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things you don't know | jjk

summary: it’s been seven years since you last saw the boy that broke your heart. after moving back home, you try everything you can to avoid seeing him around town, but destiny has a wicked way of doing the opposite.

✨ title: things you don't know | one shot ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: M/17+ ✨ genre/au: angst | ex best friends!au | ✨ word count: 4.3k ✨ warnings: language, drinking, light kisses, miscommunication, reader jokes about unaliving her other best friend, mentions of throwing up ✨ prompt: “i thought i’d never see you again” ✨ a/n: heyoooo. so this is loosely based off a friendship i had in high school and in case you're wondering (irl) i haven't seen this man in over 17 years (oh gawd i'm old). anyway, thank you to @shina913 for being my beta.

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You were a fool to believe nothing could tear you and your best friend apart. Just like in the movies you'd watch for hours, you realized you were not the main character; he was. You were only part of the supporting cast, the best friend–not the one he wanted. Someone else had been occupying his mind, his thoughts, and you guessed you weren't privy to know all of him.

You wondered if you became the villain in his story. Were you the other woman? How could you have known if he never told you? He was your best friend. The one you shared everything with–your hopes, dreams, and even the dumbest little details of your life.

And maybe you expected too much. Maybe you had built a world of sunshine and rainbows and believed no storms could ever weather through. Maybe you cared too much, thinking he felt the same.

But at long last, you had become the girl jealous of Josie–the person who took away your best friend.

The city you lived in had grown vastly the last time you were here. Multiple lanes were added to the highways, and fields of land were cleared out for new homes, shops, and restaurants to try. Though the only thing on your mind was not bumping into him.

His was the only face you didn't want to run into in a city that felt familiar and unfamiliar. It felt silly. You're a grown woman with a car and an apartment–had bills to pay, and running into one person shouldn't haunt you as it did.

You might have done some detective work, going through old high school friends lists on Facebook and Instagram, lurking to see if he would show up. But as you suspected, he didn't exist on social media, so your chances of seeing him increased in your weird little mind.

The old hangout places were on your no-go list. Remember, you're trying to avoid him. He has not been on your mind every waking second, minute and hour. You weren't wondering how he was doing or if he was okay. He didn't deserve to occupy your mind, take all your energy.

But if you were to bump into him, you had a monologue ready to tell him how he had fucked up your mind, spiked all your insecurities, and hoped he and his stupid little girlfriend lived unhappily ever after. He deserved that, at least.

"Did you see Lillie's Instagram post? The one where a bunch of them were out celebrating Josie's birthday?" Lana asked, sipping on her iced vanilla latte. Lana was another high school best friend who didn't stomp all over your heart.

And regarding Lillie's post, it was hard not to see it when everyone you knew was tagged. Some things never change, you guessed. The same circle of friends, the same drama, the same gossip, but then again, you were sitting with one of your oldest friends.

"Yeah, I saw it."

And you also noticed how Jungkook wasn't in any photos. After doing your detective research and scouring through the internet. He was a ghost, not even showing up in tagged photos. You were hoping to get a glimpse of him in the background, but you hadn't seen a picture of him in years, so you had no idea if he had grown into that big 'ol nose of his or if he had gotten those piercings and tattoos he's always wanted. There was no trace of this man, not even in Josie's pictures.

Last you heard, they were still together, and you always rolled your eyes hard, remembering what Jeon Jungkook did to you. Didn't even have the fucking balls to say it to your face, but in a letter instead.

You suspected it was all Josie's fault. Probably afraid you'd steal him away, or he'd prefer to hang out with you. And you understood, he wasn't your boyfriend or anything, just a friend. Ex-best friend, that is. So you supposed any girl that did like Jungkook would be intimidated by your friendship.

"Have you seen Jungkook at all?"

Lana knew what went down–dropping you like a fly, like you didn't exist. She had teased you like a madwoman because you were crushing hard on his friend, Jimin, and somehow ended up befriending Jungkook.

"Nope," you said flatly.

"So, you know how we always talk about Jungkook being untraceable? I think I found him," she said, pulling out her phone.

Your jaw clenched before huffing out a breath. Lana liked to poke the bear when it came to Jungkook. You knew it wasn't intentional, and there was a part that held onto those painful memories because you weren't over what he did to you. Countless nights of questions and if you could've done anything to save your friendship. Wondering what you did wrong and why he picked Josie instead of you. You thought he had feelings and just didn’t want to act on it.

Lana slid the phone over, her two fingers zooming in on a brightened photo. "It's definitely Jungkook," she pointed to a figure in the background.

You narrowed your eyes as she moved the photo around. Your heart skipped a beat. You'd recognize that nose anywhere. It was him. He wasn't a ghost. There was actual evidence that he existed.

"I searched for more photos, but nothing else came up."

You chuckled. "Of course not. Jeon Jungkook doesn't exist on social media. It was never his thing anyway. It was always Josie who liked the attention."

"As a couple, they make no sense to me. What does he see in her anyway?" Lana pondered, sucking up the last of her latte.

Josie was popular and pretty and did every extracurricular activity known to man. Jungkook was quite the opposite: introverted, kept to himself, played games day and night, yet somehow they still ended up together.

"I don't know. Maybe she has a great personality or something," you answered.

She had everything and could’ve had anyone in the senior class, and something always bothered you about their relationship. You just couldn’t put your finger on it.

Lana could see your despair and decided to change the subject. "What are you doing tonight? Jimin is having a small party and was super excited when I told him you moved back."

You narrowed your eyes, your lips thinned. "What are we? In high school again?"

"Come on, babe. It'll be just like old times. I'll even pick you up. I know you hate driving."

It's only been a week since you've moved back. You didn't even know where all of your cute clothes were. "I have nothing to wear." It was the best excuse you could come up with at the moment.

"I got you. Don't worry about it!"

Fuck—you should've opted for a different excuse.

"I thought you said this was a small party," you said, wearing a dress that was barely covering your ass. You'd get Lana back for putting you in the tightest dress.

"Trust me, this is small." Lana hooked her arm with yours, dragging you to the kitchen, where Jimin poured several soju bottles and sodas into a pitcher. It was quite the concoction.

“How can he afford this place?” you whispered as you stared at the fancy marbled island and large commercial refrigerator.

Lana shrugged. “I don’t think he lives by himself. Probably has roommates or something.”

"Ladies! You're here!" Jimin squealed, setting down the soju bottle. He hugged Lana before greeting you warmly. "Oh—it's so good to see you!" He wrapped his arms around you, moving you from side to side, digging his chin into your shoulder.

"It's good to see you too, Jimin. You're, um, still quite the host." His parties were all the rage in high school, and now that you look back, you're unsure what you saw in Jimin. He was a good guy, a great dancer, but he partied too much for your taste. Maybe you were shallow and just liked him for his looks.

"I have a reputation to uphold." He wiggled his eyebrows, handing you a shot glass. "I call this little drink 'Soju Sunrise.'" He held his glass, waiting for you to clink it against his.

