTRAL PIECE!!!! TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"that... is a Very oldman"
silver still making sure. that no one does harm to flint. he fucking trusts that man. oh i am in so So much danger
"it's a fucking mess out here, come inside" ANNE. YOU AND YOUR WAYS!!!
SHE SAID NO SHE SAID NO SHE SAID NO SHE SAID NO!!!!! I LOVE YOU MAX!!! DO NOT GIVE THEM AN INCH. GIRL YOURE MY EVERY.THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING
"... because i refuse to situate a man in a position where he might interfere one day with my ability to repair things with you"
"you are the bravest ... the truest .... and i betrayed you [her voice breAKS] and it sickens me" IM IN THE FUCING TRENCHES.
"for failing to see there's nothing important that does not include you"
hey yo <3 the hurt and . tears in silver's eyes as he watches flint Fucking betray him. after everything. after all. burrowing mmy head in sand right now effective immediately. i hate this. I HATE THISSS. he's not gonna trust flint EVER again about ANYTHING, and flint is SO. he is SO GOING TO END UP LONELY FRIENDLESS ALL HIS CLOSEST COMPANIONS AND LOVERS AND PARTNERS D E A D BECAUSE THEY HAD THE MISFORTUNE OF EXISTING A HAIRS WIDTH TOO CLOSE TO HIM. HATE PREVAILS LOVE LOSES FUCK MY STUPID BAKA LIFE
ep9 "after i just climbed that fucking hill are you being serious right now?" heh. COMEDY.
god the fucking. gentle grins and smirks they share . to let pride get between them... and then they did. let it get there. right. i hate this show (i LOVE THIS SHOW???)
TALKIONIG ABOUT. LEARNIGN HOW TO DEFEAT YOU . :) THE GENTLE SMIRKS CONTINUE OHMYGODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD THIS IS AGONIZING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"on his own and disadvantaged countless times since i've known him... and here we are"
"i wonder if he knows just how much youve learned from him" ENDME.
we dont know who silver is.
"i'd be forced to hesitate before doing you any harm" hes putting silver in the same line as thomas and miranda.
"no seriously ive got quite a lot riding on this" JACKKKK
is this fucking bitch rogers blaming . MADI. of all people for eleanor death im going to k*ll this man
OK FAIR THE KNITTING NEEDLES CLICKING ELEANOR'S GHOST THING IS PRETTY EFFECTIVE
"i must answer to them" and "MY war." madi. fuckingchrist girl.
"THAT. YOU did." MADI RIP HIM TO SHREEEDDSSSSSS
flint bodily regretting his choice of companion as this guy will not fkcing Shut UP.
FLINT STILL. idk if this is care or plotting. BUT HE DOESNT WANT TO PART FROM SILVER
"that is to say you know my genuine friendship, and loyalty" im. going. to . scream
"can that be enough and there still be trust between us?" IM. GOING TO. SCREAM!
irrelevant to everything going on but my god the way flint is build. i'd like to look like this man thanks! gender OUTTTA the wazoo
THE OLD MAN LEADING JACK JUST FUCKING . DIED????????? NATURAL CAUSES?????? WHY ARE JACK'S STORYLINES ALWAYS COMEDIES IM LOSING MY MIND
THE THREE "mm-hmm's" JESUS
if flint fucking kills joji right now i will not be a happy camper i swear
god fucking fuck.
"it would be preferable to me if we solved this another way" AND WHY DO I STILL BELIEVE HIM!!!!!
"i know you cannot see why this must be. but it must be"
LIKE WAIT A MOMENTTTT silver i love your drive and love for your wife its only right <3 but fooor fucksake madi MADI HERSELF. ON THE ENEMY SHIP. is ACTIVELY SPITTING IN ROGERS FACE AND SAYING yeah whatre you gonna do kill me do it coward AND SHES LOOKING FORWARDDDD. PLEASE GIVE HER THE COURTESY OF DOING THE SAME.
mr de groot. i fucking despise the english.
"i have his true friendship, and so he's going to have mine" bruh.
ep10 ok i said i wouldnt comment on the last ep as i was watching but here me out. i hate that theres no fondness between them, at least not the sort that you(as a watcher?) can Reliably trust upon. its all just politics and selfish wants and needs and the flotsam and dead bodies that happen around you as you strive towards your goal. i hate that i cant trust jack!! and that flint cant trust jack!! and silver cant trust either of them!!! fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
. : D MOTHERFUCKER ALRIGHT !
