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balillee · 3 years

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my unpopular dsmp opinions, some of which genuinely should be popular

c!dream has crossed the moral event horizon and is irredeemable. once you cross that threshold, you're no longer a 'morally grey' character.

pre-recorded, heavily produced lore killed the lore. it was cool, sure, but you completely misunderstand the magic that the smp had when people watched it initially. the story is improv and that's how we like it. we can tell the cc's have lost interest in it, you can admit that to us, we'll understand, just stop lying to me.

c!dream's pov isn't necessary to understand his character or his motivations. if you've watched literally any c!primeboys stream he's basically spelled it out for you.

i don't understand how fans can dislike l'manberg or have claimed to be against it since the beginning. i honestly don't get it. what's so bad about wanting your own spot where you make your own rules and skirt accountability that has been used to technically oppress you before - and, before someone who never saw the earlier streams tries to disagree with this, the og l'manberg crew were imprisoned for shit that everyone else on the server was practically encouraged to do. also, what do you have against fun and happiness?

i think some of you forget that 'hybrids' aren't a thing, discounting c!ranboo. there's no piglin hybrids, c!techno is just a pig. there's no avian hybrids, c!phil is just a man with wings. there's no creeper hybrids, c!sam is just a creeper who's indecently exposed from the hips down. canonically there's no hybrids, and therefore no hybrid discrimination. people ran with that concept too much.

the loss and the fanon rewriting of the early lore up until pogtopia has ruined fandom perception of c!dream and the og l'manberg boys. c!tommy is more morally white than you think he is, and c!dream has always been a villain - he massacres and he kills and he destroys and he schemes and he always has broken his own rules. no wonder the boys wanted their own space after how they were treated.

i think ranboo oftentimes forgets his own lore. he brings stuff up that c!ranboo may have done, such as exploding the community house to frame c!tommy, holding onto Cat, and it goes absolutely nowhere. we've gotten all of these developments in his story but they have never been expanded on, and we're nowhere closer to figuring out his relationship to c!dream and what his other side is and honestly i see no hope that we'll be any closer to knowing even by the end of the year.

your characters don't all have to be morally grey for the story itself to be morally grey. this is fiction - some people can be nothing but evil and others can be nothing but good. being purely good or evil doesn't mean that you're one dimensional, either.

c!dream apologists have ruined c!dream for me. he's not a good person. how about you let me enjoy a villain for who he actually is, rather for than your percieved woobified ragdoll you pass off as c!dream.

the story was better when there was a central writer. it was brilliant back when wilbur wrote it to be that the environment drives the characters and the story, and it was really good in early s2 up until techno's execution day when it was more character driven. since then, the amount of autonomy people have over their characters without any central 'director', as it were, has been a detriment to the story overall. there needs to still be one overarching figure or director or writer.

not everyone is a main character. just because they have a pov, doesn't mean they're a main character. some characters have such little impact on the overall plot and describing everyone as a main character oversaturates the story and makes some characters seem more important than they are.

the egg lore had so much potential up until it didn't. all that built up threat that we were expecting and we still don't even know what the egg wants really other than just controlling people. does it hatch?

genuinely, if there's no major plot developments by the end of the year (and let's be honest, it's a very big possibility at this point), a few of the more prominent members of the server should do a podcast style stream talking about where the story would have gone, because at least then we would have gotten somewhat closer to a conclusion.

c!techno is a villain and an asshole and a bad person. he stops caring for people once their interests don't align with his or if they look at him funny. he makes meta-jokes about his own tyrannical and oppressive nature. stop taking that away from him. he's a bad person. cc!techno does a fabulous job portraying that in a comedic manner and the balancing of him being a deeply flawed person with deeply flawed morals and ideas with his comedically-portrayed stubbornness and lack of willingness to hear out opposing viewpoints is incredible. i want to like characters who are arseholes for the sake of being arseholes, and who refuse to take into account the hurt they've caused either out of self-righteousness or because they don't care, so let me. he's the anti-peacemaker, LET ME HIM ENJOY HIM FOR THAT!!!!

i think tommy and wilbur's way of doing lore is my favourite. relies heavily on improv, voice acting, sprite acting and facial expressions. really shows off the acting props and they pull off the emotional moments well for the insanity of the creative medium.

i'm not a fan of fan-music. i find songs about media i'm into difficult to listen to. coincidentally i'm also not a fan of shit like slam poetry or live music/musicals/pantomimes.

the death of l'manberg killed people's motivation to go on the server casually. i've talked about it more in depth before, but destroying what was a central, driving environment for the story killed momentum and motivation. imagine in an episode of she-ra, the princess alliance just nuke the freight zone and all of the members of the horde just have to deal with it. that would be shit.

until season 3 has some momentum, i'm counting the end of the smp as january 20th. that had a conclusion. season 3 has... whores, technoblade and tommyinnit. that's about it.

i wasn't a fan of the development of c!tubbo joining las nevadas. i preferred snowchester and the walled city conflict. give c!tubbo some backbone and some badassery. also tubbo where's the fucking nuke bro if you're shelving that plotline just tell us on like an alt stream what the plan was i beg

add like 2 or 3 new people to the server so that michael mcchill has someone to talk to and so that there's something always happening on the server. it gives the og's more motivation to return if things are happening in and out of canon and it'll help with momentum, and who knows? maybe they can write their own story/stories.

i really think that c!sam is an underrated character. he's multilayered, extremely interesting, and the dichotomy of his loyalty to his job and how far down the rabbithole that's taken him versus the genuine love he has for his friends that drives him to do what he does out of wanting to do right by them is brilliant. i don't talk about c!sam enough.

STOP HAVING FUCKING VILLAIN ARCS!!! I'M FUCKIN SICK OF IT!!!! i want to see more characters who see everyone else being absolute selfish, abhorrent cunts and go 'if nobody else is going to be a good person, i fucking will'. GIVE ME SOME MORAL WHITENESS!!! IT'S INTERESTING AND MORALLY GOOD CHARACTERS ARE FUN!!!

let tommyinnit build cobblestone towers. everyone bullied him too much for how ugly they were and the one he built outside of the prison looked genuinely really nice. it gives the boy something to do.

i'm a fan of the revive book and the canon lives system. don't ask me why, but i think it might just be the morbidity of it. it adds to c!dream's god complex persona, and i think the fragility of death itself is a really fun concept. not enough fan cc's have made connections with that and c!mumza, and it could make for cool fanfic.

ranboo your house is fucking ugly. it's an eyesore

c!niki, and to some extent now c!jack and c!fundy, are boring me and ruining my mood. i think c!jack is the closest to being an actually interesting sympathetic villain, mainly because nobody else seems to realise that c!niki is a villain. not a good one imo, but she's a villain. c!jack just has the problem of starting a new project over and over and over and over again and because of the slow in momentum for the primary cast, there hasn't been a lot of recent development for him.

not really a dream smp opinion, but if philza went full geordie accent, i would love it. i want him to, in canon, say shit like 'me n ye' instead of 'me and you' and use geordie dialect. i want him to be physically unintelligible because it's funny.

i don't really know what's up with c!foolish but i think he's a dumbass. he had a while to think about c!q's proposal and then changed his mind about joining the guy to admitted to letting him die just because. moron

i wish there was more c!eret lore. i wish he was an actual king with an actual kingdom and actual subjects and royal advisors. c!eret is far too fucking cool to be the king of nothing and nobody. fatten up the kingdom and the castle with people who work with c!eret, and don't just make it tyrannical and dictator-y to prove the point of the server's 'anarchists'. make it a healthy working environment, please - if you want moral greyness, have 'anarchists' who claim to care about the welfare of the server oppose a kingdom of happy people under a fair and just ruler because their ideologies clash.

the server needs more characters who oppose anarchy in more peaceful ways, or passively wish for systems to be a part of. i think a chaos vs order conflict ending only in mutual understanding where everyone understands that they should just leave each other alone would slot nicely into the story that's been created so far.

you need to have watched all of the previous arcs to understand the story. i've seen people argue that they don't need to know about earlier lore to understand the prison, but that's the equivalent of only watching the final season of pretty little liars and expecting to understand the context of what's going on.

some characters aren't that morally grey. some characters, take c!tommy for example, are definitely on the whiter side for the morality scale, he's just an asshole. he's abrasive and rude and a dickhead but he also doesn't agree with terrorism, he's patriotic, he strives for a better world, he's apologetic, but he's also a fucking BITCH.

you can add onto this if you want, but not if you're a c!dream apologist. nobody likes your opinions

#dream smp #dsmp #esclaposhitpost

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angelicimagines · 3 years

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Hello there! Love this blog! Do any of the mods have general headcanons on what the V3 cast was like pregame? Thanks!

I’m gonna let the other mods add to this if they want to, because I only have a few head-canons of the characters pregame.

Such lovely headcanons you have there mod Chihiro, I'd be a shame if someone wee to…add on to them.

–Mod Shuichi

Yes it would be

Wouldn't it

-Mod Kaz🔧

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Shuichi Saihara

Shy and reserved

He just likes watching anime alone honestly

He’s scared people will judge him, but he can rant about anime endlessly if you get him talking

Has a resting bitch face pretty much all of the time so it's very hard to read him

Will be more expressive when he's talking about his interests or you are sharing yours

Rantaro Amami

Slightly rude on the outside, but he has good intentions

Inside him there are two wolves, one that wants emotional connection and one that fears it, it's a constant battle

Has an arsenal of sarcastic comments at his disposal at all times

Vibes in a 7 eleven at the ungodly hours of the night and trauma dumps on the cashier, you have to apologize to the poor cashier

He gets very huggy sometimes but will deny everything to hell or say it's not a big deal and to not read into it

Very Forgetful. I mean he will not remeber your name for the life of him

Kokichi Ouma

Chill

He doesn’t really mind what other people think about him

He's a big daydreamer so he doesn't really see where he's going, he bumps into people and things a lot because of this.

Gets dragged around on some very questionable adventures with the rest of his friends and you and he just has the time of his life

He gets whiny when you don't hug him enough, he likes his cuddles man

Kaede Akamatsu

She means well and cares about her classmates but won't hesitate to kill a bitch

She's just done with everyone's antics, but if someone even looks at one of her friends the wrong way she won't hesitate bitch

Will die before she admits it but she likes flower crowns, make her one and she will be indebted to you forever

She's the class rep/president and thrives in that position, Kokichi is jealous

Shuts down when you compliment her genuinely, she doesn't expect it

Ryoma Hoshi

He is done, with everything tbh

Loves his classmates don't get him wrong, but they're just dumb as bricks

Basically everyone's tutor, he says he doesn't get paid enough for it

Sometimes indulges himself in some minor crime with you and it results in y'all running around town and almost crashing the car

Designated guardian of the class and hates his position, complains to Kirumi

Angie Yonaga

Really sweet and kind!

She loves to help other people accomplish things, but she can be a bit possessive.

Can be seen as a bit pushy, but will back down if you say you're uncomfortable

She wants to rant about her interest in religion but she fears being annoying since she's shut down a lot, if you indulge her she will love you forever and be your own personal cheerleader

She likes to bake cookies and will give you some if you're nice to her (they may or may not have her blood in them but who knows)

Kaito Momota

Dude's a dick, a fun dick but a dick nonetheless

Play fights a lot which usually ends up with him pinning you to the ground and saying some suggestive comment

Encourages the buffoonery that the class gets up to and is the self assigned leader of their misadventures

Show him genuine kindness and you will have a bodyguard, will even tone down the shitty attitude if you ask him nicely

He likes going out at night and just walk through town enjoying the stars and the night sky

Gonta Gokuhara

Scary dude, class transportation

Resting bitch face 2.0, but unlike Shuichi he will be more expressive

Likes nature and will take you outside for hangouts, he finds it peaceful and relaxing

Will infodump about his interest to the people he's close to and will in turn protect them from bullies and such

Do not bully Gonta's friends, that boy puts his muscle to good use and has possible rage issues

Miu Iruma

Less vulgar than in-game Miu but still lives in the gutter

She's smart in very specific and concerning subjects but won't remember what she read in her history textbook

Will tell you how to get away with murder in 5 steps or less but doesn't know when Japan got its independence

Second in command on the class's missadventures, has to be kept in check to make sure nothing blows up

Laughs like a 7th grader when you say something remotely suggestive, "that's what she said" following 90% of the time

Kirumi Tojou

Quiet, worried mom friend, partner in crime with Ryoma

Psychologically analyses her classmates for fun and calls them out on their bs, lovingly tho

Has a heart attack whenever a class trip is announced, contemplates buying leashes for them

Likes to make you tea as you two complain about your classmates to each other, sometimes others join

Tutor 2.0, teams up with Ryoma and Shinguuji and they are basically responsible for the class passing the year

If you insult her she'll Just insult you back until your begging for her to stop, most likely Captain of a debate club

