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think about. and it's au where miguel ended up as miles mentor instead of Peter B
#into the spiderverse#spider man: into the spider verse#across the spiderverse#spider man: across the spider verse#itsv#atsv#miles morales#miguel o'hara#spiderman 2099#it would be so much more of a shitshow#but its a shitshow i wanna watch#whether peter b is still there and just off to the side or never ended up there in the first place is undecided#but regardless
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2012 tmnt is such a paradox of a show because the majority of the series makes me never wanna watch it again and just watch Rise or 2003
(Donnie and April, Leo and Karai step-sibling romance bullshit, the space arc, the fact the show can’t write women for shit and makes all of them love interests besides like… Alopex I think, dumbing down Casey so much where its not lovable dumbassery its just annoying, teases you with interesting traits or details of a character but then never spoken about again, the sexualization of April who is fifteen years old, treating homeless people as a joke when in 2003 they at least treated them as people and not a punchline)
But then it’ll have really emotional character moments or really compelling storylines and it’ll drag you back in and you forget the absolute shitshow you just witnessed. Like this show has made me cry but also makes me wish it never existed at all. (I shit you not i got emotional just going to the mikey episode to get a screenshot)
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Round 1 - Side A
Galahad art credit @spiralstain
Propaganda below ⬇️
Junk Rat
I wish his Catholicism meant if he got killed in game it would take him 3 days to respawn
Galahad
OKAY SO . "Galahad (played by Jonny d'Ville): a travelling preacher/religious zealot who is told to sit in the Siege Seat by Merlin, and discovers the fact that Fort Galfridian is falling into the star Avalon. He sparks the quest for the GRAIL, and willingly goes to his death to overcome its final defences." DUDE SAT IN THE CHAIR THAT IS KNOWN FOR KILLING PEOPLE BECAUSE HIS CRUSH [MERLIN] [AKA HANGED MAN] [AKA DRUMBOT BRIAN] TOLD HIM TO . SORRY I THINK THATS REALLY FUNNY. he found out the whole shitshow of a spacestation he lived on was gonna fall into the sun and he went around yelling about it incomprehensibly and got fucking gunned down trying to get the GRAIL and just kept going through the gunfire because of how Religious [tm] he was . he died . in once and future king it just "galahad's blind faith" . also hellfire goes really hard . he is the definition of going insane with the knowledge of the universe . also jonny dville played him thats bonus points
There was a prophet. The prophet gave three separate people three separate instructions. 1. Stop being racist 2. Love your son 3. Sit in the Chair That Makes People Insane Galahad received number three. He was the only one who followed the instructions. He sat in the Chair That Makes People Insane, saw the sun for the first time, and immediately starts preaching about how everyone will burn in hellfire
i dont know anything about this guy i just wanna help make Kai happy please dont like not count my submission just because i dont know anythinf except for the Kills You Chair im trying my best im sorry 😭
his themesong is called hellfire and it slaps btw go listen to it. anyways he is my blorbo blingus he is Deeply unwell i could fix him but also whatever is wrong with him is incredibly fascinating to watch. a robot dude who's been hanging from the gallows since forever told him 'hey go sit in the Chair That Kills People Who Sit In It' and he was like 'I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT MY ENTIRE LIFE'. the getting-his-brain-fried thing definitely made him worse but he was also clearly kind of fucked up before that. his death is probably one of my favorite scenes in any mechs album. maybe just straight up my favorite. ahem. SAY WHAT YOU WILL ABOUT FAITH, BUT IT CAN HAVE POWERFUL EFFECTS ON THOSE THAT HAVE IT. IT CAN KEEP YOU FROM FALTERING AS THE BULLETS START TO SLAM INTO YOU. IT CAN KEEP YOU WALKING AS YOU LEGS ARE SHOT TO BLOODY STUMPS. IT CAN KEEP YOU LAUGHING AS YOUR LUNGS ARE FILLED WITH SHRAPNEL AND LEAD. IT CAN KEEP YOU SMILING AS HALF YOUR FACE IS BLOWN AWAY. IT CAN KEEP A MAN LIKE GALAHAD STANDING TALL UNTIL THE GUNS. CLICKED. DRY. anyways go listen to high noon over camelot <3
my friends my people my... flock I HAVE HAD A VISION!! A VAST FIERY ORB FLOATIN IN AN ENDLESS VOID!! and there so small so feagile US!!! BUT FALLIN FALLIN FALLIN INTO THE FLAMES!!! your soul is connected to the world youre in youre draggin it down with the weight of your sin surrounded by temptation and y'just give in we're fallin into the flames OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HEEEEELLLLLLFIIIRE YOUR BROW BECOMES SLICK AS YOU PERSPIRE YOU THINK YOURE THIRSTY NOW WAIT TIL IT GETS DRIER AND YA FEEL THE HEAT OF THE FLAMES OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE YOUR SICK AND SINFUL LIES WILL BUILD A FUNERAL PYRE YOUR PERVERSION SCARS THE STATION SON ITS GONAN FRY HER AND WE ALLLLLL FALL INTO THE FLAMES... oh i have SEEN DAMNATION MY BROTHERS!! ive FELT its searing heat within my VERY BONES !!!!!!! but there is a way me be saved... "OH TELL US FATHER GALAHAD, TELL US" I HEAR YOU CRY "IS IT PIETY IS IT PURITY IS IT VIRTUE?" NO!!! ONLY WAY TO SAVE US NOW IS THE HOLY GRAIL ITSELF... HAHAHAHAHHAAAA.... WELL THAT ORB OF DAMNATION MAKES THE SUN SEEM PALE YOURE QUITE CORRECT TO QUIVER YOU ARE RIGHT TO QUAIL THE ONLY WAY TO SAVE US IS TO FIND THAT GRAIL OR WE ALL FALL INTO THE FLAMES OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE YOUR SKIN STARTS TO SIZZLE AS YOU EXPIRE YOU CLAIM TO BE VIRTUOUS BUT YOURE A LIAR !!!!! AND YOU FEEL THE HEAT OF THE FLAMES ... i said HEEEELLLLFIIIIRE HEEEEEEEELLLLFIRE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLFIIIIIREEE HEEEEEEELLLLLLFIIIIIIRE OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE AT THE HEART OF THAT INFERNO THAT WILL NEVER TIRE IVE SEE THE END IS NIGH AND DAMNATIONS NIGHER OH WE ALL FALL INTO THE FLAMES
Ok i know this is kind of a shot in the dark because hes so obscure but i need to speak my truth. Hes so insane. The narrator calls him a “holy roller.” He has a vision which is meant to tell him that the place they live is LITERALLY going to get burnt to a crisp because its slowly falling into the sun. But hes like Oh my god i just had a vision of hell i need to save everyone from eternal damnation. And he happily gets killed and turned into a pile of slop because he believes its what he was “chosen to do” he quite literally dies for his religion. Hes also quite funny. I like him. Thank you
#junkrat#overwatch#junk rat#High Noon over Camelot#The Mechanisms#Galahad#cct polls#tumblr tournament#tumblr bracket#tumblr polls
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as much as its obvious that carmy has a lot to process and go to therapy for, the same can be said about sydney. its just that shes comparably more well-adjusted than him and she's got a stable and an actually loving and reliable support system w/ her dad, but its been reinforced thruout s1 and s2 that sydney, for a lack of better term, tends to keep shit to herself. and i dont mean like chef/work related stuff because sydney is very much an open communicator about that.
she can share info about sheridan road (to carmy) or how carmy cooked the best food she's ever tasted (to marcus). sydney, however, keeps personal stuff very tightly in a box, all to herself. the fact that her mother's dead is only brought up when carmy asked her about it directly despite the number of times she's been mentioned in previous conversations (e.g., when syd told carm about the dinner w/ her dad). in addition to that, sydney doesn't seem to easily let people in her life. if the shitshow during s1 didn't happen, i doubt that she would've felt the need to talk to marcus in her house and engage in a more intimate conversation with him, thus allowing marcus to get closer with her. she was also the first to shut down the idea of hanging out with carmy in s2e1. and again, with marcus, when she sensed that it was going in that direction. and it could be read as her just keeping it all professional, keeping work and life separate and shit, and that is valid, but it is telling with the way s2 slowly allowed us into sydney's inner world (e.g., her creative process; her staring longingly at a mother & daughter at the diner) that her emotional baggage will eventually spill over to the restaurant.
i feel like her relationship (or lack thereof) with her mother is the centerpiece of this narrative. and i feel like her relationship with tina will somehow play a role in this because she's the closest thing to a maternal figure that sydney can have, given that her entire life revolves around work (i just want a sydney/tina centric episode ok sue me). like, sydney seemed comfortable with giving/receiving physical affection, but when tina hugged her sydney wasn't even able to return it (or it took her a long time to do it). she was perfectly fine hugging natalie back after she cooked for her, but with tina, although to be fair it rlly came as a suprise to her, all she did was stand there awkwardly, like she didn't know what to do with her hands. and it was quite a long hug. i hope that the writers can take advantage of this tension that lies dormant in sydney's character and just. go crazy with it. all im saying is i miss sydney adamu. i rlly wanna see more of her. like watch an entire season dedicated to her. have her personal conflict be the overarching theme that holds the other themes of a season together or smthng. give her a whole 10 minute uncut monologue.
#the bear fx#sydney adamu#missing sydney hours#ayo edebiri#jeremy allen white#carmy berzatto#the bear spoilers
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LONG RANT: You can't fix Yandere Simulator. Let it die
Yeah there's no beating around the bush here. Everyone know what happened. Alex is a groomer. If this is your first time hearing about this, look Yandere Dev up for two minutes and you'll be up to date.
And yaddada I am feeling a lot of emotions, mostly anger and a shred of disappointment watching the thinnest sliver of hope I had for this game die. I'm guessing about 20k of you feel something similar, that or you're enjoying watching the shitshow unravel.
I guess if you've been on this subreddit, or twitter, or tumblr, you probably know what my title is referring to. For almost ten years now, Yandere Dev would get into a controversy and the fucked up aspects of his game are exposed and fanartists and writers and devs take it as an opportunity to 'fix' Yandere simulator. The most notable example I can think of is Love Letter from 2020 I think. It's a good idea in theory, literally separating the art from the artist by recreating his concept without the problematic stuff. There was a time when I agreed with this idea and even wanted to do something similar on my own.