#särmäs sermons#literature ramble#on a very personal note regarding this whole six months. loved the feeling of engaging my soft mousse of a brain to actually ponder at#themes and . meanings and characters on a deeper level than comedy/etc shows might force you to do. this is Not A Dig at comedies.#brother i live and breathe comedies. but as previously stated this was like PROPER DRAMA. AND I (ME!!! THIS FUCKING DUNCE????) WATCHED IT#AND GOT SOMETHING OUT OF IT TOO!!!!#fuck this was fun. THIS WAS FUN. despite it alllll#a nothing post by yours truly once again 💖
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So, I watched the third episode of tlou hbo, and i want to start off with, i want to start off with even if this had been the greatest love story ever written, it still would have been a shit episode of tlou. If it had been an Emmy winning episode of television, it would have still been a shitty episode of tlou. Unfortunately, it's not. It's really fucking not. It's a saccharine pile of shit.
In the first five minutes of the season the show writes have heavy handedly stayed thier thesis, much like a middle school essay. Love and dependence are the same thing. And this entire episode is them wankinging themselves off to the cleverness of their own ideas.
It was such a disgrace of an episode its fucking hard to even know where to start. Do I start with Bella as Ellie continuing to be a charmless as an eel? Should I focus on the butchering of her character a la basement clicker? Perhaps how the show keeps fucking making references to its own lack of infected and having the characters explicitly state in the last two episodes it's totally normal to never run into infected so as to excuse their absence? Or how instead of anything interesting, we have Joel spoon feeding us exposition like the drooling little toddlers this show apparently thinks we are? While they stroll safely down a sunny country backg road with nary a threat in sight? Or perhaps even the extremely heavy handed explanation and then cut to flashback just so any fetuses watching understand what's happening? And that's all under ten minutes, because after that , the show seems to completely forget that it's a show set in a brutal apocalypse that is supposed to challenge and horrify. It also seems to forget completely that it's about two characters named Ellie and Joel, though it does manage to make Joel a background character in a scene that made me feel like i could feel the edges of my mind peeling painfully off the insides of my skull. I am of course referencing the garden party scene.
Anyways, it is a shitty love story, we never really see what makes them love each other, other than forced proximity and necessity. Any interesting conflict that could come from these two very different men falling in love is swept under the rug in favor of a twee widdle wuv stowwy. When Frank said 'from an objective point of view its increadibly romantic' no the fuck it ain't, and that's when it hit me 'love and dependence are the same thing'
I... Look, people far more coherent and far less high than I am have written eloquent and thorough articles about why it's shit just, go read those.
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My @winterpunk has told me as I write this that they have outright said thier goal was to make conservatives mad, and i guess I'm going to finish writing this post when I stop vomiting blood
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In the sense of the show as a whole, of the story, this entire aside serves absolutely no purpose, it kills and then shits on the rotting corpse of any kind of narrative momentum they built up in the first two episodes. Which wasn't fucking much to begin with.
And the premise, the premise is basically yeah those gun nut Republicans were tooootally right and they would suuuper know how to survive an apocalypse, and not only that they will create a tiny slice of heaven by being shitty. But what if...... They were secretly gay. Oooohhh shit we're so clever.
And back to the garden party which literally felt like having needles shoved into the backsides of my eye, in light of this, it makes sense that Joel and Tess are blundering incompetent fools. Look at this twee little couples gathering! Oh look now the sensitive gay and the woman have gone off and left the men folk to grunt at each other.
The entire thing just, undermines the entire story, the entire setting, everything. It's bad story telling, it's bad TV, and everyone who was involved in making and everyone who likes it should feel bad.
It's basically an hour of twee bullshit to explain why our protagonists are so clean and well stocked, far far far from the struggle, the grit, the action, the fight, the horror they go through to get a car battery in the game. Reminder, this is the part of the game we meet our first BLOATER, yeah? Instead they stroll into a beautiful clean house and they take showers and they stock up on tp and deodorant, they get a letter telling them it's aaaaaaall theirs, they whip up a car battery and wow now they're all happy and clean and ready to go... Probably wander down some more sunshine happy paths with no threats on them to infodump exposition at me again, I suppose? I guess I'll find out when I inflict the next episode on myself, thank fuck it's only 46 minutes long and not a 72 minute long fucking torture session.