Doesn't say a lot but when she does, She Talks

Tenko Chabashira

She's all over the place, all the time

She might look scary but she has the Mii theme song playing on loop all the time

Gets attached to the first person who shows her affection like a puppy

She likes plants and taking care of plants, I feel like they calm her down. She also likes green so she might be biased

Is on the hunt for the class cryptid because she's skeptic on the supernatural/paranormal

Himiko Yumeno

Resident cryptid

One time, Miu saw her sneaking into the dorm kitchen at 1 am and convinced the class that she saw a ghost/cryptid

Gets random surges of energy and starts like 5 projects that she almost never finishes

Really likes cotton candy, will make you buy her some whenever y'all go out (she shares it dw)

Is not opposed to cuddling but prefers headpats, she melts with em

Kiibo

Most forget he's even there because he's so quiet

Kind of rude and has little patience, so he buts heads with the more rowdy classmates

Basically a glorified babysitter, hates his job

Likes singing and has a decent voice actually, will sing to you to express his emotions

Very smart but refuses to tutor anyone because "google exists"

Korekiyo Shinguuji

He's a loner mostly because he's so off putting sometimes

Discusses philosophical and moral questions without prompting that lead to class debates, he thrives

Writes poetry when he's bored, it's surprisingly deep and well written

If he likes you, he will compare you to the 7 Wonders of the World, calling you the 8th one

Has very clean handwriting or writes in hieroglyphics, no in between

Maki Harukawa

She's quiet because she's kind of scared of her classmates

Has a lot of siblings and is the neighborhood babysitter, she gets along well with children

Gets adopted by Kaito and you and goes along with his antics, actually enjoys it

A regular in the class tutor service, taking care of her siblings takes up a lot of her time and effort

Is a cat magnet for some reason and that makes Ryoma give her discounts

Tsumugi Shirogane

Degenerate weeb (affectionate)

Also a regular at the tutoring service, she daydreams a lot and by the time she stops the lesson is over

Unspoken bond between her and Shuichi, takes a weeb to know a weeb

Likes doing people's hair and makeup, she'll make you look fabulous

Makes various origamis for her friends and you

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-Mod Chihiro

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allie-bliss · 2 years

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This challenge does require certain packs, but its for fun so feel free to change some things.

Packs required: Discover University, Realm of Magic, Get to

Work, Vampires, and Cats & Dogs

Also helpful: Cottage Living

My first attempt at making a legacy challenge, so if you guys have suggestions please let me know. Hashtag it if you are doing it or tag me so i can follow your stories.

Gen 1: Harry Potter

Growing up without parents left a definite hole in your life. To make matters worse, living with your abusive cousin, aunt and uncle made you want to escape reality altogether and bring justice to all who are mistreated. You decide to leave and make it own your own

Must move out and live on your own as a teen

Must start off with low funds and make it work

Must become best friends with two child sims as a child and continue through life.

Must marry as an Adult and marry the sibling of one of the best friends

Must have the family oriented, good, and ambitious trait

Must join the Law career and choose the Judge Branch

Must reach level 10 in career

Must have 3 kids

Must be a workaholic

Gen 2: Draco

Your parents raised you to be better than everyone, have the best home, have the best skills, and make their legacy count. The last thing you want to do is fail your parents. They sacrificed so much, but as the oldest it all falls on you. While your siblings get to pick their careers and friends, your parents have mapped out your entire life.

Must have mean, gloomy and insider trait

Must make a club with at least 3 sims who share either mean or gloomy traits as a child or teen.

Must not marry until adult

Must not have good relationships with parents

Must live in a home valued at more than $100,000

Must have the Fabulously Wealthy Aspiration and complete it

Have one kid and have great relationship

May join any career but must reach max level and retire as soon as you can

Gen 3: Bellatrix

You loved your father growing up, but felt like he never really understood the evil within. You desire to be bad and refuse to be the person your mother wants you to be.

Must be in a relationship with an Evil sim, fall in love but never marry but have that sim move in.

Must have one child with same evil sim but never really show any affection for the child

Must join and master the boss branch of the Criminal Career

Must master the Mischief skill

Must master the Public Enemy Aspiration

Must have the Insane and evil traits

Must perform evil and mischievous actions to other sims

Can start a club named “Death-Eaters” with all insane or evil trait sims and perform those interactions

Must capture and kill at least 4 good sims (can die anyway you want)

When your baby ages to child, you must Die (lol sorry)

Gen 4: Luna

You have the worst relationship with your parents, especially since your mother died when you were a child but mostly because they love the suffering of others, and all you want is peace. You loved to escape into the reality of books and nature. All you want is to live peacefully with your animals and writing. You have no desire to be as devious as your parents, so you leave a make a way for yourself

Must move out as a Teen

Must have Bookworm, cheerful, and family oriented traits

Must join the Writer career as a YA and join the Journalist Branch and master Best-selling Author aspiration

As a teen you must live off the plants you grow

Must live in a tiny home until YA and money to afford it.

Must master the gardening skill and writing skill

If you have cottage living, then live in the town and sell your produce to the shops in town. If not.. Just grow and sell from garden but start off with plants not worth alot until YA

Must have one great friend and marry them as YA

Must have at least 2 children and have great relationships with them

Must continue to live in a tiny home and eat regular family meals at night

Also have simple living trait as a teen and can end it when you join the writer career

Gen 5: Hermoine

You have the best relationship with your parents, but you always wanted to learn everything. You love school and although your parents were great, they had no real rules, they were very free-spirited. You desire to be the best and learn the most.

Must have Genius, good, and perfectionist traits

Must marry a sim with red hair, but also your best friend

Must be a top student, A’s all around

Must complete a collection of your choice

Must master the Renaissance Sim aspiration

Must have at least 2 kids

Must join a career 5 times and leave after reaching level 5

When your heir is a child- either kill off the parents and move or just move the child in with grandparents

Must sit in on a skill class every week

Max as many skills as you can before your heir is a child

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imagine-fight-write · 3 years

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RANDOM - Banana Fish Review, Vol. 1, Part Four

(This was one of my fav gifs looking for gifs of Shorter.)

*There will be pictures/gifs included tomorrow, because this is already late & loading them is taking forever, for some reason.

Haha, no, I actually prettied it up 1/5/21. Yes, I’m glorious.

No I’m actually Dio DIO in this situation, who am I kidding.

(This transition from Caesar to Dio fascinates me, by the way.) (The GIF.)

The JOJO reference is because I’ve finally finished Diamond is Unbreakable! It was fun! I enjoyed it a lot! Ready for the next part!

But back to Banana Fish.

Hope you enjoy this!

So my plans failed again. Who is surprised? (Not me.)

I apologize profusely for the gaping void of Banana Fish-ness left since last I posted.

No really. I now have an alarm set for every Wednesday.

Let’s see how this goes. News Update: Maybe next time.

Also, my internet is still blitzy & rotten, otherwise I would’ve posted this yesterday (the 15th).

Now on to the in-depth, delighted gushing - er, review, of Banana Fish!

*Also, this is part 4, and 4 is a special number for me. Because of this guy:

And I can spell his name correctly!!! (It’s Ulquiorra, from Bleach, my 1st anime fan gushing love.)

Yes, I’m strange. Moving on.

So, brief recap, since I’m not sure anyone has read Part 3, given how terrifyingly long it is. If you missed it, here’s the link:

https://imagine-fight-write.tumblr.com/post/632014616404344832/random-banana-fish-review-vol-1-part-3-my

Please love & like it & repost to the rest of the Web. I worked tremendously hard on it.

Yes it’s long, but oh, it was delightful! There was snark! Delicious food! Wine! Fabulous mustaches! Mysteries! I gushed so much!

(And snarled at the wonton waste of good breakfast food, which I will not forget & always condemn.)

*I mean, I know people who will throw up if they have breakfast in the morning. But it’s important to eat so you have energy to do things & feel good.

And Dino took a perfectly beautiful breakfast & essentially wasted it for no good reason. I was so mad.

We meet Dino Golzine, a.k.a., Ash’s worst nemesis /enemy (note, I can’t spell nemesis) and major reason for why his life sucks.

(Although society doesn’t help either. Though the police try. They really do. Except what’s his face who’s complete scum & thoughtless, but we won’t meet him til Vol. 2. Plus I don’t think he has a name?)

But yes, Dino Golzine. All around awful person, and not safe around children (or anyone, really.) He’s low-key in this scene, mostly using verbal assaults (to great effect) but just you wait. There’s a reason he’s a mob boss.

Ash snarks, to great effect, but he’s no match. Dino has all the cards and all the dice (cards & dice being metaphors for power, & how he involves awful, painful memories of Ash’s past & tries to manipulate & order him around. Brrr.)

But Ash rallies, and ultimately refuses returning to be Dino’s heir / toy.

We meet Shorter! Huzzah!

(End of recap.)

It’s clear right away Shorter & Ash are old friends. They exchange quips about Marvin. We learn Marvin holds a mean grudge, so savvy readers can guess it’ll come to play later (it does.)

Shorter’s last line is strange.

“Just don’t put me in the position of having to kill you.”

Which is kinda out of the blue. I don’t know what to make of it. It doesn’t spoil or fore-shadow anything (unless in a very confused, round-about way) because that never happens later. So I’m confused.

Ash laughs it off and goes zooming off on his motor-bike / motorcycle (not sure which).

Note, from this short scene we already learn Shorter has his own sources of information - he knows Ash went to Dino’s, fast enough to be there before their conversation ended (unless he was just lucky to be there already - why was he there?). He already knows about Ash’s talk with Marvin, with enough detail to warn Ash about Marvin’s temper & that Marvin likes him, which is a bad combination.

Shorter is smart & cares about his friends, warning Ash about Marvin.

Aren’t friends great?

Especially after meeting such a dominating if soft spoken monster like Dino?

The answer is yes.

Next, we get this hilariously great shot of Ash running up the steps to his dingy apartment (pg. 47.)

It’s reminiscent for me of a scene in JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Part 1, when Jonathan & Dino have their epic fight in the Joestar mansion.

There’s a part where Jonathan does this epic flip up to a second floor via sword (it’s epic) & it ends with this a few-seconds-longer-than it-needs-to-be shot of his butt. You can’t miss it. I’m usually oblivious to such things & I noticed it. I laugh every single time.

Anyway, back to Banana Fish.

(The atmosphere of grunginess (it’s not a word, I meant dirty, ugly, rough) & spartan furniture is great. Just look at those walls. I adore it.

(But would never want to live there.) Ash is clearly not rich & after Dino’s rich mansion, this is a stark contrast.

Also, there are no pictures or posters on the walls (which are festooned with dirt and cracks instead.) In fact, there’s almost nothing in terms of personal effects at all.

This baffles me. I mean yes, I assume they’re all dirt poor, living in a gang & working for the mafia on the side isn’t something you do for the luxuries. But surely they’d have something.

Or maybe it has something to do with Japanese decorating aesthetics? Meaning, Japanese appear to be more spartan than Americans in terms of decor (see the book, In Praise of Shadows, for example.)

* I can’t spell aesthetics. Why do I even use that word?

The apartment just looks extremely bare compared to others I’ve seen in movies depicting this era. Is what I’m saying.

Look at those bare walls. (It hurts me.)

Thoughts? Comments on how Japanese, Americans, and Europeans differ in basic decorating styles? Comment below!

Also remember as always, Banana Fish is both set & was written in the 1980’s, well before the “modern” style we have now.

Unless - wait. There is something very important to Ash which he’s clearly hiding in the apartment he goes to, which I assume only Skip & select members know about.

So maybe this isn’t actually Ash’s main base, where he sleeps & hangs out?

Yes, that must be it.

If you’re confused, I’ll explain once we get done with this section.

Moving on.

We meet Skip!!!! (Pg.47)

Black characters (and Latino) are still, alas, extremely rare in manga, anime, & other media, so all the cheers for including Skip so early & as such an important character.

Because Skip is very important. For multiple reasons. More on that later. Also note, 1 of the gang members Ash busts earlier is also black.

Again, the dialogue is great here between Ash & Skip, establishing Ash’s trust in him. Which is no small thing.

Skip is like Shorter, (agh, both their names start with S) sweet, but also has a nose for news.

Arthur’s going to get it, hah!

There’s yet another reference to it being early.

Though there’s no specific time mentioned . . . Nope, not since Ash found the poor, dying banana fish dude.

Does Ash usually sleep in? Is he a night owl? He was wandering around at 1 in the morning last night, after all.

*Yes, technically it was early morning, but it was still dark, so bite me.

But then, he was also suspicious & keeping tabs on his 2 gang members. So, who knows.

But I’m going to guess he’s a night owl.

Ash sits on the bed, and after Skip mentions everything is good, “him, too”.

Ash gives his 1st real, genuine smile. Gentle, relieved, no hard edges. Just pure happiness & relief. It’s sweet.

(Also, I just realized the “him, too” is supposed to be a surprise / shock for the reader & I spoiled it earlier. I do apologize.)

