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Current Submissions
Submissions remain open until ~10pm pst tomorrow (March 3rd); submit through this form or the ask box
Those who have secured spots on the bracket (3 or more submissions);
Elizabeth Bennett & Fitzwilliam Darcy from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Enjolras & Grantaire from Le Misérables by Victor Hugo
Victor Frankenstein & Henry Clerval from Frankenstein by Mary Shelly
Faustus & Mephistopheles from Dr Faustus by Christopher Marlowe
Ishmael & Queequeg from Moby-Dick by Herman Melville
Mina & Johnathan Harker from Dracula by Bram Stoker
Henry Jekyll & Gabriel Utterson from The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson
Other possible contenders (under read more);
Offred & Moria from The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
Celie & Shug from The Color Purple by Alice Walker
Lestat & Marius from The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice
Gimli & Legolas from Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien
Samwise Gamgee & Frodo Baggins from Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien
Gandalf & Hobbits from the works of Tolkien
Romeo & Juliet from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
Clarissa Dalloway & Sally Seton from Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
Anne Elliot & Frederick Wentworth from Persuasion by Jane Austen
Emma Woodhouse & George Knightley from Emma by Jane Austen
Maurice & Alec from Maurice by EM Forster
Margaret & Thornton from North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell
Holden Caufield & Stradletter from The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger
Charlie & Patrick from The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
Gene Forrester & Finny from A Separate Peace by John Knowles
Tom Sawyer & Huckleberry Finn from the works of Mark Twain
John Yossarian & the Chaplain from Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
Jane Eyre & Helen Burns from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
Lionel Verney & Adrian Windsor from The Last Man by Mary Shelly
Eugenie Danglars & Louise d'Armilly from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
Dante & Virgil from The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri
Hamlet & Horatio from Hamlet by William Shakespeare
Lizzie Hexam & Eugene Wrayburn from Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens
Phileas Fogg & Passepartout from Around the World in 80 Days by Jules Verne
Huckleberry Finn & Jim from the works of Mark Twain
Sherlock Holmes & John Watson from Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Lord & Lady Macbeth from Macbeth by William Shakespeare
Beatrice & Benedick from Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare
Gilgamesh & Enkidu from The Epic of Gilgamesh
Heathcliff & Catherine Earnshaw from Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
Mr. Collins & Elizabeth Bennett from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Victor Frankenstein & Adam ('the creation') from Frankenstein by Mary Shelly
Dorian Gray & Lord Henry from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
Rodion Raskolnikov & Mitya Razumikhin from Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Rosencrantz & Guildenstern from Hamlet by William Shakespeare
First Mate Starbuck & Captain Ahab from Moby-Dick by Herman Melville
Charles Bingley & Fitzwilliam Darcy from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Jane Eyre & Mr. Rochester from Jane Eyre by Emily Brontë
Jean Valjean & Inspector Javert from Le Misérables by Victor Hugo
Victor Frankenstein & Robert Walton from Frankenstein by Mary Shelly
Mary Catherine Blackwood & Constance Blackwood from We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson
Benvolio & Mercutio from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
Achilles & Patroclus from The Illiad
Ajax & Ajax from The Illiad
Jack & Ralph from The Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Telemachus & Theoclymenus from The Odyssey
Jo & Laurie from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Elinor Dashwood & Edward Farrars from Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
Charles Bingley & Jane Bennett from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Jo, Amy, Meg, & Beth from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Jack Seward & Abraham van Helsing from Dracula by Bram Stoker
Henry Jekyll & Edward Hyde from The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson
Ned Land & Conseil from 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne
Earl of Montararat & Earl Tolloler from Iolanthe
Fogg, Passepartout, & Aouda from Around the World in Days by Jules Verne
Guy Montag & Professor Faber from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
Nick Carraway & Jay Gatsby from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Napoleon & Squealer from Animal Farm by George Orwell
Antonio & Sebastian from Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
Antonio & Sebastian from The Tempest by William Shakespeare
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New Releases For The Rest of 2020
The year ends with a number of books we've all been anticipating which makes for lots of great reading for us during the winter holidays. What books are you looking forward to?
A Sky Beyond the Storm (An Ember in the Ashes #4) by Sabaa Tahir
Razorbill
Picking up just a few months after A Reaper at the Gates left off…
The long-imprisoned jinn are on the attack, wreaking bloody havoc in villages and cities alike. But for the Nightbringer, vengeance on his human foes is just the beginning.
At his side, Commandant Keris Veturia declares herself Empress, and calls for the heads of any and all who defy her rule. At the top of the list? The Blood Shrike and her remaining family.