But now with Alex's practically confirmed abuse, this concept I guess is leaving a bitter taste in my mouth, It has for a long time, but now I think It's time to address the concept of 'fixing' Yandere Simulator.
For starters, I believe it has gotten to the point where you can't separate the art from the artist with Yandere Simulator. Not after this. And I don't wanna get into an hour long discussion about how that works, but Yandere Simulator is different because the source material was never good in the first place. It was something people were *following in hopes of getting good*. So when fixing the game, the question isn't really what you should repair, (assuming you are up to date on Yandere Dev's controversies) but what you should even bother keeping. It's like trying to redesign a building accidentally built to make sure tall people can't get in. Yeah you can redesign the doors and the rooms, but when does it get to the point where you have to throw out the building and start from scratch. That's the problem with Yandere Simulator. It's not one or two flaws. It's basically the entire concept. It's this murder borderline porn game centered around Yandere Dev's barely disguised fetishes about an inaccurately portrayed underaged person with some mental illness killing other schoolchildren (and pedos, accidentally based Ayano???) for a mediocre audience self-insert where you have to take panty shots to get information and all the people your killing are offbrand anime characters and everyone's name is bad Japanese and, well you're in this subreddit, you know all the problems with Yandere Simulator. Putting heart clips in Ayano's hair or making Taro hot or Amai chubby or give Osana freckles and make the teachers minors or making any of the character different races blah blah blah, that doesn't actually change anything systemically wrong with the game, story, and concept. It's putting frosting on a moldy boot
(btw, I'm not actually against the Yandere Archetype. You can write problematic stuff so long as you give it respect. But this is part of a bigger issue.)
So You could remove all of that, but at what point are you just, making other piece of Yandere Simulator that has loose inspirational ties. Not that there is anything wrong with that--It's actually a good idea--but you can't reasonably say that you've 'fixed' Yandere Simulator after throwing out 70% of it. Yes, it may be true, but It's not good writing criticism when you're erasing the core of what make Yandere Simulator Yandere Simulator. Yandere Simulator is an anime fetish amalgamation made up of what Alex likes taking place in a pseudo-dating sim world gone wrong where sexy murder stuff happens. Once you start to remove that, you're removing its (admittedly cringe) soul. Not to mention, comparing some of the content in the game to his abuse, it gives the game itself a bitter taste. Is this something that you really want to reform? Is this something that *should* be reformed?
It's always "When will someone finally recreate Yandere Simulator" and not "Why should anyone recreate Yandere Simulator."
Additionally, whether you like it or not, when you keep posting fanart and rewrites and advertising your fangame as 'inspired' by Yandere Dev. You are giving him attention and free advertising. Even if you put 'Yandere Dev fans DNI' in your bio. I promise that all this time you are trying to spend 'fixing' this horrible game made by an abuser, you could be spending so much of that time making fanart for actual indie projects who deserve your attention who could use that exposure to grow or maintain a community.
And getting to the elephant in the room when it comes to people 'fixing' Yandere Simulator. It's no secret that Yandere simulator fangames fail. Paper Will made a good video on this but oh boy do they fail hard. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRLCsWhiNTc](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRLCsWhiNTc). But I don't think It's a curse problem--even though that theory is funny. Talking about why they fail outside a game perspective (young inexperience devs, reliant on volunteers, biting off more than they can chew, unrealistic expectations, drama etc.) Devoting years of your life to something you hate isn't sustainable. And most of these games DON'T last years, they last months. Because spite is a spice, it's awesome, hot, everyone loves it. But you can't serve a meal with spice alone. Making as something as difficult as a game out of spite is an absolute loaded task that requires the stamina of a God to achieve. And if you're thinking about doing this as an after school hobby. You're gonna get burned out fast. I don't have any data on this, but even though I don't do coding. Creating a project out of hate is so exhausting, because It just doesn't work as that good of a motivator down the line. Just investing all this time, resources and energy into constant hate, and to prove what? That you're better than possibly one of the worst indie game devs of the century? Who do you need to prove it to?
The heart of all art is love, love for something. Even satire and art made to criticize has love for something, even if it's just itself and the joke It's trying to tell or for the message It's trying to send. And spite isn't the worst motivator as long as it's not the *only* motivator. And that's really what these "Fan" (word used incredibly loosely) games fail at their most basic mechanics. It's not actually made for love for the source material, but to one up it and make a point, and the entire concept collapses in on itself.
And to finally addess why I made this post. Responding to Alex's grooming by posting about how you can 'fix' the story of his game and redesigning/claiming characters and stuff is downright insulting and inappropriate. Not every Yandere Simulator fixer does this so I'm not trying to lump everyone together. There was a time when Yandere Dev would do something embarrassing or whatever and posting about how his ideas could be fixed was insightful, but as a response to this situation, It's just bad. People are hurt, and making this about you and how you can redeisgn or rework the game is clout chasey and tone death. Please don't use grooming to one-up Yandere Dev for whatever reason. Nobody wants that. Not the victims, not the former staff and volunteers. Nobody. Just keep it to yourself.
I honestly am just tired. I hope anything I just said is even somewhat comprehensible. But if you as someone who thinks they can fix yandere simulator takes away anything from this, It's to just make your own original stuff. Enough with the fangames and redesigns towards a person who does not deserve even a spec of your effort. Stop giving this guy more publicity and trying to revive this dead horse that is Yandere Simulator. If you still like aspects of the game I beg you to just make your own yandere themed piece of media, webcomic, book, game whatever separate from yandere simulator. Post your ORIGINAL characters that are yours and not reskinned versions of whatever Alex made. And let's just let this goddamn game from by a groomer die. Don't try to fix it, don't touch it. Just give it the sad death it deserves.
Please.
Fuck.
#yandere simulator#yansim#yandere dev#alex mahan#Yandere simulator drama#Yandere dev grooming#grooming
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rating the fanbases in nijisanji en that im in 🤠🤘
also im not hating on yall im just talking about…… some colorful things about the fan communities im in
aight for one, kyomies. = FUCKING -18/10
im scared of like some of yall. like ongod 😭 either chill or so fucking down bad WW like oh god i watched the confessions stream YOU GUYS. ARE SCARY. PLEASE. I CANT TELL YOU HOW MANY TIMES MY JAW DROPPED WATCHING THAT STREAM. also we needa stop bullying kyo for being the shortest male in nijisanji en lmao hes coping already 💀AHEM… TO ANY OF YALL WHO GENUINELY LIKE ASTERS FEET CAM STREAM… DNI (jkjk but like keep a respectable distance from me pls 🧍✋ yall scare me enough)
kindreds!! = 5/10
yall horny as fuck. all i gotta say. we all know the gwak gwak incident, lets leave it pls. also yall are nice, everyone in chat is pretty nice, yk you get a parasocial chatter every once and a while but oh well wwww 💀💀 ehmmm theyre like the first niji en fanbase ive been in, i have a friend irl whos a kindred, theyre nice yk did not prepare me for the shitshow the online kindreds are
villions = 8/10
i know, we are all probably down bad for ber whenever he speaks korean, BUT CAN YOU BLAME US?? i wanna bet ver is half of his fanbases’ reason to learn korean (can vouch because i started to relearn kr bc of him 😭👌) ALSO HES SUCH A CINNAMON ROLL I JUST WANNA SQUISH HIM!! villions in general, yall r nice, like all i gotta say LOL
sicklings = 4/10
basically kindreds but like twice as horny and mentally ill 💀like goddamn yall listen to his yandere asmrs and go ‘he can fix me’?? is that like a thing in this fanbase? 😭 how mentally ill yall had to be to fall for a therapist [bullying myself rn] like holy shit also that one overlay incident 🫣 lets not talk about it but like anyways yall are ok, its a debatable topic also just wanted to say hex looks like the type of person to have a rice purity score of 53 idk
FaMillie = 10/10
OK SO IM BIASED BC IM ALSO A FILIPINO AND YK SWAGPINOS UNITE BUT YOU GUYS ARE FUNNY I CANT LIE, YOU HAVE GENUINELY MADE ME CACKLE SOMETIMES especially the hugot lines stream, my mom fucking got mad at me for laughing so much some of yall are unhinged like stop bullying millie LOL ik its for shits and giggles but damn, yall are being mean sometimes 😭
Quilldren = 6/10
personally, i havent been in the fanbase too much but most of you guys are chill so neutral score. havent seen too much stir from ike's fans so thats nice, good to know theres one fan base that isnt overtly chaotic [from what ive seen 👀]
scythekicks = 8/10
girl is this fanbase dead or am i just not active on twitter? probably the latter LMAO but like i barely see any doppio fans in the wild like where are yall come out come out you may be outta scythe but you aint outta my mind WWWW we all love doppio in the scythekick household, that man gets so entertained so easily
uhhhh shit ok pls dont cancel me WWWWW IM NOT TRYING TO BE RUDE I PROMISE THIS IS ALL FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES im in these fan bases too IM BASICALLY FUCKING MYSELF OVER
also posts are gonna be slow as fuuuck cuz schools starting and yknow we gotta COME IN DO YOU READ ME?-
im just kidding guys dont hate me for this WWW its for giggles so dont take it to heart
i think i did this wrong in so many ways but oh well LMAOO
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it's in my nature {Tangerine} // 8
eight. tangerine: fury, one-sided against a revelation.
Summary: in convincing lemon to trust clementine for the time being, tangerine learns the truth about New York at the cost of his peace of mind.
{ Masterlist }
A/N: 5904. this is so overworked it's not funny. HOWEVER this took a long time because 1. i've been busy all of january with event work, and 2. this is an important chapter for a big shift in the dynamic. PLEASE let me know what you think so far, how you're enjoying it, and the next chapter should be out much sooner than this!! seriously ive reworked this chapter like 8 times please tell me if its actually decent.
Warnings: Don't be surprised when the OC is a terrible person and is implied to have done terrible things along with the rest of them.