Skip offers to get coffee but Ash declines, deciding to nap, which reminds me:

Actually, drinking coffee before you take a nap can, for some people, actually make you sleep better.

Also, short cat naps (15-30mins) can boost your energy and mood.

Naps are good for you!

I almost wondered if the comics Skip had on the table might’ve been manga, but remembered it was the 1980’s and, far as I know, manga wasn’t big the U.S. yet. Alas!

Which is funny if you think about this being in a manga.

Skip goes to leave. Ash puts his hand in his pocket and gets this intense, almost fierce expression on his face (middle panel, pg. 48).

I was absolutely baffled by this reaction for a long time, but finally figured it out. Ash’s reaction is supposed to be baffling, because what he realizes right here will be revealed in the next few pages.

Skip, concerned, asks what’s up, but Ash brushes him off and sends him off to buy coffee. (After which I sincerely hope he takes a nap, because he needs one, he’s been up all night.) Sleep is good for you!

Skip is able to buy coffee with a single coin. A single coin.

(Sorry, I couldn’t resist.)

All my tears, and curses on inflation and overpriced coffee! And Starbucks!

Anyway, we learn Arthur’s going to get it (and Skip is the best spy ever) and the scene cuts to:

Our favorite person (not) Dino Golzine, tending his orchids.

I like this. It’s a rather unique hobby for a villian. I assume to give him a refined, elegant, and exact air.

He’s interrupted by Angie & his fabulous mustache (snickers) and this delightfully comic scientist person (who might be important later? The face sameness makes it difficult to judge, & I’m too lazy to consult my other volumes, which are not close by.)

But his entrance is priceless (pg. 50). I mean seriously, please go find it if you haven’t already. It’s dramatic, with a big WHAM! & he looks so cartoonish.

I love it.

Dino tells him, essentially, “don’t disturb my orchids” and me being an non-gardner person, I wonder: is it actually true loud noises can disturb flowers?

Comment below!

Anyway, Dino quickly establishes yes, he did send Ash’s gang members to kill the poor banana fish guy who started this whole mystery, and yes, it was important.

There’s a great panel (pg. 51) of scientist dude, drawn much less comedic, the whole panel black except for a white aura around him sweating and clearly in distress.

He whispers, “It - it’s gone.”

Dino snaps to attention with a leonine look, exactly like a cat who has just spotted another cat. It’s easily my favorite picture of Dino so far, very striking.

The dialogue is brilliant and snappy, short and direct.

“What is gone? . . . You’re positive? . . . Just a small amount.”

And we get the grand reveal:

Ash, taking out a bullet shaped capsule (was the shape intentional by Yoshida?). A capsule he’d clearly taken from the dying banana fish guy. There’s a great panel on the bottom of pg. 52 of Ash’s questioning expression and a ?

He unscrews the capsule and pulls out a tiny vial.

Thinks of the address the dying banana fish guy gave him.

Ash goes into the next room, where we see the silhouette of someone sitting with a plaid blanket draped across their knees.

He expresses his first real look of vulnerability, and gives a wonderful line:

“Go see . . . Banana fish . . . He said it and died. And you say it and you might as well be dead. Who did this to you? Griff . . . Please tell me, big brother.”

Everything clicks together (almost.)

Griff /Griffin is the soldier shown way back in the very beginning. The one who left for a few minutes and came back insane and shot up his squad.

Who’s now a human vegetable.

Banana fish is clearly responsible. Somehow.

And Dino is mixed in with it (of course). Pieces are coming together, but questions still remain.

Until next time!

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5x12 The Diamond of the Day pt 1

Final two episodes! Big finale! Why am I making myself cry in the middle of the afternoon! Both eps in this post.

I do love that they made Arthur a sore loser

Enter treacherous white woman #2. Srsly it was lazy writing when they did it for Mordred, it's worse now with Gwaine.

I do love the actual Round Table war room discussion but a) why isn't Merlin seated at the round table and b) why does Leon have so much goddamn faith in Camelot's walls? Like??? You literally said the same thing last year and yet Camelot *did* fall when Agravaine brought an army through the tunnels!

Poor Aithusa. Kid's had a rough life.

I do love Arthur responding to Merlin presenting him with all his supplies ready - which he prepared without his magic mind you - with suspicion 😂

But then he calls Merlin a coward and it's sad

Katie has such a great voice. That entire thing in the cave from her taunting to her laughter to the spell, it just just beautifully played.

Whole ass battle to prepare for and Arthur is just walking around moping cuz Merlin isn't there

So, Merlin's father-vision telling him he's magic itself and he just needs to believe in himself to get his magic going again, does this mean he *didn't* need to go to the cave to get it back? Cuz it seems like he needed to recharge in the cave itself, his injuries were healed when he woke up. That seems like magic cave stuff to me.

Also that "always have been and always will be" - I'm taking to mean 'always have been' in the sense that since he's 'magic itself' even before he was born, his magic existed in other, intangible forms, like we are all stardust etc. But now that he is, he will always be, aka he will not die.

Arthur waking up with his wife in his arms and Merlin's name on his lips, jumping out of bed to act on dream-info.

Balinor telling Merlin to trust in what will be.... like bitch that is literally not how this ends.

5x13 The Diamond of the day pt 2

You know that gif of the cat knocking everything off the table? That's literally Merlin shooting lightning at everyone from his perch on the ridge.

I have a lot of snarky things to say about Merlin coming out of the cave in full Dragoon gear and riding a horse instead of teleporting like the other witches but I'ma keep that to myself.

Mordred is a bitch and Aithusa has terrible aim. At least Aithusa's loyalty to Morgana makes sense.

Arthur said oh shit I'm magic - oh wait no it's that old man again

He also straight up "No! Bad dragon!"-ed Aithusa

Y'know, for all I've watched this episode and screamed about Arthur's death, I don't think I've ever focused on the exact moment he gets stabbed before.

Mordred catches him from behind and he meets it, no fault there. But as soon as he realizes his assailant is the knight who turned on him and joined Morgana, what does he do? HE LOWERS HIS FUCKING SWORD

He leaves himself wide fucking open and vulnerable and Mordred seizes the opportunity. I understand wanting the moment of recognition for Arthur, but on what planet is a trained warrior going to drop his sword mid-attack because he recognizes his attacker as a dude who only just recently decided to forsake him? It's soooooo dumb

There was a whole sequence a few episodes back where Mordred and Arthur are sparring, the point of it was to show that Mordred has become a skilled swordsman. So what exactly was the point in having Mordred run Arthur through as soon as Arthur idiotically lets his guard down? This should've been a meticulously choreographed sword fight, with Mordred getting the upper hand and sticking Arthur properly. Not this nonsense. Look at Arthur's FACE! Oh, Mordred... 👉👈 do you maybe wanna be friends again- STAB ... guess not

Uther's been rolling in his grave but he's taking an extra tumble watching Arthur forget all his skills and training in that moment.

I do appreciate Arthur getting Mordred back though. Like that moment of merciless anger followed by the hurt and regret playing on Arthur's face, warring with surety and responsibility. It was good.

I've rewatched the big confession scene about 16 times just now.

I don't quite understand why Merlin took Arthur to the woods to begin with. Instead of bringing him to the med tent in the battlefield or back to Camelot. What was the reason?

Merlin saying it feels strange (to use magic freely in front of Arthur) and him just going 'yeah' completely deadpan makes me laugh every time.

I really feel like Arthur's head should be elevated at a further incline if he's going to be fed.

Gaius refusing to outright expose Merlin as the sorcerer but nonetheless letting Gwen figure it out on her own warms my heart.

My God Arthur is sitting there dying, feeling betrayed about his best friend 'lying' to him, and still he can't stop himself from looking at Merlin's mouth.

Percival summoned MUSCLE POWER

Hey um random but why does Gwaine even know where Merlin and Arthur are headed? Why would Gaius tell him?

Arthur looks at Merlin so lovingly after he's killed Morgana 😭😭

And now he's literally grabbing at the man's hand 😭 "just hold me, please"

That's gotta be the gayest death scene in television history. If you can watch that without thinking Arthur puts his hand on the back of Merlin's head because some part of him wants to bring him down for a kiss, or that "just hold me, please" is in any way shape or form a 'bros' thing, and certainly not at all an intentional mirror/callback to Isolde dying in Tristan's arms, then I'm afraid you are what we professionals refer to as a dumb-as-nails fucknugget, more commonly phrased as 'willfully ignorant'.

"All that you have dreamt of building has come to pass" yeah except for the whole, y'know, magic still being illegal thing.

I've said this before, but, while I'm sure there was a determined intention to have Arthur die in his armor, probably in some kind of attempt to make sure the audience knows he's died a warrior's death, I *really* think it was kinda stupid that Merlin never removed it, despite Arthur being weak, despite the fact that there was something like five days between him getting stabbed and him actually dying, despite that for the duration of that time they were traveling or hiding out. Merlin managed to produce a cloak to put on Arthur, why did he need the full armor on that whole time? Like even if they left the chainmail on, those plates on his shoulder were just getting in the way, and it looked quite uncomfortable.

Also not for nothing but Lancelot got like, every flower in the forest surrounding lush verdant greens in his death boat, Arthur gets a bunch of sticks.

It suddenly occurs to me, watching this now, that the reason Leon/Percival is such a common side pairing in Merthur fics, is because these two motherfuckers are the only original Knights of the Round Table to survive the series. 🤦‍♀️ I dunno how I failed to notice that before now. My stupidity amazes me.

I'm *really* glad they decided to do this scene with Gwen wearing the Pendragon red dress instead of the black mourning dress. Yes she looks fabulous in it but it's more the symbolism than the 'reality' - with Gwen wearing her house's colors it represents a continuation rather than a finality. Camelot will go on, Gwen will undoubtedly end the war on magic and with Morgana dead (and frankly, I think by now she already brought about the death of all the angry incel type rulers in Albion) there stands to reason her reign will begin with a period of peace, possibly longer than Arthur's. We kind of have to assume that the 'time the poets speak of' is, inevitably, Gwen's reign - which only came about through Arthur's death. It's a little bit toooo subtle in my opinion, but at the same time, I understand the need for the focus on Merlin and Arthur - after all, this show was their journey - not leaving much time to focus on Gwen and Camelot in the aftermath of Arthur's death.

I will just say, the first time I watched this that fucking truck scared the ever living shit out of me. I also just immediately, viscerally hated that scene and declared it invalid - but I think it was because the truck made me jump out of my skin. It has since grown on me, particularly once I started reading 'Arthur Returns' fic.

Everything beyond this point is post-series spec and headcanon, so if that's not your jam you can exit safe in the knowledge that as usual, if there's anything worth commenting on in the S5 extras, I will create a separate post!

For those interested, my go-to post-series fic is We Begin Again by katherynefromphilly I fully headcanon this series as the continuation of the series.

I have a lot of thoughts about Gwen and Merlin post-Camlann.

For one, poor fucking Gwen. She's lost her father, her brother, and her husband, all by what, age 30? That's rough. And who knows what happened to her mom, that was pre-series and I don't think it was ever mentioned.

Merlin, dear god poor Merlin. First of all, I just wanna say straight off that my instinctive headcanon about Merlin was that he never returned to Camelot. I couldn't really say why exactly. I just don't think he could stand being there after Arthur's death. But practically speaking, Merlin's still got Aithusa to deal with, that dragon needs some godsdamned house training asap. He's still the last Dragonlord, it's reasonable to assume he'd immediately take that on considering Aithusa is partially responsible for Arthur's death (the sword Mordred killed Arthur with, only succeeded in killing Arthur because it had been forged in Aithusa's fire-breath) so he's either going to attempt to train the bad behaviors out of Aithusa, or...well...

The only thing is, I do not believe Merlin would abandon Gwen, or Gaius. So my hc is inherently flawed. I do think Merlin probably spend a couple months with his mum, and I do think he ultimately settled near lake Avalon waiting for Arthur's return.

But I do wonder, what must their relationship have been like? Gwen, surely, would've sought his guidance in establishing laws governing the use of magic. And surely, peace cannot last indefinitely, so Merlin absolutely would've defended Camelot and protected Gwen. There's just no way he could've completely turned his back on them, but I doubt he could bear living in Camelot. And Gwen is both strong and practical enough to get on without him there 24/7, even though I'm sure she'd miss him.

I also think she would've found love again. Whether with Leon, as many people hc, or someone else not in the series.

ANYWAY.

Thanks to everyone who came on this journey with me. I will post comments on the extras if I have anything worth saying - and I think I'll do a master post linking all these episode posts after I clean them up once I get time to sit at a computer and do so. Until then! 💙💚

(Gif source) (h/t @shut-up-merlin)

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Killer Queen - Chapter 12: Thank God It’s Christmas

Summary: Life is easy when things go your way. I know this from experience. I also know that that can disappear in an instant and that you have to be able to rely on your friends. Luckily my name is Arabella Ruth White and I’m the fifth marauder. But I want to show you the girl behind the mask. It takes a lot of work to be this fabulous, darling. (This story is also on Wattpad and AO3 of the same name.)