"Here goes nothing." The glasses clack together, and the mixed liquids go down your throat as smooth as silk. Surprisingly, the cocktail is rather tasty, and you hold out your glass for another round.

"Yes! That's my girl!"

After multiple rounds of Jimin's Soju Sunrise, your body loosened up along with your tongue, being quite the chatterbox to everyone hanging around. The alcohol coursing through your veins made catching up with old friends less dull. Though you wish you could've had a sign plastered to you stating your job, why you were back, and what you've been up to. It would've made your life simpler.

As you exited the bathroom, Lana immediately pulled you into an empty bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"What the fuck, Lana?"

"He's here!" she exclaimed out of breath.

"Who?" Confusion sets on your face.

“He-who-must-not-be-named!”

"Voldemort?" You raised a brow, pouting your lips together.

She struck your head. You scowled, rubbing the spot. Still confused, you think back to the crowded room.

A lightbulb finally goes off. You blame the Soju Sunrise for making you an airhead. "You've got to be kidding me."

"She's here too."

Oh, how you'd rather be clawing your eyes out right now. It would hurt less than facing Jungkook and Josie after all these years.

You had your little monologue prepared and ready to go, but you didn't think you'd have to recite it. Did you even remember what you wanted to say?

You looked around the room and sprinted when you saw a window. Your hands fumbled with the lock, but it was too hard to open.

"What are you doing?" Lana asked, her eyebrows knitted together, watching you struggle.

"I'm gonna climb out the window." It was the only sensible thing to do.

"You're so fucking dramatic."

"It's the only way to avoid them."

Lana grabbed your arms and made you look at her. "You are a grown-ass woman. Put on your big girl panties and walk out that door with your head held high."

"But I don't wanna," you pout. "And I'm wearing granny panties." You lowered your head, staring at your dress, picturing the blush-colored panties with a little bow on the front.

"Granny panties with this dress?"

"What? I couldn't find other ones and I like full coverage." Curse you for not unpacking like you should've been doing.

"Would've been better if you went commando."

"Lana! I have some dignity."

"Do you, though? You won't even leave this room and face the one person who broke your heart."

"Thanks, Lana," you said flatly.

"You're welcome!" she smiled, shaking your body. "Come on. You can do this. I believe in you." You rolled your eyes, staring blankly at her. She scanned you from head to toe, then back up to your chest. "Sweetie, we gotta make sure your tits are stunning." She dragged down the top of the dress, ensuring the swells of your breasts were peeking through.

"Lana, I'm not trying to seduce the guy." Okay—maybe you developed a crush on him, but it's not like you were going to make a move, he had a girlfriend for fuck’s sake.

"Yeah, who cares? We're trying to make Josie jealous."

"This is so high school," you comment, digging through your purse for your lipstick.

"Your point is?" Lana blinked.

You huffed. Okay—fine. If this were the only time you'd see Jeon Jungkook and Kim Josie, then fuck it. You could pretend everything was great for five minutes. Your hand went underneath your dress, tugging off your granny panties and tossing them on the ground.

"Holy shit—going commando too?" Lana squealed and clapped excitedly.

Hiking your dress up just a smidge, you were ready to smile and lie through whatever this dreaded conversation would bring up, probably old feelings of hurt and regret.

You hooked your arm through Lana's, with your shoulders back and head held high. This was it. After all this time, you would face the son-of-a-bitch who broke your heart and the cruel witch who took him away.

You had class—at least, you hoped you did. So, you'd play it cool, be calm and collected. Pretend like you had your shit together.

That is until you turned the corner and immediately spotted them snuggled up in the corner. Josie looked like a lovesick puppy all over him. Jungkook, not so much.

You clutched Lana's arm tighter and came to a halt. You repeated your short monologue in your brain from the bedroom to the living room, but it was as if your mind had wiped everything and your brain's connectors were short-circuiting.

Your eyes glistened as you watched the two. Josie sat on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him. Your lower lip quivered, and your stomach sank. You weren't sure if you needed to hurl because of them or because of the soju. Perhaps both.

Jungkook pulled away from her grasp, seemingly annoyed by her show of affection. As soon as he turned away from her, his eyes landed on you.

You flashed a small smile and a wave of your hand. Who knew seeing Jungkook would make you feel the complete opposite of the narrative you had created? In your head, he was a heartless best friend who left you for a wicked witch, but here he was in the flesh and was just that big-nosed, doe-eyed boy whom you shared everything with. You missed him so much and wanted to catch up on life like no time had passed.

Lana turned to you. "Hey, what happened to the bad bitch persona? Aren't you gonna tell him off?"

"I'm so stupid, Lana. I can't do this." So much anger had been building up within the last seven years, but underneath that anger was just a girl who was heartbroken.

Lana nudged you in the ribs. You two watched as he pushed Josie off his lap, causing her to frown. You attempted to let go, but she pulled you in as Jungkook beelined toward you.

"Oh, my god! Jeon Jungkook in the flesh?" Lana said in a dramatic tone. "You do exist! I can't believe it. Well, I'm going to find myself another drink! Have fun catching up with your bestie!" She punched Jungkook's shoulder hard, and he scowled and flinched, massaging the spot.

You pressed your lips together, unsure what to say to him. It's been seven years since you last saw him. Once you graduated from high school, you were out of each other's hair. You were off to college a few hours away, and he stayed in town to attend a local university.

Jungkook cut off all forms of communication. It was like your friendship ceased to exist, which hurt you the most. The last thing you received from him was a measly little letter explaining that he was with Josie and that she didn't want you coming in between their relationship.

You couldn't understand why Jungkook couldn't just talk to you. Josie was never mentioned in conversations, nor did you see him with her, so it felt out of left field. If Jungkook told you he liked someone, you'd never stand in the way of his happiness. You thought he knew you better than that, but maybe you were wrong. Maybe you didn't know each other at all.

"I thought I'd never see you again," Jungkook said, the corners of his mouth curving into a warm smile.

You only paid attention to the glow-up Jungkook had. He did get the lip piercings he wanted, along with the tattoos. You could see them peeking through underneath his gray hoodie hanging off his shoulder. The white tank top defined his taut chest, letting you know he liked to work out. His damp hair curled in all the right places against the nape of his neck and his forehead. The silver chain adorning his neck looked pretty enough to tug on.

"You look great, by the way," Jungkook added, breaking you out of your daze.

"Oh, thanks. So do you." You manage to squeak out finally; then you remember how provocative you looked in your dress compared to sweet, innocent, looking Josie in her pink floral sundress, who was making their way toward you.

"Jungkook, can we please get a drink?" Josie whined, giving you the once over before latching onto Jungkook like the leech she was.

"You remember—"

Josie interrupted, "Yeah–don't remind me. Can we go?"

Josie stormed off toward the kitchen, leaving you and Jungkook behind. Did he have any say in their relationship, or did she tug him around like a puppy on a short leash?

You're stunned but not surprised by her remark. Once a bitch, always a bitch.

Turning your attention back to him, you realize you have nothing to say. The scars from this friendship were carved deeply into your heart; not even the monologue you rehearsed could dissipate the pain he caused.

