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jade-it-queen · 3 years

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Jade. The fate of female character in Mortal Kombat

It’s been a while since I posted anything on my blog cause I’ve been busy with my life and rapid changes in it. During this time, I’ve watched the new 2021 Mortal Kombat movie as well as the new animation Battle of the realms and also rewatched the Story Mode of MK11 a few times. As you probably can tell, I have a lot to say.

JADE. MILEENA. KITANA. SONYA.

Skip this if you don’t want to read my very important (and long as sh*t) rant about female characters in MK.

DISCLAIMER. This thing is going to sound extremely feminist and women-supremacist or whatever. By saying things that I’m going to say, I by no means think that male characters should be weak or lacking. If anything, it would be nice to have some godforsaken EQUALITY. I’ll explain further later.

Part One: Mortal Kombat (2021)

There’s no Jade in this movie.

The end. That should be the sole reason I dislike it.

However, it might be better this way since the Nitara and Mileena portrayals in this movie are... questionable to say the least. Okay, y’all been robbed. If MY JADE would be brought into this movie to BE THERE for like 4 minutes of screen time only to get absolutely brutal FATALITY I. would. be. pissed.

More than I already am and that means something.

Sure, there’s a possibility that she’s going to be present in some of the upcoming movies because this one is definitely not the only one they’re going to make. But do I want that? Yes. And no.

Mortal Kombat movies (and Mortal Kombat in general) have a problem with women portrayal in general. The target audience for them are MEN, potentially heterosexual men, who want nothing more than bloody gorey fighting scenes with occasional sex scene here and there. To achieve that, they need a female lead, an attractive, kinda kick-assish but not too much, to not overshadow the absolutely badass men characters. Girls tend to be “independent” (because God forbid they’d want to express interest in the male leads before the time is right), sarcastic, laid back and sometimes even bitchy. Because, you see, they are fighters. And they are Sonya Blade. They need NO MAN. They just need plot armor, bigger than America itself. And if they’re not Sonya Blade, they are... non existent. They are there, but they are never really there. Here, let me walk on screen for a couple seconds. Let me sit beside Very Important Male Character (aka Shang Tsung) for a couple of seconds, looking absolutely gorgeous. Let me have a fight scene in which I make choices so f*cking stupid there’s no potential explanation to it. I exist in this movie to make people that love me (this character) to come into theatres in hopes to see some good action and interesting plot.

Now, I wasn’t born yesterday, I know how the world works. It’S bEeN LiKe ThAt FoReVeR, gEt OvEr here iT. Yeah, it’s been like that forever and the result is a mediocre movie that pleases neither the casual viewer, nor the actual Mortal Kombat fan. I don’t know, there might be guys who just saw Kung Lao’s fatality on Nitara, thought to themselves “Neat” and went on with their lives. But I exited the cinema with a sour taste in my mouth, feeling like I’ve watched one of the “fighting genre” films based on video games that had nothing worth remembering. Well, besides Kano. He was my favourite part of this movie and I normally can’t stand the guy :’D

Would it really help if they changed the way the women were portrayed? I mean - is that the ACTUAL problem of the movie? No, women being the eye candy and barely something else (if they’re not Sonya Blade) are not the only problem it suffers from. It’s that MK has been going the same route, retelling the same goddamn story for the millionth time. It’s always THE SAME. The only thing changing is who’s gonna get brutally killed. But - of course - out of the “disposable” character pool. It’s never Sonya (because you need our female lead or else there would be no female characters in the story), who ya know could be killed by Mileena but magically WASN’T. Because Mileena FOR SOME REASON was like: Ya know what? Naaah. Even though Sonya’s from Earthrealm and is actively trying to stop you. If anything, kill her because she annoys you. BUT NAH. It’s never Liu Kang because he’s the Chosen One. But killing Kung Lao is fine, he can die so Liu can awaken or smth. It’s not the main character because how else can you portray THE MAGIC OF LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP? Ya, that’s what I thought, don’t even think about it.

You have an amazing universe, filled to the brim with SO. MUCH. POTENTIAL. Let go of the same boring plot line and show us Kombat from another perspective. Change something. F*ck, go all feminist route and make a story center around Mileena dominating the world. Try with different versions of the same story, making it center around different character each time.

SURE, YOU’LL PROBABLY LOSE SOME VIEWERS BUT TIMES ARE CHANGING, AND MOST OF US ARE TIRED TO PAY FOR THE SAME STORY OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

Part Two: Mortal Kombat Legends: Battle of the Realms

Jesus f*cking Christ.

To say this film was rushed is an understatement. While I was watching it, I was like: TF? Everything happens all at once, we have Kuai Liang-Scorpion story line, we have Outworld’s attack, the tournament, not to mention the final fight that should be whole another movie. I felt like no story line was properly laid out, some of the characters died before I got to even know them and the battles were... disappointing. I believe they needed to push this movie out so they squished in everything they had and just went with it.

But, again, this movie just repeats the same things as its live action version. Let me lay it down for you:

Kung Lao dies (because yes)

Sonya Blade lives (because yes)

Jade is just there (more of it later)

disposable characters are disposed of

Liu Kang is badass and always wins

You watch it and feel like you’ve already seen it before. Sure, gore is fine, human Raiden is precious and need to be protected at all costs and adrenaline is pumping (I guess).

BUT NOW.

You know what’s coming.

JADE.

My f*cking piece of sunshine, the gorgeous goddess of beauty and kombat, the woman who owns my heart.

She’s there for like not even a minute.

Words can’t describe how f*cking PISSED I am by this portrayal. These motherfrickers put her in EVERY SINGLE POSSIBLE SNIPPET OF THIS MOVIE. HER BATTLE WAS IN THE TRAILER, ONE OF THE SNEAK PEEKS WAS A SCENE OF HER AND KITANA.

TURNS OUT EVERYTHING I SAW BEFORE THE MOVIE WAS RELEASED... WAS EVERYTHING I WAS ABOUT TO SEE OF HER!!!!

THEY MADE ME HYPED UP FOR NOTHING!!!!!!

I know I’m not the only one riding this trolley. Li Mei was there just to be killed. Kung Lao had a f*cking single dialogue line and then BAM, fatality, buh-bye. But I was watching everything of this movie, being so enormously happy that I will finally see Jade in the movies, FINALLY! Only for her to be present in a single scene, get her ass kicked by Liu Kang (what’s new) and then she’s never seen again, even when the whole f*cking world is breaking apart.

Again. She’s just there. Ladies and gentlemen, one of the best Shao Kahn’s assassins, gets her ass kicked in fourty seconds. They NEVER let her speak ffs. She just spews some general villanous sh*t and proceeds to step on Johnny. Then, she just goes Observer mode as Kitana “betrays” Shao Kahn, gets tied to the column and then the world is ending.

WHERE THE F*CK IS SHE?!

If you hype me up for her every chance you get, at least GIVE ME what you’re advertising. This is a scam. This is criminal offense. And homophobic. She is more than a revealing outfit and Liu Kang’s punching bag. I’m SO. F*CKING. TIRED. OF THIS. SH*T.

Kitana. The rebellious princess of Outworld... turned damsel in distress in this movie. Her role is so effing bad it hurts me to my core. You see her as a general being so badass and independent... oh right, we need Liu Kang to save her because he needs to maintain his hero look. And we need two kissing scenes. How do we get there? Oh, right, let him save her, because you know - that’s what makes wahmen kiss you.

ARE YOU NUTS?!

The movie started just fine, with Kitana being in charge with her right hand, Jade. Then, obviously, they water her down and soon she is a princess in a tower (in this case, princess on a column) that needs her buffy sexy man to save her. Oh, and she can’t resist him - you know, every normal girl’s reaction to getting untied is to kiss a guy you’ve known for like a few hours but seen before and you’ve talked like three dialogue lines in total. Sure.

Kitana just gets the unfortunate role of a female main character. She’s Liu’s love interest and that makes her take the role of a strong (but surface level, only) woman who still needs her hero to free her. Classic damsel in distress story, with Kitana being the princess, Liu being the Prince charming and Shao Kahn as the dragon (lul). Of course, they try to cover this up by making Kitana a general, letting her win a few fights but it won’t matter in the end. Some say that women want to believe in fairy tales but the more I see fighting games’ lore, the more I say it’s the men who want to believe them.

Is it necessarily bad? No. But it’s boring as fuk.

I would like to ask the directors to stop being so afraid of upsetting the target audience. Target audience can change and sometimes it comes out better than originally planned. My Little Pony was designed as a child’s cartoon but it was the creepy men who made it reach the top. Morally? Questionable at best. But business is booming, right? And that’s what they care for, right?

All I’m trying to say is these days women and gays are the future.

Thank you for today, more to come. I’m going to rant about the Story Mode.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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ANGEL REYES x READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon #1 asked: heyyyy, im so happy to see that you’re back, i missed u a lot❤️ i wanted to request 52 and 71 with angel reyes

@aquamento asked: hey hey miss arizaaaa i could i request prompt random 4 and prompt fluffy 73 with angel reyes?❤️

Anon #3 asked: just saw that you’re taking prompts again !!!!!!!! yaaaaay i wanted to request 58 & 65 with angel thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu💖

Prompts:

71. “Yuw butiful”. “Are you drunk?”

52. “Let me take care of you”.

73. “Want to share an ice cream?”

4. “Where the fuck is my shirt?”

58. “It’s cold, hold me”.

65. “Read for me, I love your voice”.

Word Count: 1.4k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits: @angels-reyes.

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Someone starts to hit your door angrily and with some kind of desperation, using the palm of a hand and not the knuckles. Placing the bowl of ice cream on the table, you walk towards the entrance, unlocking the door to open it. Angel is there, staggering and carrying a bottle of tequila in his right hand. He smirks at you, brushing back his hair with the ringed fingers, resting his body against the frame.

“Yuw butiful”.

His voice sounds proud, pointing you with the right forefinger, about to let the bottle fall down but holding it up masterfully before spilling it to your feet.

“Ain't gonna be a cowboy anymo'”.

“You mean… a coward?”

“Ya', that's wha' I said. A cowboy”.

“Are you drunk?”

“Who knus, querrrida?” Angel hiccups, covering his lips with a fist for a second.

“Okay, big guy… Let me take care of you, ain't gonna let you drive back home”.

“Yu ma hom, mami”.

“Sure…” Rolling your eyes, you palm his back as he comes into the house.

After closing the door, you take out of his hands the tequila, leaving it over the auxiliary table in the hall. Then, you proceed to take off the kutte, until he grabs your wrists.

“Wo, mami, tak'it'slowwww… Guv me a kiss fir—first”.

“If you don' let me go, Angel, I'll kick your ass into a cold shower”.

“Da'ya like ma ass?”

“Do you want me to call Bishop?”

“NO, NO, NO, NO. SHHHHH… no”. He places a finger on your lips, pressing them to make you shut up.

“Good. Now, give me the kutte”. You demand pulling away his hand from your face.

He obeys like the good boy he really is. Then, he takes off his boots using his heels and supporting his body against the wall. Angel is drunk. Too drunk that he can't even speak well. And looks so funny and adorable trying to flirt with you. You are finding it too difficult not to tease him, when you watch him walking, stumbling over his own feet, to the sofa before falling down on it with a heavy sigh.

Raising up both eyebrows, containing a loud laugh, you come closer palming his back.

“Hey, make me some space… You're bigger than my sofa”.

“Da'ya wanna know wha mo es' bigge?”

“Fuck, no, Angel”. You can't help but break in laughs finally, sitting in a corner of it when he decides to rest his head on your lap.

“Wha ya wa doen?”

“Watching a movie. Want to share an ice cream?” You ask, taking the bowl with both hands.

“Wa flivo?”

“Pistachio”.

“Foc is tha?”

“Ok, try it”.

You offer him the spoon right to his mouth. He licks it, like a dog, before spitting it over his shirt with a disgusted sob. You laugh again while he complains and curses in a drunk spanish, until your neighbor hits your wall.

“Di ya col Bichop?”

“No, Angel. I didn't call Bishop”. You chuckle putting down the bowl over the floor to get up. “You look like a baby”.

“I can be whatava ya wan, mami”.

“Take off your shirt, before you… stain it all”.

“Ef ya wanna see ma nakid jast tell me”.

“Por Dios, stop talking, Angel”.

“Shot ma ap”.

“Yeah, I wish I could really shoot you right now”.

Having to help him, you undress the old Reyes, throwing down the shirt. And before you can press the play to continue with the movie, he grabs your arms to hug himself with them.

“It's cold, hold me”.

You try to get comfy by lying your body down under Angel's, and resting his back on your stomach. He has his eyes closed, with his callous hands touring your knees and your legs from top to bottom. You know how drunk he is, and you're not going to take any advantage, but you like him too much just to not feel anything right now. Your fingers do their work too, watching the film oblivious on the TV, stroking his bare chest with ephemeral caresses.

Under his warm skin you can feel his heart beating quietly, just like his breath. You're not sure if he's sleeping or if he's resting his mind, but he jumps a little between your arms when your phone dings.

“Wasap? Wha's tha'? Where the fuck is ma shirt?”

“Oh, Jesus Christ…” You're laughing again, bowing on the table to take your phone.

“Who is? Ya bofren? Lemme fack hem up”.

Angel begins to throw up some punches to the air, as if he was boxing, making you frown and wrinkle the nose. Bishop is asking you if Angel is there, because he spent the night telling them that he was going to propose to you. You're blushing so fast that even the drunk man notices it.

“Tall ya bofren to fack hem, am ya bofren now”.

“Is your jefe, asking for you”.

“Read da text. Read fo me, I luv ya voice”.

“No, Angel. You should sleep”.

“Bu here with ya”.

“Angel, you weigh a lot”.

“Da'ya wan—”.

“Fuck, no. Stop”. You laugh again, trying to get up while he clings onto your body like an octopus. “Angel, please… Let me go”.

“No…” He sobs once and again, grabbing you stronger. “I came wolken from da club, don' go, plez”.

“Oh, shit… Let me… lie a little comfy at least”.

And he does. Of course he does, after walking for almost one hour to your house, even if it is no more than ten minutes away. Molding your body to his, you turn off the TV, placing your head over a cushion. You fall asleep sooner than you thought you could do it, with Angel resting peacefully on your stomach.

But when your eyes open up again, he's not there anymore. Not even his boots. Not even his kutte. For a second you think that maybe it was a dream, but your shirt smells like him too much. You sigh heavily putting your gaze on the rooftop. He was so close. So close of asking you out that it hurts a little to know that he probably won't remember what happened.

The doorbell ringing pushes you back to reality, getting up from the sofa and having to stretch your back and arms, before starting to walk towards the hall. Somewhat upset you open it, having a flashback of last night. Angel is there again, holding two cardboard glasses of coffee and a small bag.

“I think I owe you an apology”. He's trying to not sound ashamed, but he looks too adorable to think about it.

“Yeah, maybe…”

“I shouldn't have come… drunk. I just…” He purses his lips wrapped in a bundle of nerves, offering you what seems to be breakfast.

“You just what?” You ask then, holding it and leaving him enough space to come in.

“I like you”.

“Should I say that I didn't notice it?” You're holding a sarcastic laugh in your throat, closing the door and leading your feet to the living room.

Angel shakes his head following you, until he's finally in front of you again.

“Listen… I don't know what I said last night, I don't know what I did. I just… woke up without my shirt and betwe—”.

“You spit my ice cream all over your shirt like a fucking five years old eating… baby food”.

“Oh, shit…”

Now, he's more ashamed. Angel covers his face with both hands, drowning there a growl. And you can't help but break in laughs shaking your head.

“Then you… begin to… punch the air 'cause you thought my boyfriend texted me. I don' know, maybe you were feeling like the fucking Conor McGregor”.

“Oh, shit…” He repeats, looking at you between his fingers. “I'm so fucking sorry, I swear”.

“Was a… curious night. I had so much fun”.