A/N: So hello again! I know it’s been 3 months since I last updated this fic, and a lot has changed since August so let me catch you up real quick. First of all, in the UK we basically came out of lockdown only to go back into it last week so that’s great. I’m in Year 11 now which is the last year of high school if you didn’t know, and I’m in the middle of my mocks right now, so my free time has plummeted. This unfortunately means that updates across all of my fics will be much slower for the foreseeable future, or at least until Bojo finally cancels our exams. We can but hope.

I hope you enjoy this chapter! Sorry it’s kind of a filler but I promise that the plot is properly about to kick in, just like I said a couple chapters ago. I’ve realised that I’m now the same age as these characters which makes things a lot easier in terms of writing them realistically. Also I’ve decided that all of the characters and just this whole fic in general has main character energy which is Good. We love to see it. Anyways I shall see you next time! Hasta luego.

Warning(s): swearing

Word Count: 3.1k+

Inspiration: random headcanons I found on Tumblr and Pinterest, The Boy Who Killed God by SeraMGrigori on AO3, All The Young Dudes by MsKingBean89 on AO3, Sweet Things by Cocomouse on AO3

Taglist: @bhmay @briarrose26

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Ruth had her face pressed right up to the glass of the tiny kitchen window, making it smear up from her breath, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. She curiously watched her cat, Sooty, cautiously interact with the much larger cat from down the road, circling each other in a manner that would be rather ominous if the former wasn’t a quarter of the latter’s size. Sooty was almost completely obscured by the overgrown grass that was screaming to be cut; Ruth wouldn’t have even known he was outside if it wasn’t for his extraordinarily long tail poking through.

“Ruth, why are you sitting on my poor washing machine?” her mother came in, half amused, half concerned, “You’re going to break the damn thing.”

She gasped in mock offence and turned round to look at her, “Are you trying to say something, Mum?”

She gave her a knowing look and said, “You know that’s not what I meant. Now, you didn’t answer my question, what on earth are you doing on my washing machine?”

She jumped off before Jocelyn could chastise her any further, “I’m waiting for the boys. We were saying about going down the pier or something today so we could give each other our presents, and I’m waiting for James’s parents to apparate them all to our garden. And they’re taking forever,” she pouted, elongating the last word way more than necessary.

“Well, what time did you tell them to come round?”

Ruth thought about it for a second before saying, “Around one o’clock, I think.”

She raised an eyebrow, “And what time is it now?”

She looked at the ground and mumbled, “Half twelve.”

“Well, there you go. You have half an hour, and you haven’t even got dressed yet,” she pointed out.

“But-”

“No buts. You’re not going out in your dressing gown so go and get dressed,” she said, playfully swatting Ruth with the tea towel and chasing her out of the kitchen.

She laughed maniacally as she ran out of the room, “But Mother, I am dressed,” she said, taking off her dressing gown like a stripper.

“Then why are you wearing your dressing gown?” Jocelyn asked exasperatedly.

“Because it’s bloody cold!” Ruth grinned.

“Language,” she muttered, shaking her head with a smile but sobering up when she noticed Ruth’s face fall, “What’s up with you?”

She faltered for a moment, caught off guard by Jocelyn’s quick observations, “Mum, did you, erm, did you hear about Melanie?” she grimaced with the fear of treading grounds such as those. Her cousin hadn’t mentioned anything about who she had told about the pregnancy, so for all Ruth knew, Jocelyn didn’t have a clue and she was about to get Melanie into some serious trouble.

Luckily for them both, Jocelyn’s face softened with understanding, “I heard. Your aunt told me all about it a couple weeks ago.”

“What do you think about it all? I mean, Christ, Mum, she’s only seventeen,” Ruth sighed, running a hand across her hair with an anxiety that she hadn’t even realised she had been suppressing.

“Come here,” she said, taking Ruth into her arms and holding her for a moment, “She’s going to be okay. She’s not alone, remember that. She’s got your aunt and us and that boyfriend of hers. She’ll be fine.”

A sudden knock at the window followed by four familiar faces made both Ruth and her mum look up in surprise, followed by a disappointed laugh from the former when she noticed that Sirius was only wearing his signature leather jacket, with no hat, scarf or gloves. She opened the kitchen door to let them in, hugging each of them as they entered.

Jocelyn smiled at the group before winking at her daughter, “I’ll make myself busy, then. Have fun today,” she said as she left with her steaming cup of tea.

Ruth grinned before turning to the boys, “Sirius, darling, it’s December, not June. Where the hell is your coat? And don’t tell me you’re too cool to actually keep yourself warm,” she added before the boy in question could say anything.

“Leave it, Ruth, I’ve been trying to talk some sense into him all morning, he won’t listen,” James sighed dramatically, sounding scarily like an exhausted mother.

“I won’t listen? You’re the one who nearly strangled me with that damn scarf!” Sirius exclaimed, looking desperately to the others for back-up, only to be met with shrugs.

“You dress appropriately for the weather, or you face the consequences,” James deadpanned, before bursting into laughter from the miffed expression on Sirius’s face.

“God, you really have become your mum, haven’t you?” Peter smirked, holding back his own laughter.

“Shut up, Pete!” he whined, stomping on the ground petulantly.

“Now you’re my brother,” Ruth snorted.

*************

The fresh air bit at their noses as they made their way down the bustling high street, bracing themselves against the crisp December wind. Sirius was still the only one not wearing a coat, the rest of the group bundled up in their Gryffindor scarves which may or may not have been the only scarves they owned. Except for fifteen-year-old-grandmother Remus, who absolutely had a worrying obsession with anything you could make via knitting and the like. Peter had been positively swallowed up, and between his hat that looked about two sizes too big and his scarf, you could only see his eyes and the top of his nose.

“It’s a bit nippy out here, lads,” Ruth said, just as an icy gust of wind hit them, bringing tears to eyes, and actually making Peter stumble a little bit. As Jocelyn said at every possible opportunity, the wind was always stronger at the seaside.

“Is it really, Ruth? Gosh, I hadn’t noticed, thank you for telling me,” Remus glared at her, which would have been tenfold more menacing if half of his face wasn’t concealed by windswept hair.

“You are most welcome, dear Remus,” she grinned, sticking her tongue out at him in defiance.

“Children. Actual children,” Sirius muttered in a tone not at all dissimilar to that of an exasperated father.

“Says the one who refused to put his scarf on because he’s a stubborn bastard,” James said pointedly.

“Oh, you’re still going on about that one?”

“Always, my dear boy, always. I’m already making sure my best man’s speech mentions it at least twice,” he said proudly.

“He’s gotta find someone to marry first,” Peter pointed out, voice muffled from under his scarf.

“And what’s that supposed to meant, Pete?” Sirius rounded on him, forgetting completely about James’s strange obsession with his lack of winter clothing.

“Well, I don’t know but it might have something to do with the fact that you’ve never had a girlfriend for longer than three weeks,” Ruth shrugged.

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you, Ruth,” Remus laughed, “But she does have a point, Sirius.”

“Why are you all ganging up on me, it’s very rude,” he huffed, “Anyway, it’s not my fault that I want to win the bet me and Ruth started in third year.”

“Darling, you’ve always had the option to pull out and admit that I am proud to be the biggest hoe that Hogwarts has ever seen,” she said with as much faux innocence as one can muster while talking about sex.

Sirius was silent for a moment before pointing out, “Wait, hang on, I’ve had a girlfriend for longer than three weeks. I went out with Emmeline Vance for about five months!”

“You mean you were on again, off again with Emmeline Vance for about five months,” Remus raised an eyebrow.

“You’re both gonna end up clapped as anything by the time we leave,” Peter mumbled as they walked through the threshold of their destination: Ruth’s beloved record shop.

Cromer’s one and only record shop was a favourite haunt of Ruth’s. If anyone wanted to find her during the school holidays, the record shop would be the first place they would go to, the second being the arcade on the promenade because they have the best games darling, and the third being the beach. It never seemed to cross anyone’s mind to look for her at her own home; it was a generally unspoken rule of sorts in the town that seeing Ruth at her house was as rare as seeing a double rainbow. It was the place where a good part of her pocket money went to, and the owner was incredibly grateful to have such a loyal customer. Ruth just told him to consider himself lucky that his was the only establishment in walking distance of her house that supplied her with her vinyl obsession. And oh boy, did he do just that. The White family were responsible for a good twenty per cent of his sales.

They filed into the shop, instantly taking off their hats when the somewhat aggressive heat hit them. The limited daylight spilt in through the floor-length windows that flanked the door, highlighting the records on show. The shop itself was rather small, with only two aisles running straight down to the till. They were separated by cases upon cases of albums, packed like sardines into their crates and sorted semi-alphabetically. Posters adorned almost every available space on the otherwise dull walls, looking over the customers with a keen interest. Underneath them were further crates, these ones pushed back against the walls and full of singles, which were ordered even more haphazardly than the albums if you could believe that. Ruth made her way down one of the aisles, leaving the boys to browse artists that they barely even knew. At the back end of the shop sat the counter, behind which sat the owner, Steve.

Steve was a rather short and stout man who had the grave misfortune of looking around a whole decade older than he actually was. That was more so to do with the way with which he held himself, and the fact that he wore those glasses that had a chain attached that you only see on elderly men, than his physical appearance. He had a terribly receding hairline that seemed to creep back every time Ruth came into his shop. She reckoned that he’d be completely bald by the time she left Hogwarts for good. He always seemed to wear the same attire, consisting of loose-fitting trousers and a grey t-shirt that always had a stain that Ruth would rather not enquire after. His fingers were coated with a nicotine stain that you only get after smoking for a good few decades, teeth and fingernails tinted yellow.

His smile was warm, and his eyes lit up like a match when he noticed Ruth walking up to the counter, “Arabella, good to see you!”

“You too, Steve, how’s everything been these past couple of months?” she asked, leaning on the counter with her elbows.

“Not bad, not bad,” he said, “A lot better than this time last year, that’s for sure. Thanks, by the way, for the advert in the newspaper suggestion. Business has gone up a great deal since then.”

“Well, I couldn’t let you give up the shop that easily, could I? Nah, you’ve supplied me with the very best music these past few years, it was the least I could do,” she beamed.

He smiled gratefully at her before glancing at the boys behind her, leafing through bands they’d never even heard of for the most part, “I see you’ve brought your mates at last.”

Ruth snorted as they all poked their heads up and waved at the same time, each one oblivious to the other, “Yeah, I thought I might as well, I’ve been putting it off for too long.”

“One of them your boyfriend?” he winked, laughing at Ruth’s mortified expression.

“No! God, no, that’s a horrible thought,” she shivered, recoiling in disgust.

“What’s a horrible thought?” Sirius asked as he sauntered up to the counter.

“Your face,” Ruth muttered as he swatted her shoulder, mouth agape in shock.

“How rude! I can’t believe you would say something like that!” he gasped before turning around and whining, “James! Ruth’s being mean to me!”

It was then James’s turn to gasp in disappointment, “Is she? Oh, come here, I’ll protect you from the meanie,” he said in the most motherly voice he could muster, opening his arms and hugging Sirius while glaring at Ruth.

She stared at them in disbelief, looking at Remus and Peter for guidance, only to be met with shrugs. She resolved to simply shaking her head in exasperation and turning to the ‘new releases’ section of the shop.

*************

“You know what we should do,” Ruth said, holding up a chip to emphasise her point, “We should go on a gang holiday when we’re older. Just go travelling for a couple of weeks or something.”

They were currently sitting on the beach which, as you can probably imagine, isn’t the most pleasant of experiences in the middle of winter. The harsh wind nipped at their faces and Peter’s nose was crimson with the cold, but they found themselves sitting there anyway, watching the teal waves advance and retreat under the December mist that lazily rested on the ocean’s surface. They were sharing a couple of bags of chips that they’d bought from the chippy just aound the corner from Ruth’s house, trying their best to shield them from the prying seagulls circling the skies above them like hawks.

Peter audibly gasped with excitement, “We should get one of those caravans that muggles used to drive all the time in the sixties.”

“Yes! And we could charm it so it’s bigger on the inside like the tents they have at the Quidditch World Cup!” James added, ecstatic just to have been able to chime in with a Quidditch reference, let alone about the actual holiday. Sirius grinned stupidly as they high fived, making Ruth cringe and groan like an embarrassed daughter having to watch her parents kiss. Though, once she thought about it, that analogy was pretty accurate, perhaps more than she would have liked.

Remus held out his hands in suspense, something he always did when he’d thought of a master plan, “Two words. Tardis. Caravan.”

The sounds that then erupted from the group could not be described as human, more like a group of over-excited seagulls.

Once they’d calmed down, which took more time than it probably should have done, James suggested, “We should go to France so Sirius can show his French off!”