"I—I gotta go," you said, taking off toward the bedroom because you couldn't fucking leave your underwear on a random stranger's floor. You had to save whatever dignity you had left.

"Wait—" He tried to grab your attention and followed you, walking through the hallway toward a room. He watched you go from one end of the room to the other, searching for something. "What are you doing in my room?"

You straighten your posture, slowly turning to him. "This is your room?"

"Yeah, Jimin and I share this place along with another friend.”

Oh, now you were going to fucking kill Lana. She knew. She must have! That's why she wanted to bring you here. And out of all the rooms, you had to pick Jeon Jungkook’s to leave your underwear in?

"Great," you said in exasperation. You turned back around in search of your panties. "Where the fuck is it?" It could only be in so many places.

"Where's what?"

You got down on your hands and knees, tugging your dress down, looking underneath the bed for your granny panties. "Nothing," you grumbled. "Fuck it. Forget it." You stood, walking past Jungkook. He could have your underwear as a keepsake, you suppose.

"Hey—" He gripped your arm. "Come on. This is how you greet me after all this time?"

You scoffed, glaring at him. "You're fucking kidding me, right? You're lucky I'm even speaking to you. You don't even deserve that."

He lets go of your arm. "We kind of ended on a sour note, but it wasn't my fault."

He couldn't see it, but smoke was fuming from your ears, and you wished your death glare could burn through him and maybe even through Josie. How fucking dare he put all the blame on you? And for what exactly? You might add that you did nothing but be his friend, and he ghosted you like you meant nothing to him.

"So it's my fault?" You assumed he was placing the blame on you. "How is it my fault? Please enlighten me, Jungkook."

He quieted down, cowering his head.

"You showed up holding hands with Josie, then proceeded to not talk to me like a human being and instead wrote me a fucking letter like the coward you are. A letter, for fucks sake. You could've had the common decency to say it to my face."

You walked out of language class, and there they were, hand in hand as you idly watched from behind. And he didn’t even hand you the letter. He had stuffed it in your locker.

Your words took him aback. His recount of how everything went down was different from yours. "I'm sorry," he said. His eyes flicked to yours before looking away.

"Well, it's too fucking late for apologies."

Jungkook called out to you, and you didn't look back, storming away from him. You passed by Lana, telling her you were leaving and that you'd talk to her later.

You ran out the front door, stopping at the sidewalk's edge, remembering that Lana drove. "Fuck," you grumbled, pulling out your phone to grab an Uber.

You were stupid to think Jeon Jungkook wouldn't affect you after all these years. Maybe it's because you haven't dealt with feeling abandoned by him. Maybe you wished you did more for your friendship. Whatever the reason, you knew moving back wasn't a good idea because you’d have to deal with this.

"Hey!" Jungkook called out. You looked over your shoulder and continued walking. He ran in front of you to grab your attention. "Can you talk to me?" he asked, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

"Why don't you fucking write me a letter? Since you're so good at that," you mocked as you shuffled around him. He was a shitty writer who could barely pass Creative Writing without your help.

"That's not fair."

You scoffed, stopping in your tracks to turn back to him. "Run back to your little girlfriend. Don’t you have to get her approval first before talking to me?"

"She's not my girlfriend."

You tut. "Yeah–okay." That was hard to believe, considering she was all over him.

"She's not. We haven't been together for a while now," Jungkook explained.

"You looked pretty cozy earlier."

Jungkook looks at the ground, kicking around an invisible rock. "It's complicated."

"That's great, Jungkook, but I really don't want to hear about your relationship problems. Good luck with Josie and in life. You two deserve each other." You pulled out your phone to see if the Uber was arriving.

Crossing your arms, you walked back toward Jimin's place. You wish you pinned the pick-up location somewhere else, but you'd have to endure his presence longer.

Jungkook followed, giving you some space, stopping when you did. His eyes raked over you. His dimple appeared and disappeared as he licked his lips and chewed on the inside of his cheek.

"When you got your acceptance letter to college, and you decided you were leaving, you didn't bother to ask about what I thought," he said, hands still in his pocket, staring at the ground. Your eyes flickered to him before looking away. He softly chuckled, "I thought to myself, what would I do without my best friend? I had nothing going for me, didn't even know what I wanted to do—still don't know what I want to do. And as much as you make me out to be the bad guy in your story, there are a lot of things you don't know."

You turned away from him as your eyes began to well up. You didn't want to cry before him, rehashing things from so long ago. You let out a shaky breath, trying to contain your emotions.

"Why didn't you say anything?" you asked, using the back of your hand to wipe away the snot threatening to fall.

He shrugged. "I don't know. I would never want to keep you from something that made you happy," he admitted.

You were always open with each other, so you're unsure why this one thing made it seem like he couldn't be honest with you.

"Tell me one thing."

Jungkook hummed.

"Why didn't you tell me about Josie?" It was the one question that lingered since you received his letter.

His lips thinned. "Honestly?" You nodded. "It all happened so quickly. Jimin was throwing a party that night when you told me about going off to college, and I was in my head, overthinking everything. And Josie was there, being sweet and comforting me, and I don't know what came over me. I just kissed her to make myself feel better. Then, the next day at school, she took my hand and told everyone we were together."

"So, let me get this straight? I told you I'm going off to college. You get upset, kiss Josie because you were mad about me leaving, and then end up in a relationship with her?"

"Well, when you put it that way, it sounds ridiculous."

You turned to him, hitting him across the chest several times. He held his hands up to block you. "Because Jeon Jungkook, it is ridiculous! God–you're such—a—" you groaned. "Do you know how much you hurt me? We could've avoided all this if you had just talked to me. Life could've been different for us. You could've come with me, and then we could've been together."

"Together?" He stared at you with his starry brown eyes.

"Yes, you dummy! I liked you, if you couldn't tell. I was going to tell you, but then you and Josie happened, and well, you know how the rest of the story goes."

You closed your eyes and let out a long-awaited breath. It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, getting all this out in the open. You weren't expecting Jungkook to do anything to make you feel better, but at least he could hear what you wanted to say after all these years.

Your uber pulled up and you opened the door, holding onto it as you looked at Jungkook. A glimpse of the boy you once knew still lingered in his eyes. If you could go back and do it all over again, you would've fought harder for him, fought for what the two of you had. It was too precious of a friendship to let go just like that. Unfortunately, life didn't work that way.

There were no forms of time travel or alternate dimensions where the two of you could've lived happily ever after, and there were only the choices you made here and now.

"Bye, Jungkook."

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Rebus – BBC picks up new series

BY IAN MCARDELL FILED UNDER NEWS

Richard Rankin takes on the role of the famous Scottish detective

The BBC acquired the Scottish crime drama Rebus. Made by Eleventh Hour Films for Viaplay, and based on Ian Rankin’s novels, the series stars Richard Rankin (no relation) in the title role.

The detective has been previously played, as an Inspector, by both John Hannah and Ken Stott.