Chapter Warnings: discussions of murder and canon typical violence. heavily implied smut; degradation, marking, d/s dynamics, bdsm / impact play. discussions of dom-drop, so always remember aftercare for everyone involved <3
Taglist: @venusthepirate @malar-region @tangerinesgf @esmaada @sarcastic-sourwolf @djjskfkskjf @justshutupmars @somikesoc @chachadelight @andydre4m @evangelineflowers @darkchai @basementsoup @bellatrix124 @kunikidaswhore @thewinterschildren178 @felhomaly @perksofbeingamultifandomm @aniglio18 @geeiz @mimidior @justicex101 @ltlthetrifecta @salsasadd @gregorybrldgerton @xkawax @hellsgatelove22 @brownficgirl @tangerineswife @cigarettesandfigureskates @ceciliahargrove @welcometothescreaming20s @moonlight-matcha @lovv24 @nohemi2500 @tangerinefics @charlemagnethesecond @little-miss-bi @megplant
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In the grand scheme of how today was going, Clementine's cryptic bullshit ranks incredibly low on Tangerine's list of priorities. As soon as they get through this shitshow of a train ride, he'll have all the time in the world to try and figure out what she's saying and if he even cares, but so long as she was no longer and immediate threat to him, he could focus on this plan they'd cobbled together.
And his still fucking unconscious brother.
"In your professional, medical opinion -" Tangerine muttered as they approached, though Clementine was quick to cut him off.
"Slap him."
"Obviously I was joking."
"I wasn't."
Despite his sarcasm, she did have a point, and Tangerine slaped his brother with the kind of force guaranteed to wake him up. Lemon, successfully awoken by the sudden impact, acted on instinct, startled, and slapped Tangerine back in kind. Probably should have expected that. The force was enough to stumble Tangerine, who chose the path of least resistance in that moment as he sunk into the seat beside Lemon.
Unfortunately the minute Lemon sees Clementine, he's frantically checking his holster and pockets, equal parts wide-eyed and startlingly furious. By the time he was swearing a blue streak under his breath it was clear that his weapon was missing, though Clementine remained unperturbed. At least by him.
She's looking at The Son, slumped back against his seat against the window, the glasses at an unnatural angle on his face. There's something surprisingly pensive about her expression.
"The fuck is she doing here?" Lemon hissed, unarmed, only able to settle for resting both his hands upon the table, flexing and unflexing his hand into fists.
"Helping," Tangerine admitted begrudgingly.
"Helping?! She turning herself in or something?"
Clementine is frowning now, but still looking at the candid corpse.
"She didn't do it," Tangerine sighed.
"What is wrong with you?" Lemon sounded like he had aged ten years thanks to that one sentence, "no seriously, what is actually wrong with you?"
"You wanna chime in here?" Tangerine finally glowers at Clementine, only to watch her carefully lift the obnoxious glasses they'd given The Son, "Clementine." Tangerine's tone was sharp enough to startle the operative out of her investigation; The Son's eyes were still bleeding, just a little. Those glasses needed to stay in place.
"What?" Clementine's equally firm tone was unexpected, as was her scowl, and neither brother knew quite what to say in that moment. After a beat, Clementine looked back at The Son, but left him be, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed, "how did you say he died?"
"Actually we didn't," Tangerine points out, as Lemon actually rolls his eyes.
"As if you don't know."
"You wanna reassure him you're not a threat, or are you happy making me look like a fuckin' idiot for sticking my neck out for you?" Tangerine tries again, and this time, when Clementine looked at him, her expression softened just a little.
"Tangerine's right," she says, soft but sure, before she turned her focus to his brother, "he's right," firmer that time, she takes a moment under Lemon's skeptical gaze to straighten her posture, "we'd fallen out of each other's good graces, sure but I didn't want the White Death's son dead. I've already lost enough fingers for that family."
It takes Lemon several moments of unconvinced silence to turn Clementine's words over in his mind before it clicks. He shoots a look at Tangerine as if to confirm his suspicions, to confirm that it had been Clementine that The Son's earlier horror story had been referencing, and with his brothers grim nod, everything in that moment changed.
"Oh, you're fucked," Lemon mumbled, without even really thinking, far away look in his eyes, "oh we're all so fucked."
"Yeah, we know, welcome back to the conversation," Tangerine said flatly, before sitting a little straighter, "though the way I see it, if anyone would know how our boss thinks and how to keep ourselves alive while dealing with him -"
"It'd be his -" Lemon sighed, but Clementine cuts him off.
"Careful what you call me," she warns, and Lemon narrows his eyes at her.
"You know what they call you," he says almost snidely, his tone uncharacteristically dark, and thick with implication.
"What do you want me to say, Lemon?" Clementine shifted back in her seat, meeting his gaze, "you're alive, aren't you?"
"Yeah, but I'm curious about that too; to what end? What exactly were you doing in New York?"
Now probably isn't the time for this, Tangerine's aware, but Lemon's spitting the questions that have been plaguing him but that he didn't know how to ask. Maybe that's what Clementine had been referring to, maybe she'd sensed that-
It's like she can read his fucking thoughts, the way she's wearing that suddenly amused, dangerous smile.
"Working, of course," she says easily. It's so chipper that Tangerine's blood began to run cold.
"Why were you in New York?" Tangerine asks through his teeth, and Clementine's gaze snaps to him. There's something in her eyes that he can't quite identify, something evaluative and approving all at once.
"That's a good question," she says softly, though not with a dismissive or coy tone that that phrase was usually said with. It's one of the right questions, Tangerine understands with sudden clarity, and Clementine continues candidly once more, "and there's a few answers, but I don't think either of you will like any of them."
"Short and sweet, please, Little Scorpion, we still have a murderer to catch," Lemon insists, and Clementine nods.
"Intel gathering, of course," she explains without further hesitation, "like I told Tangerine just a few minutes ago, psychological profiles, strengths, weaknesses, physical capabilities, you know, assessing you both and finding exploitable stuff," she shrugged with far too much ease and confidence. She doesn't look at Tangerine, her focus never strays from his brother as she matches his serious energy. Tangerine feels that discomfort that had grown with hindsight rear it's ugly head once more.
"That's nice, that's brilliant then," it's strange for Tangerine to hear his brother's sarcasm turned so harshly upon someone who isn't him, "we're just a pair of muppets you couldn't even be bothered to try and off? I actually think I'm a bit offended," Lemon makes a face, something disappointed in his voice.
"You don't give yourself enough credit, if you were just marks I didn't care about, I would have killed you after I found out about Russia."
"Russia?" Lemon frowns. Tangerine's mouth presses into a thin line as he scours his memory for what exactly she could be referring to, what he exactly he may have told her.
"Not you," Clementine clarifies, before looking directly at Tangerine, expression open and suddenly unreadable as she confirms his fear, "him." There's something in that look like she wants him to remember, like it's a dare. What game is she playing here?
"Whaddya mean Russia?"
"Whaddya mean not me?"
All at once The Twins speak over each other, and Clementine's intense gaze eases, as does her posture, as she sits a little lower in her seat, looking back and forth between them.
"Well it shouldn't really matter if you don't remember it now since I didn't end up killing you over it."
But when Tangerine looks to his brother to see if Lemon is just as lost, Lemon's looking at him like he's close to a revelation.
"Is this about that thing with the hermit-y, little, KGB -?"
Prompted by his brother's suspicions, Tangerine lights up, looking to Clementine. She's watching him curiously.
"I did tell you about that, part of it at least, I forgot I had -
"When the Hell did you get the chance to tell her about doing a hit job in Russia -"
"I didn't tell her about the hit job, we were talking about the night sky and I brought up that time I saw the Northern Lights from a Russian train -"
"On your way to a murder?"
"Well I didn't mention the murder part!"
"But you did have the chance to talk about that early job we got into that scrap about -?" Lemon was watching him again, and Tangerine knows that tone, knows he's started to piece the truth together about what had happened in New York.
"- unnecessarily, mind you," Tangerine let's his expression read as irrate, as it always did when they got into this argument even all these years later, "got it done, didn't I? Did plenty of good for our name, too, didn't it?"
"You got fuckin' lucky and you know it, you'd'a been one of them frozen corpses eaten by coyotes or whatever they have in Russia like all the others who tried catching that paranoid little -"
"We are not getting into this again, it was, what, ten? Eleven -?"
"About twelve years ago, I believe," Clementine cut their bickering short, and both brothers sobered considerably. After a long beat of silence, they both turned from each other to face their perfectly poised companion across from them.
Their companion of highly skilled, but unknown origins, their companion who speaks flawless Russian, who appeared to slip into it when angry, as if by default, their companion who has made a name for herself as the right hand, the personal lap dog, tasked with looking after the closest personal family of a boss who is rumoured to himself have been a member of the KGB.
Tangerine is not afraid of the woman sitting across from him, but if she's implying what he thinks she's implying, he's definitely apprehensive as to what she still must want from him.
Lemon, beside him, clearly on the same train of thought, leaned forward, one hand braced on the table, voice barely a murmur.
"That was your family."
Surprisingly, Clementine smiled, shaking her head softly.
"While it's fair to say I had an emotional stake in the whole ordeal, no, Tangerine didn't kill anyone in my family," a long silence follows, while The Twins turned this all over in their minds, though Clementine raised her hands in mock surrender, continuing in that soft, sweet tone, "obviously I've made my peace with what happened. Like I said, I didn't kill you over it, even if my boss assumed I might want to."
"And the other reason?" Tangerine asked after a beat, coldly.
"What other reason?" Clementine tries to play dumb, but Tangerine sees the light in her eyes when she looks at him, and he won't let her get away with it.
"The other reason you were in New York."
The way Clementine smiles makes him feel like he's won the worst prize in the world, like she's pleased he hadn't just left it at that. The promise she'd made about no longer lying clearly didn't count lying by omission.
"Ah, you see I also wanted to make sure my subcontractors were staying on task; the briefing I sent out was rather involved, after all, didn't you think?"
It was a set up.
Every single last detail had been planned, puppeteered by the woman across from them. Every fucking single thing had been a set up! They'd taken the bait hook, line, and sinker, and sat pretty in her crosshairs; it had never been luck, it was barely a hunt! She brought them there, she arranged their fucking rooms, their equipment, their itinerary, their every objective! They had been paid to be sitting ducks -
"You were the client?" Lemon's eyes were wide with horror as he came to the same realisation as his brother, "you wrote that brief, all those details, all those fucking people -?"