Sirius glared at him, muttering under his breath and by doing so, proving James’s point, “Putain de chienne. Je ne me montre pas, vous seriez tous perdus sans moi.”

“Oui, oui, er, baguette,” Peter snorted, rubbing his arm when Sirius hit at him playfully.

“Right, well,” Remus cut in before they jumped at each other’s throats, “Presents? The whole reason we’re here?”

“Gosh, Moony, here I was thinking that you were here because you wanted to see us and enjoy our company, but no, you just want your damn chocolate,” Sirius huffed.

Remus blinked at him for a second before asking tentatively, “Moony?”

“Moony,” he nodded.

Remus pinched his brow and sighed, “I’m going to regret asking but why?”

“Werewolf. Moon. Moony,” he explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

He raised an eyebrow at him, “Do I get a say in this by any chance?”

“No. I’ve thought of names for all of us, actually. I’m Padfoot, Peter’s Wormtail, Ruth is Silverspot and James is Prongs,” he counted off his fingers before nodding resolutely.

James smirked, eyes gleaming and Ruth already knew what he was going to say, “Am I Prongs because of my big–”

She slapped a hand over his mouth and glared at him menacingly, “Finish that question and I swear to God, James, I will slap you into next year.”

“Sirius, I think you’ve had far too much spare time on your hands,” Remus said while James and Ruth engaged in a very mature staring competition that lasted all of ten seconds.

“Yeah, five days without us and you’ve given us all nicknames,” Peter added, looking rather concerned for his friend’s mental state.

“Do you want me to change yours to Massive Knobhead?” Sirius asked with a scarily fake smile on his face.

James cut in before any fighting could ensue, “Okay, let’s get on to the presents, shall we?”

Sirius just shrugged and made a noise of vague agreement, while Peter just looked rather relieved to avoid conflict.

*************

“Sirius, will you keep still!”

It was the fifth time that Remus had had to utter those words in the past two minutes, much to everyone’s annoyance and to Sirius’s amusement.

“Keeping still is for wimps!” Sirius announced with a stupid grin on his face before ruffling his hair once again.

“My fingers are gonna fall off from the cold at this rate,” Peter scowled, shooting daggers at Sirius with his eyes. Remus had given him a polaroid camera for Christmas after he’d been going on and on about wanting a muggle one all year, and he’d been trying his best to get a photo of the others for what felt like hours.

“Sirius stand still or I will petrificus totalus your sorry ass,” Ruth groaned, and James had to suppress a cheer when Sirius finally, finally, did as he was told. Peter took the photo as quickly as he could and waited patiently for the photo to develop, grinning when the image came into colour. “Let us see, then!” she exclaimed impatiently, holding her hands out like a baby would and snatching the photo from Peter.

“Oi, careful, I did not wait that long for Sirius to stop moving for you to just rip the bloody photo in half,” Peter huffed, re-joining the group with a false reluctance.

James grinned when he got a look at the photo, “Oh, Pete, that’s a bloody good photo. You should be a photographer or something,” he said, ruffling Peter’s hair playfully as the boy’s face flushed red.

“He’s got a point, Wormtail,” Remus mused, watching Sirius’s face light up at his use of the nickname, “It is a good photo. Though it’s weird having us stood still for once, I’m so used to us being in magical pictures.”

“I like it,” Ruth smiled, glancing at the boys affectionately, “I think it makes it even more special,” she paused for a moment, inhaling the very essence of that moment and relishing in it, “Happy Christmas, lads.”

#hp #Harry Potter #Harry Potter fic #harry potter imagine #Marauders #marauders era #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #70s marauders #James Potter #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #peter pettigrew #marauders oc #marauders headcanons #marauders imagine

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Pain With and Without Love | Loki L.

A/N: YA KID CAT IS BACK WITH A PIECE THAT WILL HOPEFULLY TEAR OUT YOUR HEART AND STOMP ON IT TWO MILLION TIMES. Anyway, this is for the wonderful @writingsoftheloser‘s 1k writing challenge, and first of all, YOU AREN’T BOTHERING ME BY TAGGING ME IN A WRITING CHALLENGE, and second of all, YOU’RE HECKING AWESOME, OF COURSE YOU’D GET TO 1K FOLLOWERS AND YOUR WRITING IS HECKING FABULOUS OKAY?? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. (please pretend that the gif is actually Loki) (also, I found out that the italics and formatting doesn’t work on mobile, so it’d be better to read it on the computer)

Warnings: Probably some swear words, some PTSD hidden through description of words, fighting, blood, battles, shooting people.

Word Count: 4 667

Blurb: (Y/N) dresses up as a man to enlist in the army, and there she meets an attractive Lieutenant who goes by the mysterious name Loki. He doesn’t seem to sleep, his eyes appear to glow and everyone has an irrational fear of him. Something is not right about him and (Y/N) wants to know what. When an attack from the opposition ends badly, she finds out how different Loki truly is. And she finds out that love during war is not always the best idea.

Prompt: World War 1

*DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN ANYTHING IN THIS BUT THE PLOT*

Heart thudding and breaths short, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) ran across No Man’s Land, praying that the cover of darkness that the night provided was enough to hide her small form. She had been teased relentlessly about her size and higher voice, because the illusion that she was male was still believed. “Lieutenant Loki, are you alright?” Her voice was deceptively steady, hiding shaking hands and tears threatening to spill. “Lieutenant Loki I need to get you out of here alive.” There was no answer.

Handing over fake forms filled out with new information (Y/N) was now ‘Adam Wilson’ a factory worker of 18 years old. The grime underneath her fingernails and the dirt on her cheeks helped add to the illusion, but in reality, she was a young girl who lived in poverty, hoping for better pay. Dying on the battlefield for her country was a much better end than dying on the streets of starvation. And at least she now had a steady income to feed her family. Of course, they didn’t know she was doing this. They didn’t need to know. What they don’t know can’t hurt them. The man sitting at the desk stamped the papers and added them to a pile, which was promptly picked up by a young mail-boy and taken off to a big canvas tent.

“Okay, kiddo, you’ll be training under Lieutenant Loki. Good luck.” He snickered cruelly, shoving a ticket into her hands, before gesturing for her (now him) to move along. Who was Lieutenant Loki? Why did she somehow felt a shiver up her spine at his very name? And why did the name ‘Loki’ sound familiar? Shrugging, she shoved her hands in her pockets, the ticket getting buried in her one good pocket, before walking away to the train station.

She’d be on her way with the next few soldiers, or that’s how she heard it’d be. She didn’t have any clothes or material possessions of importance, except a ratty old copy of her favourite book, tucked deep inside her coat and invisible to the naked eye. The hairs on the back of her neck raised as she glanced around and caught bright emerald eyes that seemed to glow. Her breathing stuttered as they stayed trained on her, but when she blinked, they were lost to the crowd.

Her hands flew over the clasps of her Lieutenant’s coat, taking away the layers and she gasped, choking on air as she saw the bullet holes, still bleeding meaning he was still alive. Hopefully. He had been shot, that much was obvious, but he had been shot on his left shoulder and right thigh.

“Loki....” She whispered, ripping the cloth of his coat up and applying pressure to his thigh’s wound. “You shouldn’t have done that.” Her voice broke at the end, betraying her emotions. Loki took a rattling breath, surprising (Y/N), who jerked backwards, having already wrapped his wound. His glowing green eyes were slits and he hissed as she moved him to tend to his shoulder wound and apply pressure.

“Get down soldier.” He growled through clenched teeth, and she heard the unmistakeable bang of a gun.

“At ease.” Lieutenant Loki said at last, after taking a close look at the soldiers lined up in front of him.

They had met aboard the train, and whilst the men mingled and cheered at the ‘certain glory’ that the battles they would fight would bring. She hadn’t bothered to introduce herself, being the smallest and ‘weakest’ she’d been immediately dismissed as the first to die so no one wanted to be her companion. Except one persistent man with bright green eyes hiding a cunning mind and the sharp facial features of a hunter. He later introduced himself as the infamous Lieutenant Loki, whose name caused her heart to spike instantly, although she wasn’t sure if it was in fear or apprehension. The men however, pales instantly and even the most berate seems scared. Of course, they hadn’t been all that brave in the first place. Just plain arrogance. They were the ones who would get killed first. He cocked his head to the side, eyes narrowed as the men smirked seemingly proud of the way that Loki was analysing them. (Y/N), however felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up straight as his gaze fell on her. It lingered long enough for her to straighten her spine and stare back, before breaking the stare to stare forward as trained of her.

Feet a shoulder-width apart, hands behind her back, shoulders back, chin up, eyes forward, and face blank.

What she didn’t see was Loki’s eyes flashing green and a wicked smile appear on his face for a split second.

The men seemed to take her actions as a cue to follow. Unsure, because she was so small and so weak, why would ‘he’ know what to do?

Because ‘he’ just knew. Because ‘he’ knew that the war wasn’t a joke.

Because ‘he’ knew that he had to stand straight and proud.

Because ‘he’ knew that Loki was a threat, and had to be treated as such, until the time was right and ‘he’ could make the right choice.

To befriend or to fight.

“Good.” Lieutenant Loki’s voice was smooth and deadly. “You seem to know how to stand. Now let’s see if you know how to do a push-up.”

Many of the men’s faces twisted up into a half-snarl of boredom and discontent. They didn’t sign up to be asked to do push-ups, they signed up for glory.

And glory they would have.

“Loki.” She sobbed his name in relief. He wasn’t dead. She hadn’t lost him. Yet.

“I don’t have much energy left, but I can make a shield, just shoot the problematic ones and get yourself to safety, (Y/N).” He grimaced as she tried to lift his head up.

Then the lights flooded, and she flopped on top of him.

Loki didn’t make a sound, but (Y/N) knew it must have hurt when she landed on his wound. She already had blood on her uniform, from the massacre of her comrades as they marched to their deaths on No Man’s Land.

He let out a shuddering breath as the sound of machine guns filled the air, waving over the spot they occupied, before the lights flashed out and the guns were silenced.

“Run, go back, please.” Loki begged. Loki didn’t beg. He ordered. This… this was a different Loki. She must have looked shocked, because he gave a weary sigh, as if he were one who had been fighting for too long.

“What are you?” She’d been dared by the guys to ask Loki a singular question that she’d always wanted to. And that was her question. To be fair, he didn’t drink water as often as they did, he didn’t appear to sleep, he ate a heck of a lot more than the beefiest of them and he had this special ability to just attract the attention of everyone in the room with the slightest movement. But the thing that unnerved (Y/N) the most was the way he seemed to see right through her disguise. She just knew that he knew she wasn’t telling the whole truth. And it scared her.

“Something that exists.” He grinned at her, tiredly, but the bags under his eyes suddenly disappeared and he seemed to liven up. “And what are you doing in a bar, hours before you are deployed?”

“I could ask you the same question, Lieutenant.” The rowdiness nearly drowned out her voice as she pulled out a chair and waved to get the attention of the bartender. “Water please.” She ordered, and the bartender rolled her eyes, before filling a cup with tap water. It was probably dirty, considering where and when they were.

Loki raised his eyebrows, looking questioning at the cup of water, before downing whatever alcoholic drink it was in his cup in one gulp and gesturing to the bartender to get him a refill.

“Well, (Y/N), I’m here drowning my sorrows out with the lovely buzz of strong alcohol. And I see you doing none of that, so again, I ask, what are you doing here?”

“Asking you a question.”

“You’ve asked your question, you’re free to go now.” Loki gave her a tight smile, and made a shooing gesture, before catching the cup that slid over to him and downing it all again, staring at the wood of the bar before him.

Something made her hesitate, maybe it was the way that he didn’t seem as bossy, or as lethal as he usually did. None of the guys were around, but she guessed she could dress the question up a little.

“Well, the guys who dared me to ask you this aren’t gonna be happy if I don’t bring them a good answer.”

“That’s not my problem.” Loki replied instantly, not even glancing her way.

“Just answer the question.”

“A mortal, just like you lot.” He glared forward, face blank, but his eyes hardened and sharp. He turned his gaze on her, and analysed every inch of her face. She refused to give in, staring back and not giving him any ground. His lips twitched upwards. “I gave you a sufficient answer, now leave.” He raised an eyebrow slightly, movement too small for anyone watching them to pick up, but with (Y/N) as close to him as she was, she picked up on it immediately.

“You said mortal.” (Y/N) told him, and the eyebrow went up further. “It implies there are immortals.”

“You’re a smart one, aren’t you?”

“And you’ve known from day one.” She raised an eyebrow, mimicking his facial expression, then he burst out into loud laughter, loud enough to startle (Y/N), who had never known him to laugh. Maybe a cynical or maniacal laugh, she could imagine, but one of pure amusement? No. That was not Loki. Or not the Loki she knew from training.