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The six-part series has been adapted for the screen by Gregory Burke who reimagines the character earlier in his career. Detective Sergeant John Rebus is drawn into a violent criminal conflict that turns personal when his brother Michael, a former soldier, crosses the line into criminality. Rebus finds himself torn between protecting his brother and enforcing the law to bring Michael to justice.

Gregory Burke To Adapt Ian Rankin’s Rebus Series as Eleventh Hour Drama Black Watch. Both adaptations, have Richard Rankin’s participation. Based on interviews with former soldiers, it tells the story of troops from the then Black Watch regiment serving in Iraq. The play toured around the world and went on to win four Olivier Awards.

Richard Rankin as John Rebus (Image: Mark Mainz/Eleventh Hour Films)

The series promises to explore family, morality and class in an emotionally charged story, set against the Scottish landmarks that Rankin’s readers know so well.

Joining Richard Rankin (Outlander), the series also stars Lucie Shorthouse (Bulletproof), Brian Ferguson (The Ipcress File) and Amy Manson (The Nevers). Plus, Neshla Caplan, Noof Ousellam, Stuart Bowman, Caroline Lee Johnson, Sean Buchanan, Thoren Ferguson and Michelle Duncan.

Filming took place in Glasgow and Edinburgh last year.

Author Ian Rankin says:

“I’m thrilled that Rebus is coming to the BBC. A great cast and a compelling story – I really can’t wait for viewers to see it.”

This is the first time the BBC has adapted Sir Ian Rankin's detective novels. 📸 Getty Images

Actor Richard Rankin adds:

“I am thrilled that Rebus will premiere on the BBC. It’s been an honour taking on the role of Ian Rankin’s renowned John Rebus. A character enjoyed by so many in such a fresh and original adaptation.”

The six-part series is directed by Niall MacCormick (Wallander) and Fiona Walton (Shetland) and is produced by Angela Murray. Paula Cuddy, Jill Green, Eve Gutierrez, Tomas Axelsson, Isabelle Hultén, Niall MacCormick, Gregory Burke and Ian Rankin are the Executive Producers.

Rebus will air on BBC Scotland, BBC One and BBC iPlayer later this spring.

I'm waiting and watching 🍿

#Rebus #BBCScotland #BBCOne # BBCiPlayer #JohnRebus #DetectiveSergeant #Ian Rankin #novel #RichardRankin #EleventhHourFilms #Viaplay

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If you’ve never watched Why Didn’t They Ask Evans? on BritBox, you’re missing out. It’s got it all. A 30s period miniseries and Agatha Christie adaptation, this show’s got mystery, adorable romance, an attractive cast, amazing costumes, great whump, three hour long episodes, and the wittiest banter I’ve ever heard.

Will Poulter on the cover caught my eye. I grew up with him as Eustace Clarance Scrubb, but also watched him as Gally in The Maze Runner and Adam Warlock in Guardians of the Galaxy. His chemistry with Lucy Boynton as Frankie Dernwent is amazing.

Two amateur detectives try to solve the death of a man whose last words are “Why didn’t they ask Evans?”.

Tropes include: Childhood friends to lovers, class difference, murder mystery, banter/flirting, boy with a heart of gold, girl who takes charge, carnival, disguises, she wears his clothes, sharing cigarettes, period drama, etc.

To all my fellow whump lovers out there, we got nightmares, stalking, poisoning, hospital, attempted murder, non-con drugging, manhandling, kidnapping, restraints, and an asylum

Even if you’re not an Agatha Christie fan, this series is amazing and doesn’t take long to finish. Highly, highly recommended. 👌🏼

(Sorry. Idk how to make my own gifs).

#why didn’t they ask evans?#wdtae #miniseries #will poulter #bobby jones #murder mystery #agatha christie #britbox #whump #childhood friends to lovers #frankie derwent #i love them #miscellaneous

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MY CULTURAL FIRSTS

Louise Brealey: My first kiss with Sherlock’s Benedict Cumberbatch

The actor and writer on taking acid at her first gig, meeting Michael Caine – and the moment she knew the BBC detective drama was going to be huge

Louise Brealey

LEO STAAR

Jake Helm

Sunday November 12 2023, 12.13am GMT, The Sunday Times

First concert I went to

I would like to say an unknown band called Blur in a tiny tent at Reading in 1994, but I accidentally took my first and very much last acid tab off an apprentice plumber called Tony from Swansea and watched the The on the big stage instead. It was all fine until the music started to creep up from the grass right up my legs and I was surrounded by terrifying gargoyles.

First pop-inspired fashion trends I adopted

I’m afraid I was a relentlessly unfashionable child. I was a square and listened to 10cc I’m Not in Love and The Eagles’ Desperado on repeat. I did love Robert Smith [from the Cure] but I didn’t wear enormous jumpers until my twenties.

First time I realised the BBC drama Sherlock was going to be a huge hit

The read-through was electric, which is not normal. Usually, it’s nerve-jangling because everyone is terrified they’re going to be sacked. A few weeks later I was watching the scene where Benedict first stuck his head round the lab door and said to Martin Freeman: “The name is Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221b Baker Street.” And I thought, yes it is. But really, I realised it was going to be huge when I was on early Twitter and the show went off. When Sherlock kissed [my character] Molly I got 60,000 followers in an hour.

Louise Brealey as Molly Hooper, right, and the cast of Sherlock

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First TV show I enjoyed

Like everyone at school I was obsessed by Jim’ll Fix It. I put two letters into one envelope to double my chances. One was to ask to meet John Travolta because I’d seen him star in The Boy in the Plastic Bubble, a film in which he plays this kid that can’t step outside a little plastic tent or he’ll die. The other was asking to meet the pop star Paul Young — I figured I had a better chance with him because he was from Luton. At least I didn’t do what my brother did and write to Jimmy Savile to ask to meet Rolf Harris.

First film I saw at the cinema

The first film I saw on my own at the pictures was Stand by Me at The Point in Milton Keynes. I had seen River Phoenix in the video for Ben E King’s single on Top of the Pops and was utterly love-struck. That was it. River was the only one for me. I still think River was the great acting talent of his generation.

First time I cried at the cinema

Watership Down. That was actually the first film I saw at the cinema. At the Palace in Wellingborough, when I was five or six. It was the first time I had any clue that creatures die. I was very affected by it — I called my next rabbit Bright Eyes.

First actor I admired

Joan Greenwood in Kind Hearts and Coronets. She was the single most beautiful woman I’d ever seen — and I was fascinated by her voice. I also loved Richard Burton’s voice, mainly because he narrated The War of the Worlds, my dad’s favourite album. I wanted to marry Richard Burton so I could listen to him all day long.

First thing I did to embody my new character Deb in Such Brave Girls

I started with her voice. I wanted to use the Northamptonshire accent. It’s the land of my birth and how my whole family talks except for me because I was a scholarship kid at a posh school, and I’ve never worked in it before. And then the clothes — Deb is obsessed with being feminine, so with her costumes it’s often about the cleavage. I think of her as a wily street rat in dangly earrings.