“Fuck, I swear I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I only... remember to tell Bishop that I wanted to propose to you”.

“Yeah, he texted me. I just hope you won't do it”.

“Wh—Wha—Why?”

“Angel, the only night we have spent together, you were drunk. I'm not gonna marry you”.

“Not now, but one day”.

“Ahm… yeah, Angel. Not now”.

“But you want to marry me”.

“Maybe. One day. But we can start for a date”.

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steve0discusses · 3 years

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S4 Ep40: Fixing Dartz By Not Actually Fixing Dartz

Yo Merry Christmas, I’m quarantined as hell, so I’m just streaming and playing video games until my problems get vaccinated away.

So lets just write about Yugioh because hell a lot didn’t go as planned this year (can you believe my 2020 goal for this blog was to finish ALL OF YUGIOH?) but although my goals were halved and quartered--With this blog I don’t freakin care anymore, and somehow...that’s how it’s one of the few creative bastions I have left standing.

Wild.

I’m so done with the internet, I’m not even updating twitter right now.

But hell yes, lets update the Yugioh blog.

So onward, with the last episode of this season. We last left off with Yami getting devoured by a hate tornado which is just...a lot of 2020 energy. This whole season, in a nutshell is just...2020 energy, honestly. And this tornado is just twitter. It’s just twitter incarnated.

Rather than try to save himself and consequently fix his ghost problem, Yugi has decided to keep himself haunted by fixing Pharaoh’s inner emotional problems. Really is something, isn’t it? To do low key therapy for the ghost that basically...put you in therapy? Yugi can help fix his problems but like...he’s still a mess of problems because of it. Now Yugi shouldn’t walk away, of course, that’s effed up, but it is a little irony there.

Pharaoh, of course, has decided to submit to the hate tornado, and sees it as a manifestation of his own anger and bad vibes.

Isn’t that’s the real problem we have when we have to confront the feelings we don’t want to confront? Where we tend to feel guilt and hate for being upset, which is just sort of a thing humans naturally tend to do--instead of actually working on controlling what you do with those feelings so that way we stop lashing out and setting everyone on fire in the burger restaurant?

Like Pharaoh should be learning to count to 10, not trying to just remove his anger. This has sort of been his problem for a while--he assumes he can just...delete his rage. That’s not a thing. You can’t do that unless you have very specific medication through a doctor, and that’s why he keeps failing at it.

And this goes back to S1 when he “fixed” Kaiba and like nothing really happened. Pharaoh’s decided to wipe himself and like...it’s up to your own interpretation but like...in my book that Pharaoh brand clean cycle does freakin nothing. It gets reversed like constantly.

(read more under the cut)

So Yugi decides to hit up Plan B, which is, honestly? Not a great message. But it’s the anime trope that we keep going back to because it’s the catch-all to make any anime protagonist into the good guy.

Like...

...

.......Yeah I’m gonna talk about it.

this is a trope that is so common it’s sort of ubiquitous with the genre. You gotta have the protagonist give up on their own strength, and be lifted up by their pals at the very last second--it’s like the anime hero’s journey.

But I really don’t like it. I don’t like the power of freindship. I’ll say it.

Because there’s some things you have to handle on your own. And I don’t think it’s a bad thing to have your main character show strength and show character development by doing things by themselves at the last minute. We already know that Pharaoh’s a good pal and believes in his friends--but like...does he believe in himself?

I can’t tell you if he does by how this episode goes, that’s for sure.

The whole point of this tornado is to see Yami discover his own strength and overcome his weaknesses...and yet he still relies on that good ol chestnut, friend powers.

Like last episode I feel like they did this already and it was way better--other people offered their help willingly, then Pharaoh got to have a big ol fight solo in the clouds to prove he was strong on his own as well. We finished the whole season last episode, so what are we accomplishing now other than a last minute secret boss fight?

Why would Yami doubt himself now? It’s weird. Yugi’s right to have mentioned “yo didn’t we figure this all out in desert hell???” because...we did. Yami is retreading old territory.

And that’s a thing that happens when you write, PS, when Yugi was saying “we already did this!” Yugi was reminding the writers of the show “we did this already. Like guys. We did this.” and sometimes when you’re writing, your characters will do that to you, and you should always be paying attention to cues like that.

Anyway, he vanquishes the hate tornado by thinking fondly of all of his buddies, and then the storm that should have been over the Atlantic Ocean, as according to the dub, parted in the sky above California.

GEOGRAPHY, the secret final boss of this season of Yugioh. And they failed. In a big way.

Yugi holds out his hands in real life, and pretends to hold a ghost that isn’t there. Now I want all of you to do this position IRL. Like that. OK. It looks like Yugi is holding onto a pair of ghost boobies.

Meanwhile, actual and very literal ghosts with very real bodies show up and start picking up Dartz and like...

...The ending of Dartz’ storyline is a TRIP! Lets just get into it!

This cursed dog. I can’t stand how this dog is drawn. I hate it so much that I actually love it, and if I saw this in a thrift store I would impulse buy it and hang it over my fireplace mantle in a golden gilded frame.

AHHH????

WHAT????

He electrocuted you with LIGHTNING! He killed your...everyone! He killed EVERYONE!

Also girl, how are you HERE? Like Physically??? I saw you die! TWICE!!

Yugioh is on SOMETHING with this one, and I think that “something” is called “we weren’t allowed to give you a PG-13 sad ending.”

This is just the freakin weirdest thing. We have a character who is worse than Darth Vadar, and this show has pulled so many dark things in it’s history, but it just...

...it can’t punish Dartz at all, and I don’t know what they were thinking.

They have been poetic before--Pegasus got his eyeball gruesomely ripped straight out of his face, nearly got murdered by Bakura, and was not able to resurrect his wife. Noah hella died, had to give up his plan to rule the world and be a real boy, and had to murder his own Dad even, the moment he finally made a bond with his brothers. Marik had to lose all control of his body, live helplessly inside Tea’s bod for an entire season and accept the fact that he murdered his Dad and now has to live on without any of the magic that ever made him powerful in a broken world and a broken family he will never understand.

Dartz though?

If he does get some sort of poetic retribution, it will be off-screen because we don’t have time for it.

And that’s kind of a bummer because this is usually something Yugioh is kinda good at! I enjoy when this show goes dark, this is a great opportunity to do it...and they didn’t.

It was just the wettest fart Yugioh has ever played on me.

Just the wettest. Nice knowing you, Dartz. Glad you were here to murder everyone on Earth and then totes get away with it because we’ll just pretend like the Orichalcos was a totally different person--although it’s not. Because Yami JUST told us that it doesn’t work that way. Yami JUST told us that the Orichalcos was using his own pain and his own hate against him.

It’s not a separate person, it’s the same!

And to suggest that Yami vanquishing that hate tornado somehow cured Dartz of all his sins, is some upper level Jesus stuff that I don’t think this show would normally want to tread on. Straight up. Yami is a pretty poor stand in for Jesus Christ, and I feel I can straight up say that because it’s Christmas.

...what HAPPENED in the writing room with this one? Did they just run out of episodes? There are less episodes this seasons than other seasons have been.

Was it edited for the English version? Because I...kind of doubt they could edit that much to make it that drastically different.

I’m just boggled. Like usually I’m of the opinion to let the writers do whatever they do because I do not know what was going on behind the scenes, and I’m still of the opinion that they did the best of what they could do with the resources they were given.

BUT, this episode just feels...hella sus. I feel like they just had to make an ending. Any ending. Get an ending on there and finish the season before the power goes out and then run away with whatever paycheck you get (because in entertainment--you might not get one).

Seto and Joey made it completely back to the KaibaCopter before Tea was like “I mean it’s been 15 minutes, guys, you really didn’t hear him behind you? You really lost his tiny pitter patter of his little shoes? The little shoes that make a little tinkly noise like a kitty cat’s collar? A little kitty cat collar that he also wears around his neck? His neck that has a golden pyramid held by a tow chain that makes a little clanky clank when it hits his two belts covered in metal rivets that makes a little singsong clippity cloppity noise every time he so much as breathes? He’s a walking talking Bell of Notre Dame, you lost him?”

and Seto was like “Oh damn it, I know he’s the same size as Mokuba, and so I should be really good at not losing this kid but also have you noticed how many times I’ve lost Mokuba???”

Joey just looked into the distant tomb hut and said “......You’re kidding me.” and decided to immediately run back because Joey Wheeler knows what’s up.

Had Joey Wheeler actually made it back to Atlantis, he would have seen Dartz and his entire family hugging it out and would have immediately socked the guy straight in the dick and it would have been a great way to finally give Dartz just one single consequence for murdering everyone on Earth but you know, I did not write this episode.

I’m really glad that in the same episode that Yami called upon the powers of friendship, his friends hella ditched him to vanquish in a watery grave.

This is wild!

Seto’s words were “Good riddance” as the island went down, and you could not tell if he was talking about the island or about Yugi.

That and Kaiba Really Hates Islands. LOVES watching an island go up in smoke (or underwater, in this case). Loves nothing more.

Seto, your powers of friendship were just used to save the world.

Apparently the standard for friendship power is...not much. But they did just make Yami, of all people, do a literal Jesus in Gethsemane so...the bar for morality is just not very high in this anime.

Did the Great Leviathan stitch Weevil Underwood’s body back together or something? This is...

...Yo Weevil are you immortal now? Are you the big bad in S5 that comes out of nowhere and kick’s Bakura’s ass back to the Shadow Realm like Marik in S2? Because I’ll accept that.

I won’t like it, but I’ll accept that.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

look at those toddler shoes worn by a full adult! Weevil Underwood is so over-designed for a super low-level miniboss and I low key love that they love Weevil Underwood this freakin much.

Of all people, Weevil Freakin Underwood.

Listen, listen, listen.

If Mikey was still alive, he’d be older.

He’d have been older in that Leviathan tummy, he’d be Alister’s age but he’s not. He’s uh...

Yo show that got real dark. Show this is what you should have done to Dartz. I love this sort of dark ending for a rude asshole who is going to try to put his family back together although it’s completely impossible--this would have been a good Dartz ending. But...whatever. It’s fine.

We’ll...let Dartz have his family back, it’s fine.

Meanwhile, in the first actual picture of California that really feels like California, Valon immediately accepts the fact that Mai left him.

This is also a great dark ending for Valon. To accept that the people in your life have moved on and that you, too, must move on, even if it’s alone. This would have been an excellent ending for Dartz.

And then Mai just bounces. She does not seek out Joey Wheeler, because she’s like “I have to fix some stuff, I have some serious problems, and it’s going to take a really long time before I can get over my toxic past.” and just freakin leaves us. Sorry, anyone who was hoping Joey and Mai would smooch at any point, it’s uh...it’s not legal yet.

And TBH I don’t even know if Valon is legal either, and the show decided to not reveal that to us, or allow them to smooch.

And as for Raphael? Uh...

They didn’t bother, I think. I didn’t cap it, at least. But we did get at least one person washed up on a beach.

It would be Kuribo.

I talk about 2020 energy a lot in this season but like...wild 2020 energy here, to be so freakin chill and can I say--delighted--to be stranded on an abandoned island.

The show does not elaborate any more on if the cards are dead or alive, or if the games we are playing are with actual people forced to play these horrible games for us. It’s best that they don’t tell us. Just like Mr Mime. No one wants to know.

Mr Mime as in the Pokemon Mr Mime, PS, I just realized that there is a mime in this universe and he’s just...I don’t really want to know about that guy, either. All mimes honestly, I don’t want to know anything at all about all mimes.

Luckily, for Yugi, Kaiba didn’t fly very far from this island, and so we don’t have to have some sort of weird season cliffhanger where we guess how long Yugi can live off of coconuts (2 hours. he would last 2 hours on this island)

Although it would be such a cliffhanger to wonder what Yugi’s hair would look like after that. the same, right? Like it’s the same amount of grease and nasty stuff? He’d just have his roots growing out?

And there they go--goodbye Dues Ex Machina Cards. Either the show can’t keep you on board because you’re hella broken, or the three dragon warriors died, or retired, or whatever it is when a card is like “I’m done with humanity, please leave me alone and never call me again.”

Did Seto low key just break up with his side piece just now? Tragic.

Remember that time that Yugi was so bouyant he was armpits out of the water in S2? It’s crazy how bouyant Yugi Muto is. Like if someone did one of those anime cross-sections of his anatomy, he needs like 3 or 4 duck shaped pool floaties in there.

Now, full disclosure, I have written the ending to this post 3 times because tumblr keeps deleting this post out of my drafts folder (I shouldn’t be writing this in my drafts folder, being real, it’s been really buggy lately, and I’m gonna have to make a different solution to this) So I’m just...

...gonna end on this note. This exciting note that Bakura is next. Finally, Bakura (JK of course, because apparently Bakura doesn’t show up for half the season. Bro told me this and offered that we should skip that filler and of course I told him that is not the point of this blog and we will be watching all of that gruesome filler piece by piece. Because for someone, out there--that filler is their favorite episode. I don’t know who you are--but get ready for filler.)

Now Yami could just...call up Bakura at any point at his house and make an appointment to end the world...but maybe S5 will go a different direction? We shall see.

Anyway, that’s it for this Season! Thanks all for sticking with us when I just...didn’t have an upload schedule for this entire year. It’s been a YEAR. But, I’m hoping for good things in the future, and that things will adjust back to a normal upload schedule and that...hopefully tumblr won’t die or something weird like that.

I’m gonna finish the Full Metal alchemist Live Action movie next (we’re like halfway through) and then after that--onward to to S5! See y’all there!

Stay safe!

(and here’s the link to read these in chrono order if you’re new here:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#ygo #yugioh #Yu-Gi-Oh #yugi muto #yami muto #joey wheeler #tea gardner #seto kaiba #tristan taylor #mokuba kaiba #alister #valon #Mai Valentine #Weevil underwood #Dartz #Rex Raptor #S4 #Ep40 #Yo I cannot believe these ruthless writers just let Dartz off the hook wowowow

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cdyssey · 3 years

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“The Idea of North” Reactions:

Episode 1

Omg, they went all out on Mrs. Coulter’s apartment.

Cries at Mrs. Coulter looking at Lyra with such a conflicted expression as she plays on her bed. Wtf, Ruth Wilson. 😭

AUgh, Roger hugging Billy. These are two of the cutest little boys ever, omg.

“I slept out there every other Sunday.” / “No, you didn’t.” / “I did!” And then Mrs. C fondly laughs. 😭😭😭

“I’ve never been sure about them. Heights. I could never get away from the occasional urge to jump.” JESUS CHRIST.

(Because fundamentally, so many of Marisa’s actions are about self-destruction.)

“Lyra, look around this room. How many women do you see? In every room, there are those that would belittle you. With my help, they won’t lay a scratch on you.” || I’m glad that the show is tackling the extreme misogyny in Lyra’s world.

“Lyra, I won’t let you down.” Lmao, sure, Jan.

OH, the LYRA AND MRS. COULTER BATH SCENE. The specific detail of the monkey looking away. The way she strokes Lyra’s face so tenderly. And how Pan, and of course, Lyra by extension, starts to notice some of the danger behind Mrs. C’s words...

“She’s nice. She treats me nice. Don’t we deserve to have nice things? For once?” And we’re shown shots of Mrs. C staring sadly at the empty bathtub. God.

“No one’s ever said I could be extraordinary before.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Wow, the glare she gives the monkey when she sees him staring at her.

GSHSJSS, the show does anything it can to make sure it doesn’t have to show minor and extra character’s dæmons.

But man, how I adore how it’s fleshing out unseen moments from the book: a lot of Lyra and Mrs. Coulter’s time together, Farder Coram and John Faa trying to find Billy, Roger and Billy in captivity. A good adaptation of a show doesn’t change big parts of its mythos; it adds to that mythos to expand it in new and exciting ways.