Laia of Serra, now allied with the Blood Shrike, struggles to recover from the loss of the two people most important to her. Determined to stop the approaching apocalypse, she throws herself into the destruction of the Nightbringer. In the process, she awakens an ancient power that could lead her to victory–or to an unimaginable doom.
And deep in the Waiting Place, the Soul Catcher seeks only to forget the life–and love–he left behind. Yet doing so means ignoring the trail of murder left by the Nightbringer and his jinn. To uphold his oath and protect the human world from the supernatural, the Soul Catcher must look beyond the borders of his own land. He must take on a mission that could save–or destroy–all that he knows. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads
Heiress Apparently (Daughters of the Dynasty #1) by Diana Ma
Amulet
Gemma Huang is a recent transplant to Los Angeles from Illinois, having abandoned plans for college to pursue a career in acting, much to the dismay of her parents. Now she’s living with three roommates in a two-bedroom hovel, auditioning for bit roles that hardly cover rent. Gemma’s big break comes when she’s asked to play a lead role in an update of M. Butterfly filming for the summer in Beijing. When she arrives, she’s stopped by paparazzi at the airport. She quickly realizes she may as well be the twin of one of the most notorious young socialites in Beijing. Thus kicks off a summer of revelations, in which Gemma uncovers a legacy her parents have spent their lives protecting her from—one her mother would conceal from her daughter at any cost. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads
The Black Friend: On Being a Better White Person by Frederick Joseph
Candlewick Press
“We don’t see color.” “I didn’t know Black people liked Star Wars!” “What hood are you from?” For Frederick Joseph, life in a mostly white high school as a smart and increasingly popular transfer student was full of wince-worthy moments that he often simply let go. As he grew older, however, he saw these as missed opportunities not only to stand up for himself, but to spread awareness to the white friends and acquaintances who didn’t see the negative impact they were having and who would change if they knew how.
Speaking directly to the reader, The Black Friend calls up race-related anecdotes from the author’s past, weaving in his thoughts on why they were hurtful and how he might handle things differently now. Each chapter includes the voice of at least one artist or activist, including Tarell Alvin McCraney, screenwriter of Moonlight; April Reign, creator of #OscarsSoWhite; Angie Thomas, author of The Hate U Give; and eleven others. Touching on everything from cultural appropriation to power dynamics, “reverse racism” to white privilege, microaggressions to the tragic results of overt racism, this book serves as conversation starter, tool kit, and invaluable window into the life of a former “token Black kid” who now presents himself as the friend many of us need. Back matter includes an encyclopedia of racism, providing details on relevant historical events, terminology, and more.
Juliet Takes a Breath by Gabby Rivera, Celia Moscote (Illustrations)
BOOM! Box
A NEW GRAPHIC NOVEL ADAPTATION OF THE BESTSELLING BOOK! Juliet Milagros Palante is leaving the Bronx and headed to Portland, Oregon. She just came out to her family and isn’t sure if her mom will ever speak to her again. But don’t worry, Juliet has something kinda resembling a plan that’ll help her figure out what it means to be Puerto Rican, lesbian and out. See, she’s going to intern with Harlowe Brisbane – her favorite feminist author, someone’s who’s the last work on feminism, self-love and lots of of ther things that will help Juliet find her ever elusive epiphany. There’s just one problem – Harlowe’s white, not from the Bronx and doesn’t have the answers. Okay, maybe that’s more than one problem but Juliet never said it was a perfect plan… Critically-acclaimed writer Gabby Rivera adapts her bestselling novel alongside artist Celia Moscote in an unforgettable queer coming-of-age story exploring race, idenrity and what it means to be true to your amazing self. even when the rest of the world doesn’t understand.
A Curse of Roses by Diana Pinguicha
Entangled Teen
With just one touch, bread turns into roses. With just one bite, cheese turns into lilies.
There’s a famine plaguing the land, and Princess Yzabel is wasting food simply by trying to eat. Before she can even swallow, her magic—her curse—has turned her meal into a bouquet. She’s on the verge of starving, which only reminds her that the people of Portugal have been enduring the same pain.
If only it were possible to reverse her magic. Then she could turn flowers…into food.
Fatyan, a beautiful Enchanted Moura, is the only one who can help. But she is trapped by magical binds. She can teach Yzabel how to control her curse—if Yzabel sets her free with a kiss.
As the King of Portugal’s betrothed, Yzabel would be committing treason, but what good is a king if his country has starved to death?
With just one kiss, Fatyan is set free. And with just one kiss, Yzabel is yearning for more.
She’d sought out Fatyan to help her save the people. Now, loving her could mean Yzabel’s destruction.