First famous person I met

I didn’t meet anyone famous until my first proper job, which was as a film journalist. The most exciting thing to happen was to go to a film set and sit in Michael Caine’s trailer. He asked: “Would you like to marry me?” I blushed and started stammering at him. And then he politely pushed a little dish of Murray Mints in my direction and I realised that he’d actually said: “Would you like a Murray Mint?”

#Louise Brealey #Such Brave Girls #BBC3 #A24 #Sherlock

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#Mira-Marathon | Knives Out

Film Name: Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022); Production Studios: Netflix, T-Street; Director and Screenwriter by: Rian Johnson; Starring: Daniel Craig, Edward Norton, Janelle Monáe, Kate Hudson, Kathryn Hahn; Genres: Comedy, Criminal, Drama, Detective; Running Time: 2 hours 19 minutes;

"Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery" is a sequel to the 2019 film, where the famous detective Benoit Blanc goes to Greece to solve a mystery that connects a new group of suspects, because even before the trip, everyone knew what was going to happen... a murder. This is an exciting detective story with a complex plot, a talented cast and humor. Although some of the characters are stereotypical, this is a great movie for fans of interesting stories and mysteries.

My rating: 9/10

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This life story begins at the end, with Aneurin “Nye” Bevan in a hospital bed, befittingly for the visionary political colossus who created Britain’s National Health Service in 1948.As Bevan (Michael Sheen) is creeping towards death, flashbacks of memory bring a hallucinatory quality reminiscent of The Singing Detective: beds and ward curtains are woven into scenes of his childhood as a Welsh miner’s son and a stammering schoolboy bullied by his headteacher. We follow his rise from local council politics to the House of Commons and high office under Clement Attlee (Stephanie Jacob, slightly sinister in a bald wig). Doctors and nurses morph into a bevy of characters from his past, the cast juggling this multiplicity adeptly, and there is a surreal song and dance breakout number as, one presumes, Bevan’s morphine kicks in.In a production written by Tim Price and directed by Rufus Norris, there is some inspired stagecraft as the hospital curtains of Vicki Mortimer’s ingenious set swish to reveal debating chambers and libraries. But the narrative is too long-reaching and schematic, its extensively researched material not fully absorbed dramatically.Co-produced with Wales Millennium Centre and running at over two and a half hours, Nye is a too full, yet too simplified, survey of the personal and political elements in Bevan’s world, with some high-pitched moments accompanied by syrupy music.

Bevan is presented as a renegade, Jeremy Corbyn-like figure of his day: both a thorn in the side of Winston Churchill (impersonated well by Tony Jayawardena) and the Labour party. There are council meetings, parliamentary debates, his first meeting with his wife, Jennie Lee (Sharon Small), the war and its aftermath. So much is packed in that the momentous invention of the NHS is tackled, as if in summary, in the last half hour.

Only then do we hear how the nation’s doctors were heavily opposed to Bevan’s proposition. There are exchanges on a screen with an army of hostile medics who look like Minority Report holograms, but we whizz past this opposition, which has enough in-built conflict to be worthy of is own full-length drama.

Sheen (grey helmet hair, chequered pyjamas) is well cast for his natural charm. He brings a curious fey playfulness and vulnerability but does not plumb the depths of his commanding character – or perhaps the busy script simply does not allow it. However, Bevan’s limitations as a son to his dying father bring some emotional mileage as he is too busy caring for the nation’s wellbeing to be there for him.

Small is not given much room for manoeuvre either, and Lee is used for exposition purposes rather than dramatic ones. She talks of her open marriage, describing Bevan as a “rutting stag”, which sits at odds with the cutely pyjama-clad man on stage. There are brief reflections on navigations between her career as Westminster’s youngest MP – and one of only five women – and her marriage. Both she and Bevan hailed from working-class backgrounds and there is a moment when he talks about “impostor syndrome” in this hallowed space. She is unequivocal in her outsider status: “That’s why this place needs us.” Despite these feisty lines, she remains flat, which seems a crime – her character could have been far richer.

Nye is still a vital play because Bevan is a vital man of British history. It succeeds in showing us just how high the hurdles he faced were. When he describes prewar healthcare – one service for the rich, one for the poor – it rings of today’s two-tiered system. “I want to give you your dignity,” he says, as the NHS launches. It is a rousing moment yet contains a terrible, tragic irony, given what is coming to pass with his precious legacy.

#Michael Sheen #Nye #National Theatre #NHS #review #The Guardian

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Barbara Rush ((January 4, 1927 – March 31, 2024) Stage, film and television actress. In 1954, Rush won the Golden Globe Award as most promising female newcomer for her role in the 1953 American science fiction film It Came from Outer Space. Later in her career, Rush became a regular performer in the television series Peyton Place, and appeared in TV movies, miniseries, and a variety of other programs, including the soap opera All My Children and family drama 7th Heaven,

In 1962, she guest-starred as Linda Kinkcaid in the episode “Make Me a Place” on The Eleventh Hour starring Wendell Corey and Jack Ging. In 1962–1963, she appeared three times as Lizzie Hogan on Saints and Sinners. In 1965, she appeared in a two-part episode of The Fugitive titled “Landscape with Running Figures” as Marie Gérard, wife of police detective Lt. Philip Gérard. 1967, she guest-starred on the series Custer.

She portrayed the devious Nora Clavicle in the TV series Batman. In 1976, Rush played the role of Ann Sommers/Chris Stewart, the mother of female sci-fi action character Jaime Sommers in The Bionic Woman.

She was a cast member on the early 1980s soap opera Flamingo Road as Eudora Weldon. In 1998, she was featured in an episode titled “Balance of Nature” on the television series The Outer Limits. She has continued to make guest appearances on television. In 2007, she played the recurring role of Grandma Ruth Camden on the series 7th Heaven. (Wikipedia)

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#Barbara Rush #TV #Obit #Obituary #O2024 #Peyton Place #All My Children #7th Heaven #Flamingo Road

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Happiness Review/General Thoughts

I figured that since I enjoyed this K-Drama as much as I did, I might as well write a review about it.

Please note that this is going to be a review written by someone who doesn’t generally watch horror genre content. The closest I have ever gotten to it prior to this show was Supernatural.

As always, I will endeavor to keep this spoiler free!

Genre(s)

Idol Drama • Fantasy • Action • Thriller & Suspense • Drama

Synopsis

This show focuses primarily on Officer Yoon Sae Bom and Detective Jung Yi Hyun. Yoon Sae Bom is a special agent with quick wits and reflexes and another special quality. She earns the opportunity to move into a new apartment set aside for civil servants in a coveted apartment complex by pretending to marry high school friend Jung Yi Hyun. Yi Hyun is a police detective investigating the spread of a mysterious disease. They are trapped in their apartment building when Han Tae Seok, head of the task force to control the spread of the disease, orders the complex to be sealed off from the rest of the city.

Quarantine and disease reveal a social caste system, bringing out the best and worst of the apartment residents.

(Source: MyDramaList)

My Review (Spoiler Free)

This drama was good. Considering the last time I had been recommended a K-Drama to watch, I was fully expecting to get a sense of things being too bleak and heavy and needing to take a break or being too grossed out by the monsters to be able to watch. Neither of those things ever happened, I wound up binge-watching this drama within 24 hours - it was that good.