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survey #106
(taken january 26th; uploading surveys taken while gone)
Did you/Will you attend college?
I went three times and ultimately dropped out each time. Sometimes I have the urge to go back, but I just can't; I cannot keep going into deeper debt - with money that isn't even mine - going in and out of school.
Is there a song or artist that you secretly enjoy, but don’t want to enjoy?
I don't like a lot of them, but there are Blood on the Dance Floor songs I really like and definitely wish I didn't because those fucks are disgusting.
You’re looking for some new music - what’s your preferred way to discover?
YouTube recommendations.
Do you watch a lot of television? Whether that be shows, news, movies etc.
Not at all. I especially never watch it alone because I just get bored. I can take a bit of TV when watching it with someone else, though.
Is gun control necessary or no?
IT. IS. ABSOLUTELY. MANDATORY. Shit NEEDS to fucking change and I will DIE on this hill.
Are you happy with the political state where you reside?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO
Have you read the book 13 Reasons Why or watched the show?
I read and enjoyed the book, but I refuse to watch the show. I just... don't like how it presents things, at least from what I've seen. I really feel like it's a show more so for profit than *actually* caring about mental health/suicidal tendencies and showing empathy. This is just a topic that I feel needs to be handled VERY delicately when it comes to entertainment.
Do you enjoy cleaning or find it to be a chore?
I really don't enjoy it. I like the feeling afterwards, but not DOING it...
Books or movies?
Books.
Would you ever travel to Africa?
That is my DREAM. I want to so, so, so badly one day... Bless my mom, she occasionally looks and checks pricing and hotels sometimes online just out of the dream to get me there one day. It is NOT cheap.
Who last slept in your bed?
Me and Roman.
Whose house were you last at?
My older sister's. I normally help my mom watch Ash's kids on Fridays.
When was the last time you were high?
I've never been high but do want to try an edible one day in a safe environment. I'm not into the idea of smoking anything.
Can you do the splits?
No; I couldn't even when I was in dance and occasionally practiced. Yeah, I realistically could've if I practiced MORE, but I didn't.
Does it bother you when girls make duck faces?
My brother in Christ, there are immensely more important things to be bothered by than a person making a harmless fucking face lmao
Have you ever met anyone who was overly addicted to a computer game?
Maybe? I once was that person, though. It's the reason I'm not interested in trying anymore MMORPGs because WoW once literally dominated my life. I still play it, but it's WAY more manageable now after I took a kinda forced break for around two years, I think.
What do you like to complain about?
I don't LIKE complaining about anything, especially when you obsessively worry you're annoying people with it.
Has anyone ever told you that you have a big butt?
No, because I never have and I'm very aware of that.
What video game have you played the most?
Shadow of the Colossus, probably? Or maybe Spyro games. If you include computer games though, then it is EASILY World of Warcraft.
Are you a bad influence?
I know I am in some ways.
Does it matter to you if your significant other drinks?
Over my dead and rotting body would I date anyone coming ANYWHERE near being an alcoholic, but drinking every now and again is fine. I honestly am grateful that Girt doesn't drink at all, though. Healthier and safer.
Do you have scars you don’t like to talk about?
WELL I don't exactly like talking about my scar from my pilonidal cyst removal surgery because that's an awkward place for a scar lmfao
Honestly, if you wanted to get laid right now, could you?
No, my mom is here and Girt also is not gonna drive 30 minutes at 7:00 PM to just stay for a very short period of time.
Do you swallow gum when you’re finished?
No, my body doesn't let me.
What is your best talent?
I'd say writing.
Do you know anyone named Nicole?
Yeah, that's actually my younger sister's name.
Have you ever shot an animal?
Absofuckinglutely not.
Do you have a couch in your house?
We actually have two: one with three cushions and another with two.
Would you like to have a soda machine in your room?
No; I'm doing my best to mostly stay away from soda and only have it sparingly so having a machine in my room would be a very bad idea.
Are you a fast or slow reader?
I think I read at a moderate pace.
[TW: ABUSE]
Have you ever been in an abusive relationship?
I am incredibly grateful that I haven't been.
Where do you want to raise your kids?
If by some incredibly low chance I do have kids, I'm definitely going to want to raise them in a very nature-y area and teach them to be very involved with it. I'd want my hypothetical kids to love every living thing too, no teaching them to be afraid of snakes and bugs and shit. I mean yeah, let them know what's dangerous and to respect animals' space, but y'know.