While they’ve been in London, Lyra and Mrs. C have matched in shades of blue. 👀

YO, the monkey growling under the table when Lyra mentions Dust, and Pan noticing. I love seeing the complexities of the dæmons.

Lyra lying so effortlessly to Mrs. Coulter is A+, but the bad part already established is that Mrs. C, liar extraordinaire, can tell when her kid is lying.

God, Ma Costa’s grief.

Oh, fuck off, show, don’t make me cry this early. 😭

John Faa comforting her. Man, the way he grabs her hand. The both of them are so good.

HHHHHHH, THE MONKEY BEING SO FAR AWAY FROM MRS. COULTER. DAMN.

This long, dark hallway shot of Mrs. Coulter slowly approaching in a white dress is exquisitely creepy.

GOD, HER SLAPPING THE MONKEY. JESUS.

“We need to crossss.” Boreal’s actor adding a hissing quality to his words is such a nice touch.

Oooh, we’re already getting Will’s world???

HAHSJS, I love the parking tickets he has.

Marisa’s legit turning on all her charms for Father MacPhail.

Goddamn, that bug dæmon landing on the priest dude’s head is terrifying.

Marisa Coulter is enraged by what the Magisterium is threatening to do to her, and she’s about to take it all out on Lyra.

“I wasn’t angry.” / “And you still are.” Like her mother, Lyra knows a liar when she sees one.

Wow, she was about to walk away and leave it be, but then she stayed. (Because she can never get away from the occasional urge to jump.)

FUCK OFF, MARISAASAA. AUGH. THE MONKEY JUMPING ON PAN.

JESUS, AND SHE JUST STANDS THERE SO CALMLY.

“HE’S A FAILURE OF A MAN AND A FAILURE OF A FATHER.” HOT EFFING DAMN.

“He... he’s my father. Isn’t he?” I’m going to fucking cry.

“My mother... who is she?” / “Could have been anyone.” Oh, my go d. Why are you lik e this

“Couldn’t protect a painting if it was drawn on the walls.” SJSJSJSHS.

“Our origins don’t define us,” Mrs. Coulter says, tears standing in her eyes. “It’s what we do with what we have.” // She says, but fundamentally, she doesn’t apply it to herself.

“Please leave me alone.” / And then nodding, Mrs. Coulter actually does it. Wow.

And they both sink to the floor away from each other. I’m losing my mind. This acting is so good.

AUGH, THE GOLDEN COMPASS MOVING. LET’S GO!!

I love that Boreal and this Thomas dude are just talking about dæmons in the non-magical world in, like, a coffee shop.

Mrs. Coulter is trying to lie about Roger still being in Oxford, and Lyra is not having it. Go, girl.

“You’re lying.” God, I love her.

The parallel shots of Lyra desperately trying to open a grate while Mrs. Coulter angrily slams a sliding door shut. 😭 This show really knows how to put moments side by side.

GOD, that smile Mrs. C gives the stolen children. JESUS.

OH, GOD, BOLVANGAR TIME.

Mrs. Coulter meeting Roger and realizing it.

AUGH, the burning letters. This scene made me gasp aloud in the book.

Ma’am, you suck!

HHHH, THE TENSION OF HER TRYING TO GET BACK TO HER ROOM BEFORE THE LIFT MAKES IT UP.

HHH, she makes it.

Oh, my God. The monkey softly petting Pan.

I hate this show. It’s making me feel things.

Damn, that turquoise suit on Boreal.

Oh, the journalist!!!!!

This poor, traumatized child. Not only has she learned that her parents aren’t really dead and her uncle is actually her father, but now she learns that Mrs. C is not only an asshole, but a child-stealing asshole.

HHHHH, LYRA ON THE BUILDING LEDGE. I KNOW IT’S NOT REAL AND I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, BUT STILL.

Mrs. Coulter’s expression when she realizes that Lyra’s gone. HHH, give Ruth Wilson all the awards.

WAIT, WHAT ARE THEY GOING TO DO WITH ADELE???

HE JUST EFFING KILLED HER.

Lyra sitting in the dark, terrified. God.

“I liked her, Pan.” 😭😭😭

THE HELL? A GOBBLER?!

Okay, but I low key think it’s John Faa setting a trap bc of the hat the dude’s wearing, haha.

What an amazing episode.

#lyra silvertongue #marisa coulter #roger parslow #lord boreal #his dark materials #f: his dark materials #maggie blogs

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evolsinner · 3 years

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⊱┊14

i awake to footsteps rushing up and down the staircase, the kind where you're late for something. not only does that tell me that it's morning time, but the fact that there's blinding sunlight shining through the thinnest crack in the curtains where both sides meet in the centre.

kayrem's sleeping on his stomach, all sprawled out. his pale back with beauty marks sprinkled all over makes me weak, but his ash brown hair brings me back to my senses; it ain't fucking ink black!

"kayrem, you gotta wake up."

he needs to get the fuck out, like, now.

"mmm, marie.." he mumbles, rolling over so that he's facing me, "a little while longer.."

"no, kayrem."

he mumbles again, pulling the covers over himself as a refusal, but this action also removes if off me.

"shit! don't look! don't look!" i quickly grab the covers again.

he literally laughs in his half~asleep state.

"so not funny," i mutter, flustered.

"i don't know why you're freaking out," he murmurs nonchalantly. "i was in you last night, marie."

the heat instantly rushes to my cheeks. some part of me wished he had forgotten, that we both had forgotten. i don't regret it, but it's more like a weird feeling. i feel out of place. a puzzle piece that one tries to fit in the incorrect template. i feel...wrong.

"mum and dad are awake. they'll notice that you're missing from your room."

no answer.

"kayrem, get up, please," i urge.

no answer again.

guys after sex are so lazy.

i decide to get up first.

"cupcake, stay with me," kayrem grumbles, gripping my arm. "i like it when you're next to me..." the libido in his morning voice taunts me.

i clear my throat and wriggle free from his weak hold.

-ˋˏ ༻🥂༺ ˎˊ-

i'm on literally house arrest, my brother as my stupid babysitter! i’m hoisted up on the kitchen's wooden benchtop, watching tv on the other end of the room whilst munching on cereal.

our parents have gone off to finish the last of the reporters at the old house so we can move back in. maxi's at school, and kayrem...well, he's heading down the stairs ~ shirtless and in red flannel pj pants.

"morning, sunshine," kayrem smiles through his yawn.

"uh, mornin'," i purse my lips, hitting him with that co~worker smile.

he bites his bottom lip..seductively before going off to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator. "how'd you sleep?" he stands across from me, twisting the cap open.

is that a trick question or something?

"f~fine."

i continue taking spoonfuls of cornflakes, making sure to focus my attention on the tele and not on him. for whatever reason, my gaze returns back to him. ugh! i absorb in his skinny but lean frame. he pretends that he doesn't notice me evidently checking him out. i think he likes the attention...

"warm today, ain't it?" he gazes out the windows.

"um, yeah!" i reply rather too upbeat which makes the situation even awkwarder! quickly, i follow his scan out the windows to cool down my fluster away from his judgment.

he chuckles under his breath.

"what are you doing?" i anxiously question his sudden presence right in front of me.

"spread your legs."

“what?"

he places his hand on my knee and another hand on the other knee before firmly spreading them apart, then he comes in between them and whispers, "i'm hungry."

the bowl trembles in my grip.

"…for some cereal," he clarifies nonchalantly, lifting up my spoon and collecting some cornflakes on it.

i internally relax.

instead of bringing the spoon to his mouth, he brings it to my mouth. "open," he touches the spoon to my lips.

i open my mouth and he feeds me the spoonful like a baby. i start to chew when kayrem leans in and envelopes his mouth over mine. it catches me so off guard that the bowl i'm holding tilts and a little bit of the milk pours over his abs. he doesn't care though, rather, he deepens the kiss.

"most delicious fucking cereal i've ever tasted, cupcake," he says between the kiss, eating the cornflakes right out of my mouth.

i set the bowl aside and drag him closer between my legs as we make out. my breathing elevates and a sense of intense lust gushes through me. i am so angry at myself, but it’s his fault. he knows just how to make sure i'm his whenever he wants me to be his.

"wait, stop, we shouldn't," i retract.

"you practically told me to rape you last night, and now you want to back out?"

"it wasn't like that!" i snap.

"sorry, but i don't break promises, sis," he uses my words against me. "now lean back," he instructs. "i want another taste..." he adds in a whisper.

i get soft again.

a button, a zipper and a tug later, kayrem has his mouth against the base of my underwear.

"kayrem..!”

he sucks my folds over the fabric and toys with my clit. all the windows are completely uncovered; anyone can practically see in. i catch a glimpse of a car going past, and like a reflex, i kick kayrem in the shoulder. he stumbles back, confused and infatuated.

"no," i tell him like i'm taming a dog.

another car goes past and he sees me looking at it nervously.

"who the fuck cares if anyone sees? i'm just enjoying breakfast. no crime in that, babysis.”

like a dog to a bone, he returns and drags my underwear down. he begins sucking..licking..probing..swallowing. he really knows how to…eat.

"mm..fuck," i grind into his face, creating more friction for myself. "you've..." i throw my head back, "got to..." i grab his hair, "stop,” i push him deeper into myself.

"moan for me, baby, moan for me."

"ahh, fuck, kayrem, f~faster..!"

giving his tongue a break, he rams two fingers into me and begins pumping in and out vigorously. i go from a molten lava cake that's been cut in half to an active volcano.

"w~what's happening to me..?!"

"it's okay," he takes a step back. "you're squirting."

"what?!" i throw my palms over my vag, stopping the gush. it feels like i'm peeing!

"marie, christ, you look so damn fuckable right now," he observes me with broad, broad eyes. "effing wish you were sitting on my face."

"i don’t squirt," i say angrily.

"hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of. guys dig that shit. you've actually made me a fuckload hornier."

"i'm not!" my eyes blur up.

"okay, okay," he quickly says. "it's okay, okay? i'll help you hide the evidence, cupcake," he smiles softly before reconnecting his lips with my wet folds, and just like that, he pumps my euphoria levels right back up.

"oh god, yesss," i scream. "oh my god!" i spot a familiar grey blob backing up into the driveway. "oh my goddd!"

kayrem continues.

"get off! get off!"

the car door shuts.

"get off!!!" i slap him hard on his back.

"ow!" he lifts his head up. "what the hell, marie?! you're so confusing!"

"mum's here!!"

keys dangle at the front door.

"what? she is?!" he glances out the window and sees her parked tesla. "oh fuck! fuck! what the fuck?! why the fuck?!"

i jump down, collect my pants and run behind the benchtop.

the door sways open.

"hey, mum!" i scream.

"jesus!" she holds a hand to her heart. "you startled me half to death, roséah."

"oops, aha! sorry, didn't mean to. um, why are you home?"

"forgot some important paperwork..." she answers me, looking around dubiously. her scan stops at kayrem as she watches him awkwardly eat the rest of what's actually called breakfast. "ahem, kayrem, please put on a shirt. you can't be walking around like that in front of your sister."

"oh," he looks at his chest, or past it, i can't tell. "uh..." and he faces me.

i shake my head at him questionably.

he gulps, licking his lips nervously.

"kayrem. shirt. now," mum dictates.

"right..mother..just.."

he's still staring at me in some code that i'm supposed to magically understand.

?!?!?!?!?

he glances at the fruit bowl which has a batch of bananas on the top.

so?

oh.

"this is bananas!" i scream again.

"jesus, roséah!" mum jumps in fright again. "what is with you?!"

"sorry," i cringe. "uh...would you like a banana?"

whilst her attention is fixed on me, kayrem slips away.

"no, and for the love of god, use your inside voice."

i nod, peeling up one for myself.

she leaves.

i roughly take a bite out of the fruit…yummy?

#romance #love #siblings #story #poetry

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intothewickedwood · 3 years

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Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 5x12 Souls of the Departed

Currently reading (well, listening) to The School for Good and Evil Series. It’s so good! It’s basically Wicked the Musical and has a fairy tale element like OUAT. Can’t recommend enough!

I had the weirdest dream last night that Ouat’s Gothel was hiding behind my bed at my old house trying to scare me. She stayed up all night with some blankets, waiting to pounce. Also, she was naked. Jesus Christ, wtf is wrong with my dreams?! I do not see Gothel in that way at all!! I was so freaking disturbed! @fairytalepsuedonym this is all your fault for putting that dirty hippie witch bitch on my mind lol xD! /jk

Also guys, we’re getting Disney+ today. I’m so excited! Let me know if anyone has any recommendations.

And you know what I just thought of? It looked like they were implying that Merida and Lord Macintosh were gonna be a thing (possibly? I think it’s up for interpretation) but he outright shot an arrow at one of her brothers and wanted the others dead too. Merida would never! Her brothers mean too much to her to forgive such a thing. Also, she gives me gay vibes. I don’t make the rules. Alistair makes all the rules. 

Back to the rewatch.

Oh yeah! This is the 100th episode! The compilation for 100 episodes was so freaking epic!

Neal! Is that really him though?

She’s staring at his lips lol!

Omg! Emma would have come back for Neal if she could. That means she believes they were true love, and she could have split her heart with him, right?

So, he appeared to her? 

Omg! The way Emma is stroking his face and is staring at him, you’d never know she was working on saving her boyfriend lol.

You know what would have been so much better? If the underworld was perpetually dark and foggy (within reason) like the sims 4 Forgotten Hollow. That would have looked so much cooler!

Here comes the red filter. As a gifmaker and even as a viewer I wanna scream every time I see it but at least it’s not the Dark Swan arc.

I said it before and I’ll say it again: they should have let Regina’s and maybe even Rumple’s victims confront them! That would have been interesting to watch play out. I know we got Regina’s dad and Peter Pan but give me a family of Regina’s slaughtered villagers. What would their reaction be to seeing her?

Eww. I hate the way she dips her finger in that pie.

Guys. It doesn’t matter that you have Regina surrounded, she has pyrokinesis and telekinesis! Y’all are screwed! She blew the flames out? She had the advantage! I’m glad she didn’t hurt them of course, but as someone writing a book that consists of characters with magic abilities, you’ve gotta know when a powerful character has the advantage and when to use it. Where was Snow dodging a fireball as one of her arrows flies at Regina and it pauses in mid air only to sore back at Snowing and their friends, but they manage to outsmart her somehow? 

Woah. This is the boldest Henry Sr. has ever been. He’s really trying to help Regina out here. 

Cora!! My love!! I missed you!!

I love the Blind Witch. Does she have a name? I enjoyed her in ‘Regina Rising.’ I remember she’s quite a bit older than Regina

The Blind Witch: “What can I get you? Do you like gingerbread or children?” Omg Snow’s like “what the actual f**k??”

James, why are you like this?? Get off her, dude.

Those key rings are cool.

Why the hell didn’t Emma just tell Henry she saw his dad? I can think of absolutely no reason why she would keep that from him.

Lately all Robin has done is make random comments pointing out the obvious. “It’s uncanny. It’s so similar yet so off.” Yes, Robin we established that 9 minutes ago. His next line will be, “Goodness, is that a tree over there?” or “Regina, you were the Evil Queen”, mark my words. Where has his personality gone? I was never a big fan but at least he was kinda arrogant and cheeky before, at least in season 2 and 3. Now he’s just a dude that points on the ground and tells you there’s a stone. And they have the chemistry of a banana and a cheese cracker.

“Her puny army of sweaty little child beasts.”

Are those black roses? 

I may be wrong but wasn’t Cora trying to get Regina to stop hunting Snow White and find true love instead in 4x20 or am I making things up? And I wonder if this is before or after she appeared in 4x20. 

I just love Cora so much.

Is that how she got to the EF in 4x20? Through a looking glass?

The fact that she could so easily cross realms suggests that she willingly gave Regina her space. Which is something! But it feels like she’d have ulterior motives for that. Also Jefferson and Rumple would be screaming if they knew it was that easy to cross realms.