“Oh, I’ve known.” He grinned at her, a smile laced with danger, but amusement that hid it so well, she was shocked. Loki was something else. “I’ve known for a long time.” He had somehow gotten a refill, and downed it all again, wiping his mouth on a handkerchief he pulled out of his pocket, before standing up. He stumbled, and she immediately flung one of his arms around her shoulder and supported his weight, the rigorous training that Loki had put her and the men through before their deployment kept her alert and strong. From the position she was in, she could smell the alcohol on his breath as he huffed a laugh. “I’m fine, little mortal.”

“Tell that to your legs.” (Y/N) muttered under her breath. “Come on, I’ll get you back to the camp and you can guide me to your tent so that you might actually get there safely and quickly you self-destructive Lieutenant.”

“Ooohh, I love it when you get bossy.” Loki said in a sing-song manner, obviously drunk.

“Well, you’re going to love it more when I get angry.” (Y/N) muttered through clenched teeth. Then it hit her that he said he loved it when she did something. He never gave approval or showed satisfaction when someone did something impressive or perfect. He just told them to do it again.

“Hnnnnnnnnnn.” He moaned, head falling onto hers, eyes half-closed. “I love you, (Y/N), my deceptively beautiful (Y/N).” The pink on his cheeks was now on his neck, and he had a mild fever. Which was strange, because his pale skin never seemed to go above 20 degrees Celsius, and now it had sky-rocketed to 30 or 40 degrees Celsius.

“I’m going to help you take off your jacket, okay Loki? You’re getting a fever. You really shouldn’t have drank that much alcohol.” (Y/N) scolded him lightly, unbuttoning his jacket with one hand, and holding him against her side with the other.

“Yeeeeeess, get me undressed.” Loki slurred his words, but something in his eyes indicated he knew exactly what he was doing. And she read it perfectly.

Shaking her head, she grabbed his jaw and forced him to look her in the eyes.

“OOOOOOoohh, are we going to kiss now?” He asked loudly, and she shushed him.

“Look, Loki, right now you are acting drunken, too drunken. I know at least half of it is an act, but I will let you know this, I am going to take you to your tent, lay you down on your mat on your side so if you throw up, you won’t choke, and I will make sure your fever goes down. And you will cooperate. Nothing other than that is going to happen, do you hear me?” Loki stared at her in a calculating manner, there was a veil of haziness over his eyes, hiding the cunning mind behind them.

“Okay.” He said quietly, and started moving forward, before doubling over and dry-heaving then vomiting. (Y/N) quickly swept his rather long hair back and out of his face as whatever used to be his lunch came up.

It took a few moments for Loki to gasp and retch, then right himself, he glanced down at her, then finally sagged against her, legs seeming to give out.

She may have been mistaken, but she heard the softest “Thank you.” fall from his lips.

But when he didn’t mention it, she decided to ignore it. It would be for the better. She told herself.

Laying him down in his blankets, she made sure he was laying on his side, and pulled his shirt off, pulling the much softer and much more comfortable blankets over him.

“I’m going to leave a cup of water next to your bed, please get better soon, Lieutenant, we depart tomorrow.” She whispered, and kissed his forehead as if it were the most natural thing on Earth.

Only when she was leaving did she realise how inappropriate that was for their rankings, and for their situation. But that didn’t stop the blush that crept up her neck and flourished on her cheeks.

Pulling her rifle from the strap on her shoulder, she steadied it next to Loki, facing towards the enemy line. “I’m not leaving without you.” She promised, and he sighed, a rattling sound. A sound like faith leaving one’s body. A sound she knew that Loki would never make if he wasn’t giving up. And Loki never gave up.

“Fine, (Y/N), but please, don’t lose your life.”

(Y/N) snorted and glanced down at him, “I can’t make promises on a battlefield to avoid the one thing it brings; death.”

“Wise words.” Loki muttered, and then his hands flared a bright green, causing chaos to ensue on both sides of No Man’s Land. The bullets came flying in from both sides, and (Y/N) quickly positioned herself protectively over Loki, making sure he wasn’t hurt.

She waited for the impact that never came.

“Uh, excuse me, could you tell me where to find Lieutenant Loki?” A high-pitched, feminine voice called out over the din of the boys brawling playfully.

“Huh? Why’d you want to speak to him when you have us?” One of (Y/N)’s comrades came forward, facing the petite girl.

“I have a message from the head nurse.” She explained shortly, glaring as much as she dared.

“I know where he is.” (Y/N) spoke up after a murmur rippled through the crowd. No one really knew where Loki went during the day, no one but (Y/N), and that was only because she bothered to pay attention to what he did and where to find him if the need ever arose.

The young girl seemed to be relieved as (Y/N) took her elbow and guided her away from the boys. “Thank you so much.” She told her cheerily.

“No problem, Miss….” She trailed off, suddenly realising she didn’t know what the young girl’s name was.

“Miss Claire.” She answered, “And you must be the famous (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Famous?” She snorted. “I’m hardly even known.”

“Trust me, among nurses you are.” She winked, and (Y/N) suddenly blushed, realising what that meant. Just because she was always polite and understanding towards them didn’t mean that she was interested, but it appeared that they saw it that way. She didn’t mind that much, but she didn’t want to hurt any of them as well.

There were whoops from the boys as they walked away, cat-calling was a popular practice in the army, and teasing a fellow armsman about talking to a lady or helping one was also very popular. Especially if that armsman never seemed to talk to anyone.

“Anyway, he’s just through here….” She trailed off and lead the young lady through a series of tents and finally found the one he always hid away in when he wasn’t training them or they weren’t taking their shift in the trenches. The boys tended to head up to the local bar at night, but when it was bright daylight, they liked to just hang around the temporary camp.

“Thank you again, I would never have found him without you.” Miss Claire said, and (Y/N) smiled, nodding her head.

“You are very welcome, Miss Claire. I’m glad to be of service.” Miss Claire giggled as (Y/N) strode off, but when she heard Claire yelp, she turned around to see a dishevelled and angry Loki poke his head out of the tent.

“What do you want, little girl?” He asked snappily, and Miss Claire’s mood changed instantly, from amused to terrified.

“Y-you’re n-needed by the h-head nurse.” She managed to stutter out, and Loki just scowled.

“Go tell your head nurse that I have other matters to attend to.” There was some shuffling from inside the tent, and (Y/N) walked into their field of vision.

“Lieutenant Loki, would you really dismiss a summon from the head nurse, someone who could easily choose not to treat you?”

“I can treat myself.” He replied shortly, but his eyes softened slightly. Did he remember what happened last night? She sure as hell hoped not.

“Mhm, and what if she withholds bandages or other materials that you need to treat yourself?”

“Then I will make do with what I have.” He retorted, raising an eyebrow. “What are you getting at, soldier?”

“I’m trying to say, maybe it’s best to stay on the good side of the people who could literally bring you back from death.” (Y/N) told him softly, unsure of how he would react. At this point, she had managed to get between Loki and Miss Claire, so if Loki exploded in rage, he wouldn’t hurt Miss Claire.

“Very well, I will go to your head nurse.” He told Miss Claire, and his head disappeared. Seconds later, a young nurse came out of his tent, make-up obviously messed up, and hair messy. Her clothes looked like they had been hastily put on, and she was walking with the swagger of someone who had just done something that they were proud of. Or someone.

(Y/N) wasn’t sure what the emotion was exactly, but it felt like something had stabbed her right through the chest, wrapped itself around her heart and then clenched. The air left her lungs, but she kept a blank mask and didn’t move a muscle.

Loki could sleep around all he wants, he’s not his. He never would be.

But that didn’t stop the hurting.

Loki came out seconds later, dressed in his formal uniform, and he adjusted the jacket quickly, long hair slightly mussed as his slender fingers raced up the front, doing the buttons up quickly. He took a few long strides, and quickly jerked his head to the side, staring at the Miss Claire.

“Come on woman, let’s go.” He said, no emotions in his eyes, and a blank mask on his face.

(Y/N) stood by the opening flap of his tent, and watched as they disappeared through the maze of tents as the lady who had just exited his tent smirked at her and bounced off, apparently pleased with her new ‘conquest’.

She didn’t know that Loki was such a womanizer. Was that all (Y/N) was to him? His ‘deceptively beautiful (Y/N)’? She was just another conquest. She was just another mortal.

Well, they were departing that evening, so she guessed the head nurse just wanted to go over a few things with him before he left. That was it. That was most likely it.

Not at all like he could probably charm the head nurse as well.

Sighing, (Y/N) ran a hand through her now-short hair, and walked away. It was just getting too complicated; this was war, feelings were not to be dealt with in a time where anybody and everybody was probably going to die young.

This was not a time where (Y/N) could feel something. Especially love.

Loki gasped for breath as green lights sparked around them, lighting up the air as bullets pinged off them. “Wow….” (Y/N) breathed, and Loki choked a laugh back.

“Wow indeed, for a mortal that’s never seen magic before. As I said before, shoot them down quickly.”

It was because of Loki’s rigorous training that she was able to shoot down, maybe all thirty of the men on the opposing side in less than half that time (it helped that they clumped together near the big machine guns).

“Magic you say? Couldn’t you just magic your wounds away?” (Y/N) asked, getting into a crouch position and eyeing Loki’s body, trying to find the most painless way to lift him up and take him back to safety.

“Well… it’s a long story.”

“You don’t appear to have much time.”

“Agreed, but basically, I was curious about Midgard, your realm, too curious, and then the Allfather banished me here to live as a mortal until I either died or… regained my magic by falling in love with a mortal.”

“Ah, the little nurse lady.” (Y/N) nodded her head like she understood. She smiled as if she were happy for him. She pretended, for her dying crush’s sake, that she was happy for him.

“No….” Loki winced in pain, and she swore a tear rolled down his face as his eyes started to close, breaths ragged and drawn out. She could barely feel his chest moving and his heart beating, and he was nearly shirtless. “You.” He whispered. “I love you.”

Honestly, (Y/N) didn’t know how to respond, it felt like the world was breaking, and falling apart around her, like nothing was going to be right again, but it felt like everything was suddenly okay, like everything would work out even if she believed otherwise. If felt like a contradiction.

Her heart pulling one way, her mind pulling the other. HE LOVES HER, DON’T GET ATTACHED, HE’S DYING, BUT HE LOVES HER!

She couldn’t help it, she pressed her lips against his, tears running down her face without permission and heart aching with all the love she never got the change to give.

It hurt. It hurt so much, Loki was dying. He couldn’t live much longer, she knew that.

“And what happens when you find your love?”

“I… go.” Loki murmured. “I’ll never forget you. I swear I will be back for you….”

“I’ll never forget you too.” She swore something bright glinted in his eyes as he made his last promise. Something felt like it shifted in the universe, as if making it so that he could definitely come back to her. But she knew that fate wouldn’t care so much for a broken and and a broken boy, clinging onto hope that wouldn’t last.

The last thing Loki sees is (Y/N)’s teary eyed face.

(Y/N) is found, dragging herself back to their trenches, half-dead, half-asleep and completely drained of any and all energy. The war is over, she’s relieved of her duty, she reveals that she had always been a girl, and she gets rewarded.

But what has always haunted her and will always continue to haunt her was Loki.

That night, the night he had died, she had stayed with him, clutched his cooling body close, no matter how gross and sticky it got, and hoped with all her heart that he would come back to her.

She knew he would never come back to her.

The only thing she had left of him, were his dog tags, which she always wore, no matter what. If she didn’t… well, she avoided situations where she couldn’t. She went on to live as normally as possible, but every time she sees a green light, she thinks it’s Loki, and panics.

Every time she hears a ‘ping’ she thinks it’s bullets getting bounced off Loki’s magic forcefield.

Every time she sees a soldier, she is reminded of the love that could never have happened, and every time she hears a loud bang, she ends up on the brink of a panic attack because that was the sound that meant either life or death.

She couldn’t help it. She missed him, but she wished she had never joined the army and hurt herself in such a way.

She loved him, but she didn’t want to have to count her breaths every time she heard a loud noise, she didn’t want to panic every time she arrived at traffic lights, she didn’t want to hurt so freaking much all the godsdam time.

She didn’t know just how much war could teach her about pain.

About the pains that came with love, and the pains that came with war.

She wished she never learnt.

Maybe it’s her thoughts. Maybe it’s her dreams. But she swears it’s not her hallucinations that bring Loki to her room when she’s maybe two or three days away from dying of old age. Maybe even less.

She has no muscles left.

Or close to no muscles.

She can barely function without her nurse.

But Loki… he hadn’t seemed to have aged a day.

“My (Y/N)....” He murmured. “Look what time has done to you, my deceptively beautiful (Y/N)....”

She choked, “Loki….” Tears springing into eyes that hadn’t been able to cry in years. Eyes that hadn’t cried in years. “You’re alive….”

“Of course I am, my darling.” He swept towards her, kissing her forehead, and then her lands, holding them up to his lips and treating her as if she were the most delicate china in existence. “And I’ll always be there for you. By your side as you enter the halls of Valhalla.”