Have you ever been to Cracker Barrel?
Yeah, a large number of times. I like it there.
Have you ever seen a ghost?
I think I've seen a spirit of some sort. Maybe more, when you consider my mom or sister got a REALLY weird picture at the beach once of multiple figures that were not there when she held the camera up.
Have you ever burned an ant with a magnifying glass?
No, that's very cruel.
Have you ever had an ant farm?
Huh... I don't THINK so, but I suppose it's possible I've had one of those kits as a kid. I used to LOVE the tadpole ones.
Do you wish your bf/gf would slow it down some?
No, he doesn't rush me into anything.
How many times have you changed a diaper in your life?
Once. MAYBE twice.
Has more than one person ever told you they’re in love with you?
Yes.
Have you ever slept on a couch with someone?
Napped, yeah.
When listening to a song, what do you listen for (lyrics, bass, beat, ect)?
Primarily beat.
What is the color of your toothbrush?
It's like, white and gray. It's mechanical.
What is your favorite color(s) of eye-makeup?
BLACK.
Are you sexually active?
I mean my partner and I do sexual things, we just haven't had normal sex itself yet because of privacy reasons, mostly.
Have you ever had any article of clothing tailored? What for?
I know at least one prom dress of mine was, and I'm pretty sure my bridesmaid dress was too.
What are two foods you think taste good with whipped cream?
I actually really don't like whipped cream. It's a texture thing.
If you eat it, what is your favorite way to eat beef?
Burgers.
Did your last significant other have a huge temper?
I don't think she had a big temper, her tendency to react very overdramatically was just insane.
If you had to wear bunny ears or cat ears for a day, which would it be?
Cat.
Would you rather have a black bunny or a white bunny? Why?
Black. Black velvet rex rabbits are absolutely STUNNING.
Do you currently have any cuts or scrapes?
I have a mark on the side of my neck that doesn't feel great lmfao
Have you ever had bubble gum stuck in your hair?
I suppose it's possible as a kid, but I don't remember a specific occasion.
Is there any pet hair stuck to your clothing?
Oh, always. You sign up for that shit when you enter my house, lol.
What is your favorite type of seashell?
I like big, complex ones like conch shells. I think that's pretty common.
Have you ever used Proactiv?
IIII don't think so? I've never been a massive yogurt person and also that stuff is expensive.
Do you like dirt or sand better?
Sand, to LOOK at. Walking in it is actually nearly impossible for me; the last time I visited the beach with Colleen when the effects of muscle atrophy had really set in in my legs, I could very, very barely get through it, and this was years ago. There's no telling how I would handle it now.
Do you own a BEST FRIEND charm or figurine?
Like halves of necklaces and bracelets from childhood that I've saved, yeah.
Do you own a pet spider?
I FUCKING WISH. :( I honestly need to stop checking Craigslist for tarantulas, I do it a lot just out of the desperate wish of having one, and when I see a bargain, it is SO hard to not ask my mom again. No spiders for me til I move out. :/ She won't even allow jumping spiders.
Are there any fake tattoos on you?
No, just real ones.
When’s the last time you saw your grandpa?
Mom's dad died when I was a baby, so I have zero memories of him. I've seen Dad's dad I know at least once, but this was also when I was extremely young so I really don't remember him, either... It's something that was always really painful, because he would without fail send my sisters and me WAY too much money on Christmas despite barely knowing us at all. Now he's dead and I will always regret not going with my dad to Michigan when I had the chance. I literally stayed home JUST because of Internet access and that's fucking disgusting and pathetic and sad.
Is there a rocking chair in your house?
Yeah, in our living room.
Do you call your animals “baby names”?
Well DUH
Have you ever been kicked in the throat?
Holy shit no, that sounds AWFUL.
Do you own a fishtank?
No, those aren't really my thing. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE looking at them and would even love one myself one day to own an elephant trunk snake, but I just DO NOT like cleaning those fucking things at all so realistically probably will never have one because I'm not gonna get one and then neglect caring for it.
Do you wear ribbons in your hair?
No.
Have you ever gone mudding on a fourwheeler?
No. I've been on fourwheelers, but never messed around in mud because I don't like getting dirty like that and haven't since I was a child.