It had been exhaustive amounts of intelligence already gathered, and plans so airtight that of course they could have only been dreamed up by an operative the likes of Clementine. Contingencies upon contingencies, plans thorough, every last possibility accounted for, fool proof, meticulous, and merciless.
"We wiped out part of the fucking Russian Mafia for you?"
"They weren't my family either, if that's what's worrying you," Clementine added, but it didn't seem to do Lemon's mood any good.
"Couldn't have done it yourself?" Tangerine asks snidely, and Clementine tips her head to the side.
"My job was the two of you," she says carefully, but can't quite look him in the eye, "the mafia was my own personal passion project. Two birds, you understand," her smile grew wider, "though honestly I felt quite lucky for several reasons," for a moment there's even the sparkle of something teasing in her eyes as she finally did glance Tangerine's way before continuing on, "since I had been expecting to step in at the end there. Of course, I should have known, if any duo could actually clean up a sect of the relocated Russian Mafia mid-power play it would be you two. Truly, you exceeded my expectations, so thank you."
Tangerine had read that dossier back to front more times than he can rightfully remember. He'd been actually impressed, considering how thorough it was, and knew it would be a relative breeze. Sometimes clients could come across as controlling in the way they demanded specificity in the way the job was done, and often Tangerine would dismiss them and simply point out that a job well done was a job well done, who cares about the how? But this client's specific requests only made more sense the more he read. Their client had worked extensively in the field, that much was clear, and had an acute awareness of when to allow an operator the freedom to complete incredibly specialised but initially insignificant tasks that Tangerine realised would build an large, alternate narrative to the rest of the world, allowing them to operate completely devoid of suspicion.
But he also remembered the atrocities he committed by following those orders. He didn't feel guilt over them, he'd technically done worse, but it didn't exactly make them easier. But whenever he'd come back from the worst of the atrocities, every time Clementine had been at the front desk of the hotel, smiling at him, asking him how he was, if he's alright, if there's anything she could do for him, like she could tell he was just party to something that could have broken a lesser man.
And he could never tell her the truth, at least not the whole truth. He could barely speak to her those nights, when she'd send a question mark after he'd disappeared with Lemon into the elevator, and he'd simply send back 'first aid'. The same excuse he'd used that first night she'd come up to his room.
She'd been so fucking precious, so gentle and caring and receptive; she'd been everything he knew only how to exploit, how to bruise, how to break, the kind of lovely that only made her a liability. The kind of liability that could make her his liability if he kept letting his guard down. But he couldn't help himself.
So he would kiss her the moment he saw her, before she can even speak, can ask what's wrong, because of course it felt like she knew him well enough by then to know, because he couldn't bring himself to lie to her again, not tonight. If they got the chance to speak, or even share a few words, Tangerine would take out these insecurities on her, talk down to her for how her good nature could get her hurt or killed, or degrade her for how mindlessly she'd follow his orders, but Clementine gleefully ate up every single cruel word.
These are the nights he liked to hear her beg, to hear this silly, pretty thing so desperate for a someone like him, someone otherwise so capable of cruelty. He liked to mark her in a way that was almost obvious, almost scandalous, a reminder to her of what he could be capable of, and what she'd asked for. She wears these reminders for him, that he can still bruise without breaking. The marks his nails leave barely stand out amongst the rest of the scarring across her skin, and he finds himself glad that this silly, pretty thing took a liking to him, was so eager to please however she could, would get this dreamy look in her eyes when she caught sight of his work in the mirror across the room.
There's an exhaustion that hits him in the afterglow, regret sinking in where usually there was peace. It's quiet in these minutes, and he can't look at her, even as he feels the bed move. She must feel it too, it must be why she's silent as she pads towards the bathroom. The door closes, the shower turns on, and Tangerine finally exhales.
At least, that first night.
Something about that moment, about what he'd just done, about how he'd used Clementine like that, it made him feel sick. He'd spent the day sabotaging an entire floor of an apartment building to take out the three extended families of some powerful mafiosos, but this is the part he's in crisis over.
"Fucking hell, man, pull yourself together," he'd hissed under his breath as he'd pulled on a pair of pyjama pants that had been tossed to the floor that morning. Sitting on the edge of the bed once more, he took a cigarette from his pocketbook on the bedside table. It's when he was up and searching for a lighter that the bathroom door burst open.
Clementine skittered into the room, eyes wide, expression almost frantic, hair half-wet, like she'd barely stepped in the shower, stark naked and hands balled into fists. There had been something insistent, almost demanding, about her expression.
"You alright, sweetheart?" Tangerine asked, hoping she couldn't see his inner turmoil written all over his face. After a moment, she moved again, with purpose, almost launching herself across the bed, scrambling to get to him, to kneel on the edge of the bed to wrap her arms around him. Her hair is dripping on him, on the bed, her skin is damp too, but Tangerine's too startled to care.
Face pressed against his chest, she holds him like her life depends on it.
She doesn't shake, not like he was expecting her to in a moment like this, but instead she's warm and secure. A long moment of silence follows; Tangerine feels like he wants to say something, wants to ask if she's okay, but he can't find his voice. Then, he felt her lean back a little, gently tug him along. There's a warm kind of affection in her eyes in the moment he'd caught her gaze, smile gentle and pleased; there's no caution or hostility, or anything he realised he was anticipating. So he went with her, sunk down on the edge of the bed, and pulled her close enough to hold, tight enough that he would have worried she might break if he didn't know better.
"Thank you," he hears her sighs, all soft and content, curled up against him, he thought he could feel her smile against his collar bone. It won't be until she finally gets back in the shower that he clocks that she hadn't been wearing her gloves, and the vaguely uncanny sensation he'd felt for a moment in her hug had, in hindsight, been proof of her missing fingers.
He's not sure why, but after that realisation, discomfort in his chest finally began to ease.
Those were the nights she'd make a point to stay, curled up against him, TV on but neither really watching as Clementine would talk about everything and nothing, filling the silence without really having to be asked. Tangerine would use these nights especially to fish for information about the city, about his targets, anything she could give him, and when she ran out of steam, Clementine would ask about him. He'd edit his stories to fit this persona he'd created, but there had been something about the awed way Clementine would look at him in these moments that made him almost proud of the work he did. His bite mark had almost faded from her shoulder, but she'd be grinning at him in that way that scrunched up her nose, that changed her whole face to something young and mischievous, and part of him still didn't understand how this silly, pretty thing still looked at him like that.
"You really gotta be more careful, sweetheart," he hears himself say when he can't look her in the eyes, when all he can see is the marks he'd left behind on her. She gives a sleepy hum, but shakes her head.
"You'll be careful for me."
He has no idea what to say to that, how to process such unguarded affection, trust, and reassurance. So for once he lets the moment simply be, lets these feelings in his chest grow warm as she falls asleep against him, even when he knew he'd be denying the moment to himself come morning.
It was worlds of difference compared to how he felt arriving at the hotel. It was like she knew he needed that release, that reassurance, without ever making him have to say it out loud -
Because she did.
Maybe it should have made this all easier, to know she was using him too. So why can't she look him in the eyes all of a sudden.
"Thank you, Scorpion, for that glowing review," Lemon tells her flatly, and Tangerine isn't sure if his response was simply because he'd passed the point of being able to be concerned about Clementine's revelations for the day. Tangerine kind of envied him if he was.
"It was a compliment," she insisted, despite sounding faintly amused at his tone.
"Forgive us for having to take it with a grain of salt."
Clementine at least acquiesced on that, before prompting them;
"So where do we go from here?"
"I think the best option now is bring The White Death the man who killed his son," Tangerine offered when his brother fell silent. Tangerine read the dossiers, Tangerine made the plans. Lemon was always happy to trust him with that, and whether she liked it or not, right now Clementine would have to too if she wanted to stay on their side.
"But Glasses didn't do it," Lemon insisted, referring to the individual both Clementine and Tangerine had picked as their prime suspect.
"He definitely does have the case," Clementine interjected, looking at the poor corpse beside herself once more with that analytical expression she'd worn when she'd first sat down.
"He didn't when we spoke," Lemon countered, but Clementine doesn't even look up.
"Then he stashed it," she shrugged.
"How are you so sure of that?"
"Because the person I'm actually on board to protect has a sixth sense about these sorts of things," finally she looks up, meets Lemon's gaze and matches his energy once more.
"So you really are here guarding someone?"
"Yes."
"Okay, cool, still doesn't mean Glasses killed the kid."
"I couldn't give a rat's ass -" Tangerine tried to dismiss, though Lemon cut him off, even more insistent than before.
"No, I'm telling you, I read him; he's not the type, mate -"
"Let me tell you what; do you like your arms?" Tangerine asked pointedly.
"You know I like my arms."
"Stop it, he's right," Clementine shuts down their argument, surprising them both as she'd sided with Lemon.
"You don't even have a proper idea of what this guy looks like," Tangerine pointed out with exasperation, "there's no way you got a read on him -"
"That may be true, but I do know The Hornet isn't a middle-aged, white guy -" the minute she identifies the suspect both brothers feel like absolute fools; The Son's state lines up perfectly with the reclusive operative's other victims.
"Christ, The Hornet too?" Lemon groans, looking up to the roof as if for divine guidance, but clearly getting none.
"So who are we looking for?" Tangerine tries, but Clementine makes a face.
"She's better than me at blending in," she admits, "it's hard to say who she could be at any moment -"
"Shorter than you, dark hair?" Tangerine can already picture who he suspects, memory lighting up of a pink cardigan in first class. Clementine nods after a moment of deliberation, and Tangerine's expression darkens, "could look perfectly fucking harmless, probably knows of you, and wouldn't hesitate to throw you under the bus?"
"You've seen her?"
"In first class," he scowls, halfway out of his seat, "bet she was fuckin' mocking me with that accent of hers too -" but then Clementine's got ahold of his wrist braced over the table, expression insistent as she shook her head subtly; "what?" He demanded.
"I know who you're thinking of," she says softly, tugging his arm again, "and that's not The Hornet, that's my client; she really is a teenager, she really does just sound like that, and her favourite hobby is making my life hard," she takes his hand now, and Lemon nods insistently for him to sit back down too, so slowly, he does, "I have no doubt that she threw me under the bus, but it wouldn't have been about you, it would have just been her seeing an opportunity to cause me problems."