Based on Portuguese legend, this #OwnVoices historical fantasy is an epic tale of mystery, magic, and making the impossible choice between love and duty…
New Releases on Dec. 8th
A Universe of Wishes: A We Need Diverse Books Anthology edited by Dhonielle Clayton
Random House Children’s Books
In the fourth collaboration with We Need Diverse Books, fifteen award-winning and celebrated diverse authors deliver stories about a princess without need of a prince, a monster long misunderstood, memories that vanish with a spell, and voices that refuse to stay silent in the face of injustice. This powerful and inclusive collection contains a universe of wishes for a braver and more beautiful world.
Authors include: Samira Ahmed, Libba Bray, Dhonielle Clayton, Zoraida Córdova, Tessa Gratton, Kwame Mbalia, Anna-Marie McLemore, Tochi Onyebuchi, Mark Oshiro, Natalie C. Parker, Rebecca Roanhorse, Victoria Schwab, Tara Sim, Nic Stone, and a to-be-announced debut author/short-story contest winner.
New Releases on Dec. 15th
Oculta (A Forgery of Magic #2) by Maya Motayne
Balzer + Bray
After joining forces to save Castallan from an ancient magical evil, Alfie and Finn haven’t seen each other in months. Alfie is finally stepping up to his role as heir and preparing for an International Peace Summit, while Finn is travelling and revelling in her newfound freedom from Ignacio.
That is, until she’s unexpectedly installed as the new leader of one of Castallan’s powerful crime families. Now one of the four Thief Lords of Castallan, she’s forced to preside over the illegal underground Oculta competition, which coincides with the summit and boasts a legendary prize.
Just when Finn finds herself back in San Cristobal, Alfie’s plans are also derailed. Los Toros, the mysterious syndicate responsible for his brother’s murder, has resurfaced—and their newest target is the summit. And when these events all unexpectedly converge, Finn and Alfie are once again forced to work together to follow the assassins’ trail and preserve Castallan’s hopes for peace with Englass.
But will they be able to stop these sinister foes before a new war threatens their kingdom?
This Is How We Fly by Anna Meriano
Philomel Books
17-year-old vegan feminist Ellen Lopez-Rourke has one muggy Houston summer left before college. She plans to spend every last moment with her two best friends before they go off to the opposite ends of Texas for school. But when Ellen is grounded for the entire summer by her (sometimes) evil stepmother, all her plans are thrown out the window.
Determined to do something with her time, Ellen (with the help of BFF Melissa) convinces her parents to let her join the local muggle Quidditch team. An all-gender, full-contact game, Quidditch isn’t quite what Ellen expects. There’s no flying, no magic, just a bunch of scrappy players holding PVC pipe between their legs and throwing dodgeballs. Suddenly Ellen is thrown into the very different world of sports: her life is all practices, training, and running with a group of Harry Potter fans.
Even as Melissa pulls away to pursue new relationships and their other BFF Xiumiao seems more interested in moving on from high school (and from Ellen), Ellen is steadily finding a place among her teammates. Maybe Quidditch is where she belongs.
But with her home life and friend troubles quickly spinning out of control–Ellen must fight for the future that she wants, now she’s playing for keeps. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads
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You know a ton about Rosa, I was impressed if you haven’t always been into Disney Ducks I am a Finn and Ducks are huge here and have red them all my life and Rosa is a celebrity lol.
chinoiserie-camille @chinoiserie-camille
The reason Rosa doesn’t like Mickey is because he sees Mickey as Disney corporate mascot more than anything about his character really. Rosa almost entirely is just a Barks fan so didn’t grew up on those older Mickey comics, if he had he probably would be more open to Mickey as character.
In order thank you and right back at you. And I should’ve sooner, but the duck and mouse stuff is harder to get here as idw only reprints so much, and the fantagraphics reprints of rosa, barks and gottredson are expensive. Though obviously i’ve grabbed a few, I just have to wait for the once a year sales is all.
As for that yeah... that sounds about right but it still baffles me that as much as he probably scraped up research on barks he’d never read any of his infulences or ask the guy about them since they knew each other before barks passed. But thena gain I felt the same way hed id for years, so it’s more a matter of how much you know about mickey. I mean I just watched him coach a boxing robot to fight a giant gorilla. The kid ain’t borning in the right stories... i’ts just by the time rosa was writing stories he’d become a hollowed out shell and it wasn’t till around Epic Mickey he became whole again.