What is your favorite flavor Jolly Rancher?
I wanna say strawberry? Or was it watermelon? Idk, but I love those.
Have you ever swam in a creek?
Not a creek, but I have swum in the shallow banks of a river.
How many nickels are in your possession?
I don't think I have any, actually. I don't normally keep change; I know my mom appreciates me giving change I may have to her so she can give coins to the kids to keep in their piggy banks.
When is the last time you wore shorts?
I have absolutely ZERO idea. I never, ever, wear shorts. Even when I DID shave my legs I didn't because I just hate my legs.
Have you ever laid on a Tempur-Pedic?
I have actually at a mattress store, haha.
What color is the nearest lampshade?
It's like a tan color.
How long has it been since you’ve eaten a Reese’s?
I uh really don't remember. Maybe not since Christmas?
When is the last time you pet an animal?
Earlier today I'm sure, the last time Roman hopped up on the desk. I'm very convinced his favorite hobby is blocking the computer screen from me OR just lying straight down onto the keyboard lmao
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If I keep up with it and actually get it done haven'y figured out a title
@reposhillo submitted:
(So this story is actually like a combination of the little shorts of Rusame I’ve been thinking up, with little scenes here and there. But basically devil!america and devil!russia decide to play quite the complex game by weakening the barrier between 1p world and 2p world, and take an interest in and focus on those who share their appearances, as well as those that share their partner’s hehehe. I haven;t quite decided if Allen’s encounter here should be with Alyx or Hiems. Also for titles I thought of: Four times the charm, A Devil for Two, Devil’s late Dues, Other side of Hell, idk)
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‘Where the fuck is that leak coming from?’ The dark haired American thought, flipping over onto his back as one eye, red as the shade of a uncut ruby, peeked open, only to be greeted with a damp darkness of the hotel room. The room was nothing special, never had been. It was shoddy, in disrepair like most of his forsaken world, peeling wallpaper and a musky odor seemed to be embedded into the room’s very foundation. One room, one bed, one bathroom, one colorless television that seemed to like picking up static more then anything else. Nothing special.
But it was…familiar.
Safe? No, no where was safe. Not for Allen. But this place was the unspoken rendezvous for himself and one other.
Just one other who knew this place as intimately as he did. And only did this place bear witness to such acts he and the other committed whenever they met.
But he was not here, not right now. Probably wouldn’t come, not today. Maybe not even tomorrow. Or the next day….Or the next…
Allen brought a hand up to his face, clamping it across his forehead as he shook away the invasive thoughts, the ever lasting paranoia.
‘It’s not paranoia. It’s being smart. Being prepared for anything.’
That was what he often rationalized it as, hating those around him who would taunt and whisper, saying he was overly paranoid.
He was only being cautious. Danger around every corner, every nook and cranny. Got to sleep with one eye open…
Allen’s train wreck of strewed together and jumbled thoughts came to a screeching halt as when his ears honed in one the distinct hiss of a door creaking. Not as if someone was turning the knob and entering, not this was the eerie sound as the door, belonging to the one, tiny closet located the adjacent side of the bed, eased itself open. As if it had just been pushed by the wind.
Allen jolted up, arm stretching out quickly until his palm made contact with the smooth hand of his trusty bat. Fingers enclosed around it as he stared at the empty space bared before him from the closet. It was empty…Not not quite right. It was full, full of suffocating darkness. Darkness that waited for the door to close before drowning you in itself. Darkness he experienced one too many time sin his younger days. Coming from bright, pastel colors from a nearly white complexion and wide splitting grin, a sing song voice that told him it was his punishment before he was thrown to the darkness.
For just a moment Allen felt like his heart stop when an unmistakable chuckle resounded from somewhere in that obscured darkness.
“My oh my…Quite the mess of mind you are. A being of short temperament and thirst for violence to sate oneself of their constantly looking over their shoulder state of paranoia. All from a damaged upbringing and and inability to communicate the way humans do. Interesting. Very interesting that you’re not human yourself as well.”