"She sounds like a fucking nightmare," Tangerine can't help himself. Clementine looks from Tangerine to Lemon, and then to The Son beside her.
"It's unfortunately genetic," she can be heard mumbling just as there was the telltale buzzing of a phone. While the brothers each searched their own pockets, Clementine rifled through her bag with a frown; the buzzing clearly wasn't coming from her side, so Tangerine's not quite sure why she thought it would be her's -
"Shit, that asshole stole my phone," Lemon realises, followed almost immediately by him reaching for his holster, like he'd forgotten it was gone, "fuck, right," he hissed as Tangerine was searching his jacket pockets for the buzzing phone, "that was my favourite gun, Lucille, son of a bitch." He's again looking around, as if any of them could have already overlooked their assailant still being on this carriage. Clementine, however, had managed to find her phone and was texting, wearing a sharp frown. He'd asked after.
Tangerine answers the phone and puts it on speaker, turned down low enough that only the three of them would be able to properly hear.
"Right, what -?"
"Step off the train at the next stop with the briefcase and The Son," the voice on the other end of the line has a thick, Russian accent, even stronger than The Son's had been, and Clementine's gaze snaps to attention.
"Hang on a minute, didn't we say Kyoto?" Tangerine pushes back, watching Clementine for her reaction, as if he could gauge anything from it.
"You will still depart at Kyoto," the voice confirms, but adds, "The White Death wants to make sure you are being honest about the situation."
"Well this is a complete waste of our -" Tangerine doesn't even get his retort off before he's hung up on, while Lemon is still silently fuming. Clementine's expression is stony, however, her eyes following the phone as Tangerine tucks it back into his pocket, focusing on the table when it's out of her sight. Her phone has also been returned to her bag it appears.
"Alright, alright," Lemon sighs, "we just have to prove we have a case we don't have, and a live son instead of a dead one." Tangerine's already got half an idea for how to fool the White Death's men on the station, but he still clarifies with his brother -
"What 're you thinking?" And his brother thankfully appears to have had the same idea; "the ol' Punch and Judy." There was no dignity puppetting a dead man, but at least it might buy them some more time. Lemon was happy enough for Tangerine to do the talking, but there was still one more problem.
"And her?"
"I'm asking my charge if she's found the case where Glasses might have stashed it," Clementine admits, adding with certainty, "but we need them to see I'm working with you," Clementine answers Lemon's sceptical look without hesitation.
"Won't they be suspicious; you don't play well with others," Lemon raised his eyebrows at Clementine, and Tangerine had to admit he had a point; The Scorpion always killed her competition. It was so well known that several more well connected fixers had gotten into the habit of telling operatives they liked when a contract was rumour to have also been picked up by The Scorpion.
Clementine's expression, however, twisted into something almost amused-
"Oh, I play very well with others," but there's no humour in her voice, "that's how I operate, and if the voice on the other end of that call is waiting for us at the station, then the idea of me playing nice with my competition would be entirely in line with their perception of me."
"Not that I'm not glad you're on our side -" Tangerine breaks the silence that had followed Clementine's revelation, "- well, actually, jury's still out on that one - but I can see why he'd call you a monster," his tone is candid and light, despite his words, and he nods to The Son.
"I'm not sure what you mean," Clementine looked from Tangerine to The Son and back again. Then, after a moment, her brow creased, "he called me a monster?" And there was a sudden, dangerous fury in her voice.
"Froggy little bastard," she spits in Russian under her breath.
"You know he can't hear you," Lemon can't help himself, and Clementine levels a razor sharp glare at him.
"You can argue semantics or titles with your dead ex after we buy ourselves some more time, don't you think? It's just a statement he made, and I don't think he's necessarily wrong," he looks to Clementine, continuing before she can argue, "considering your passion projects have a body count. Now can we got get our story straight?" He stood from his chair, offering his hand to Clementine, a rather quiet frustration in his tone, "please? Thank you?" And the minute she's up and in the aisle he's tugging her along.
There's still several minutes until the train arrives at Shizuoka Station, but he had to get out of that moment to feel like he could breathe again. He needs a fucking smoke, but all he can do is fidget with his cigarette in the thankfully empty space by the train door. He wants to swear, maybe to fight someone or something, needs to figure out how to deal with these fucking revelations as they keep trying to trip him up.
"I'm not sorry about New York," Clementine blurts out after a few long moments. Tangerine, slumped against the wall, can't even look at her. Still, it's a weird thing to say.
"Don't think I'd forgive you if you were," he finally offers. He knew he was being petty, but he couldn't exactly bring himself to care.
"I wouldn't expect you to," she says with surprising sincerity, following it with, "I am sorry about coming back, about all of this," when he glances at her, he sees she's not even facing him; she's got her back to him, half a foot away and clutching her bag with both hands, peering through the windows into the carriages, "I mean it; would have been nice for at least one person to remember me fondly," turning to lean back against the wall opposite him she still doesn't look at him, instead gazing up with a forlorn smile, "and it would have been two with Lemon." Then, after a moment, her smile turns rueful, her tone self deprecating, "unsurprisingly I don't make a lot of friends -"
"- we're not friends, Clementine," Tangerine tells her sharply, "and no offence, but I rather wish you'd stayed dead; there's something fucking awful in hindsight knowing you were getting off to me committing your war crimes."
"Wait, what?" It's the visceral revulsion in her voice that finally gets through his own sense of betrayal. A long, tense silence follows, and when finally Tangerine feels like he can look at Clementine, she's gazing at him with abject horror.
"Is this about those nights? The first aid text nights? Did you think I was celebrating?" She sounded genuinely aghast at the very suggestion, "what the fuck," she breathed, "I wasn't- I wasn't celebrating, I just didn't know how else to give you genuine, human support, since it's not like you'd ever fucking ask -"
"The fuck are you on about?"
"Why did you think I insisted on taking Lemon out for lunch the next day? I wasn't trying to defer suspicion away from our fucking affair, I just connect with him differently. Every fucking up thing I asked of you both was something I'd done before, I know the kind of toll that takes on a person, I know what kind of monster that-" she faltered, expression slowly dropping, the light leaving her eyes as she shuts herself down, as she hides her despair. Taking a deep breath, she dipped her gaze before coming back to meet his, unreadable, "I know what kind of monster that made me; I just didn't want either of you to feel like that too." Then, as she began to realise something, a crack appears in her expression, and he sees genuine heartbreak in her eyes for just a moment; "you think I never actually cared about you."
"Oh piss off," Tangerine snaps, rolling his eyes rather than thinking about what this all means, "do you really fuckin' blame me?"
"We talked for hours every other night- every night in that last week!" She let out a disbelieving laugh, eyes widening, "can I ask you something, Tangerine? Can I have this one question after all you've asked me?" She spat, and Tangerine narrowed his eyes at her, but was quiet, waiting, "I used you, I traumatised you, I betrayed you, sure! I'm the bad guy! I'll own up to it! So what's the problem? Didn't you use me for information, for fucking stress relief, for companionship with someone who wasn't your brother? Because you made it clear in New York that you didn't love me, that you couldn't love me, and even if you could, you wouldn't love me. Doesn't it absolve your guilt to know I wanted it to be like that?"
"That your question?" Tangerine murmurs, tone level and quiet, pulling out a cigarette as the next station drew closer. Something about her words had stung in the same way as The Son's final words did as they played on repeat in his mind, "because I'm sorry to tell you, sweetheart, but whatever I felt for the version of you all those months ago, it never ended up as guilt."
"I think so," Clementine sighed, then, "maybe, I don't know. I don't think I had a real question, I think I just needed half a second to talk," she admits before huffing a faint laugh, "I wish I'd stayed dead too." And finally she looks at him, at the way he's watching her over his shoulder, expression far softer than she'd probably been expecting, "I'm sorry for coming back. I'm sorry for ruining everything with hindsight."
"It's our job," Tangerine says after a moment, "don't apologise. Don't feel guilt. You of all people should know that. We're monsters and we live with that."
The train is pulling to a stop, smooth and efficient as it is every time, the conductor is announcing Shizuoka Station, and as the doors are hissing open, their faint warning chime going off, Tangerine hears Clementine's voice so faint he's not even sure if he was meant to;
"I never wanted to be a monster."
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but fr, i wanna see pierre in good car.
Fr. I need Pierre in a better car. But i also need at least 5 other drivers in better cars.
Everybody and their mothers are displeased with max dominance. But the issue is that 9 teams suck (8 team and forza ferrari). Especially 5 from the bottom.
I don't know if they just dgaf now or if it's something something about regulations. But 10 years ago, there wasn't such a big gap between the top 5 and bottom 5 teams. There weren't even such thing as 5/5. It used to be 1-3 battles between like 4 teams, then 4-6 between 4 teams and them bottom. And now there are 5 teams struggling with scoring 10 points in 5 races, event hough top10 car get them now.
There is nothing wrong with Max dominance, or rbr dominance. I love how Max is doing so fucking well and just setting whole new records. The thing is other teams just fucking suck.
look about Ferrari we all saw how they fumbled 2022 and then coming into 2023 it was shitshow cuz of that evil italian who got fired. 2024 shows promises for the 2025 season.
the rest of the teams eh... i feel like everyone saw the start of 2023 season and just gave up on 1st position hopes. which is a shame really. but you are right it does seem like they gave up hopes, raised their hands and said 'this regs suck we'll see in the next one' which is not what i like. Mclaren did very good last year, the comeback was worth watching.
we dont know what is wrong where but for sure they are struggling and many teams are doing very little about it.
makes me sad but its life.
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We need an otome game of the first 50 United States of America presidents. Hamilton but worse. Omg 😲 they 💃 are 💕all 👀 stuck 😳 in 🕑 time 😵 together 😏 type vibe. Two Grover Clevelands who are hallucinating each other. George Washington talking to Trump. Willian Harrison being a zombie (he died 31 days into his inauguration) and the chrisitan/catholic presidents are trying to holy water the man or exorcise him or whatever. The heroine protecting Obama because the rest think he's a slave or are just racist. Both the father Bush and the son Bush trying to romance the heroine and its beyond creepy. Truman, the atomic bomb guy, talking to the generals Andrew Johnson and Ulysses Grant. Imagine the Roosevelts interaction with Regan. Jefferson bitch slapping Lyndon Johnson. There's just so much potential to this nightmare. Hell it'd even make a great anime.