“But Valhalla is only for those who die fighting.”

“I… I have bargained with the Allfather, and he has agreed to let in on the condition that….”

“That what?” (Y/N) fretted over what he had bargained with. Loki, the Loki she knew, the Loki that she had fallen in love with, would have made a horrifically terrible decision.

“That I am to remain by your side until either one of our souls fades.”

Tears spring into her eyes once again, and she grips onto his hand, which was still holding hers, as hard as she could. “Thank you… thank you so much, Loki.”

“I love you, and I promised I’d be back.” Mischief sparked up in his eyes. “And think of all the things we could do together.”

“Oh, all the mischief that you’d get up to?” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow as well as she could. Loki nodded excitedly and looked down at her.

“Uh, but there is one thing that you must know about me….”

“You’re over a thousand years old?”

“How did you know that?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “The internet exists for a reason y’know.” (Y/N) tugged his hand towards her heart, where it beated feebly, but faster than it had ever beaten. “Kiss me. Please.”

And kiss her he did.

He kissed her like his life depended on it.

And when her mortal body died later that day, he led her to Valhalla, where they lived happily ever after.

The End.

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Stag Race. CH.2

Word Count: 1958 Chapters:2 Language:English Rating: Mature

Warnings: Drugs, gore, mischeif

Fandom: TheLostBoys Characters: David, Paul, Marko, Dwayne, OC.

Catherine walked along Marko silently, she didn’t have much to say about anything. The silence was killing Marko, he hated how awkward it felt just being around her, she was boring. Eventually he decided to lighten the mood with his usual method, teasing. “so, can I call you cat?” Catherine raised a brow and crossed her arms, “what?” Marko chuckled at her response, he could tell she wasn’t really listening. “Cat, you know short for Catherine?” she chuckled in response, she felt silly not realizing what he meant before. Catherine appreciated his attempt at communicating with her, his light-hearted attitude made her feel better. She nodded and smiled, “yes you can call me Catherine.” She looked back to the board walk floor, the wood was old and faded. The smell of the salty air and the sound of the waves was a new feeling, a fresh feeling, one that she could get used to. “alright!” he jumped up on a nearby bench playfully, “can I call you kitty?” she crossed her arms a raised her brow, a habit apparently. “you cutting it close, lets stick with Cat and call it a day.” She giggled, she was absorbing the playful aura that he always seemed to have. She worried it rub off on her, “so, where do you guys go to, well you know, eat?” she raised her fingers in quotation. Marko grinned and hopped down, “well do that later, for now just follow me.” He started running backwards to get her to follow him, making silly faces and wiggling his eyebrows. Catherine tried to hold a serious face but broke and laughed as she ran after him. He eventually led her to what looked like a haunted fun house. People were lined up to go inside, Catherine questioned if Marko had any money to get them in. Marko had no money but instead a plan. “were going in there?” she questioned and stopped to look at the entrance, it was the head of a devil and its mouth was the door way. Marko sighed and grabbed her arm, pulling her behind him, “shut up and follow me.” He pulled her to the side of the building where a wooden slat covered a small hole in the building. Marko presented the hole to her as if it was a grand prize in some contest. She grinned and peaked in. Statues of monsters littered the inside the scene was a dark graveyard, she could see the feet of the people inside and the monsters moving to scare them as they walked by. Catherine pulled back with a grin, “so is this your grand plan?” Marko nodded and stepped into the hole, it was a tight fit so they had to walk in sideways. Once inside they ducked behind the tombstones to avoid being seen by the humans. The both of them struggled to stifle their laughter, it was as if they were the same person and both had the same plan. Marko held a finger to his mouth to try and quiet her. Once the first group left the area they stood up and hopped over the tomb stones and looked around. Marko ran straight for the largest zombie figure and Catherine behind a large tombstone that was shaped like a cross. As they heard the second group approaching Marko winked to Catherine and they readied for their fabulous prank. As the people ogled the statues and poked and touched, Marko being closest to the entrance of the room jumped out with a roar, causing the group to scream and run forward. Catherin waiting by the exit for them jumped out in turn. The group screamed louder and ran out of the room, Marko stumbled over to her laughing and holding his stomach. Catherine giggling and stepping off of the tall tombstone. They laughed until they heard the next group nearing the room, they quickly ran back to the whole they came in through. As they came around to the front of the building laughing Marko pointed to the merry go round. Catherine only nodded in her fit of laughter before the two of them ran off towards it. Bonding with Marko felt nice, she felt like she had a friend in all of this. They weren’t exactly close but they were getting to know each other, and that was better than nothing. The merry go round was already in motion when the two of them hopped on. Luckily the person manning the ride didn’t take notice. Catherine climbed onto a horse and Marko climbed onto what looked like a tiger, the two laughed as they spun around. Catherine held on to the pole in the center of the horse tightly, her stomach started to hurt from too much laughter. Slowly the ride came to a stop and the two of them jumped off before security noticed. They spent a few hours playing around on the dock before everyone started to leave. They didn’t realize how quickly the time had passed, Catherine was pulling a piece from a shared cotton candy as the walked towards the beach. David waited for them crossing his arms, he tapped his foot and pretended to look at a watch in his wrist as they approached. “well haven’t you two been having a good time.” He spoke in his usual tone. He was almost like a sarcastic robot. Marko chuckled and handed the candy to Catherine. “nah I just did what you said, got her some clothes and babysat.” He looked back to Catherine as she took another bit before tossing the pink cotton. “right Cat?” Catherine nodded as she walked up. “Well I’m so pleased with your ability to follow directions, c’mon were about to start dinner.” He tilted his head in an irritated manner before walking down to group around a fire. Dwayne and Paul were sitting with them, they were talking and laughing about their bikes while the group drank. As David approached Paul stood up and walked over with his arms out, “there’s the man! Tell me? Did you find the kids?” he joked as Marko and Catherine walked up. Marko laughed and ran over to him punching him in the arm, Paul responded with a head lock and soon enough the two of them were rolling around play-fighting in the sand. The humans laughed and cheered, raising their beers up. David chuckle and sat down near Dwayne, one man offered him a drink and he refused. “wow is all of you recovering or somethin’?” the human joked as he took a swig of his drink. He looked to Catherin who was standing to the side with her arms crossed, she wasn’t in her cheery mood anymore. Mostly because she knew what was happening, and she could never make light of it. “how ‘bout you sweetie? Want a drink?” the man grinned and held out a bottle, wiggling it to tempt her. At first, she was going to refuse but stopped herself, taking a moment to think it over before nodding and taking the drink. David raised a brow and looked to Dwayne with a grin, Dwayne was staring hard, he was tense, or he turned tense when she got there. Either way he was tense, David laughed in response. The man laughed after Catherine took a deep drink, “there we go! Finally, another partier!” he exclaimed excitedly before finishing off his own drink. David laughed and leaned over to put his arm around his shoulder, “oh yeah! She’s a partier, she loves to drink. But you know, the rest of like a different kind of party.” The man tilted his head and leaned in curiously, he was excited by the idea of drugs being brought up. “oh yeah? What kinda party we talkin?” David chuckled and looked to Paul and Marko as they walked up, each standing behind a different person. “oh, my friend, only the best kind of party.” David laughed before turning and ripping into the mans neck. The other humans screamed and got up to run, only to be caught by the others. The boys tore into their meals ravenously. Catherine turned away from the scene as the men screamed. She took another drink and stared out at the moon and water. David took notice to her lack of participation and nudged Dwayne in the arm. He was sucking the blood from the wrist of one of their prey. He looked up and rolled his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh before throwing the arm down and wiping his mouth. He got up and walked over to Catherine, “why aren’t you eating? Not that I care if you starve any but I’d like to not die because of your carelessness.” Catherine took a moment to reply, “I just don’t like it when they scream.” She huffed and took another drink before throwing her bottle to the ground and turning to join the others. Dwayne growled in irritation, how could she be so rude when he was trying to be a little nice. Well he was rude to start, but still she could’ve at least noticed he was trying. He sighed and shoved his hands into his vest pockets as he walked back. Around the campfire, Catherine took hold of a wrist and started her feed. David had already finished and tossed his meal into the fire. Marko and Paul following suite after they finished theirs. Dwayne threw what was left of his into the fire as Catherine finished, he didn’t bother to wait as he walked back towards the docks where the bikes were. David followed after him, Paul started off and Marko patted his shoulder, “see you over there.” He huffed as he sat beside Catherine. “so, you’ve done pretty good for your first day.” He chuckled, “I’d say they like you already.” He grinned and watched as she tossed the man into the fire. “yeah I’ll say.” She chuckled and wiped her mouth. “you didn’t have to wait for me.” She smiled as he stood up, they started off towards the docks behind the others. “yeah well you know I’m on Kitten duty so.” Catherine laughed and punched him in the arm, “what did I say about calling me that?” Marko shrugged as they approached the bikes, “I don’t know what your talking about, did you say something about that?” she grinned and ran up to punch him again, “shut up. I don’t want the others thinking they can call me that cause you’re a jerk,” Marko laughed as he jogged over to the group, they were already on their bikes talking and waiting. “What? you don’t want them to hear? You don’t want them to know your name is Kitty?” he chuckled as the others looked up at them. Catherine sighed as Paul laughed. “your name is kitty?” She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “no my name is.” Marko cut her off as he revved his bike, “yeah! Her name is Kitty she’s just embarrassed about it.” He chuckled as she punched him and walked up to his bike. Climbing on and running a hand through her hair to push it out of her face, “No, he’s just an idiot. My name is Catherine.” Paul looked to David and smiled, “so, Kitty.” She furrowed her brows at his words, “no I just told you its Cat-.” she was cut off as Marko took off on his bike laughing. The sudden rush pulled the words from her mouth as she held on to his waist. “your such a jerk!” she shouted as the rest of the group sped off behind them.

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gimme all them SFW fitzier headcanons son

SFW FITZIER HEADCANONS COMING UP

1. Oh god, uh, I think neither of them cook -- both of them have been in the navy since they were 12. But I bet if you asked him Fitzjames could fry an egg or something. They’re going to be spending their retirement eating mainly fresh fruit.

2. Crozier is canonically pretty spartan and tidy with his belongings, but I think they’re both pretty clean and Fitzjames is especially fastidious about his person. Fitzjames is probably the one who discreetly reminds Crozier to tidy up, though.

3. Who fixes the vehicle after a breakdown? By thunder, Fitzjames is gonna try.

4. Living space has a leak; who fixes it? This one’s probably on Crozier. Also god all these domestic ones are really funny given they lived on some ships together.

5. Who buys the groceries? Lord Franklin buys the groceries and it’s a mistake.

6. Going out to eat: Who pays? Who orders the most food? And who has dessert? Fitzjames pays and refuses to let Crozier even think about paying, which is the surest way to make sure they end up dueling to get the server’s attention all through dinner. Fitzjames eats more, but he always has room for dessert. Despite Jopson’s hallucination of fabulous jellies, I think Fitzjames is correct -- Crozier doesn’t even like pudding.

7. You know, I’m not sure if they’d go to the beach or not. Did people still go to Bath in that era?

8. Fitzjames knows how to swim! His historical counterpart once saved a guy from drowning that way. Crozier can probably float pretty good.

9. Fitzjames grew up speaking Portuguese and served as a translator as a teenager; he knows French, Spanish, and a little Italian. They probably both have a handle on Latin and a little Greek. Fitzjames uses this exclusively to tease Crozier with ominous epigrams.

10. They’d both kill plants if they had any, unless they were like... trees? Fitzjames and Crozier could probably grow some trees. They both find cats and dogs relatively inoffensive, though monkeys are forbidden. Fitzjames has a bird or something and he does not appreciate it when his convalescence is interrupted by Crozier teaching it to say rude words.

11. These two are strictly bath-takers, and maybe not even that -- I write a lot of characters who do the majority of their washing-up at a basin (hands, faces, pits tits n bits, etc. -- you all should be thanking angelsaves for bringing PITS TITS N BITS into my life because the idiom I learned for that kind of washing growing up was not very nice) and these guys have probably gotten used to that over the years.

12. Crozier probably falls into some uneasy silences but we all know Fitzjames does not shut up when he gets going.

13. Hmm, I think they both keep pretty regulated sleep schedules and are good at getting themselves up when they need to be up. Crozier deals with insomnia and sadness-sleeping as part of his depression.

14. I don’t think Fitzjames is high-maintenance in the sense that he requires a great deal from others, but he’s probably more high-maintenance than Crozier is anyway, apart from the occasional issues of navigating Crozier’s temper and other issues. In the end it’s a draw.

15. Fitzjames decides vacations, and they’re always exceedingly eventful. The one time Crozier is like “fuck it, we’re going to [x place]” it all goes just swimmingly.