Happiness has just the right balance of humor and heart to mix with the dark and foreboding nature of the show.

On top of this, their version of zombies are much less grotesque than what I’m used to seeing in media (by which I mean ads for zombie type movies, shows, games, etc. because, again, this isn’t my typical type of show). They’re not missing giant patches of skin, they also don’t have exposed bones or internal organs. They’re more human than monster, especially because they have a period where they’re sane and very very human. Which, I really liked. I liked seeing the “monsters” and those who got bitten/scratched by them as being more morally grey and dependent upon who they are as a person/individual instead of as an inherently evil monster who is irredeemable.

Even though this show doesn’t really advertise a romance, there’s a wonderful slow-burn friends to lovers storyline in this show which I absolutely adored! The lead actors really brought their A games and sold the show and the romance! If that’s not enough, the little found family they made is just so cute. 🥹💜

While I certainly can’t speak for experienced horror genre watchers, I can speak for the absolute soft fluffballs who don’t really do horror. I would recommend watching this K-Drama just as I was recommended to watch it. This show is honestly great if you want to lightly dip your toes into something a little more horror-y, without getting too uncomfortable.

Rewatchability

Overall, I’d say this show is highly rewatchable. In fact, I’m fighting the urge to rewatch the show right now as I’m writing this.

Considering this show has only 12 episodes, each at an hour long, it is very easy to watch and rewatch this show!

#kdrama #happiness tvn #happiness kdrama #kdrama review #han hyo joo #park hyungsik #honestly so glad my mutual recommended that I actually go ahead and watch this show #spoiler free review

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Raina/The Cast’s Dynamics (OC)

Thought this would be fun so I joined ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ || Raina’s established spouse is Julian ! || Warning, yapfest ahead 😓

Julian: In her words, he is her ‘beloved, beautiful, and very eccentric drama king’. In all seriousness, He’s been a light in her life — one of her first friends since she moved to Vesuvia, always taking her to the most lively places and ranting about common interests together. Their first meeting before the plague arose was at a local tavern during a celebration, and they clicked instantly over their love of medical practice and not-so-fun facts for the surrounding patrons. Ever since they found each other again, they’ve been an inseparable pair. They became regular actors in the local theatre after saving the world, because why not? And Julian now enjoys — although reluctantly at first— learning and dabbling in spells that Raina shows him, finally embracing magic.

Asra: When she initially woke up, the sight of their face provided an odd, fuzzy and euphoric feeling, and they’ve been a safe space ever since. There’s a lingering scent of cardamom and violets on him that is mysteriously comforting, and seeing Asra and Faust can make a bad day worlds better. Recovering and relearning after death would have never been possible without them, and Raina is grateful to them eternally for it. They would never return from a trip without at least one shiny item for her insatiable curiosity. A fond memory they both share is when she began to relearn magic, it came to her naturally. (There were a couple explosions but who cares about that?)

Nadia: A gorgeous, kind, intelligent woman in power who happens to be good friends with her teacher? Sign her up. They often arrange luncheons and casual tea parties on free days to catch up, chatting happily until the late hours of the day into the evenings. During the interrogation session (post-plague and murder), things were slightly awkward. It was clear as day that the “detective” and the “suspect” cared deeply for one another, and in her eyes — it was the comedic relief they all needed at the time. Nadia often jokes about it during masquerades lightheartedly, bringing up how fervently Julian can dodge subjects. In her eyes, she is a loyal, dedicated, and generous countess, but an even better friend.

Muriel: They’ve always had a quiet understanding since Raina was resurrected: ‘We may not talk much, but It’s okay to consider us friends.’ Oftentimes she’d come over with Asra, bringing simpler gifts as not to overwhelm him, but sometimes— Raina visited on her own to feed the chickens, play with Inanna, or simply drop by to say hello. They silently trust each other and are willing to help the other in times of urgent need. Sometimes Muriel will have a gift in return, like a freshly made snack, or a wood sculpture, but he’s always a little embarrassed to give it to her directly.

Portia: As the little sibling to her spouse, they’re universally obligated to be best friends. They poke fun at Julian but simultaneously care for him the most. They work together to make the best pastries and dishes weekly, and love to experiment in the kitchen. Julian is happily the tester for the ideas his wife and baby sister come up with (this is how they get him to eat normally, it works deviously well!). They go shopping and have picnics frequently with Nadia, enjoying one another’s company. Portia appreciates not just being seen as ‘Julian’s sister’ or ‘Head servant’ and loves being able to be herself. Has always been thankful that Raina decided to help her brother clear his name instead of condemning an innocent man, who was also her only remaining family.

Lucio: If it weren’t for all the atrocities he’s committed, his sassy attitude, the way he mistreated her friends and the citizens of Vesuvia, and bringing a LITERAL PLAGUE among other misfortune into her life, maybe, just maybe they could’ve been friends. After finding out the depth of his character, it took everything in her not to beat the absolute dog crap out of him in the magical realms. Raina is a firm believer in Lucio slander, and sees him as a failure of a Count, and a weak man. Makes fun of his receding hairline too.

#the arcana #vesuvia weekly #MC/LI dynamics #julian devorak #lucio morgasson #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #asra alnazar #muriel #lucio the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #portia the arcana #muriel the arcana #asra the arcana

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How about Robert Pattinson in a Christie?

I racked my brains for a Christie role that would make adequate use of his fey qualities and demonstrable delight in being a Weird Guy (affectionate) on screen and off, and I think the answer is Harley Quin. I would definitely watch the series where Robert Pattinson drifts in and out of people's lives being a weird and possibly supernatural guy.

#the mysterious mr. quin #detective drama casting hour #robert pattinson

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hiii, what fandoms are u into rn?? and maybe tell me about them, if u wanna?? use this as an excuse to ramble.. in desperate need of something new to be obsessed over HAHA hope ur having a good night 🫶

hi hi!! i love to yap so you have asked a dangerous question!! i do have a whole page of my fandoms on my carrd but i'm gonna try to sell you and my followers on some of my more niche ones rn lol

baldur's gate 3 has some of the most compelling characters of any video game i've ever played. i will admit, it isn't a game for people who don't love games, it can take like a minimum of 80 hours to finish the game, it's kind of difficult, and it's all based on dnd so the combat and stuff might be confusing for people, but the ROMANCE and friendships and characters are so fucking incredible. i have only actually romanced astarion but shhh.

barry is a t.v. show on max that i think is one of the greatest shows ever made, and not just because i have a huge crush on bill hader who writes, directs, produces, and stars in it. it's a dark comedy about a hitman who hates his job and wants to become an actor instead. there's a great gay couple (i will not lie and say they have a happy story though) and one of the best written female characters ever imo. it's a star-studded cast, 4 seasons, but the episodes are only 20-30 mins so it goes by fast. if you don't mind violence, this is genuinely a 10/10 piece of media for me.