Regina: “are you threatening me?” Cora: “No. Of course not, never.” But you literally are though.

Peter Pan! He was under-utilised this season. Come on! They could have done so much with him! I’m glad at least Cora and Cruella got decent screen time.

Imagine watching OUAT for the first time with this episode and you see this full-grown man refer to a teenage boy as is father. I would be so confused lol.

I wonder if Rumple / Rumple’s father hail from Dunbroch originally. You know, with the Scottish accent. I’m kinda thinking about headcanoning that now. At least, I think Malcolm had a Scottish accent?

That got me! I forgot Cora had glamoured into Henry Sr.! I thought Cora had shapeshifted into Snow to trick Henry.

Oh, so Henry Sr. contacting her was the reason Cora could walk through the looking glass. If only someone had contacted Jefferson. And I’ve just remembered that in 4x20, she said a white rabbit brought her to the EF.

Killian looks creepy as hell here!

Lol Cora, you let Henry wrap the heart? What did you expect to happen!

Why did Regina need Snow’s heart to kill her? She could have easily killed her without even touching her. 

What the hell does Snow think is in there? She looks terrified.

Archie, wtf were you doing between Snow’s titties?! And what were you doing with a match? Gonna set some titties on fire xD? I bet she could never look at him the same again. 

He doesn’t want Regina to kill Snow because he thinks it will make her dark forever? What about all the other people she’s killed?! That makes no sense!

Okay, given that Grace didn’t seem to physically age much between the flashbacks in 1x17 and the present day in 1x17, this probably happened after the flashback’s events in 4x20. 

According to wiki, Regina’s birthday is February 1st. I’m only learning this now.

I’ve never seen Henry Sr. so bold and Adam end to help Regina.

Okay, so Regina shrunk Henry with her magic but she needed a mushroom to return him to his normal size?

Don’t lock him in that box omg!!

Cora: “when are you gonna get it in that thick head...” she’s so casually abusive.

Random thought but why is Henry’s surname Mills? It just seems like it’d be Cora’s surname. Maybe he took hers on but that seems strange for a Prince to do.

Cora, don’t!

Henry’s alright!

Aww. Henry got to meet his 3rd Grandpa! He’s so happy she named him after him. 

I’m tearing up.

“Remember who you are, Regina.”

Henry, honey, you need to go home.

Is that Persephone?

Oh my God! I’m so excited for the Cora and Zelena stuff!! By far my favourite thing of the season! To hear Cora say Zelena’s name- the fact she knows her name- I’d waited for so long for this! It left open so many questions!

And Hades infuriated with Cora on the love of his life Zelena’s behalf!! He loved her so much and would do anything for her. I don’t ship it as much as I initially did because of how it ended but that man freaking loved and cherished Zelena. He wanted everything for her. She desperately needed that and it was an emotional experience to see her get it.

That’s like her worst nightmare, being a peasant again. 

I can’t with the flame hair.

I forgot this episode was pretty good. I didn’t remember liking it but Cora saved it for me. I forgot she was in it because I have probably watch season 5 the least as I try to avoid it lol. 

#ouat #once upon a time #regina mills #the evil queen #cora mills #ouat rewatch #ouat rewatch 2019

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beyoncesdragon · 4 years

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The disappointing Gender

Pairing: Bestfriend!Ashton x Reader

Warnings: shit ton of cursing, dont worry I love men, but women are just easier at times. Based on a real story, that shit really happened to me.

Summary: Some men are just straight up trash. And what’s better than to vent about them to your willingly listening best friend Ashton.

My Masterlist 🦋

(Gif credits: @ghostofmashton)

“I don’t know exactly what goes through your mind when deciding to finally peel your limp body out of your comfy sheets, go through the usually long, self-esteem-damaging process of “getting ready”, find an outfit you would feel comfortable but not underdressed in and then leave for a party. Let me be honest, I mostly think: at least let it be worth all this. And then maybe something like; maybe I’ll meet someone. “Someone” carefully and fully on purpose undefined because you don’t want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed. But “someone” secretly being a guy, optionally a boyfriend even, but just maybe.

“However, now you are at that party, ready to meet new people and you take a look around. You see many people; some you think are pretty in your eyes some aren’t. But that’s okay, that’s only natural. So then after a time, when you have met a few girls you get along with, you spot the “someone”. And your friends somehow knew about him and all that bullshit and tell you the teeniest bit of bloody information alright? And he, on top of that, seems to be interested, keep that in mind.”

I stopped for a second, taking a gulp of my water. The few ice cubes clicked softly against the glass when I placed it back down.

“Alright. Now, you chat with him, all friendly funny business, you develop a sort of insider joke. It’s funny and you think wow, it isn’t all that difficult to talk to boys, amazing. Eventually, you also had a few, and I don’t want to say advantageously but it does help.”

A giggle fell from my bestfriends lips, but I decided to just keep going. “I will again be honest, I was a bit…inebriated if I may say so and if you would want to take me as an example. However, maybe you flirt for a while, and it really all goes well, so well that you would’ve started to become suspicious, since it was you after all. Continuing, because you’re bloody sloshed, you don’t suspect anything, even though if you would’ve just listened closely you could’ve totally heard fate snigger.”

I earned an amused hum from Ashton for that, picking up my glass again. “Further on, one of your new friends disappears with a guy and it’s okay for you but not for her friend whom you also are friends with now. That, because the other girl actually does have a guy eventually. But she isn’t sure. So you go get her, and you sit down with the girls outside to have a chat. Because it’s important that she still has a good night and so on. During that amount of time, you selflessly neglect your guy. Not that he is your guy in reality, but you secretly might have planned on making him your guy.” After a big gulp I placed my glass back down again, the ice now almost completely molten.

“Suddenly, that bloke walks out, raising a single hand at you as an obvious goodbye. And you sit here, startled and a bit dumbfounded because what the fuck is he leaving already. Quick note; it was hardly midnight, the clock stroke twelve maybe two minutes ago. So you get up, approach him and ask, why in the love of Jesus effing Christ he’s leaving already. His response; well. He hasn’t been blessed with the best of experience with women.”

And annoyed frown settled on my face. “I mean what kind of excuse is that? I haven’t only met them good guys either, but do you see me acting like an antisocial scaredy-cat? Nope sir, because I am not that superficial, and you shouldn’t be as well because I am not “women”. Also, have I mentioned that my friends told me, that he was total slag, like a fuckboy freshly bred. Best experience with women my fucking ass. However, back to my example; you then are still a bit startled because he slips that he has been cheated on and all that godforsaken crap. And in your woozy, naturally kind-hearted state you are in, you do feel sorry and possibly even apologise for being so bold. Also, because you don’t want him to think bad of you, he is very attractive after all and you have not given up your hopes just yet.”

A grin had now settled on Ash’s lips, as he leaned back with his drink, the attention still fully with me. “Then he says something like; but it was nice to meet you, and asks you to say your name again, and you do so. Naturally you do ask him the same thing…and you may have forgotten the name already.” I added with a frown, desperately trying to remember. “Something with F and it sounded French or such. Don’t know, not important anyways. Just like his existence.”

At that, Ashton laughed out loud, but wisely keeping quiet. “Yeah you just laugh…however, he then throws that horrid line; we’ll see each other again yeah?

At you, and you might think cool. But how for the love of fuck, since you don’t have anything except for a name. So the thing you do then is, you scrap all of your…I don’t know confidence from off the bottom of your rotten self and ask, if he wants to at least give you his snapchat.” Ash let out a whistle but I waved him off.

“I’m not done yet. So you ask. And he just ignores your question somehow, can’t really remember how. The whole time he’s walking away from you backwards, I guess towards the busstation and you have to follow him like damn mongrel…however. You end up leaving it be and sprinting back to your friends telling them what happened. Because they “know” him, they know his Instagram, so you decide to follow him. But he is on private so you got to send a request. Done with a few clicks, in approximately ten seconds. So now he is gone, you feel disappointment bubbling up, because fuck.”

Ash nodded slowly, looking up at me since I got up impatiently from his couch. “Sounds fun?” he said in a more or less questioning manner and I shot him a dark look.

“Buzz off twat, the best part’s only coming.” Ash rose an eyebrow, leaning back expectantly again. “Next morning you go and check your Instagram, somehow curious if he accepted your request and what do you see? He fucking declined it! This bloody wanker skipped my music, stole my attention and wasted my fucking time, four hours of it!” Ashton broke out in a fit of laughter, nearly spilling his drink.

“Comedy at its finest, certificated gold. Platinum even. Oh Jesus Christ. And that all has obviously not happened to you, you just purposely told it like it did right?” I huffed annoyed, dropping down again. “Never, as if stuff like this would ever happen to me. I mean, I totally understand mankind, it’s just that you can’t fucking use any of them.” Ash giggled, a dopey grin on his face.

“Come again?” I rolled my eyes. “I said, that you can’t fucking use any of you gentlemen. Men are so disappointing, like get a grip on yourselves honestly.” Ash grinned, nudging me with his foot. “Haven’t you just said that he should stop being superficial because of one woman?” he teased and I gave him an angry glare.

“Cheating and just generally being international disappointments is something else. I slowly start to believe that you guys are just born with that twat-gene. It’s almost not your fault. It’s probably the Y-chromosome, would explain why women aren’t like you guys.” Ash shot me an amused grin.

“I don’t know if I would surprise you saying that the explanation why men and women aren’t the same accurately is rooted in our genes. To be specific, it’s even a matter of just those two chromosome, the X-chromosome and the Y-chromosome…” I groaned annoyed, aiming a pillow at his head. I missed, but the message was clear.

“Smart-alecky dimwit, get off my back. I need emotional support, because member belonging to your sex has wasted my time and, in addition to that, ruined your all’s reputation.” Ash just hummed amused.

“Is that so.” I nodded, pouting bolshie. “Then I suggest, you listen to Ariana Grande’s Thank u Next and some Beyoncé, maybe also Rihanna. They’ll support your idea of men being trash immediately I am sure.” I flipped him off immediately, even though he had brought up a good point.

“I am kidding sweetheart. I know men can be idiots, but so can you females.” I couldn’t help but throw him a derisive look “Yes, males and females can be difficult at times.” I mocked him and he just shot me a lopsided grin. “Now you get off my back, annoying brat. But you are over him?” I shrugged.

“I mean, I was never actively involved with him, so I guess?” he nodded softly. “Venting felt good?” I nodded quickly. “Always does. Thanks bud.” He smiled warmly at me. “Everything for my best friend. Mind if I quickly call Kaitlin…” as he saw my face he immediately rolled his eyes. “Oh your little girlfriend huh? Young Irwin’s a little whipped?” giving me the finger he got up and grabbed his phone. “Shut up. I’m right back you bitter prick.”

I laughed sitting up again. “I am not bitter, I am happy for you Ash. Furthermore, I don’t have any problems with taken people or relationships. The problems I have, start when selfish and inconsiderate assholes rub in the fact that they have someone, and start gushing about them. When I, as an admittedly slowly bitter, but independent single person, couldn’t give a shit or two.” Ash grinned at me, shaking his head slightly. “I love you, you madwoman. Also, I am sure you’ll find your guy and we can do all those disgustingly cute things best friends do when they both are in relationships.”

I scrunched my nose. “Like what? Double-dates? In this case, I’d rather stay single Irwin, and now get lost you need to call your babygirl or whatever. Our ice cream is melting and our friends-day is not over yet. So you better hurry your red-dyed, slicked back visage up.” I responded harshly but with a loving lilt to it.

“On my way, woman. Love you, don’t eat my ice cream.” I just huffed, waving him off quickly. “Love you too, you ashy bitch.” I then almost choked on my water when I saw his expression at my words. He grinned and shook his head, pressing his phone against his ear.

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HOMILY for 20th Sunday after Pentecost (EF)

Eph 5:15-21; John 4:46-53

“Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise men but as wise, making the most of the time, because the days are evil” (Eph 5:15), says St Paul in today’s epistle. And how do we know that the days in which live now, that these, our current times, are evil? You might say to me that this is obvious! Certainly, even our non-religious contemporaries will agree that 2020 has been a terrible catastrophic year, and we have seen and suffered many evils: the coronavirus and its many deadly, restrictive, and debilitating effects, of course, but also widespread riots and protests, the destruction of churches and public property, family strife and assaults, and of course, the ongoing evil of abortion. These, you might think, would be signs that the “days are evil”.

But if we are sensitive to the nuances of Sacred Scripture, we should notice that, in fact, the prevalence of sin and sickness is not the main indication that the age is evil. Rather, the prevalence of these evils in every age merely reminds us that, as St John says: “we are of God, [but] the whole world is in the power of the evil one.” (1 Jn 5:19) For the Saviour too affirms that Satan is the “ruler of this world”, whom he has cast out by the power of his holy Cross. But the reclamation of the world and its redemption takes place in us and in our lives; in how we use the material things of this world, and how we relate to God and one another. Hence, the Church exorcises and blesses persons and things, claiming them for God so that the whole of this world can be redeemed by Christ, and be used for his glory.

Therefore, given this fact, we should indeed, as St Paul says, look carefully and wisely how we walk – in other words, we must be mindful to behave as God’s own children, to follow the Lord’s wisdom handed down for generations. The prophet Micah thus says: “He has showed you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?” (6:8) So, in every age, whether it is an evil age or not, the Lord has asked this of us: that we should walk in friendship with our neighbours, where possible; walk in the kind of fraternal solidarity with people of good will that is spoken of by Pope Francis, and to “walk humbly” with God as Scripture says.

So, what, according to the Word of God, is a sign that we live in an evil age? In St Luke’s Gospel Jesus says: “This generation is an evil generation; it seeks a sign…” (Lk 11:29) Hence in today’s Gospel from St John, the Lord says to the official from Capernaum who had come to him seeking a healing miracle for his son: “Unless you see signs and wonders you will not believe.” (Jn 4:48) Now, it is not unreasonable to ask for one’s child, one’s parent, one’s friend and loved ones to be healed. We do it all the time, and well we should. But the key question is this: do we need signs and wonders in order to believe in God, to believe in Jesus Christ, to believe in the Word of God? In other words, do the miracles, the external signs, produce belief such that our faith depends on them? For the result of this kind of belief is that when there are no visible miracles, no external signs and beautiful wonders, no great healings, or indeed, when our prayers and novenas and penances seem to produce no results, then our faith fails; then, we doubt the goodness and wisdom of God. However, when this happens, perhaps one didn’t really have faith at all. Rather, one is of an “evil generation”, a faithless generation, that would not believe unless one sees signs and wonders.

Jesus thus first converts the heart of the man who approaches him in the Gospel. He gives him the gift of faith. As St John recounts: “Jesus said to him, ‘Go; your son will live.’ The man believed the word that Jesus spoke to him and went his way.” (Jn 4:50) Pay attention, again, to the words of the Gospel: “the man believed the word that Jesus spoke to him and went his way.” So, too, if we have the gift of faith, then we shall believe in the word of Jesus, believe in his promises, and therefore have a deep thirst to understand and contemplate the Word of God in Sacred Scripture. For, with belief in the Word of God, we will go on our way, but, mindful to look carefully how we walk, as St Paul said, so that we walk along the way of salvation that is taught by Christ’s Holy Church. This is what is meant by walking as “wise” men rather than as the unwise.

For, regrettably, there is, among some people in the Catholic Church today, a certain excitement about purported signs and wonders, and even, supposedly new revelations concerning the divine will. But this is unwise! For there can be no new revelations which supplement the public revelation given to the Church – any novelties stemming from so-called private revelation would be just heresy. And there are various groups and online videos spreading talk of signs, miracles, private revelations, new prophecies, charismatic utterances, and so on. However, to what end? For what purpose? Is it to deepen our faith in the wisdom and providence of God? Do these help us to be truly abandoned to divine providence. Or do they give us a false sense of control and security about how to navigate these evil times? Therefore, do not, like the unwise, follow false prophets and be led away from the Gospel. Remember, “walk humbly with your God”, and be warned: “an evil, faithless generation seeks a sign” (cf Mt 12:39).