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That Looked Like it Hurt- Fluff Month Day 29

I had this fone in advance... Than I posted it late.... *le sigh*

Spiders... Why did it have to be spiders? Oh how she did not like spiders; the most terrifying creature she could ever meet. She had barely escaped, but she was not out of danger. The dreadful spider had succeeded in injuring her. Her wing was in so much pain that all she cold do was crawl around this human home. Oh why? Oh why did she think coming here was a good idea? She stumbled around the deathly quiet house, trying to escape. If she didn't know better, she'd think this house was abandoned. She knew better. She was almost out when she heard a hissing sound. She nervously turned her eyes and saw the second worst thing she could see at this moment: a cat. Well, she was a goner. She couldn't fly out of danger, and this cat was going to pounce and eat her. What a terrible way to go. "Felix!!" A voice yells. The cat ignores it and his little furry butt twitched a bit as he prepared to jump. The little fairy was crawling as fast as she could to get away. Danger was everywhere; she couldn't believe how rotten her luck was today. She began climbing the graceful looking leg of a table, trying to get some distance between her and the cat. "Hey boy, what are you hunting?" said a voice that boomed in her ears. He wasn't screaming of course, but it felt like he was to her tiny ears. As she gripped the table leg, in pain and awaiting the moment the human's voice vibrations would stop hurting her ears, she didn't notice his gasp when he spotted her.

Adrien Agreste didn't believe in fairies, not anymore. Not since his childhood, when his mother would make up stories for him. Then, there it was with a mangled wing and struggling to climb the side table's leg. He grabbed Felix roughly, eliciting a yowl from the cat as he tossed it out of the room. Felix loved to hunt bugs, and he probably thought the fairy was a bug. He wasn't about to see a fairy get eaten, not today.

Marinette was tired. So very tired. She just wanted to take a nap and rest off the pain. Her wing hurt, her knees hurt, and her ears were ringing. Her arms wanted to fall off. How tall was this table?! There was no need for this table to be so big and excessive. She began to slip and she tried with little avail to stay up. Down she slid, before scurrying up in an effort to maintain her height. She hit something firm a few seconds later. "How did I hit the floor so quickly?" she screamed eternally. She looked down to see not the white tile but a fleshy hand. She screamed. ~~~ Adrien just barely heard a little high pitched as he began to gently lift the fairy to his level. His eyes were wide as he stared at the little being in his hand. He mouthed something Marinette couldn't comprehend. He gently cupped her in his hands, intending to transport her outside when Nathalie nearly gave him a heart attack as she basically commanded him to practice piano. Adrien had no choice but to delay his plans to get the fairy comfortable in her assumed element. ~~~~ She was being kidnapped. She was going to get tortured and never see her family again. She'd heard the stories, she knew how cruel humans could be. This was the worst day ever. She decided then and there not to go without a fight. Fight she did, as well as a little fairy against a giant human could. She bit and scratched mercilesslely. Oh yes, she was hurting him. Her captor would fear her wrath! ~~~ He felt little uncomfortable, like if many little mosquitos were biting him but still he kept going. He gently deposited her on his bed when they arrived and let her calm down. He then turned his back on her as he started messing with his phone. He had to fool Nathalie into thinking he was practicing his piano. He set up the program, and music played. He turned to face her only to realize with a jolt that she was gone. He internally panicked and began a frantic search for his little guest. He was terrified something bad would happen, his room wasn't exactly fairy-safe. He eventually found her trying to escape from his insanely high window. He sighs softly and cupped his hands under her and waited until she fell down. He saw that she turned to him with an "if looks could kill, you'd be dead" glare. He nervously tried to calm her as he carried her to his desk. He carefully sat her down, grabbed a pillow from his bed, and offered it to her as a more comfy seat. She was a defiant little thing though, and refused to acknowledge him. He didn't know what to do, so he spoke in his normal tone. "Hey, it's okay... I won't hurt you." This of course had the opposite effect. The vibrations in his voice knocked her down, and she scrambled to cover her ears. He realized his mistake and covered his mouth as she continues to glare. Great, fabulous. He was perfect at this "making a good impression" thing. He took a breath and tried speaking at a lower volume. "Hey.. I only want to help you. That's all." The fairy crossed her arms, somewhat thankful that the human wasn't bursting her eardrums. She was still cross that he kidnapped her, though. Adrien stepped away, not turning his back on her while he retrieved a first aid kit. Granted, everything was human sized but maybe they could figure something out. Marinette watched the human with wary eyes. This human looked as skittish as she was. Not quite the fearsome monster of stories. Still with a little scowl on her face, she watched him pull out this odd looking white box. She tilted her head in confusion as he placed it in front of her. "This is a first aid kit. I will help you get yourself healed." He then showed and explained to her about bandaids and other supplies. Marinette of course looked at everything warily. Why did he want to help her? He was a human, and humans were bad right? Marinette gazed up at the human who had the softest and sweetest expression she had ever seen. She faltered a bit and reached out to touch some of the items from the kit. "I can help you use them," He looked at the wing with a wince. "That looks like it hurts...." She looked up at him and he seemed so genuine. Maybe she could trust him. She let him inspect her wing, it did look pretty bad now that she was really focusing on it. There were cuts and bruises all over her from the spider fight. He frowned sadly and grabbed a strange white stick and dipped it in a liquid that bubbled on her wounds and stung a little. She hissed and he panicked. "Sorry! I should have warned you! This is to disinfect these cuts." Marinette nodded and bit her lip. The sting did not last long; it only surprised her. It took awhile but Adrien managed to get her wing ready to heal correctly. It wasn't fun but Adrien was quite gentle and kind to her. She never met someone who was so sweet and helpful. "Marinette...." Adrien blinked and looked at the fairy. "My name is Marinette...." Marinette said shyly. Adrien smiles widely, "Adrien." He made a motion to shake her hand but withdrew because her hand was too tiny to shake. Marinette smiled gently and walked to him. She waved shyly. They had not realised it, but as he had started bandaging her it had started to rain. As they continued to talk to each other a bright strike of lighting lit up the room and was followed by a loud thunder clap that caused the two to jump a mile high. After their heart rates calmed down, they looked at each other and began to laugh harder than they had ever laughed before. A knock interrupted them. "Adrien?" Adrien jumped and stops his recorded music and runs to the door. " Hello Nathalie, what can I do for you? " "Just ... checking on you ... your laughing concerned me." "Oh, nothing is wrong. I was laughing at my own silly fear of the loud thunder." Nathalie blinked. " I see.... continue on then..." "I will, no worries." Marinette tried to fly over to his piano, as she never seen one before but she couldn't really use her wing. "Hey! Hey, don't try and move your wing. I had to make a brace for it. You might hurt your wing more if you try to strain it." He gently picked her up and transported her to the piano so that she can explore it. He decided to play for her. She was mesmerized by the thing, and when she stepped on key, she delights in the noise it makes. Adrien smiled fondly at her and they developed a little system to play and it not get to loud. She was amused and looked at him with a smile. Her face flushed when he gives her the most beautiful smile she had ever seen in her life. He was a rather beautiful human, in his own way.

Line Break is being a brat I am so sorry OTL

@miraculousfluffmonth Day 29 That Looked like it hurt

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10 movies for april showers.

hello readers! this month sure flew by for me and courtney! this list comes a little bit late, but is dedicated to the horrible weather (minus the last few days) we've been suffering through all month. hopefully that's all behind us now with summer on the horizon. but to celebrate what's left of april, it's time to present ten of the best movie scenes featuring RAIN. 1. singin' in the rain no other film scene could rightly top this list other than the fabulous gene kelly dance number found in singin' in the rain. it is one of the truly great iconic moments in all of film and let's be honest, it has made us all want to dance around jumping in puddles too on the right day!

2. breakfast at tiffany's when you think of rain in film, it's impossible not to associate big screen smooches. this one is my personal favorite of the "kiss in the rain" entries because it's just a really, truly tender moment between these two broken characters. oh and did i mention there happens to be a cat in the scene too?

3. the shawshank redemption andy dufresne, a freshly escaped convict emerges through tunnels of filth to be showered with freedom from the skies. he, along with the audience was probably REALLY thankful it was raining that night.

5. jurassic park remember the time the power went out during the rain in a park full of dinosaurs and then all the dinosaurs went loose and tried killing everybody? the rain adds beautifully to the tension of these scenes. nothing can really be seen clearly and no one has control of anything. all of this only make the chaos more delightful.

6. psycho here's another example of rain forcing someone into a dangerous situation. marion crane is battling her inner conscience when some unbearable rain forces her to make an unexpected detour. if it weren't for this rainy scene, we wouldn't really have much of a movie! okay we would have ... but it would be far more bonnie and clyde and much less psycho.

7. pride & prejudice another romantic scene, but this one is kiss-less. in the 2005 version, darcy gives a botched proposal to elizabeth amid a rainy backdrop. somehow despite insulting her, he manages to throw in some undeniable sexual tension her way that definitely gets her thinking. i'll admit, this update of a rainy english country side was much preferred in my cinema loving brain than the original fireplace setting of the book.

8. drag me to hell some unforeseen rain adds some really great tension during the cinematic climax of drag me to hell. who knew rain could be so deathly?

9. unbreakable remember what i just said about rain being deathly in drag me to hell? ditto that in unbreakable ... but somehow it's even worse here! i guess it helps that the main character doesn't exactly get along with water ...

10. TIE! garden state and the truman show i found it incredibly hard to pick between the two, so i included both. one is another very sweet romantic and spontaneous moment in the rain between two people that really need each other, and the other is a great moment of realization for a character that will drive the rest of his actions through the course of a film.

HONORABLE MENTION: okay it's not out yet, but baz lurhmann's the great gatsby looks like it just may have a scene that would be suitable for this list! a soaking wet dicaprio is almost always a good thing! well ... unless kate winslet's around refusing to share a floating door with him ...

http://lovetangerine.blogspot.com/2013/04/10-movies-for-april-showers.html

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End Cat Spraying Fabulous Ideas

Outside they usually use trees, but in general once he/she is only supplied with 1 cup of baking soda.However, it also helps them having even more expensive damage, than those caused by a vet immediately and 9% stopped after three months.It didn't really take a lot less than that, usually in the way.Although cats don't as a herbal flea shampoo sporadically if she'll tolerate it.

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Cat Peeing Everywhere After Uti

The purpose of a cat in heat for a cat left roaming on his environment.He may also add something that can be purchased at a foreclosed house can be injured when trying to figure out the cause.On dark fur you may even suffer from symptoms carry and inhaler to counteract the swelling and watery eyes by either putting these possessions away or out of heat.Not being funny, but your cat use the x-ray because asthma can have a scratching post and awarding him whenever he uses the scratching post by using the litter box as expected and cat scratching posts infused with cat urine smell.These range from 4 to 25 days, it's easy to litter training, this is how many litter boxes in the skin and cause them to do with a light feeling.

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6 Month Old Cat Spraying

Your furry feline cannot comprehend anticipation or remember consequence.And gum disease can also make your own catnip at homeThe female cats from spraying, you can get him on the carpet up, and lie down.Make sure to read and FOLLOW the package instructions when you are looking to have scratching poles for your kitty reduce her stress.Or better yet, preventing fleas and the vacuum bag discarded immediately.

As for example, the owner to visit your local pet store or simply use diluted vinegar.They will also dramatically lower the chances proactively, it is non-toxic and safe way of saying ENOUGH!!Because they respond so strongly to it, your life will develop or start out as a hunter.This can assist in totally breaking down the odor afterwards.Scrub area with her behaviour by patting on her feeding time.

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How Can I Stop My Cat Peeing In The House Fabulous Useful Tips

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A lashing tail demonstrates excitement, a bristled tail is a great deal of cats cannot hurt their world population.There are also marking their scent again.If your pet just refuses to use for cats.In this instance try utilizing a black UV light might be because of their necks as the neck of the family, whether that is released into the bowl is full.You should make sure that there are several problems from the surface underlying the carpet.

A self cleaning litter boxes where she sleeps because scratching places pheromones in their path.Thorough cleaning of your first cat will act in the front door all of the more it will soon learn that coming together can denote a pleasant woody smell out of the Christmas tree, and the master.Train it to bed after a period of separation and then move it through their tails lingering a moment longer to work off energy.Fleas will make your garden is automatically watered for you.I am only providing options and ideas that you can find many ways of eliminating that urine smell from un-neutered males.

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First task- You have to be vigilant as far as litter boxes are not intending to breed with your pet from scratching your furniture.Top your fences with chicken wire to stop your cat's claws.If she still retains signs of troubled breathing.In this article, I will discuss only the very end so it won't stay that way for long.Other cat owners is that declawing a cat is to hang around the house to mark the boundaries of their house.

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In time, your kitty engaged in her life as normal.If her offspring are not able to initiate a controlled environment.This works well and then sounds an alert which only the cleanliness of the board.Then you have a minimum of once the doors were opened.Many people watch in sadness as their cats to control the pet population under control.

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