death note is my favorite anime of all time, one of my top fav shows, and i have a manga panel from it tattooed on me. it's a masterpiece that mixes supernatural horror, crime-solving detective drama, insane homoeroticism, and existential/moral dilemma. it's not very long and people say it gets bad after a certain episode and i genuinely wish all those people a very get well soon because are you kidding me??? i think it's a great intro to anime.

saltburn was such a good fucking movie and i know you've probably seen the memes and everyone talking, but i genuinely loved this movie and would love to write a felix/oliver fic lol. it's pretty disturbing and has a lot of things that the average viewer would be freaked out by, but i am genuinely not that shocked/grossed out by most things in media so i just love this movie, i gave it 5/5 on letterboxd and so did my partner.

the great is a show on hulu that is a historical comedy (that is self-admittedly not historically accurate, so if that would annoy you, this one's not for you!!) about catherine the great, empress of russia, and it is genuinely one of my favorite shows ever. it's got incredible female characters, some pretty good queer rep, doesn't use the time period/country as an excuse to not have representation. it is so funny, heart-breaking, sexy, and just so goddamn good. it did unfortunately get cancelled after season 3 but i think they knew it would be cancelled and left it off in a decent place (from the spoilers i know at least, i'm still watching). there is a lot of vulgar content (sex, sexual humor, gross humor, swearing) so if that's not your vibe, don't even bother, lol, but if you like enemies-to-lovers, period dramas, or watching elle fanning act like a fucking psychopath, plz watch and then talk to me about headcanons.

#ask

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anhed-nia · 5 months

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BLOGTOBER 10/27/2023: NIGHT VISITOR (1989)

Definitely not to be confused with the 1971 Swedish film starring Max Von Sydow and Liv Ulman, 1989's NIGHT VISITOR is a bizarre horror-comedy that's half-pilfered from FRIGHT NIGHT, and the other half is just...something that is not under control. A hunky teen with a "boy who cried wolf" problem witnesses a horrific murder while spying on his neighbor Shannon Tweed, and then he and his goofy friend and their "cool" gal pal endeavor to out their mean teacher as a devil worshiper. The appearance of Mme Tweed and a variety of streetwalkers from central casting seem to suggest that this is going to be really sexy, but it is not, unless you get off super hard to women tossing their hair and winking at the camera. And on that note, I must point out that the teen's mom, played by Brooke Bundy, looks so much like the neighbor he's obsessed with, that like...well if I had a friend in high school who was sexually fixated on someone who looked just like his own mother, I would never, ever let him live it down. I would be calling that poor jerk on Christmas to remind him of it every year for the rest of his life.

The circulation of the above exciting image suggests a much gnarlier horror movie than what this actually is, part of which is partly a domestic comedy between Allen Garfield as the teacher and his live-in uh companion Michael J. Pollard, who plays a deranged moron as per usual. Hardboiled cop Richard Roundtree is along for the ride for some reason; at the end he asks the kid where he got his shotgun, and upon hearing that it was his father's, Roundtree goes, "One-man vigilante, huh?", which makes no sense whatsoever. Elliot Gould plays the grizzled detective who the plucky teens convince to come out of retirement to help them, and like, they go to his house which is pretty decent-looking except there's a couple of loose shirts out that he performatively removes from a chair so they can sit down, which seems like is supposed to indicate that his life is a wreck--but if you come to my house unannounced at some random hour, I can pretty much promise that there will be a couple of loose shirts out. There are plenty of legitimate signs that I'm deteriorating into reclusivity, but I don't think that's a very good one.

Anyway I really want to spoil the end of the movie, which might help if you're short on time: After all the drama is resolved, the teen takes his friend-turned-girlfriend on an extremely long date. There is no dialog, because this was obviously never in any version of a script, and drives her around to various fun couplesy activities that you might see in a chewing gum commercial, and then finally they kiss in an astonishingly long freeze-frame. This is sort of fascinating because the movie is over an hour and a half long and it doesn't seem like they should have been so desperate for extra minutes, but you're going to get them anyway! The End.

PS My favorite part of the movie is when the satanic teacher sits on a stink bomb, or something, and all this yellow smoke comes billowing out of his ass and he starts screaming at the mischievous teen "YOU ARE TERMINATED! YOU ARE TERMINATED!", which is such a funny and meaningless thing for a teacher to yell at a student, I would never recover if this happened in my class. All I could think of is:

#mcvicker #blogtober #2023 #horror #comedy #cult #satanism #michael j. pollard #shannon tweed #brooke bundy #night visitor #1989 #teen horror #slasher

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Instead of groaning over Disney's live-action remakes, support independent animations.

(Note: I once posted a now-deleted blog post about the same topic. This is a revision based on my proofreaders' suggestions.)

I have seen a lot of people groaning about Disney’s live-action remakes and lamenting how 2D animation is “dead” in the West, especially in light of Sean Bailey’s announcement of a live action The Lion King saga. Most of these complaints are about Disney prioritizing remakes instead of animated works, or worse, trying to kill off 2D animation. The thing is, the world doesn’t need to rely on the Walt Disney Studios for innovation in hand drawn animation. Even if the animation industry in the western hemisphere is marginalized, there are animators who want to rebuild this industry from the ground up. Before you buy a ticket for the next live action Disney remake, consider backing some of the following crowdfunding campaigns for independent animation projects. Yes, some of these crowdfunding campaigns are for 3D animations as well, but compared to mainstream 3D works, these feel rather personal and humble.

These are the projects that are currently looking for funding as of June 8th, 2023.

BOXTOWN: THE PRODUCTION CROWDFUND

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Boxtown is an indie animated noir buddy comedy about a con man detective (played by Alex Hirsch, creator of Gravity Falls and voice of Bill Cipher, Grunkle Stan and Hooty) who teams up with an innocent, true-crime-obsessed orphan with a hidden murderous side (played by Tara Strong, known as the voice of Twilight Sparkle, Timmy Turner, Miss Minutes in Loki, and Ben 10).

Funding due date: July 2nd, 2023, 4PM EST

The first I heard about Boxtown was through TikTok videos where Charlie P. Gavin, the series’s creator, asked voice actors to audition their characters by stitching their submission to the casting call video. The way Bandit Mill Animation’s production team casted this project showed me the importance of transparency and having their supporters and followers participate in their process. This project has brought in animation industry veterans, top voice-acting talents, and up-and-comers to create a new kind of neo-noir comedy animated series. I want to know more about where this project is heading considering how much the creators have put their passion into it.

CHEW GUM: An Animated Musical Series

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CHEW GUM is an adult animated musical series created by Shane Curry, based on characters he's been animating for many years. Early incarnations of the characters have garnered over 28,000,000 (twenty-eight million) views on TikTok alone, and this series is the culmination of years of animation development, songwriting and voice acting all rolled into one weird ball of gum.

Funding due date: June 30th, 2023, 4PM EST

Similar to Boxtown, I came across CHEW GUM while searching “independent animation” on TikTok. A day later, I encountered the producer of this series and the main organizer of the crowdfunding campaign at the underground animation screening held in Brooklyn. On the way home, we talked together about the state of independent animation, some advice regarding crowdfunding, and I shared my own works with her. That night, I watched the series and I found them rather adorable. If you’re looking for an easy-to-watch 3D steam that feels pleasant, this series is for you.