Therefore, do not seek signs in order to believe. Rather, believe the Word of the Lord, and then trust that great marvels will be done in your life. For God wills to convert your heart, to raise you up from the deadliness of sin, and to give you, finally, a share in his divine Trinitarian life. This is the promise that is made to us in today’s Gospel miracle. But all this Christ does invisibly through grace albeit acting visibly through the Sacraments of his Church. At his word, spoken by the priest in persona Christi capitis, God’s grace works invisibly in our lives, but sanctifying grace will at last have visible effects too: in the way we talk to one another, in the way we love one another, in our works of mercy and charity. Thus, the sure sign of God’s power at work among us isn’t seen in splendid spectacles and great wonders; nor in mystical experiences and visions, but in the transformation of our everyday lives, in the depth and reality of our love for God and compassion for one another. A faithful generation, therefore, would recognise this, and long for an increase of charity, and seek to build a more just, fraternal, and virtuous society.

So St Paul says in his letter to the Ephesians: “Be imitators of God, as beloved children. And walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.” Then, continuing on with the passage sung in today’s epistle, St Paul describes how it looks like if we Christians walk in love. The grace of God produces a tangible visible sign among us as we’re “filled with the Spirit, addressing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody to the Lord with all your heart, always and for everything giving thanks in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ to God the Father.” (Eph 5:18-20)

My brothers and sisters, because the “days are evil”, and because we will continue to labour under the effects of the current pandemic and the other evils of our age, know this therefore: the world is in dire need of our Christian witness of love, faith, and unity. So, as things in the world become fractured and polarised and divided, let us be united in Jesus Christ, firmly founded on faith in his Word, held within the unity of Christ’s One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church, in a communion of filial love for the Pope and our Bishops. For Christ has promised to remain with us, here in his holy Church, until the end of time. And, as things become difficult and complex and confusing in our world, let us offer up our inconveniences and sufferings in penance for sin, continuing “always and for everything” to thank God for his graces and mercy. Therefore let us now lift up our hearts at the Altar, and so offer to God, in union with Christ, this Eucharist, this holy Sacrifice of our thanksgiving and praise. Through you and me, God is at work in us to redeem the world!

#faith #unity #charity #ecclesiology #miracles #signs #wonders #private revelation

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Reasons why Terminator Dark Fate is a worthy sequel of T2

It wrapped up a stale story and respected its predecessor’s finale

Skynet is dead, long live Skynet. Yes, there is no fate and Sarah was able to kill Skynet, but Skynet wasn’t a product of only its time nor an incident made by rogues: Skynet was a warning of what would become of people if they were too arrogant. It’s a tale of hybris. Men get too self-reliant and create something that will bring about their downfall: they become God, but by becoming God they commit a sin so big, they will need Jesus Christ (John Connor or James Cameron, if you will) to save themselves. I mean, if you don’t see the correlation between the Virgin Mary and Sarah Connor (Sarah is also the wife of Abraham, the quintessential mother in the Bible), y’all are blind (she gets inseminated by an “angel” sent to protect her, by her own son, ergo God). Terminator Dark Fate didn’t become woke, it did what T2 started to do, it de-christianized its message for a wider audience (Hollywood doesn’t pander to white christian americans anymore in 2019, go figure). In both movies, Sarah isn’t the Virgin Mary anymore, she’s the mentor, she takes action and she changes her own future and that of billions of people: she becomes the saviour. In the sequel to TDF she obviously was supposed to be the mentor to the new saviour. By killing John, it gave the story back to Sarah and a new hope for the future, taking out some of those harmful tropes where women are only good to “birth” the father of the resistance and not be them. John Connor was never a character you were going to be satisfied with, because he’s an ideal. You liked the teen version, because he was a rebel-ish punk who did everything he wanted, had a motorcycle and a pet robot. You were never going to like the gritty future version of a man destroyed by everything and also he was never supposed to become that. All of Sarah’s struggles the moment she found out she was pregnant were to protect her son from that future. Hadn’t they killed him off in 1999, he would’ve just been a 45 year old drunk - that’s where his character was going after defeating Skynet.

It isn’t contraddictory to have another AI replace Skynet.

Skynet and Legion are a cautionary tale, they are false gods, Frankenstein’s creature and the devil. It’s not repetitive, it’s not something that can be prevented in full, because humanity IS on that path. Humanity wants to play God and Sarah and John’s effort to stop Skynet was silent, it was secret (despite Sarah’s efforts to have people believe her, nobody did). Do you really think it would be so difficult to imagine another company, working on a similar project, at the same time in the late 90s - early 2000s? The only weak point is the implication that Legion would occupy terminators and the same tactics as Skynet, but I’m guessing if Sarah has been killing Terminators in the past for 30 years, Legion could’ve “read” something about it and developed itself to fit the past or got inspired, I don’t know. It’s not that far-fetched to have another AI use the same tactics.

It introduced a new scary terminator, who is perfect for 2020

The Rev-9, like its predecessors, is an inflitration model (and that’s the only reason they cast a latin actor) who is built to hunt the same way the first two were, but it does it better: because 2020 is a scary time. The T-800 had to look on a phone book and kill three Sarah Connor before getting to the right one. This one? It needs a working internet connection.

Also, to all of you saying that politics should stay out of movies,

- the T-800 was an intimidating male hunting a defenseless woman

- the T-1000 was a cop hunting a supposed “crazy woman and criminal”

- the Rev-9 is an immigration officer hunting a defenseless immigrant.

not that hard to spot the similarities.

It answered the question “what happens to terminators when they fulfill their purpose?”

Arnie is old and that’s what made it so much more believable for me.

People keep using this quote from The Terminator to say how terrible writing and what a huge plot hole it was to make the T-800 a dad: “That Terminator is out there. It can't be reasoned with, it can't be bargained with...it doesn't feel pity of remorse or fear...and it absolutely will not stop.Ever. Until you are dead.”

Here’s a few reasons why their reasoning is biased:

First, off screen reason: this is the first movie, Cameron had no idea what would become of its own sequels. He hadn’t predicted Arnold would have such a following and I’m sure a re-programmed Terminator wasn’t in its plans. The first movie was about the horror of the terminator, we weren’t supposed to feel anything for it but fear, because its purpose was to scare us and nothing else.

Second, in-character reason: Kyle Reese is a soldier in the future. He has only seen these machines kill and maim and knows that, just because this one has skin and hair and muscle on its endo-skeleton, it isn’t less machine than the ones he has been fighting all of his life. He only knows this one’s worse: because he has a single purpose.

Third, non canon reason: Cameron from TSCC. Nobody was offended when she started to develop feelings for John in that series, why is everyone so offended by Carl now? Yeah. But it’s not canon, so let’s go to the last reason.

Fourth, canon, on-screen, in-character reason: THE WHOLE EFFING MOVIE YOU LOVE SO MUCH. Terminator 2 is all about the differences between the T-1000 and the T-800. Yes, it was re-programmed, but it wasn’t programmed to get attached to John, to learn from him, to almost act as a surrogate father, to give him a sign of their relationship as he was lowered to his death. It has been established machines can feel. Even the Rev-9, who’s still fully on mission, has a personality, the same way Patrick’s was. They exist, therfore they are. They have their own thoughts, their own doubts and that means they can develop a conscience and get attached. Carl says he doesn’t love his family the way a human would and it shows, the same way the T-800 from T2 didn’t love John like a Kyle Reese would have.

It gave us a new found family dynamic and used old tropes to tell new stories

Dani, Grace and Sarah have an amazing dynamic. Adding Carl to the mix was a bonus, because it created tension, but at the same time it gave us back that soft T-800 everyone of us fell in love with at 10-13 years old.

It did what TFA tried to do but better, imho. Star Wars fans were starved and when Disney made that movie, it still was considered a good producer of excellent content (now, not so much). TDF was produced by a variety of studios, because nobody wanted to take full responsibility after the disaster that was Genysis (and who could blame them?). Nobody praised TFA for its attempt to start a new saga, re-using ANH’s storyline with new characters and then build from there a new story, but it’s because they didn’t do it right. TFA doesn’t give you time to care about the characters, it’s a messy introduction of what could’ve been a very good trilogy if only they tried harder.

TDF, in my opinion, did try harder. It gave us a simple hunter-hunted storyline, where all of the cast is in the same place at the same time. This way, you can care about the development of their relationships. You care about Grace and Dani, not because the movie told you to, but because you can see Grace’s affection and ammiration from the very first scenes and, by the end, you see the affection Dani has for this stranger who’s sole purpose it taking care of her, when she’s so used to be the one to take care of others (see the first few scenes with her brother and father). You care about Dani and Sarah, because the whole movie builds up to the mentor storyline without telling you. You care about Carl and Sarah, because of all the build up from past movies, but also because of the little things (”I’m never f* calling you Carl” to calling him just that a few scenes later or Sarah calling out the Rev-9 by telling it, “we’re not machines”). Everything it did, it did without telling us what to feel and that’s rare in a world where franchises are constantly telling you who you should like and why, instead of writing a good story and letting you figure it out by yourself.

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It is not by far a perfect movie. Having 3 producing companies and six writers didn’t help, the same way it didn’t help that Tim Miller was basically ghost-directing for the ever-too-busy James Cameron.

It could have been better in many ways: firstly, by using smaller scenes and a smaller budget and maybe a little less CGI and a little more practical effects. It was too ambitous and fans hadn’t yet forgiven this franchise for Genysis, because fans are butthurt babies who only want things to be they way they want them (I hated Genysis, don’t get me wrong, but I decided if this movie was going to be worth it once they said it wouldn’t be a sequel and watched a couple of trailers, it isn’t that hard). Another reason it bombed, beside the active boycotting, was the close to absent promotion except for a couple of lines.

Anyway, this messy post is just to explain the reasoning why I believe it is a worthy sequel and, in my opinion, without the nostalgia goggles on and taking out of the equation the “originality” factor, I dare say it’s perfectly on par with The Terminator.

#terminator dark fate #terminator #terminator spoilers #spoilers #angie rants #ignore #personal #long post

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April 2019 Recs/May 2019 Recs

Smut,angst, fluff, and more, check out these awesome writers!

1)Nothing Else Matters by @67midnightwriter

Link:HERE

Summary: None

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

My Review: This was just so poetic and absolutely beautiful! Logan you never cease to amaze me with your talents.

2)Doc and Sir by @crashdevlin

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Summary: Y/n had a crush on Sam at Stanford, but she was sure he’d never look at her because of her weight. When he walks into her ER eleven years after the fire in his apartment, he reveals she’s actually more his type than she would have thought: sweet, innocent and corruptible.

Pairing: Sam X Plus size!Reader

Warnings: Dom/sub training, bondage, oral (male rec), 18+ HERE BE SEX DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! protected sex, fingering, gags,spanking, panty kink, non-consensual touching, unprotected sex, rough sex, bruises, creampie, mentions of marijuanalittle bit of flogging, mentions of breathplay, somnophilia, bondage, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, oral sex (fem and male rec).

My Review: Whew Lordy this ones H.O.T!! Idk about y’all but this one hit me right in the praise!kink and I was done for. Not only is there hot smut but smidge of angst and all the fluff! I LOVE the backstory! Link is for all parts and all warnings from each chapter are listed.

3)The Beard by @bamby0304

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Summary: After Sam saves you from some nuisance demons he comes to check on you that night. Deciding to spend some time together, eventually you find yourself getting distracted by the his beard. It wasn’t your intention, or Sam’s, but neither of you stop when things start heating up.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Episode 14x01 spoilers. Explicit language. Angst. Fluff. Smut. Oral (female receiving). Fingering. Unprotected sex.

My Review: Beard!Kink-ers unite! This delicious little smut features our favorite moose and his grief beard from Season 14 that we love so much! It’s yummy 😋

4)What a Way to Go by @impala-dreamer

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Summary: ~Dean tries to kill you... with pleasure.~

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, PWP. Just porn. Overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting... just smut.

My Review: What a way to go indeed! Jesus Christ this one is a panty ruiner for sure! Prepare yourself!

5)Your Soldier by @winchester19-67

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Summary: Military AU

Pairing: Soldier!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff

My Review: This one hit my feels for sure! It is heartbreaking, yet so beautiful and fluffy! I absolutely loved it and the ending! Read it y’all.

6)Addicted by @maddiepants

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Summary: Even as a demon, Dean couldn't get you out of his mind. Now he's going to make sure you can't ever get enough of him.

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader, mention of Sam

Warnings: Smut, dub-con, blood drinking, sex toys, restraints, little bit of biting/markinh, unprotected sex, language, Demon!Dean (cause he's a warning)

My Review: Well. This is... I just. Words? Seriously y’all this piece is fucking juicy and delicious! Erica painted a very vivid picture that is sure to get your panties wet! And who doesn’t love some Demon!Dean?

7)Frozen by @wigglebox

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Summary: “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

“You make a sound and its game over.”

Pairing: Dean x Cas

Warnings: Public Sex, Public Blow Jobs, Dom/sub Undertones, Jesus cameo, yes Eileen is alive

My Review: Fuck me, I have never read Destiel but this was wow 😲

8)Friction by @kittenofdoomage

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Summary: This case requires acting. The problem is, you and Dean have been at each other’s throats so long, can you really pretend you like him?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: smut, drama, fighting, Dean being an ass, the reader being an ass, public sexy times, fluff.

My Review: This story was awesome! There’s not a ton of smut but the backstory and they way Rhi set it up is amazing! It’s a tad Angsty, a dash smutty and a whole lot fluffy :)

9)Never Have I Ever by @squirrel-moose-winchester

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Summary: Sam and Y/N have the whole bunker to themselves. And what had started out as a simple game of Never Have I Ever, things started to get a little “deep.”

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Explicit Language, Unprotected Sex (Always be safe), and Some Fluff.

My Review: Holy. Shit. Enough said.

10)Total Lack of Nudity by @wayward_and_worn on AO3

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Summary: No plot at all. Dean makes a comment about how there is not enough nudity for him in the bunker.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester (No Wincest)

Warnings: See link

My Review: Well. This started off hilarious, I was laughing out loud ! And ended with me in a puddle. HOLY SHIT. Read it.

Read.

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11)Proven Wrong by @rebelminxy

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Summary: Sam and Dean are hanging out at a bar after a hunt when they spot the Reader celebrating with a few friends. When the Reader finds herself in a bit of a situation, she uses her self-confidence to get herself out, and give the boys a bit of eye candy fun.

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean

Warnings: see link, no smut

My Review: Sexy, confidant plus sized gal? Hell yeah! She’s caught the eye of our two favorite hunters, Now we just need part two 😉

12)The man Who has Everything by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

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Summary: You're habitually quiet during sex and Sam leads you to be more vocal, even at the risk of annoying Dean.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: smut, flangst? Fluff and feels anyway.

My Review: This was so fucking hot and sensual and just makes you melt! Then the ending is just so sweet and fluffy! Love it!

13)I have a Dream by @idreamofplaid

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Summary: The reader shares a special dream with Jared and realizes there’s more to her dream than she knew.

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Warnings: Fingering; Dirty Talk, smut

My Review: Robin creates a beautiful AU in this fic! She combined supernatural canon with RPF! And special stories behind the tattoos which are so beautiful! I loved everything about this! Read it and go beg her for part 2! 😘😘

14)Fat Bottomed Omega by @melonshino

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Summary: None

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader (Female and Plus-Sized)

Warnings: very nsfw, smut, also some fluff, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, true mates, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), knotting, slightly insecure reader, not beta read

My Review: This was so sexy and sensual! I absolutely loved getting to see things from the readers and Dean’s POV. Curvy Reader was a bonus! And I love Dean’s considerations during their sexy time *wink wink. ALSO this is her FIRST smut AND a/b/o fic!!! Way to go!