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Szn’s Creamings
Miya Osamu x Fem!Reader
Warnings: oof a lot sorry- eggnog(its delicious and you’re all just mean), corruption if you squint, clandestine sex I guess? Choking, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), nipple play, the Miya accent, improper use of Christmas decorations, bondage, unprotected sex(you should know to expect this from my writing by now), vaginal penetration, squirting, creampies/breeding, use of the word daddy like ONCE, cum eating, a dash of overstim for optimal flavor, ahegao (😌) aaaaand snowballing (aka spitting cum in someone’s mouth) swearing obviously ummmmm shit man idk anymore I’m 999% sure that’s it- good shit below da cut
Wc: 2.5k
A/N: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, and a VERY Happy Holiday no matter your culture’s festivities! This is part of my collab with my lovely friends in The Sewer Server- @rat-suki ty anu for organizing it all! I’m love u. This fic was written in an eggnog & fireball induced blackout, and is singlehandedly fueled by lust for Osamu’s Dorito body and my love for Steak n’ Shake.
Cheese-on’s Greetings Collab mlist here 🎄🎁🐁
“This... is it?” He cocked an eyebrow at the concoction, the red and green sprinkles bleeding dye into the whipped cream, the sad cherry on top sunken into it.
“This is what you’ve been goin’ on about fer the last 3 weeks?”
This- was an eggnog milkshake. A wintertime classic, and a staple at the local diner in your hometown. Simple enough. It didn’t look like much- in fact, it honestly wasn't. But to you, this shitty, artificially-flavored diner milkshake encompassed all the joys of holiday magic into one tall, frosted glass. You could count the years you spent in this diner, knocking them back. You’ve grown of course, but the nostalgia always stays the same. Having Osamu come to your hometown for the holidays was a pretty big step in your relationship, sure, but including him in the milkshake tradition usually reserved for your best friend? That was even bigger.
“You haven’t even taken a sip, you ass,” you giggled, putting your own straw to your lips, reveling in the cool flavor that was coating your tongue. Pure sugar, just a hint of nutmeg and cinnamon- perfect as always. You pushed the glass over to him, urging him to try for himself. He took in a large drink, letting it rest before clicking his tongue a few times and looking over at your eyes- eyes that were aglow with anticipation and gingerbread men? No, that was just the reflection of the gaudy tinsel that adorned the booth you sat in.
“Soooo?”
“Not bad,” he sighed, pushing the glass back your way. Always anticlimactic.
“But I could definitely make one that’s better.”
“I’d like to see you try,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at him.
One thing you knew he could never resist was a challenge. Grabbing his wallet, he slammed some bills on the table, whisking you away from the diner in 2 minutes flat, the milkshake an ever present memory, like that of the favorite Christmas gift from childhoods passed. You didn’t think he’d take it that seriously, but you also knew that Osamu took everything- especially food- seriously.
Even still, the drive back to your parents’ was a calm one, like every night adventure. The only difference was the bitter cold in the air, and the soft crooning of songs about Santa Claus on the radio. The only thing was- you just couldn’t stop pressing your thighs together….
“Put it away, sir.” you said jokingly, shifting your current position on the couch. Miracle on 34th Street shown on the small screen of the television as you flicked through what seemed like every Christmas movie ever made with the remote. The feeling of his cock starting to stiffen at your back told you everything you needed to know; that Osamu wasn’t interested in whether or not Santa Claus was real, or whatever the ‘true’ meaning of Christmas was- he was solely interested in the meaning of that which currently resided between your legs.
A sneaky had drifted under your shirt, breath hitching in your throat as his thick fingers rolled one of your nipples, the soft tugging leaving you mewling as the sensation traveled down to your now throbbing clit. You leaned into it for a split second, but you were bought back to reality by the sight of your family’s Christmas photos on the fireplace mantle. There was no way in hell you could get fucked in front of a photo of your grandmother. You swatted Osamu’s hand away.
“We can NOT do this right now-” your words fell on deaf ears as his hand snaked up your thigh, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake as he settled them right above your stomach, fiddling with the drawstrings of your shorts.
“My mom and dad are literally upstairs….” The words left your mouth faintly your body lurching toward him.
Again, you tried. A valiant attempt. It wasn’t a lie- they most certainly were upstairs, presumably fast asleep, as they had been up there for almost two hours now, leaving you and Osamu to watch a few corny Christmas movies- or so they thought. But he saw through your objections. Hearing the way your voice softened, seeing how your chest wavered as he got closer and closer to your face, he simply couldn’t contain himself.