It'd be a billion times funnier if the protagonist is an autistic lesbian with a history hyperfixation and the others just think she's some kind of tsundere or somthing. They all try to romance her and she's doing all kinds of genius science stuff to break the time loop. Maybe it'd be funnier if she was a straight simp who loved the presidents until she met them or somthing so she's falling out of love and is desperately trying to undo the device she made so she could finally be their true love or whatever. But the misogyny and woman are property is a ruse awakening. I'm not sure which is funnier. Think the Republicans of 2023 who romanticise the founding fathers actually have to meet them and survive them and escape.
This is utter cringe. It'd be an incredible game or show to watch though. Absolute nightmare. The shipping wars worse than Hamilton. I want it. How do we get this disaster into reality it'd be wild.
#di thinks#horrible ideas#otome romance#otome idea#anime idea#story ideas#usa president#interactive#poll#does this count as ml or somthing i dont know#cursed#i just had a cursed thought and im bored so im putting it out into the void to probably be lost to the scrolls of the dash
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dts s2 e8-10
ep8:
-this is cool to watch with the context of nico back in f1 today
-theres just something so funny about when drivers get told something they dont wanna hear over the radio and its just dead silence. theyre real for that tho
-nico/cyril jet "therapy" conversation is so iconic TO ME
-i now know how alain prost is yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
-i think both of daniel's one year teammate tenures (nico & estie) are both sooooooooo interesting. ship wise fascinating. underrated as hell.
-neurodivergent daniel propoganda "nico huuuuuulkenburg" is 100% a vocal stim
-ESTIE my beloved. the original Toto Wolff's Special Lil Guy™
-no its so nice to see him in this gap where it was all up in the air knowing how much he's cemented his place in formula 1 now. (like i KNOW that alpine is a shitshow rn but he could easily find another seat. even if not he's made his mark :)
-this makes me excited to see nico in the new season. he makes pretty good tv and it'll be cool to see how much of that has changed with age!
-another narratively well done episode. nico's only episode and a wonderful one. i also noticed the music a lot, i think they way they used music to build tension was rly cool and not something i've noticed in general. really really good episode
ep9:
-"george, i think, is a one-in-a-million driver" claire i LOVE U. ur brain is so big and correct
-hes such a BABY here
-i really really need a return of a williams focused episode next season. badly
-claire you are so strong and brave for surviving this shitshow i dont know how yall did it
-i wish this episode was put earlier in the season, i dont know why they didnt? since it focuses a lot on preseason/testing drama why is it episode 9? i know its never perfectly chronological but they couldve at least tried
ep10:
-the pierre v alex narrative is so silly when clearly red bull sees them as disposable. like babes neither of you are EVER gonna be enough because youre not max :/ like 2 women fighting to be the favorite mistress of a man who will NEVER leave his wife!!!!!
-"if [mclaren] continue this trend, they could be competing with the likes of red bull, possibly ferrari and mercedes for podiums" i just love a good quote that ages well. thank you will buxton
-this sebchal crash is SO canada 2010 sebmark coded TO ME
-the dread that filled my body when i realized. oh this is the lewis stops alex from getting a podium episode. pain incoming
-seeing how happy pierre is abt the podium is So Nice knowing whats coming!!! (monza 2020) he deserves everything
-while i dont particularly like carlos i think this first podium story/celebration is so cool and i'm so glad netflix were there to immortalize it
-oh my god the "what about everyone else?" placard cracks me up every time aldkjfslkdfjalksdjflksfjd
-pre teammate dando crumbs make me INSANE wuv them
-"i think they ignored me the whole year, so [Netflix] can fuck off." Dany is barely in drive to survive ever BUT WHEN HE IS he serves cunt 😘
-lewis almost being eaten by an automatic door is an ICONIC dts moment it makes me INSANE every time i watch its so fucking funny
-talkin abt how 2020 silly season is gonna be crazy bc most drivers are out of contract; thinkin abt how this year is gonna be the same 😬
-long hair lance my beloved
and thats a wrap!!! on to season 3!! (i'm 3 episode behind 😬)
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tbh i dont even wanna watch this game bc i know its gonna be a shitshow 😕
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Before the Spark
CHAPTER 6: IN A SPIN
Find the masterpost here, and the previous chapter here.
General Warning: This story is part of the HPHM Rockstar AU. As such, there is a general warning of the possible occurrence of NSFW / mature topics. These can include sexual depictions or references, inappropriate language, (ab)use of alcohol, drug abuse, and smoking. Specific warnings for each particular chapter will be given in advance.
A/N: David Willows (in mention) belongs to @that-scouse-wizard Warning: alcohol
The world’s in a spin now
It’s time for a change
We know we can win now
~ The Who - Detour ~
Since moving from her parents’ home in Dorset to Manchester, Lizzie hadn’t skipped a lot of university events. The student union parties usually were among her favourites, but - much to her dismay - the open stage night was shaping up to be a rather dull affair.
She and Skye had come to the club at the beginning of the evening, helping with the stage set-up and the decorations. The equipment Skye had organised was good, but so far, the bands had yet to make much use of it. The music blasting from the speakers was danceable, and the people seemed to enjoy themselves, but to Lizzie, all of it sounded like she had heard it a million times before.
The crowd filling the small club wasn’t her cup of tea, either. Lizzie had spotted a couple of her friends but didn’t feel the urge to join them. There had been the odd bloke trying to chat her up, too, but she had turned all of them down as well.
Skye, who was loitering about the bar, seemed to share Lizzie’s notion about how their evening was going, watching the band on stage with a mixture of boredom and dismissiveness. She rolled her eyes at Lizzie.
“Quite the shitshow, ain’t it?”
Lizzie shrugged. “Could be worse.”
“If Simon Cowell showed his arse on stage, maybe,” Skye snorted in return. “Last time I was that bored was watching the Eurovision.”
“Weren’t you piss drunk then?”
“Only way to survive that bloody thing, if you ask me.”
“Well, I thought it was fun.”
“Course you did. Got busy with that guy from law school, didn’t you?” Not waiting for a reply, Skye looked her up and down critically. “Don’t seem much in the mood for fun tonight, though. What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” Lizzie mumbled, pointedly stirring her drink with her straw. “Just not my night tonight, is it?”
Skye rolled her eyes once more. “Is this about Willows again?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Lizzie sighed. “Can’t we just enjoy the music in peace?”
“If that’s what you call music,” Skye muttered but let the topic rest. Lizzie was glad for it; she was too restless to argue tonight.
Her eyes wandering over the crowd, Lizzie told herself she wasn’t looking for anyone in particular, even though she knew it wasn’t true. She hoped the two musicians from the canal Skye had invited - the ones working at the uni café - had decided to come after all. Lizzie was excited at the prospect of getting another chance at listening to them but also felt guilty at being more than a little intrigued by Skye’s idea to make them join her new band when her loyalty should lie with David and the rest of their group.
After the day Skye had taken her running by the canal, her conflicting thoughts on the matter had become so overwhelming that Lizzie had opted out of band rehearsal. As a result, she was abuzz with unspent energy now, with no idea where to effectively put it. She thought about how nice it would be to jump onto the stage and forget everything over the beat reverberating through her body. When playing the drums, Lizzie was in control, the energy she put into her play reflected back at her a hundred times over. The connection between her and the people willing to listen was a magic of its own, the most addictive thing she had ever known.
“You want to be up there, right?” Skye asked, breaking Lizzie from her thoughts. She answered with a shrug.
“Don’t you?”
“Sure thing. There’s a stage, I want to be on it.” Skye flashed her a grin. “Wouldn’t be a proper Parkin if I didn’t.”
Lizzie hummed in response, clapping politely as the band finished their set and left the stage. She recognised the pair stepping into the spotlight next immediately - the couple from the coffee shop.
“Good evening, friends,” the guy with the guitar said into the microphone. “What better than music and good company to celebrate the end of the year, another step completed on our journeys toward the future.”
Lizzie and Skye exchanged glances, Skye rolling her eyes but grinning as she did so. For the first time that night, Lizzie felt a smile forming on her face; she was excited to hear what the two of them had in store.
“From what I can see, good company we have in abundance. Now, let us see if our music will help your spirits soar tonight.”
He stepped away from the microphone to make room for his friend, and Skye leaned over to say into Lizzie’s ear, “Let me tell you this - should this shit work out, he’s gonna let me do the talking.”
“Sure, because you’re such a charmer.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Case in point.”
“Fine, you can do it, then.”
At that, Lizzie rolled her eyes. “Nice try.”
Grinning to herself, Skye turned her attention to the stage where the first song had just begun. It was quick in pace and quite upbeat, but since it was only an acoustic guitar and a keyboard playing, it wasn’t a song fit for dancing. Lizzie watched the crowd, curious how the people would take such a drastic change in style, and was pleasantly surprised to see how more and more people stopped their whispering to get fully immersed in the melodies drifting down from the stage.
When the last song was over, and the two musicians had taken their bow, Skye pushed herself off the bar with a determined motion.
“What’s your final verdict, Jameson?”
Lizzie hesitated. “I still think they’re brilliant, but… Skye, really, I don’t know about this.”
“There’s nothing to not know,” Skye shook her head. “We both like them, and they’re bloody good at what they’re doing. We’re gonna do this. Come on.”
Bewildered, Lizzie watched Skye grab her drink and turn to go. “What, right now?”
Skye cast an impatient look across her shoulder. “Want to wait for The Beatles to come again? Move your butt.”
It was all Lizzie could do to keep up with Skye as she manoeuvred through the throng. A fluttery sensation spread through her stomach as she spotted the guy with the black hair and his friend, who had played the piano, by the bar’s backstage area. Suddenly, she thought about just turning around and leaving again, but Skye had already pushed through the last barrier of people and planted herself in front of them.
“The fates seem to be kind after all,” the black-haired man smiled, casting a curious look between Lizzie and Skye.
“Sure mate, if you say so,” Skye shrugged, giving Lizzie a quick but meaningful look. “You sure were smashing up there.”