15)Magic Dean by @kittenofdoomage

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Summary: stripper!TFW

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Hot fucking smut!

My Review: holy fuck this fic is glorious!! I don’t even know where to start! The set up with the scene and characters is just perfect! And the gif/video attachment help paint a lovely picture of what our favorite boys would be doing!! If your panties aren’t wet after all that sexy they will be because there’s hot smut too! Whew it a good one! Trust me and read it! At home. In bed. Alone...

16)Skin on Skin by @glassjacket

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Link is to part three, which has links to parts 1&2

Summary: none

Pairing: Jensen Ackles X Jared Padalecki

Warnings: graphic slash, m/m: oral sex, anal play, anal fingering, rimming, blow jobs, slight frottage, hand jobs, ejaculation breath play, bossy bottom Jensen / top Jared (though if you ask me I’ll tell you they’re both verses; these are just their roles in this particular fic)

My Review: I have never read strictly M/M as it’s just not my thing and I don’t ship J2, but MJ recommended this and OMFG. I read all three parts last night and couldn’t compose words until now!This is seriously fucking hot 🔥 ruined panties and everything. I also like the fact that it was very sensual and provided a sensory experience! Give this fic a try y’all!

17)A Place to Call Home by @luci-in-trenchcoats

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Summary: The reader isn’t thrilled to be going to yet another foster home and is simply looking to get by until she’s an adult. Only her new family isn’t going to let her give up so easy…

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Warnings: language, angst

My Review: If y’all love fluff you have to read this series! I’ve never read another fic like it and it’s incredible! I love the storyline, the incorporation of the real Ackles family and the journeys we get to observe! This is one of my favorites!

18)Mommy’s Favorite by @impalaimagining

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Summary: As a single mother, caring for a sick child is never easy, but it gets even worse when they’re terrified of the doctor’s office. Things take a turn when the doctor seems to be an angel who has taken residence here on earth.

Pairing: Doctor!Jared x female!ReaderAU

Warnings: mentions of needles, fear of doctor’s offices, single parenting, Jared being a total sweetheart

My Review: This is seriously so effing cute! Jared is a pediatrician- enough said! Tons of Fluffy adorableness and maybe some angst if your a toddler 😜

19)Nesting in Vancouver by @idreamofplaid

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Summary: The Reader needs her Alpha, and he’s in Vancouver.

Pairing: Alpha!Jared x Omega!Reader

Warnings: begging, fingering, smut, A/B/O dynamics.

My Review: This is so sensual and loving! It’s A/B/O and Jared gives the reader what she needs while she’s in heat and nesting. And of course Jared is a precious bean!

20)Captivated by @saxxxology

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Summary: Working for the prominent lawyer, Sam Winchester, is the best thing to ever happen to you… or so you think. He’s smart, hardworking, and does his best for the people around him. He takes a firm interest in you, almost immediately seeing you as much more than just a lawyer-in-training, which quickly spirals into an after-hours life of trust, loyalty, and desire.

Pairing: Sam x Reader (Lawyer!AU)

Warnings: virgin!reader (eventual loss of virginity), smut, BDSM lifestyle, fluff, eventual discussions of non-con and resulting mental health problems, heavy angst,

My Review: Y’all this series is fucking incredible! It has everything we love about Sam! He is a sweet, polite, patient, caring, gentleman with a hit at his dominant side in the bedroom! It Is SO FUCKING GLORIOUS! I was literally a puddle the entire time! Something about Dom!Sam with the patience of a Saint and a gentleman to boot? Phew! You certainly had me Captivated!! I just wish I could read more! But I understand I mean C’mon people it takes 5 seconds to reblog gloriousness! You want more? Show the writer how much you love their work!!

21)Full Service by @thoughtslikeaminefield

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Summary: Sequel to Bottle Service. Carly has accepted Jared and Jensen’s offer to be theirs. Now what?

Pairing: Jensen x Jared x Carly

Warnings: Jensen x Jared, J2, Dom/sub, BDSM, Daddy Kink, Daddy Jensen, Dom Jared, Verse Jensen, Jensen Topping from the Bottom, Dominance, Bondage, dirty talk (especially Jensen), cum marking, fisting, cunnilingus, no condoms, bathing, anal sex, female ejaculation/squirting, aftercare, polyamory

My Review: words cannot describe the emotion I experienced. Nothing has made me feel the way I did while reading this. I don’t even know how to describe it, I am speechless. Sweet fucking Jesus Christ tap dancing on a crumbling cracker! You have ruined me! You paint a gorgeous fucking picture! This is incredible and I can’t wait for part 2!

22)You Saved Me by @impalaimagining

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Summary: see link

Pairing: Jared x Reader, past Evan (OC) x Reader, past Jared x Genevieve

Warnings: see link

My Review: I love this series! No disrespect to Jared and Gen I love their marriage. This is just a fun view of Jared navigating single dad life! Super sweet and fluffy, with a dash of angst and a pinch of smut!

23)Bittersweet Symphony by @ladywinchester1967

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Summary: None

Pairing: Dean x Kaylee(OFC)

Warnings: (part 1) Drinking, swearing, mentions of homelessness, talk of abortion, Winchesters being adorable.

My Review: I absolutely LOVED this 4 part series! It has a little bit of everything; smut, fluff, angst, FLUFF! I love getting to see this side of Dean and it melts me every time!

24)The Mud on Your Boots by @thoughtslikeaminefield

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Summary: It's been a while for Donna, and with a wedding and a recent purchase of sex toys, an unexpected visitor is more than welcome.

Pairing: Dean x Donna

Warnings: Vaginal fingering, dirty talk, fluff, consent is sexy, forehead kissing, period sex, fisting, blood as lube, shower sex, schmoop, fluff, face riding, drinking alcohol, drunk sex, chili stirring for @maddiepants cunnilingus, more dirty talk, tongue fucking, female ejaculation/squirting, Dean manhandling Donna

My Review: This series is glorious! I release a lot tomDonnas inner monologue in the beginning lol but Dean is just so sweet and gentle with her it makes me swoon!

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unproduciblesmackdown · 5 years

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merkleymrack replied to your post “kinda a funny shtick of mine that i’m aro and have such strong takes...”

(1)i agree with u 100%, i think love is hyped up so much, partially because people looove the narrative that love can save you in some way. whether that's saving you from evil, from your shitty environment, from mental illness, from sadness, or from yourself. and that is basically bullshit. "love" as a mystical force and chemical attraction between 2 people doesn't and can't do any of that. real relationships forged over time, based on trust and compromise and a fundamen-

2) tally optimistic outlook on life can help you deal with life, but that's not as snappy. and i think this ties in nicely with what you pointed out about love being perceived as isolating (in a positive way almost) by lots of people: it is because they are co-dependent and attracted to this toxic relationship because it feeds the narrative that "love" is all they need to be happy or to be saved. thats my hot take of the day

talk series criticizing Romahnce, every thursday at 6

for real though let me accuse capitalism some more for Not Great Ideas About Romantic Love b/c like!! that’s basically all you’re allowed to look for in terms of reliable companionship and Any kind of close relationship from your peers. b/c the Nuclear Family is the imposed social unit of choice b/c extended families don’t allow for enough isolation / cut-off support networks......you Outgrow the nuclear family you were born into, and then you’d better find your romantic partner asap to start the next generation nuclear family, because you’re not gonna get other support / community anywhere else, better enjoy having friends before everyone righteously pairs off and sees each other way less, because it’s Totally Fine to have all of your time -> energy -> identity -> existence consumed by just your roles as Parent and Spouse

not to mention like, whenever people of any relationship status are super overworked and like, especially with having unreliable / inconsistent schedules that don’t line up and needing to work a thousand hours a week to scrape by, people have less time to spend with each other and to foster those connections when they’re like always At Work or exhausted and recovering from work or, when they Do have some free time, it doesn’t like up with the free time of their friends’..........like hmm too bad there’s not One Person who is super devoted to Just You and can always make time and prioritize You, Alone.......

Life Under Capitalism is dehumanizing and alienates everyone from each other and doesn’t value life and commodifies anything that people might find adds Value To Their Life and like, our grievances and suffering is just Personal Problems that need to be fixed through our Personal Choices, b/c community is strangled off, isolation is pushed, and you need to Have Money or Die, and there’s the idea that the Way Things Are is flawed but ultimately okay and works out for good people............and it all brings it around to like, the idea that actually Finding Romance is *all* that life is about and is the one route to happiness. like, this concept is just casually trotted out in whatever media as blatantly as that, that “what’s even the point of being alive if you don’t find that Special Someone” and everyone just kinda goes “huh, yeah, that’s true...” like, it’s just Fine to accept that life is a hellscape and you’d want to die if it wasn’t for this one nice magical thing (your true love(tm))......like, maybe there’s a problem with that? we shouldn’t all just accept that life is unbearable but romance is the sole cure? and it’s not even really Anti-Capitalist when a holiday movie / any romcom is all like “this career person thinks that Love is for suckers and only making money is good, but then eventually their romantic interest shows them otherwise and they realize that said romance / a dash of Family is actually what Really matters” b/c it’s just like.......hey don’t be upset that you can’t actually Get Ahead under capitalism!! the people who are making more money than you are unhappy, i promise! it’s fine that you aren’t really succeeding Financially, b/c you have Love, so be happy with that and don’t think that there’s any systemic issue here.

anyways and like yeah of course it does probably seem to people like Romance is the only thing that can improve [insert any bad situation about their lives] because what even else is offered to people, seemingly, right......it’s like, first of all i hope you have a good relationship with your Nuclear Family, b/c they’re the only ones who will be Unconditionally There For You......but even if you do, it’s not like those people can be Everything in your life........and re: friends it’s like, well, i hope you’ve made super lasting friendships in high school and/or college, cuz after you enter The Working World good luck making new friendships!!! even if you do you’ll drift apart b/c nobody has time to nurture the relationship!!!! meanwhile of course everyone should be looking for romance, and hey, that will transform your life and enable you to endure all the other miserable everyday shit you go through, b/c the one person who matters cares about you. and they’d better b/c that’s the only really strong mutually supportive “unconditional” relationship you’re guaranteed! clearly!!!

like of course positive relationships of any kind tend to Improve Someone’s Life......of course isolation makes everything worse for anyone......it’s not like a good romantic relationship SHOULDN’T improve stuff for people, but like, no way should it be the case that romance is the ONE THING available and it better fix fuckin Everything or else you’re on your own when it comes to dealing with those problems that Aren’t improved and if you can’t deal with it on your own you’re fucked, cuz it’s romance or nothing!!!! it would be totally convenient to like, be deeply in love asap and have that make everything amazing and hopefully it’s ur life partner so that you don’t have to worry about Struggling On Your Own like..........a romantic relationship is really all that looks to be on the table according to the Life Narrative that’s pushed really hard. and defining that romance as “this person will always be there for you for Anything and you’ll always be there for them and you’ll always be happy as long as you’re With Each Other” is really Something when life under capitalism guarantees no happiness nor for anyone to be there for you or care about you or help you otherwise

like yeah Friends are nice but they’re kind of sold as the nice optional bonus, or like, they’re there for you but you don’t have to be there for them, low maintenance ideally, and if they drift away when you don’t spend time on them or support them then that’s fine as long as you’ve got that romantic partner b/c that’s how romance is so often defined, as being More than any other relationship, like, hey i don’t Need anything else, i don’t Need anyone else, it’s fine if i only have you, for some reason we gotta view relationships as Tiered and know which one’s you’d consider disposable if you put them all through a winner-take-all tournament bracket.......brilliant approach which is totally fine if the agenda is “give people One Good Relationship with One person which must fulfill their existence and fix everything lacking” like ok

i mean there it alll comes back around to going “augh jesus christ” at Isolation packaged as romance where it’s like “[as long as Romance] it’s fine if i die, it’s fine if i don’t have anyone or anything else, it’s fine if we never engage with the world or talk to anyone else again”.......like fuck!!!! this is horrible!!!!!! god!!!!!! Isolation is Bad gang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and abuse overlaps sooooo hard with isolation, and you’ve got that deliberately isolating tactic that abusive partners pull that like, you can’t spend time with family and friends, it’s me vs. them, and you should always be prioritizing More Time With Me and be perfectly happy with *Only* our relationship or you don’t *really* love me..........but then this same sort of Concept will be just be touted as Ideal Romance as long as both people are cool with it lol!!! like, i don’t even Want to be around or think about anyone else, this one person is my whole Life And World, other loved ones who????? it’s Just Us now and hopefully forever, #sweet

like it’s pretty Effed Up that people have to feel like there’s only one way to expect someone to ever be at all devoted to them or really care about / understand / support them and that’s through having a Current Great Romantic Relationship, which must and should be *everything*..........like, everything i think abt “this idea about romance seems awful” is about like........romance shouldn’t be this way for even people who currently have that kind of relationship, and it should Always Be Fine to be single, even if you want / hope for a romantic relationship.........i’m keenly aware that snagging a Romantic Relationship seems like the only way to have someone committed to being On Your Side and paying attention to your existence every day. but really of course that shouldn’t be the case......and when a romance IS had, why is it worse to have a grounded view of it like, when people compare it moreso to friendships rather than to being some kind of magical bond which effortlessly yields Everything You Need In Life, so now you don’t have to care about anything or anybody else

sounds mean or Cold or whatever to be like well the way i see it is that “romance is unnecessary” but i mean, first off it is, you don’t Need it and some people don’t want it. but imo it’s not Bad to see it as just like, a sick bonus, a really awesome thing if you want it and it happens, but like, of course life isn’t Worthless or Ruined if someone who Wants a partner is single / becomes single. like, ideally Being Single regardless of whether you want that to be permanent or not should actually be enough on its own for anyone to be happy!! nobody should Need to have a partner to be happy / feel like their life is okay the way it is. like, is it not actually more ~romantic~ or whatever to feel like okay, i would be fine and happy with being single, but i would rather be with this other person because i Want to be, but i don’t Need this relationship to be okay. vs. the whole like i *need* this relationship type “that’s the puppetmaster who cursed my dick” approach where it’s like, god believe me this isn’t my idea but i MUST be with you, i’m miserable without you so i basically have no choice, this is like, the universe holding me at gunpoint. why not have choosing to be with someone just like “yeah i prefer this to Not being with you and i think it improves my life overall” without anyone having to feel like it’s their only option for happiness

anyways i really can’t imagine the concept of like, a Romance just absolutely cutting down all these other aspects of your life b/c you don’t care about / Need that shit anymore being an at-all pleasant or appealing concept versus like, it just being its own positive relationship that enhances everything and Doesn’t become your sole source for so much shit like validation and commitment and intimacy and support / help and companionship and etc etc etc etc etc etc

i’m sure this isn’t the only tangent i forgot to throw in somewhere else but everyone knows my “'teen angst’ is largely comprised of anticapitalist sentiment in the face of the hellscape and cognitive dissonance of adult life under capitalism and YA media deals with this and the struggle to find genuine connection and value in everyday existence" takes, well, it’s kinda wild how it’s basically a requirement for any YA work to have a thread of Romance running central to the whole thing. not like that doesn’t happen in other Genres, and not like some works don’t lean into that way harder than others, and not like every main char Ends Up with the/a love interest at the end, but it’s like, jeez. imo supports my idea that romance is Supposed to be *the* panacea for the ailments of capitalism

#merkleymrack #isolation = bad #Romantic Subplots keep trying to make it into evidence that the relationship is Real and Good Actually & im like. you frcking Disgust Me #don't even come at me with any strict delineation between friendship and whatever-romance-is-to-whoever-wants-to-define-it #even some cishets are out here with the innovation of like whoa what if we liked our partners?? what if we were friends with them?? wow lol

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forkanna · 5 years

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NOTE: Oh WOW, what a huge response to chapter one! We're so glad you all are happy the story is back and that you like what we've dropped so far. This chapter might answer a lot of the questions some of you have had up until now.