Constancy Roa OVA

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Constancy Roa is an OVA (Original Video Animation) brought to you by the creative minds at InfinityArk, an up and coming animation company. It does not have a specific genre, instead opting for the more melting pot approach of the 90s to early 2000s OVA anime series. Which means it has action, drama, romance, adult situations, graphic violence, and dark comedy. At its core, it's a war story between Cygens and Humanity. Approximately, five minutes of the hour-long pilot contained scenes with adult content. It is inspired by works like the Bubblegum Crisis OVAs, Project A-ko, and the game series Megaman X. We hope to make a series that will bridge the gap between current anime and "retro" anime of the past. This OVA is about Cygens, which have been unleashed and the world will never be the same. A new melting pot style OVA series that bridges the old and new.

Funding due date: 07/06/2023 8:00 AM EDT

This is a throwback to the late 90s/early 2000s OVA anime, when visuals are grungy and animation reflects as such. The style reminds me of those OVAs that Manga entertainment used to promote on their home videos with KMFDM’s music in the background. In fact, I wanted animated works that tried to replicate the feel of the older media, much like how the movies The Lighthouse or Pearl did. My twitter friend Shakyra Dunn is involved in this as the voice for the character Natasha Gifford. She is very much excited about this project.

Jades Diary Season 2

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An animated mini-series following the adventures of Jade Raven.

Funding due date: June 18th, 2023, 3PM EST

Like Chew Gum, I came across Jade's Diary through the TikTok discover page. It is an independent animation crowdfunding campaign that’s still going on and only has a handful of supporters. I haven’t seen the first season of the series. But I loved the animation style so much that I really wanted this campaign to succeed. It was almost like our homegrown Studio Trigger project.

Sunnyside Magic High: Animated Short

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Sunnyside Magic High is an indie animated coming-of-age action-adventure pilot set inside the high fantasy world of Cora. It follows four magical royals who attend a prestigious academy where they hone their magic and prepare to one day rule their own kingdoms. An animated short introducing you to four magical, unstable royals and their prestigious academy.

Funding due date: July 22, 2023

I am writing this while New York City is stuck under the Quebec wildfire smoke apocalypse. I need something wholesome to get my own doomer feeling out of my mind while surviving this smoke-filled apocalypse. And this series could uplift my downer mood in recent days (or years). It seems like this targets people who are nostalgic toward the Renaissance period of the Walt Disney Studios where they produce animated musicals with coming-of-age themes. Not only that, the series could fill up the empty space in every Harry Potter’s fans’ heart after they were disappointed by its author’s bigotry.

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Title: Sidelines WC: 850

“The beginning is always the hardest. But if you nail that, the rest of it can just fall into place.”

—Richard Castle, Kill the Messenger (2 x 08)

It seems to him that the two of them—he and Beckett—are supporting characters in the mystery of the murder of Caleb Shimansky. And Brady Thompson. And, apparently, Olivia Debiasse. It’s a triple murder, spanning a decade, and here they are, sidelined. It should really have his blood boiling.

It does have his blood boiling at first. There’s an incidental role reversal. He’s at the scene before she is, because it’s his side of town, and there’s some yukking it up over his—quite timeless, thank you very much—Quicksilver reference and if that isn’t a B-story callback to his morning with a mother who, on the verge of several social media mistakes, tries to punk him about his hairline, he doesn’t know what is. If the implication that she’s a hot young thing and he’s . . . not isn’t half-hour sitcom worthy, he’ll turn in his Raised by Television card.

He’s no fan at all of the second-banana tropes the two of them seem to be playing out. Not at first, he isn’t, but something turns the tide.

When he asks, Captain Montgomery—the man who embodies stoicism in the name of tragedy, stoicism in the name of comedy—declares, in no uncertain terms, that he is not okay. That from the first moment that his name was revealed on Brady Thompson’s package, he has been tossing and turning. He has been drowning in self-recrimination for letting a case fall so neatly into his lap, for closing the case without so much as a moment’s questioning of the fact that it was easy, as nothing is in this line of work. Nothing is.

They are, the two of them . . . supporting players in that unfolding drama. For his part, he’s surprised by her gentleness in approaching her Captain—her mentor; he doesn’t quite know what to make of the white lie she tells. It’s not quite true that anyone would have come to the same conclusion Montgomery did back when he was a deceptive. She wouldn’t have. They wouldn’t have. But the little white lie is a kindness. It’s compassion and empathy of the sort she extends to the survivors each and every day.

But Montgomery isn’t a survivor, except insofar as they are all serial survivors of the wickedness they encounter day in and day out. Montgomery is a colleague and a mentor, and he thinks of Melanie Cavanaugh, of former detective, current sheriff, always useless Sloan and his “reports.” But if she thinks of that—if any of those resonant details rear their ugly little heads in the back of her mind—no one would ever know. It’s a classic B-story revelation of growth, of nuance in the character of a supporting player, and he’s there for it.

He’s more than just there for it. He’s soaking in it. He backs her up. More than that, he siphons off the heat that she is clearly ready and willing to take for suggesting—again, ever so gently—that Montgomery cast his gaze backward, rather than banging his head against the wall of what comes after the solve. He’s surprised by that, too, even more forcefully so than by the gentle way she lets Montgomery off the hook. She is so completely forward facing. It’s a painful truth he learned in dancing, behind her back, with Doctor Death. She is all about what’s next, not what might have been and what will surely be, yet here she is, insisting that the road to closure for Montgomery, the road to closure for all their victims, lies in casting their eyes backward.

He is startled by this impossible-seeming version of her, and yet he rolls with it. He hurls himself out on a limb, talking fiction and drawing the Captain’s ire—his resistance to the entire suggestion that they peer back into the past—with his rather inane declaration that all mysteries, factual or otherwise, are the same. He doesn’t believe that. Nearly a year into this, he’s seen too much stark reality to believe any of the book tour, morning show claptrap he finds it necessary to deliver occasionally. But like the good supporting character he is, he knows in the moment that his job is to back her up in this way, to tug the hero of the story up from the underworld and back into the light of day, even if that means playing the fool.

It’s strange working with her like this—with this version of her. And he supposes it’s strange for her working with this version of him. It keeps on being strange. They keep on being the B-story until it comes full circle. She is delivering the new to Paisley Shimansky that there is—or will be justice. He is looking on from far enough away that he hear a single one of her soft, low-pitched words.

He knows her from the periphery. In a new way, supporting character to supporting character, he knows her at the end of today in a way he didn’t at all yesterday and he’s changed in the knowing. He’s changed.

A/N: I was honestly transfixed this time around by the way Beckett lets Montgomery off the hook for very Sloan-like offenses . . Also, an addendum—thanks Anon for letting me know I'd let a typo through in the header! (It said this was 4 x 08). Fixed, and I appreciate the heads up! .

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