“It’s not my fault ‘ya wanted to stay here,” he huffed, large hands seizing your own, pushing away their protests as he passed his thumb up and down your clothed slit. You bit your lip in an effort to silence the moan that was bubbling its way up and out of your mouth. You had started to become feverish, your own state of vulnerability apparent as Osamu used one arm to pin your wrists above your head, sending your lower half flailing and bucking up into his free hand as you whimpered desperately for his touch.
“You want it, don’t ya, little love?” Little love. The one pet name you could never resist. Almost like a switch, you moaned a particularly needy, not-so-hushed “hmmhm- yes, daddy,” that definitely would have blown your cover. Luckily, Osamu’s thick fingers worked their way into your mouth to silence you, your lips immediately wrapping around them and obediently sucking to heed his words.
“Just be s’quiet as possible,” his hushed tone came out in a low baritone. He pressed a finger to his lips, pointing another up toward the ceiling from the couch of your parents living room.
Keeping your arms restrained, your boyfriend’s free hand pushed past your layers of clothes, your saliva coated his fingers, providing just enough slickness to enter your hole with ease, gently curling against that soft spot right inside. You were so warm, so needy, easily molding into his touch as he watched your eyes widen within his. You fixed your mouth to open, but it hung there as his fingers worked, your cunt sucking them in manically.
“F-fuck,” you could barely manage that. “Please I-hmph- please…”
“Use yer words, little love,” he cooed, the tone of his voice was sickeningly slow as he teased you, slowing his fingers down. You bucked your hips in protest, pouting and wiggling underneath him to feel some form of friction.
“Stop Squirmin’.” His demeanor shifted immediately, darkening at your perceived disobedience. The hands that held your wrists met your throat, a half gasp escaping you as he gently squeezed, your face softening into a pout.
“I said- use yer words.”
“Please, please fuck me,” you squeaked. “F-fill me up.”
“Then we gotta find a way t’keep ya nice n’ still. Will you be good fer me?”
You nodded. You always were. Osamu’s ability to render you a compliant, malleable toy for him to fuck was astounding. You could spend the rest of your life being his obedient little thing without a care in the world or a complaint.
“I know ya will,” he pressed a kiss to your lips. “My little love’s always s’good…”
You knew you were in for it- but you didn’t expect this. It was a little different from your normal setup, but at the same time, the rush of excitement built in the pit of your stomach just as it did the first time ‘Samu ever bound you. It just so happened that there were some discarded lights nearby the Christmas tree. You could see the glimmer of an idea in his eyes as he plugged them in, smiling as the glow lit up his face. He looked at you on the couch and wiggled his eyebrows- as much as you wanted to laugh out loud, you weren’t in the position to be picky about your rigging tonight. You had to make do.
“It’s…. festive?” You could tell that even he was amused. But amusement aside, the desire that built between you, the stored tension of having not touched each other for almost two days now was clearly screaming to be addressed. His large hands made a bite in the wiring of the lights and they quickly found themselves around your wrists, the illumination beautiful, but also kind of blinding this close to your face. With a kiss to your lips, he moved from your wrists and down toward your torso, trailing an interesting track of holiday cheer into a harness around your chest and tying in your back. Your arms were bent forward at the elbow, snugly enough so that you could wiggle your fists, but your wrists were of no use.
Pushing you onto your knees, you felt the press of your boyfriend’s hand against your back as he repositioned your arms and elbows to place you on all fours. Cool air immediately hit the skin of your lower half as you felt him pull your bottoms off. You wriggled your hips in an effort to help, but instead your flesh was met with an aggressive strike. Managing to catch your discomfort in your throat, a lowered hiss bared through your gritted teeth, soon followed by a sharpened inhale as you felt the presence of him towering over you.
“Been thinking about the way those cute lips were wrapped around that straw all night,” he panted, palming his cock through his sweats. You could see how uncomfortably hard he was- it lit a fire in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t wait to serve him, you couldn’t wait to feel the weight of his thick cock against your tongue- and stretching your pussy past it’s limits.
“I bet’cher sweet mouth wrapped around my cock would look even prettier, don’t ya think?”
His words hit at your core. Your mouth began to water in anticipation as he pulled himself out of his sweats, gently pumping before lining up at your mouth.
Delicately, your tongue swirled down the slit of the head, plush lips wrapping around the pink bulb. Osamu’s hands guided your head down the length, drool sliding out of your mouth and down your chin, where it dripped onto your chest, riddled with bright multicolored light. Slowly, he fucked himself with your throat, allowing you to adjust to his girth.