CHAPTER TWO

What did her mother just say? Swallowing hard, Anna tried to back up more but only ended up almost sitting in the quiche. "I d-don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on, Anna. I thought I taught you better than to lie to your parents. Especially about something this important." Her lips were smiling, but there was very real anxiety in her eyes. Both pale, smooth hands were wringing over each other, even if the rest of her looked more or less calm.

"I… what am I lying about?" she hedged. "You tell me."

A long sigh later, Elsa approached the table and pulled out one of the chairs and sat. "Thing is, even after all this time, I'm not quite sure that I'm not certifiably insane. But assuming I'm in my right mind… I know that I somehow met the you of today thirty years ago."

That was enough. Anna collapsed to the floor again, managing to catch the edge of one chair so that she didn't go down too hard. Elsa didn't bother to help her up this time; she merely waited, hands folded patiently on the tabletop. This was not a conversation Anna wanted to have. Just last night, her mother's lips had been places that no one else's had ever been.

But now she had another problem. Now that she was more awake, a war waged inside Anna's head: scenes from the past that she knew, had grown up experiencing… and this current world that was, somehow, true. The memories of Elsa smelling of vodka and two-day-old sweat as she lay on the couch, kids fighting about some stupid thing, played in tandem with the newly-minted scenes of Elsa laughing and smiling as they went out – the whole family – on a holiday. The same day, the same year. Only now Elsa wasn't plagued by depression and insecurity and alcoholism. Her father wasn't forced to slave away in a dull desk job while Hans had the entire weekend off. Her sister wasn't picked on and her brother wasn't dismissive; all around, there seemed to be a lot less McFly family depression.

What could Anna even say to that? 'Yes, Mom. Thirty years ago, on the night of your prom, you ate out your own kid and she knew and she liked it.' There was no way she could ever say such a thing to her own mother… even if she looked more like a TV MILF than the woman who had raised her.

She was still cringing at the word "MILF" having run through her head when said MILF said in a firm tone, "Anna Victoria McFly, you will tell me everything. Now."

Never in her life had Elsa spoken to Anna like that. Well. Never in her former life. She'd always been too drunk or hungover to dole out punishment, or else she had been snapping in a fit of rage. This was a stern mother who was a hundred per cent sure this conversation needed to happen and was waiting for it to progress. Eyes wet – but not from sadness, she couldn't have been able to explain these tears if she'd tried – Anna picked something else to focus on. Something she could manage for now.

"That's not my name."

Elsa snorted. "Of course it is. I named you."

"N-no, you're wrong. My name is Anna Lorraine McFly and whatever you think you're talking about, you're wrong about this."

"Anna Lorraine? We did consider that…" But Elsa was too distracted by other things to focus too deeply on that. "Alright. You really do want to do this the hard way. Very well; I can understand why."

Then she rose from the table, and Anna tried to scramble backwards. "Wh-what are you gonna do?!"

"Do? I'm going to get something from my room." The woman was utterly puzzled by that reaction. Anna had been expecting her to kick at her, or throw something. She would never actually attack her directly or with intent to cause real harm, but that didn't mean she had never lashed out with pure anger before. But this Elsa seemed to think Anna was overreacting for no reason… and maybe she was.

"I… um… what are you going to get?" But she didn't answer, instead merely walking down the hallway. "Mom?"

By the time she returned, Anna had dragged herself up to sit in one of the chairs. Her mother was carrying an old shoebox. As Anna looked on, puzzled, she knelt in front of the chair and began to take off Anna's sneakers.

"What the f-"

"If I put this on," she whispered as she tugged off the underlying sock, "and it doesn't fit… we'll never speak of this again. I promise." Then she lifted out…

A neon pink high heel.

Shit. Anna recognised it. Of course she did; she'd worn it – and its twin – the night previous. She knew she had lost them, but never thought that Elsa would find and keep them over years and years.

Immediately, Anna jerked her foot away. "Eww, I don't wanna wear a crusty… fashion fail from your childhood," she said. She was trying to sound simply dismissive, but there was real fear and desperation in her eyes. No. She couldn't- she hadn't been able to control herself with the younger version of her mother, and it had probably changed her in ways she could never know. But if she verified what her mother was thinking… well, it would probably destroy her. Months of therapy before she would even be able to begin explaining herself. How could she do that to her?

"It's just a shoe, Anna," Elsa said pragmatically. "What's so bad about trying it on?" Of course, there was nothing bad about it. But that shoe…

"Stop, please…" Anna said, voice much higher than she had intended.

Elsa looked up at her, eyes pleading. From that position, Anna had a very strong recollection of her being at her feet for a very different reason. Jumping up, she very narrowly missed kneeing her mother in the eye.

"Anna-"

"Stop!" Anna cried. The tears were back, and this time, they probably weren't going to go away. "You don't… you don't want this. You don't want to know…"

She heard the shoe drop, and Elsa exhale through her nose. She didn't speak for a second, but when she did, Anna just wanted to collapse again. Sob her heart out because Jesus Christ it was thirty years ago for her mom, and not even twenty-four hours for her.

"You've worn this shoe before," Elsa told her softly. "And this is the first time you've ever reacted like that. I don't need you to put it on… I just wanted…" Anna sobbed, a horrid, choked noise. She couldn't look at Elsa. "I was just trying to make a point," that soft, gentle, calming voice went on as Anna shook and wanted to escape, to do anything other than to be here, forced to confront the consequences of her actions.

"Well, you made it! You remember having some horrible shoes, so… so what? What do you want from me now?"

The room was quiet, save for Anna's ragged breathing, for a few moments. Elsa put the shoe back into the box with its mate and set it on the table. Then she stood and moved to stand next to Anna.

"So… I don't know how this worked for you," she whispered softly. "Kristoff and I have talked about it many times, and… tried to figure out how this happened. What even to call what happened! Of course, he spins theory after theory; astral projection, time travel. They all sound crazy."

At 'time travel', Anna's eye had twitched, but she tried not to otherwise let on. "Still don't know what you're talking about."

"Alright. Let's say you don't; that I'm making everything up. I definitely sound like the crazy one now. So I'll just say one thing and then go to my meeting. Take it or leave it." Taking a deep breath, she went on, "I love you, Anna."

"What?" Her hand clutched for something to hold onto, heart leaping into her throat. All she found was the back of the chair.

"You… seem surprised. Haven't I told you I love you before? You're my daughter, Anna. I'm always going to love you."

"No," she breathed, the kind words ripping her to shreds.

Maybe Elsa realised that she'd gone too far; just pushed Anna over the edge. She stopped speaking, instead moving around to stand in front of her daughter. Anna couldn't see much through the tears, but she still tried to turn away. Never had she felt so bare.

"Anna… please look at me," Elsa said. Her voice was so soft. Still, Anna didn't want to. She wanted to run and hide… but she was powerless. She stopped squirming, letting Elsa – her mother – wipe away her tears. The sight of Elsa crying was not as surprising as Anna thought it would be.

"I love you," Elsa said again, and this time, Anna only flinched a little – the sniffle didn't help. "I love you in whatever way you choose to interpret it."

Wha-?

"I think there was a reason I was drawn to you as a teenager," Elsa went on with a slight smile. "It seemed only natural that I would name my second daughter after the woman who taught me to love." Then, her face drew together, and eyes darkening. "But then you grew up, and when you were about thirteen, I realised you didn't just look like the first girl I-"

She cut herself off. Anna was curious – what was she going to say? Then her mind ran through the possibilities, and she decided it was better that Elsa hadn't finished her thought.

"You were her. You were becoming her, right in front of my eyes. Again, a lot of 'Outer Limits' scenarios came to mind, that you were… both possessed by the same spirit, clones… but it was you, Tori."

"No," Anna whispered, pushing a shaking hand into her mouth. "Don't call me that. Please!"

"The ways you moved, talked, ate. Kristoff mentioned that you ordered something called a 'Monster' at Lou's Café – which didn't matter back then, other than to sound funny. Not until recently, when he noticed you slam down cans of that disgusting concoction like they're going out of style, did he think anything of it. So many little details that just didn't add up about Tori, until we saw that our little girl was turning into her."

Anna's voice broke as she wiped at her own eyes now. "Mom, you have to stop this. It's… I d-don't know, I'm not ready! And I can't think…"

"You're probably wearing the purple underwear right now, aren't you? The Victoria's Secret underwear? I know what that means now, of course; back then, I had never seen anything from there because we didn't have them in Dell Valley. I thought it was some kind of private family joke." A dark chuckle. "And now, I suppose it is, in a way."

"Shut up! God, stop making it harder to… to just…"

Elsa's smile disappeared. This would be the point at which her old mother would have shouted, but instead, this Elsa only said in somewhat a sharper tone, "To just lie about it? To cover this up and pretend it never happened? That's what I've been doing for thirty years. Even harder the past few. How did you think I would handle the first girl I kissed vanishing, then popping up as a member of my family a couple of decades later?"

She was right. Unequivocally, painfully right about everything. And that was when it struck Anna with the force of a freight train: it was her fault. All of it was her own damn fault.

"Oh god…" she whispered, on the verge of collapsing. What kind of person did that to their family? Who knowingly did what she did with her mother?

She wanted to vomit. She wanted to cry and sob and scream. She wanted to go back in time and change it all again. Doc had to be able to fix this. He had to. It was in his name, for Chrissakes – Doctor Pabbie, right? There had to be something they could…

But she couldn't do any of that. Instead, all she could do was mumble out a wet, "I'm sorry…"

She no longer expected Elsa to yell. She was expecting a grounding. A time out at the very least, with no dessert for the rest of her miserable existence while they all tried to cope with exactly how royally she'd fucked everyone up. She expected Elsa to walk away. Maybe even kick her out of the house; out of the family, forever.

She did not expect to be pulled into a hug, soft shushes whispered into her ear. It only made her want to cry harder, and to her surprise, Elsa encouraged it.

"It's okay, sweetheart," she said. "Let it go."

So Anna, lifting her hands to wrap around her mother, clinging tighter than she could ever remember, just wept. It took a few minutes. In fact, at one point Anna got up to run away, but realised she had nowhere to go, so she only threw herself onto the couch. After a few minutes, she felt Elsa sit down next to her, curling her arm around her shoulders to give more comfort that she couldn't handle.

"I'm sorry!" she cried out in anguish into the throw pillow. "Mom! I'm so sorry, I- I d-didn't- I don't know, I don't know!"

"Shhhh," Elsa soothed her, petting up and down her back. "I know. I could see it in your eyes back then; I just didn't know what I was looking at."

"What?" she prompted through a sob. When Elsa didn't respond, she prompted, "W-what did you see?"

"I saw a very scared girl who didn't know what to do with her new feelings. At the time, I thought it was the same as my feelings; that this was new, and we were both women. All that. But once I realised you were Tori, it all fell into place."

They were going to have to talk about it, apparently. And now, Anna knew that feigning ignorance would get them nowhere. "I didn't mean for it to happen… I didn't! I don't know why…"

"Well. As slim as resources were in 1985, in this modern age we have more open to us." Pulling out her phone, it took her only a minute or so to pull up an article; evidently, she'd had it saved for a while. Then she handed it over.

"'Genetic Sexual Attraction'?" she read out. "What is this…?"

"Just read."

The entire article was fairly short, and reasonably self-explanatory. When she finished, Anna gave a watery snort. "You can't believe everything you read on the 'Net, Mom," she said. "This sounds like… I dunno, crazy sauce."

"It's true," Elsa said. "Humans are more likely to be attracted to people similar to them – similar skin colour, or facial structure. Eye colour. Even things like education. And, statistically speaking, who are we most similar to?"

"…Family."

This was so wrong, though. Couldn't her mother see that? Anna turned to her, mouth opening to say something, anything, when Elsa preempted her.

"When I first met you, I felt this gravitational pull. Like with no one I ever had. And I probably came off very strong and obsessed, but back then I was questioning myself, during a time where it was strongly discouraged. I was scared. And then you literally tripped into my life, and there was, for me, an immediate… attraction."

How could she be so calm about this? But as Anna stared up at her mother, she couldn't see her mother. She saw Elsa. Dorky, fun… scared of herself Elsa. Terrified, just like she had been that first night, of doing the wrong thing, or saying the wrong thing.

A familiar sense of shame welled up in Anna when she realised… she still wanted to kiss her. Today was evidently a crying day, at any rate. In a thin voice, she finally said, "I… felt it too…"

"Obviously," Elsa said with a soft, uncertain laugh. "Or else what happened in the car would never have happened. I'm… not saying that was right, but considering I didn't know who you were, and I was probably very different at that time… of course I couldn't help myself."

Her lip trembled. "B-but Mom… I don't want to…" Her throat closed up, and she gripped her elbows so tightly she was leaving marks.

"Do that with your father, or your sister and brother? I know. Neither do I; and I don't want to with you, either."

At that, Anna's head finally shot up and she looked at her properly again. She looked a little sad, but firm in her resolve. "You… don't?"

"No. You're a very beautiful woman, Anna, and I'll never forget that night, but… you are my daughter. I have to take care of you – and not in that way."

Was that a joke? It was; Elsa was making a joke about them hooking up. Anna let out a blast of highly inappropriate laughter, which prompted her mother to pet over her cheek, smiling. Then Anna stared down at the floor, scraping together a few thoughts.

"You… m-must be wondering how I could… why I would ever let you…"

That made her drop her hand. It was just too uncomfortable to talk about while they were touching. "I have. But I decided a long time ago, after a lot of emotional ups and downs, that whatever reason you had… you either had no choice, or you felt it was right at the time. Because I felt you in that moment."

Anna's mind flashed back to the moment in question. Never in her life had she experienced a climax like that. And somehow, Elsa could keep talking about it as if it was 'old news'… because it was. Thirty years ago.

"Mom, I really am sorry," she blubbered, but she forced herself to get the words out. "You came on so strong, and at first I was disgusted, b-but the more time went on, the less disgusted I felt and the more just… I dunno, grateful? B-because you were finally looking at me, finally giving me the love I wish you had before, even if it was in a fucked-up way!"

"Language," she murmured, but it was a lot less hostile than her old mother would have admonished her. Speaking of which: "What do you mean, 'finally'? Haven't I raised you with love since you were a baby? Even a few years ago when I realised who you were, I still kissed your forehead goodnight, still cheered you on. The minute I saw me pulling away was hurting you, I knew I had to… to grin and bear it. And it got easier the more I did it, to just love my daughter and… put the past in a box on a shelf."

Anna's heart twisted in agony and she was about to protest, to demand why Elsa had the gall to call what little love she gave her enough. However, she forced herself to calm down and really look at her mother. She had to remind herself that this Elsa was vastly different from the woman she had been forced to live with her whole life. Anna took a deep breath and could catch hints of the familiar perfume that her mother never wore anymore. She could see the love shining clear as day in Elsa's glacial pools, eyes that were bright and full of life, rather than tired and glazed over with a mix of drunkenness and depression.

She felt a furious jealousy rise towards the Anna of this reality. Of fucking course, the Elsa she had fallen so hard for would end up being the mother Anna had always desperately wished for.

But… she was the Anna of this reality, too. In her mind she could see both her mom – drunk, depressed, unhappy woman that she was – and the real Elsa. One always laughing and smiling; radiating light. This Elsa had no idea the kind of person she could have become – she did become, previously. She had no idea how meeting Anna had changed her, for the better.

And suddenly, Anna didn't feel nearly as bad. She gazed at her mother, eyes clear for the first time since they'd been alone. Yes, this was all her fault, and yes, she did fuck up, tremendously. But there was no denying it: her family, her life, was better for her having travelled into the past. Kristoff was stronger, Elsa was happier, her siblings were flourishing. And, if what they'd said earlier about going up to the lake held any weight, then Anna's own love life seemed to have been significantly more successful.