“Your praise is received with humble gratitude,” the man replied. Lizzie blinked. She had put off Skye’s remark about his strange way of talking as her usual exaggeration, but for once, it looked like she had been right.
“Do you always waffle like that?” Skye wanted to know, voicing Lizzie’s exact thoughts. It was the girl with the violet eyes, however, who spoke up.
“No, only on Saturdays. What do you want?”
“Just a chat, mate. Relax.”
“You’ve had one. Now buzz off.”
Lizzie could feel Skye’s temper rising at an alarming rate. Not wanting things to go wrong before they had so much as introduced themselves, she decided to step in.
“How about we all take a breather and calm down,” she suggested, extending her hand. “Hi, I’m Lizzie.”
She shook hands with the guy with the long black hair, who introduced himself as Orion. He had a warm smile matching the tone of his voice, and which Lizzie found herself returning. He introduced the surly girl with the violet eyes as his sister Merula. Upon hearing this, Lizzie’s eyebrows shot up.
“Your sister?” she blurted out, biting the insides of her cheek a moment later. The look on Merula’s face was defensive, almost hostile, even. Lizzie knew better than to ask any further; it wasn’t any of her business, after all.
“And who is your friend?” Orion asked, drawing Lizzie’s attention away from Merula.
“Oh, sorry,” Lizzie said, heat rising to her cheeks. “This is Skye. Skye Parkin.”
She listened silently as Skye presented her plan to Merula and Orion but soon stopped paying proper attention and watched their new friends instead. Orion did have a strange way of speaking, but she had quickly gotten the hang of it; beneath the complicated metaphors and long-windedness, Orion sounded like a really decent guy. He wasn’t too bad to look at either, but it was his smile, warm and infectious, that almost had her staring.
As Orion’s eyes flickered to her momentarily, Lizzie startled, immediately dropping her gaze. This was pointless; if they wanted to get this to work, she would have put him out of her mind, right here and now. If she was going to take a detour from her plans to try for the music road instead, Lizzie was determined to take things seriously.
“What instruments do you even play?” Merula suddenly asked. Almost grateful to be broken from her musings, Lizzie turned to her.
“I play the drums,” she said, hesitating upon seeing a dismissive expression forming on Merula’s face.
“Sure you do.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That you look more like a groupie than a drummer to me.”
Lizzie crossed her arms in front of her chest. She was used to getting sceptical reactions about her hobby at best, but something about Merula’s tone - and the fact that she was a woman herself - made her bristle more than she had expected. Her voice was sharp when she replied,
“Funny, you look more like a bitch than a nice person to me.”
“Shut it, Jameson,” Skye butted in a moment later, giving Lizzie an elbow to the side. “She doesn’t mean that.
Lizzie very much wanted to tell her that she did, indeed, mean it but - for the sake of peace - stopped herself in time. The effort on her part was futile, however, when it took Merula only a few moments before she began dealing out jibes again. To not let things escalate any further, Lizzie offered to get a fresh round of drinks, dragging Skye away with her toward the bustling bar. Pushing through the people waiting for their drinks, she waved to a young man with an outrageously bright, patterned shirt working behind the counter.
“What can I do for my favourite customers?” he asked, smiling broadly as he tossed his cocktail shaker in the air and caught it with his other hand. “A minty mojito? Strawberry daiquiri? Or a classic caipirinha?”
“Could I maybe get another four of these?” Lizzie asked, pushing her empty glass toward him. The barkeep’s brows shot upwards.
“These were supposed to be our secret, you know?”
Lizzie put on her best smile. “Come on, for me.”
Acting like he had to consider her request, the barkeep eventually winked at her. “Fine, but only because it’s you. Who are they for, even?” he asked as he proceeded to pour tequila and cherry liquor into a fresh cocktail shaker. “Those guys who were playing earlier? They were quite good, don’t you think? I saw you hitting them up.”
“They were, but we haven’t hit them up.”
“Haven’t you now?”
“Not in the way you think,” Lizzie conceded. She cast a quick look over her shoulder to where Merula and Orion were waiting. They were talking among themselves, Orion listening to what Merula was saying. For a moment, their eyes met, and Lizzie felt the heat creep up her neck. She turned away, only to be met with Skye’s impatient-looking face.
“Cross your legs, will you? We ain’t doing this for fun.”
“I wasn’t -,” Lizzie began to protest, but Skye silenced her by holding up her hand.
“Yes. You were. Now get yourself together, I need this thing to work.”
“I know,” Lizzie sighed. “Me, too. I feel like there’s some real potential in this. But do you think it might actually work out? Orion seems like a nice enough guy, but this Merula… I don’t know about her.”
“She may have a stick up her bum, but she’s too good to write her off just like that,” Skye shrugged. “She’ll loosen up in no time, you’ll see. Has anyone ever escaped your bloody awful charm?”
Lizzie made a thoughtful noise. “If you put it that way…”
Skye suddenly looked serious. “Does that mean it’s a deal, then? You’re definitely in?”
Lizzie hesitated. Deep down, she knew what she wanted, and it was to join Skye and their new friends. The prospects were too tempting. She had to think of David and their band again; if she agreed to Skye’s offer and left him hanging, it would be a massive blow to him. He would probably be mad at her, rightly and justifiably so; knowing this didn’t make accepting the fact any easier, though.
“Just bite the bullet and say yes already,” Skye shook her head at Lizzie’s prolonged silence. “You want this, too, and you and I both know it.”
Sighing deeply, Lizzie nodded her consent. “Okay, fine. Fine. I’m in.”
“Smashing! Let’s break the good news, shall we?”
With a broad grin on her face, Skye picked up two of the four glasses standing in front of them. When they had returned and handed over the drinks, she looked at Merula and Orion expectantly.
“How is it, now? Interested in teaming up?”
The unlikely pair exchanged a glance, then nodded their hands. A triumphant grin spread on Skye’s face, a feeling Lizzie herself couldn’t quite match; knowing that she had to break the news to David as soon as possible was already dampening her mood considerably.
“What about you, Lizzie?” Orion suddenly asked her. “Will you be part of this journey as well?”
Feeling Skye’s encouraging look on her, Lizzie nodded tentatively. “I guess so.”
“It is settled then,” Orion smiled, raising his glass toward her and Skye. The calm confidence on his face was infectious, making Lizzie smile along. “Let us walk this new path together and see where it will take us.”
They had just touched glasses on their new endeavour when a sudden noise went through the club, and more and more people turned their heads towards the entrance. As Lizzie did so, too, she could spy the figure of Ethan Parkin - living rock legend and father of Skye’s - standing by the door. He looked around the room, nodding expectantly when his eyes fell on his daughter. Looking suddenly tense, Skye took a deep breath and chucked down the remainders of her drink in one go.
“Well, here goes nothing. Let’s get this party started.”
She pushed through the crowd in the direction of her father, Lizzie, Orion, and Merula following behind. Lizzie had met Ethan Parkin before, but there was still a pang of nerves fluttering in her chest. When Orion caught up with her, she could make out the same tension on his face, so she gave him an encouraging smile.
“Don’t worry. He’s not half as bad as people make him out to be.”
Orion looked surprised. “You know him?”
“Skye introduced us, yeah. They’re quite alike, Skye and her dad. If you know how to handle the one, you’ll only have little trouble dealing with the other.”
“Like father, like daughter, I supposed,” Orion mumbled, brushing his hair from his eyes with a quick gesture of his hand. “It’s just… talking with someone who has achieved things I couldn’t imagine in my boldest dreams about my music…” He laughed weakly. “I’ll admit, the prospect is a little daunting.”
“I’d be bloody terrified,” Lizzie said, earning herself a grateful, if somewhat shaky, smile from Orion. “You don’t have to worry, though. Trust me. Ethan really knows his stuff. You’ll blow him away with your songs.”
Orion’s eyes met Lizzie’s. “You think so?”
“I know so,” she smiled back at him. “Wait and see. What comes now is going to be legendary.”
#hphm#hogwarts mystery#orion amari#merula snyde#quidditch#skye parkin#lizzie jameson#rockstar au#rockstar prequel#before the spark
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Round 2 - Side A
Propaganda below ⬇️
Sister Michael
She drives a DeLorean. She does judo on Fridays. She likes a good statue and despises the French. Her full nun name is Sister George Michael, after the guy from Wham!. She is the fiercest nun you’ll ever come across and, if you’re attending Lady Immaculate College, she’s the woman in charge. So whatever you do, if you’re feeling anxious or worried or just need a chat: don’t come crying to her.
joined the nunnery for the free accommodation?