“Yep,” he exhaled deeply, hissing at how warm your mouth felt around him.
“Ev’n prettier.”
His motions sped up as he bobbed your head up and down, the slight saltiness of his precum going down easily, leaving you practically begging for a full load. You always craved him on your tongue- he tasted much better than any diner milkshake could. The soft gargling of his assault on your throat slowed to a stop as he pulled you off, leaving you gasping for air. Licking the drool from the corners of your lips, Osamu kissed you passionately before throwing your bound body onto the couch.
You clenched haphazardly around his cock as soon as he entered you, head flying forward with the force of his thrusts. His arm held you upright, parallel to his chest as his cock pistoned in and out of your hole.
“‘S-sa-ah!~ ‘Samu- ffuck!” Your eyes snapped shut as he fucked into you. His breathy grunts resounded deep in your ears, sending jolts of molten lust down your spine, chest heaving as you tried keeping your voices down. Your hot, wet cunt sucked him in deeper and deeper each time he entered you- your urge to milk him for everything he had was only made more apparent by it.
“I can feel you baby,” He purred into your ear. “So fucking wet.”
Osamu released you from his hold, letting you fall forward into the couch, one hand pushing your head into the cushions, the other roughly kneading at the flesh where your ass and hip met, digging his nails into the flesh as he began to carnally pound into your pussy. Each stroke hit your sweet spot with a ridiculously precise skill. Your muffled sobs echoed into the cushions of the couch as he drilled you, never once slowing the rate in which his hips snapped into yours. You wouldn’t be surprised if the smacking of his skin against yours woke your parents at this rate- you couldn’t be bothered to care with your orgasm this close to the horizon.
Somehow you managed to free a hand from your twinkling ties, immediately pushing it to your clit to rub it feverishly. The squelching started up shortly after, your ears beginning to ring as your throat squealed itself raw into the deep void beneath you. Osamu pulled you back by your hair, pressing his lips to your ear and clasping a hand to your mouth.
“Keep rubbing that pretty pussy, sweet girl, so fucking close to cumming fer me, aren’t ya?”
You could only whine in response. He softened the hand on your mouth, muffled words spilling out.
“I’m gonna cu-ah-cum! Please let me cum!”
“Hmmm? Gonna cum? Did I hear ya right, little love?” He knew what he was doing, egging you on like this.
You were mere milliseconds away from losing it, the edge pulling up to you so close that you could barely collect yourself as you began to feel yourself slip over it- eyes whiting out as Osamu gave you the go-ahead.
“Just let me c-” he finished your sentence for you.
“Cum.” It was a simple word, a simple command. But the way it hit your ears: the way the low growl tore through your body- you didn't stand a chance. The warm wetness of your release sprayed against his abs, trickling down your thighs and pooling into the upholstery. Your eyes crossed, face contorting further into lewd bliss as a scream tried to escape your mouth- but only silence hiccuped its way out.
“Good fucking girl- now take this, baby. Take it all…” God, he was the devil.
Fucking you through it- your boyfriend chased his own high, cock twitching inside as the vision of you wrapped in lights blurring into colorful stars as he spilled into you, his load coating your insides with a mass of sticky, soothing heat. You both collapsed into each other, bodies writhing as you caught your heavy breaths.
As he slipped out of you, Osamu lifted your hips to his mouth, sucking in the mixture of his and your own release, savoring it on his tongue. Your puffy, fucked-out cunt spasmed at the contact, the sensation overwhelming as you tugged at his steely grey locks, snapping his head back.
“Hmmph- s’too much ‘Samu!” Your thighs clamped together as soon as he released you.
Humming a soft apology, he moved up from your lower lips to the upper ones, pushing his tongue past them, spitting arousal across your tongue. You swallowed the mixture greedily, smiling against his lips. You could still feel ropes of cum pouring from your spamming hole and leaking onto your thighs.
“Whaddaya think?” The words were slurred against the skin at the crook of your neck while he peppered your skin with kisses.
“Delicious.” You looked at him with a smirk, mind still hazy as your body shook its way through a few more aftershocks.
“Told ya I could make a better milkshake.”
As he said it, laughter broke out between the two of you. Your chest struggled against the harness, as it was still pretty tight. Osamu unplugged the decorations, gently untying you as snow fell outside your living room window, the faint jingling of bells filling the room again as the tv light illuminated you both.
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