"You- when I was growing up, you liked to drink. A lot. And eventually you didn't do much of anything else. Dad was a loser- no he was," she added when it looked like Elsa was going to interrupt. "You didn't like Jennifer. It sounded like you hated her, and it felt like you hated me. The last time we hugged, I was prepubescent."

Of course Elsa couldn't understand. In her mind, the very idea of being that person was ridiculous to her. But she further proved she was not the woman Anna had grown up alternately lamenting and despising with her next reaction.

"I'm not sure what you mean. When did we ever behave that way? And we- I've always liked Jennifer. She's a sweet girl, even if I did notice… well, the reason you started dating her."

"The reason?" Anna mumbled distantly.

"Her hair. When you first met, she had that long blond braid…" Elsa hefted her own, which was hanging down her shoulder and resting on her chest. "Well, knowing who you would later become, I wondered if you had a 'type' without realising it."

That sent a weird thrill through Anna's stomach. No. She couldn't believe that; she wouldn't. But then she had another thought that she desperately snatched at. "W-well, what if the reason I liked you back in the 80s was because of Punzie's braid? Did you ever think of that?"

"No, I hadn't," she laughed softly. The smile was real, the amusement was real. Even if she was a little sad and anxious, her mother was actually enjoying talking to her. "But I guess that's likely, too. At least you're admitting you liked me."

"Of course I did! You were so cute, and hot, and s-sweet, and… and you were all over me, but not in a gross way, just… just because you seemed to think I was cool! Or 'rad' or whatever! And I'd never had anyone like me that much, not even Punzie, even if she really digs me she never…" But her voice faded when she realised she was babbling. Again.

And Elsa was still just smiling at her. It was soft and open, and even though it had been less than a day, Anna felt her craving the woman she'd left behind in 1985. She wanted her smile and her scent and her touch.

Her… lips.

Fuck.

The whole past week, Anna's concern had been to get her parents together while fending off Elsa's advances. She'd failed the second one, but she had thought – had hoped – that she'd come off relatively unscathed. That even though Elsa loved her, was in love with her, it was okay because she didn't know what they were to each other.

But now Anna had to confront the fact that she'd gone ahead and fallen in love.

"Fuck me," she breathed, running a hand over her bun. "Why this?"

"Careful; the last time you said those words, we ended up in a very unfortunate situation," Elsa murmured with a slight smirk.

"No, I- Mom, I didn't…" Her cheeks heated up as she was forced to think about it again. "You were all over me, and I couldn't pretend it didn't feel good… I wasn't trying to m-make that happen! I swear!"

"Of course I know that, Anna. Don't you think I figured that out? All your nervousness and the tears, they made total sense once I knew who you were. And… I had to take some time and deconstruct how I felt, of course. But that's all in my past. So I'm not going to begrudge you the time, the chance to do the same."

That was a lot more of a relief than Anna could say. For some reason, she felt this pressure to immediately figure out what her feelings were and how to fix them, but having her mother give her the gift of time was the best thing she could have done.

"I, um… okay." Trying for a smile, knowing it probably looked ugly and weird, she went on, "I'll work on it, Mom. Everything's just so fucked up now."

"Well, I know I didn't do anything wrong," Elsa needled her slightly. But the instant Anna looked down, she reached up to pet over her hair soothingly. "And you probably should have tried to resist a little harder, but I understand; this was… not a situation you could ever have expected, or have been prepared to deal with. So if you need forgiveness, you've got it. I'm not going to blame you for a situation so… so completely outside the norm."

Honestly, those were just the words that Anna needed to hear. She hadn't truly feared getting into trouble; no, perhaps underneath it all, Anna feared losing her mother again. It was obvious this Elsa and the one from a week ago were not the same person. The thought that perhaps she would end up driving Elsa to begin drinking again was not unfounded, though she was still glad for verbal confirmation.

Swallowing, Anna opened her arms; Elsa came forward to meet her, and it resulted in the tightest, warmest hug she could ever remember having.

This was nice. It was good. Safe, even, because some part of Anna realised that she was also scared that she had lost this, without ever having a chance to get to know the happy person her mother grew up to be. She had been afraid that her mother would reject her, knowing what they had been for a fleeting moment outside the school dance.

Sheer relief flooded her system. She hadn't fucked up enormously. She'd made a mistake, sure, but they could get through it! Together! Burrowing her head in, she simply breathed, appreciating the nearness. Eyes shut, and nose full of the pleasant smell of Elsa, Anna lost herself.

"Anna," Elsa chuckled very softly at the nuzzling. Was she still wearing Baby Soft? No… this was a much higher dollar perfume, but it couldn't mask the natural scent she adored. In fact, it complemented it rather well.

"I love you," she finally whispered, clutching at her back desperately. She pulled back and kissed her cheek, and Elsa smiled. Another kiss…

Once their lips grazed each other, Elsa's hand came up a lot faster than Anna thought it possibly could. She flinched from the quickness of the action, but then stilled when she realised she had only slid all four of her fingers between their mouths.

"No, Anna."

"What?" What she had been doing caught up to her, and she pulled away, swallowing hard. "O-oh, I- wait, that wasn't-"

"No." Elsa looked both sad and a little unsettled, but in control of her actions. Barely fazed. "Believe me, I know how easy it would be. But we can't."

Shaking her head quickly, she rushed to tell her, "I wasn't trying to, I p-promise! But it felt so good to finally… and I guess I wasn't thinking, Mom, I don't…"

She felt the tears forming in her eyes, and Elsa hugged her again. How could she be so different? Her old mother would have slapped her across the face for trying that, and shouted at her for an hour. Which, to be fair, was a very understandable reaction to your child trying to initiate any kind of romantic contact. How could she have turned out so wonderful because of such a terrible mistake?

So of course, she began crying again, despite the forgiveness. There was nothing else she could do. No words to explain herself. No words to justify her unwanted advance.

How had Elsa dealt with this? After finally realising who her Tori had been, how had she come to terms? How had she reconciled her feelings, pushed them away or destroyed them? Anna couldn't. Maybe after thirty years she'd be able to put them to rest, but… she also didn't want to. Like when she was angry and she just wanted to be mad, or when she was sad and she just wanted to cry. She didn't want to 'solve' her emotions. Put them on the backburner or pretend they didn't exist. In this moment she wanted them to fill her up because it just felt so good.

Why was she so weak? It wasn't fair to Elsa. In some back corner of her mind, she realised it wasn't fair to Punz, either. And that same corner cried out, saying, "But you do love Jennifer, too!" and while that wasn't wrong, it also didn't show the full picture.

With Elsa, here and now, there was a need. Not for sex, and not for kissing; not exactly. Perhaps it was a side-effect of her formerly-loveless home life, but welling up in Anna was a deep-seated need for intimacy. Emotional, physical… and perhaps sexual. And the thought didn't disgust her as much as she had expected – as much as she had hoped it would, because who actually wanted that with their mother? The thought was less off-putting than it had been in 1985, and that could only come down to the fact that Elsa now knew everything.

Or she had a thing for older women. Which… also wasn't out of the realm of possibilities. She had admitted that her celebrity pass was totally Aimee Mann, despite the hours of mockery she's copped from her friends afterwards.

Suddenly, Elsa's words rang through her mind again, this time with a very different meaning than perhaps she had intended. Wiping at her eyes, Anna looked up. "Wait, you… know how easy it would be?" she asked softly.

"Yes. Don't you think I thought about it, once I realised who you were? Never acted on it – because you're my child. And you are a child; maybe you're almost an adult now, but it would have been even more sick and horrible before this past year." Reaching up, she grasped both sides of Anna's neck. "You're a teenager! You deserved to… live your life! Be free, find happiness of your own! Not worry about your mother's weird hangup that might have only been her imagination!"

"But… you knew it wasn't. You said, you and Dad… you figured out I was Tori." But she understood what her mother meant, even if it was hard to wrap her mind around all the concepts right away.

"We did. And it didn't change how I felt about you. You're still my daughter, and I want you to stay my daughter."

"And I want to stay that, too!" Anna burst out with a sob. "But I also want more! A-and it's not that I'm planning to get it, or that I ever decided it, I just… feelings I can't…"

When Anna didn't finish her thought, Elsa prompted her gently, "Go on. You never have to be afraid of what you could say to me."

If that was true, she was about to test those limits. "I loved being held by you, Elsa. And kissing you. And… and everything," she whispered, chickening out at the last second and being unable to directly mention her mother devouring her in the car. "I want that, too, even though it's w-with you in the past, I… I would-"

"We can't," she said again firmly. "I don't want to do that with any seventeen-year-old at all, especially not one that came out of my womb. That was a different time, and we could be different people to each other then. But now, we have to put the boundaries back up, alright?"

It took Anna a few seconds to absorb the weight of that. "Y-you're right," she whispered. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry… I just like, my body and my brain are fighting each other, and it's so stupid. I'm so stupid!"

"It's not stupid," Elsa said firmly. "And I don't want to hear you call yourself that. But we both need to start accepting that what we had back then… it's impossible. Life isn't fair and we don't always get what we want. And this is one of those situations that, no matter what, we would never be able to make it work.

"It took me a very long time to come to terms with what we did – what I did, even if it was unknowingly. I don't…" she trailed off for a moment. "I don't expect miracles overnight, Anna. That would be cruel and unfair. But I do expect you to try to leave the past in the past. I know how you feel about that Punz girl; chase her instead. Don't spend your life like me, always looking behind at what was, and what could have been."

Anna didn't say anything for a moment. She looked away, too many thoughts running through her head. Nothing concrete – a snippet of an idea, a thousand of them. Her face was sticky and probably still red, and she still couldn't help the way she leaned into the touch when one of Elsa's hands came to hold her cheek.

"There's my girl," Elsa said softly. Anna hoped she didn't realise how painful that simple line was. As she got up, Anna finally found her voice.

"What- what if I don't want Punz?" she asked. Lie. It was a lie, she did love Jennifer. But she refused to let her mother brush their own connection under the rug. Perhaps it was her youthful ideology, but she knew that if she didn't fight now, she'd never ever have a chance. And that was all she wanted; to really get to explore this instead of letting her mom shut it down, be the only one who chose. "What if we could…?"

"Anna!" Elsa burst out in exasperation. Not anger, or disappointment; just vague frustration at their situation. "You have a full life ahead of you, and 'Punz' is your own age – and much hotter than me, to be honest. I think you two could be very happy together, and so did you before today."

Stubborn to the last, Anna folded her arms over her chest and turned away from her. "She's not hotter than you. And I don't just mean you back in the 80s; like, sure that Elsa was really hot, too, but… you're a total MILF, okay?"

"I find myself really hoping you don't know what that stands for."

"I mean, you tell me a better time to use it than when it's actually my mom," she snorted. Elsa laughed, even if she was still less than comfortable. "Point is, I wouldn't mind either one of you sitting on my face. It's not a competition."

That finally did ruffle Elsa a little more than she had been up until that point. Sputtering for a second or two, she finally facepalmed. "God… you really need to stop with that. I said you can tell me anything, but flirting – and very effectively flirting – wasn't what I meant."

"Okay, okay," Anna mumbled. This version of Elsa was too kind and loving to be any more of a brat than she already was being, so she slumped back against the couch. "I know. I know, it's… this is all really weird. Especially since I'm probably acting way different than you remember me being yesterday, too."

At that, Elsa looked vaguely embarrassed. She didn't say anything until Anna prompted her with a nudge. "Well… not exactly…" she said. What? "You… yesterday, you didn't have any idea what had happened because, for you, it hadn't happened. Yet. But that… doesn't mean you were acting differently."

Anna just looked at her, mouth agape. When Elsa didn't seem to want to say anything more, she was forced to find her voice. "You- you mean…?"

"You were always a mommy's girl," Elsa said. She sounded less embarrassed and more… horrified.

"Holy shit," Anna murmured, not really talking to Elsa.

"Well, don't panic," she tried to reassure her, though she sounded a lot less comfortable about the topic now. "You never made any overt… advances; that's not what I'm trying to say. But I noticed little things. For instance, you were always offering to aloe me up when I had a sunburn, or give massages. Asking me to tell you that you're my 'favourite'. Innocent enough things on their own."

Nodding slowly, she said, "On their own. But… yeah, I guess if you're already worried about me having a thing for you… because I'm technically your first girlfriend from thirty years ago…"

"Nothing ever happened. I had a few stray feelings stirred up, but it didn't get out of hand, and I certainly never took advantage. I was very careful to never encourage you, and tried not to discourage you too harshly." This sounded a little rehearsed, as if she had to reassure herself about that aspect relatively often. "But yes, I did have to wonder a few times."

Swallowing hard, she toyed with the hem of her plaid shirt as she thought that over. "Um… I'm sorry, Mom. I'm not really the same Anna as her, completely, b-but I guess… I don't know, it's still bad, and I still feel like I should apologise."

"Don't," Elsa whispered, gripping her forearm. "It was sweet, and highly flattering. I loved that you wanted to be so close. I just couldn't let us get too close, that's all."

"I'm glad you and Dad are happy," Anna forced herself to say, trying to do what was right. To put those feelings aside and figure out what her life was like now. "A-and that, um, you seem to be doing okay."

Shrugging, Elsa went on, "We are happy. He's successful, and I'm independent, and out, and… well, your brother and sister are fine. I'd gladly take a weird lingering memory of my daughter from the past if it means I get to have this life instead of… well, that other one you mentioned. Which I can't even imagine," she added with a weak laugh, eyes wide and staring off into the corner.

"Yeah, you're way better off," Anna agreed readily. Then her brow furrowed. "Wait… did you just say that you're 'out'?"

Finally, Elsa gave her first honest smile of the day. She was proud of herself. "I am. Have been since high school – or, well, fairly soon afterward. After everything that happened that night – really, that whole week – I didn't want to hide anymore." She looked away, bashfully. "And Kristoff was great. He was my rock."

So that was how this life had been so successful. Mutual love and respect – something that had been sorely missing from the alternate life they'd led. And internal love and respect. Elsa didn't hate herself; didn't fight against her feelings with every fibre of her being. She had accepted herself, and that seemed to have made all the difference.

"Really? So like… are you and him… um…" Anna let out a little nervous laugh. "I don't want to say the wrong thing. But are you still my mom and dad?"

"Of course, honey," she told her honestly, pulling her close and wrapping her arms around her tightly. "But… well, the romantic component to our life faded years ago. Now we're more like business partners in the company that is this family; committed to supporting each other, and we're good friends. And that's about where things are now."

Sadness settled into her chest. But it wasn't too biting, given what she knew about her original reality. "Oh. Well… I guess that's good, since you two were kind of the same before. Except you hated each other."

A little crease formed between Elsa's eyebrows. "Why? If you don't mind me asking. Since I don't believe I will ever meet that version of myself."

"The drinking. Plus, you remember how Dad was birdwatching in front of the house when I saved him?" Elsa nodded; that at least put to rest how much she remembered from the past. Anna was working through things mentally even as she was speaking, but as the words came out of her mouth she could feel they made the most sense. "Well, he was supposed to get hit with the car. Then you would pity him and take care of him, and you went to the dance together. So… he didn't really get that big boost of confidence from taking down Hans, and… I mean, it looks like it was super effective in this reality."

But that raised another question: what happened in the other reality? Had Hans…? The thought made Anna sick. That version of Elsa had never spoken about herself like that – it had always been "in my day, I did this," or "when I was a child, I would have never!" But if Kristoff never stopped him…

Perhaps it was lucky, then, that their peace was broken by the sound of the doorbell. Anna whined when Elsa stood up – she couldn't help herself – but it only earned an exasperated smile. She didn't bother to see who was at the door. Instead she took advantage of her solitude to look around the living room. It was going to take some time, getting used to this. Getting used to the dual memories, too. At least she could trust that she had a mother to help her, now, instead of hinder.

"Anna?"

"What?" she whined, slouching as she dutifully got to her feet. It took half a second for her back to straighten, and she rubbed at her face to remove the last traces of her tears. "Punz!"

TO BE CONTINUED…

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