she does love a good statue it has to be said
She is the headmistress of a catholic school <3
Galahad
OKAY SO . “Galahad (played by Jonny d'Ville): a travelling preacher/religious zealot who is told to sit in the Siege Seat by Merlin, and discovers the fact that Fort Galfridian is falling into the star Avalon. He sparks the quest for the GRAIL, and willingly goes to his death to overcome its final defences.” DUDE SAT IN THE CHAIR THAT IS KNOWN FOR KILLING PEOPLE BECAUSE HIS CRUSH [MERLIN] [AKA HANGED MAN] [AKA DRUMBOT BRIAN] TOLD HIM TO . SORRY I THINK THATS REALLY FUNNY. he found out the whole shitshow of a spacestation he lived on was gonna fall into the sun and he went around yelling about it incomprehensibly and got fucking gunned down trying to get the GRAIL and just kept going through the gunfire because of how Religious [tm] he was . he died . in once and future king it just “galahad’s blind faith” . also hellfire goes really hard . he is the definition of going insane with the knowledge of the universe . also jonny dville played him thats bonus points
There was a prophet. The prophet gave three separate people three separate instructions. 1. Stop being racist 2. Love your son 3. Sit in the Chair That Makes People Insane Galahad received number three. He was the only one who followed the instructions. He sat in the Chair That Makes People Insane, saw the sun for the first time, and immediately starts preaching about how everyone will burn in hellfire
i dont know anything about this guy i just wanna help make Kai happy please dont like not count my submission just because i dont know anythinf except for the Kills You Chair im trying my best im sorry 😭
his themesong is called hellfire and it slaps btw go listen to it. anyways he is my blorbo blingus he is Deeply unwell i could fix him but also whatever is wrong with him is incredibly fascinating to watch. a robot dude who’s been hanging from the gallows since forever told him ‘hey go sit in the Chair That Kills People Who Sit In It’ and he was like 'I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT MY ENTIRE LIFE’. the getting-his-brain-fried thing definitely made him worse but he was also clearly kind of fucked up before that. his death is probably one of my favorite scenes in any mechs album. maybe just straight up my favorite. ahem. SAY WHAT YOU WILL ABOUT FAITH, BUT IT CAN HAVE POWERFUL EFFECTS ON THOSE THAT HAVE IT. IT CAN KEEP YOU FROM FALTERING AS THE BULLETS START TO SLAM INTO YOU. IT CAN KEEP YOU WALKING AS YOU LEGS ARE SHOT TO BLOODY STUMPS. IT CAN KEEP YOU LAUGHING AS YOUR LUNGS ARE FILLED WITH SHRAPNEL AND LEAD. IT CAN KEEP YOU SMILING AS HALF YOUR FACE IS BLOWN AWAY. IT CAN KEEP A MAN LIKE GALAHAD STANDING TALL UNTIL THE GUNS. CLICKED. DRY. anyways go listen to high noon over camelot <3
my friends my people my… flock I HAVE HAD A VISION!! A VAST FIERY ORB FLOATIN IN AN ENDLESS VOID!! and there so small so feagile US!!! BUT FALLIN FALLIN FALLIN INTO THE FLAMES!!! your soul is connected to the world youre in youre draggin it down with the weight of your sin surrounded by temptation and y'just give in we’re fallin into the flames OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HEEEEELLLLLLFIIIRE YOUR BROW BECOMES SLICK AS YOU PERSPIRE YOU THINK YOURE THIRSTY NOW WAIT TIL IT GETS DRIER AND YA FEEL THE HEAT OF THE FLAMES OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE YOUR SICK AND SINFUL LIES WILL BUILD A FUNERAL PYRE YOUR PERVERSION SCARS THE STATION SON ITS GONAN FRY HER AND WE ALLLLLL FALL INTO THE FLAMES… oh i have SEEN DAMNATION MY BROTHERS!! ive FELT its searing heat within my VERY BONES !!!!!!! but there is a way me be saved… “OH TELL US FATHER GALAHAD, TELL US” I HEAR YOU CRY “IS IT PIETY IS IT PURITY IS IT VIRTUE?” NO!!! ONLY WAY TO SAVE US NOW IS THE HOLY GRAIL ITSELF… HAHAHAHAHHAAAA…. WELL THAT ORB OF DAMNATION MAKES THE SUN SEEM PALE YOURE QUITE CORRECT TO QUIVER YOU ARE RIGHT TO QUAIL THE ONLY WAY TO SAVE US IS TO FIND THAT GRAIL OR WE ALL FALL INTO THE FLAMES OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE YOUR SKIN STARTS TO SIZZLE AS YOU EXPIRE YOU CLAIM TO BE VIRTUOUS BUT YOURE A LIAR !!!!! AND YOU FEEL THE HEAT OF THE FLAMES �� i said HEEEELLLLFIIIIRE HEEEEEEEELLLLFIRE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLFIIIIIREEE HEEEEEEELLLLLLFIIIIIIRE OF THAT FIRE THAT FIRE THAT HELLFIRE AT THE HEART OF THAT INFERNO THAT WILL NEVER TIRE IVE SEE THE END IS NIGH AND DAMNATIONS NIGHER OH WE ALL FALL INTO THE FLAMES
Ok i know this is kind of a shot in the dark because hes so obscure but i need to speak my truth. Hes so insane. The narrator calls him a “holy roller.” He has a vision which is meant to tell him that the place they live is LITERALLY going to get burnt to a crisp because its slowly falling into the sun. But hes like Oh my god i just had a vision of hell i need to save everyone from eternal damnation. And he happily gets killed and turned into a pile of slop because he believes its what he was “chosen to do” he quite literally dies for his religion. Hes also quite funny. I like him. Thank you
#sister michael#derry girls#cct polls#tumblr tournament#tumblr bracket#tumblr polls#galahad#high noon over camelot#the mechanisms
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Hiii love!
How are you doing? It's been ages again 🫣
I went ice skating again today for the first time in years, and even though I am exhausted now and my legs hurt I had so much fun and I was actually still able to skate pretty well! Very proud of myself for that haha
Also, the Vegas Race... I'll probably be able to watch it, even though it's so goddamn early in the morning and I am so excited because its gonna be such a shitshow!
Pitlane Exit onto the hairpin, cold tyres, almost no corners, that weird sphere thing in the background... It's Gonna be interesting! I just hope noone gets hurt or anything, because I actually do expect half the grid to dnf. Hopefully not any favs though!!
(what if max dnfs then Lando win in Las Vegas babyyyy) (definetly Not happening but a girl can dream)
Life has been good to me, I can't believe it's almost December already! I will fly home for Christmas to see my family and I am really excited for it, got almost all the Christmas present already even though usually I am awfull at this (expect my mom, because I always wanna get her something extra special because she does so much and I never find anything good enough 😭)
Are you good with presents? I am always terrified they will hate what I chose... Meh.
Anyways, I hope you have a fun time watching the race if you can and had a good week!
(also, the Lando/Oscar aftercare?? As always, chefs kiss! I will never get tired of your storys...)
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love!!! hello!!!!!
it sure has been ages, i've missed you! happy to hear that you've been good <3 ice skating! that's so much fun!! i had practically never ice skated before 2020 but i tried it once with a friend and i was hooked. haven't done it in a while tho 💔 maybe this winter!
did u end up getting up in the morning to watch? lowkey hope u didn't considering what happened to lando 😭 but then again, it's not much better to wake up to the news that he's in the hospital... i woke up at 8 to just watch macau and then that was just as much of a shitshow lol! sad that i didn't wake up to watch osc all the way since he had such a good run. im actually surprised at how good las vegas was compared to the expectations... i didn't look too hard but i didn't see the sphere thing too much 🤣 it should've played the inchident video to celebrate lestappen podium 🙏
so happy it's almost december and christmas! the best time of the year 🤭 i'm glad you'll have time to go home and spend the holidays with your family, you deserve a good break <3<3 i think i'm quite alright with presents if i know the person well, but otherwise it's so hard.... not only do we barely even celebrate christmas in my family (it breaks my heart since it's my favorite holiday......), but we're especially bad at gift giving lol! we usually just don't make a big deal out of it. suits me kinda well tho because receiving presents can make me kinda uncomfy 😶
awe love i hope you have a good week too!! come back soon again 💓
#also thank you for your kind words 🥺#so so sweet#so thankful that you still read 🫶#love u !#hope everything continues to go smoothly for you <3<3#✨!#asks!#anon!
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so i just watched blonde (dw i 🏴☠️'d it out of principle) and yeah. ana de armas is brilliant but this shitshow is a waste of her talent. first of all it is SLOW. this guy thinks he's sergio leone but at least his films had something to say. marilyn has zero agency in this story, it's 3 hours of abuse abuse abuse, and it's genuinely hard to watch. there's a lot of tit in it but not in a cool european cinema kind of way where you sometimes see a tit because there happens to be a tit. no. it all feels super exploitative and unnecessary and contrived and porn-y and icky. a helpless and hapless womanchild like a deer caught in the headlights getting fucked over by assholes again and again with lots of closeups of doe eyes and areolas and the occasional breathy "oh daddy!" to feed the male gaze. the only good thing about this movie is that it doesn't even seem to claim to be a serious biopic? there's zero substance to the story beyond "marilyn was exploited by a patriarchal industry." and tbh the movie doesnt even make a statement against it??? it just... re-victimizes her. no perspective no reprocessing no commentary no message no actual storytelling. its her image for our pleasure. all over again. literally just 3 hours of "look what kind of shit she had to put up with! crazy right? alright, take it easy."
there are some beautiful shots in it though. the use of b/w and color is interesting... like. if you wanna put some lipstick on this pig lmao not that it matters. but yeah. andrew dominik is my new nemesis
#&#tbh i fast forwarded a lot kfkfkg because... yeah.#it's slow#ugh#now im sad#the reviews were quite something so i just wanted to form my own opinion#thats why i decided to watch it but#yeah.........#it's disgusting#the backlash is absolutely warranted
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gonna take a quick break from writing just to talk about how much of a shitshow bbc has been lately.
obviously, bbc has thrown this cb super fucking last minute that concept images were literally shot at the most four days before they were released and bbc got exposed for reusing old mv clips along with stock videos. even with their tracklist too, there's no way in hell they had everyone in the studio recording new songs like a month before this cb. it's more likely that they're just using old tracks that never made the cut on some albums (pretty sure this has been proven since they're releasing a track with monotree, someone they've stopped working with long ago). i won't be surprised if bbc releases la maison from its dungeon just to reel orbits back in.
also, i know that bbc IMMEDIATELY denied the rumor of nine members trying to resign from the company but literally no one has been posting since the chuu departure apart from vivi and hyunjin the only two who weren't included in that rumor. so it's obvious that the girls are tryna boycott as much as they can without breaching their contract.
but thank mf god this boycott is working. i know bbc is fucking stressing the fuck out rn seeing these low ass views and very low sales (pre-order sales were literally less than 10 i think like two days after it was announced). i hope that loona either disbands and gets picked up by another company (hybe i'm looking at you or even sm) or those girls finally get fucking paid.
i know that orbit's hard work along with the moon girl's hard work is kinda going down the drain in terms of gaining popularity and becoming big. but hey, our girls deserve justice from this shitty ass company and we are so close to getting it!
if you don't know how to boycott bbc here are a few things you can do!
DO NOT STREAM THEIR MUSIC FROM SPOTIFY, APPLE MUSIC, ETC. -> on spotify you can even set loona to "Do not play this artist"
do not watch/stream any official music videos and teasers from their social media accounts
do not buy any albums from anywhere -> if u wanna buy their old albums buy second hand like from insta, ebay or mecari!
do not engage with any of the teasers that they post for this cb
if you wanna post/view the teasers @/loonatherepost on twt has everything!
literally go start watching those lyric mv videos from jaeguci aksjdlf
BASICALLY DO THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT YOU WOULD NORMALLY DO FOR A CB!!!
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