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my idea for episode IX
yes, it’s me again. in march, isolated and bored out of my mind. and still bitter about tros. i’ve had this in my mind for a while, and since more than three months afterwards i’m still pissed off for what could have been, i’m going to at least share what i thought would happen.
my idea was that anakin did kill palpatine in rotj. i know we all had that idea clear, except jj for some reason (or maybe not, bc they’re changing the shit story everyday, so who knows what they’ll say afterwards). but the threat of palpatine’s return was very much real, and kylo since he found out snoke was controlled by palpatine, wanted to know more.
he was lured to where palpatine resided, which was a place inbetween the world of the living and whatever void which is not the real great beyond the sith inhabit. I know technically sith die and that’s it, but i haven’t figured out how palpatine didn’t just die (not to worry, i’ll publish a novelization in a month and everything will be explained).
aaanyway.
palpatine managed to convince him to bring him back to the world of the living, bc if he did that, palpatine promised him to give him all the sith powers that kylo, being a fucking mess, had never adquired. kylo wondered how the hell was he going to bring him back, and why not somebody else, and palpatine replied, very matter-of-factly, as he usually does, that since it was a skywalker who brought him to this situation, only another skywalker could bring him back. (bringing him back via blood or whatever). he does and chaos ensues.
at this point, i’m not entirely sure what to do with leia, bc i have to admit they did the best they could in tros with what they had, and i really love carrie so i don’t want to make up a death that’s not enough. the point is, the only ones who could theorically send palpatine back are luke and leia, but since both died, and i’m sorry dlf, but force ghosts cannot affect the physical world. so people freak out, bc they know this is a fucking lost war. they know palpatine and kylo have already won.
AND THEN, comes rey. rey, the nobody. rey, the scavenger from jakku. rey, finn and poe have been running around the galaxy for the last year, being super best friends and supporting each other like the found siblings they are (except finn and poe bc they’re in love with each other, or finn and rey, i don’t mind which, but one of these has to be canon in my goddamn star wars). leia found out finn was force sensitive, and so he and rey have been training together. they’re the new and less messed-up version of anakin and obi-wan. they’re the new duo.
but now everything’s a mess, they’ve lost and palpatine’s back and no one can take him back to sith hell. and then, luke shows up. he and rey talk, and he admits that she’s not who she thinks she is, and much less who kylo told her she was. he admits that he was terrible with her and that it just came from being too afraid of losing her again. rey asks “again?” and luke admits that she’s his daughter, and that since his wife died when kylo became a school shooter and she disappeared, he was in too much pain. and when he saw her again, he was so afraid of losing her like he thought he did for many years and he was only trying to protect her, but now he realises it wasn’t the way to go about it. “i’ve talked to my father about it”, he says and rey frowns her eyebrow, “your father?”.
and then, anakin skywalker, in full force ghost glory, shows up, looking fabulous af. rey’s having an identity crisis, bc it’s great that now she knows where she comes from, but kyle being her cousin isn’t the best news, and darth vader being her grandfather isn’t super cool either. anakin and her have a super nice talk, where he tells her that she shouldn’t fear her blood. “why not? ben shares my blood and look where that took him”. anakin responds “ben’s blood wasn’t what’s made him who he is now, rey. it was his own choice. you are who you make yourself to be, like i did. but you have a strength not me or ben had. you have your father’s strength, and your grandmother’s before him.”
she casually hears anakin and luke commenting on how “she looks just like her”.
and so, now, rey knows she’s the only one who can bring palpatine down, and with her father and grandfather by her side she goes to face kylo and palpatine. finn and poe, as her best friends also come, poe in charge of shooting the other stormtroopers (finn can’t do it bc he knows them and it’s painful), finn charges against kyle’s praetorian guards and rey walks in, tries to talk kylo out of that and join her, one last time, but knowing he’ll never turn back she says “you were right to be afraid. you will never be as strong as anakin skywalker”. epic fight between the light and dark, between the granddaughter of anakin skywalker, and the grandson of darth vader. and, with tears in her eyes, apologizing to leia, and saying she’s sorry (but not to him bc he fucking deserves it), she kills kylo, who dies unrepentant. palpatine is sent back to the sith shithole whence he came and she goes back to naboo.
she walks into the crypt of former queen and senator padmé amidala, buries anakin’s lightsaber there so they can share a resting place, but before that, the japor snippet padmé was parading holding back in ep. iii is now in a small box next to her coffin. rey opens it, and puts it around her neck, leaving the lightsaber there in exchange. she doesn’t know to which degree does that symbolise that it’s anakin and padmé’s love that continues, through her.
someone finds her. they ask what she’s doing there. her answer: “just paying respects to my grandmother”. the person is confused. “your grandmother? who are you?” rey swallows bc she finally knows the answer, but takes a few second to do so. when she speaks, it feels as if the universe has finally found everlasting balance: “rey skywalker”
#anti tros#my version of episode ix#hope you enjoy it#i know i did just by writing it#i would have cried had half of this happened for real#also i love padme and they did her so fucking dirty in the new trilogy#rey skywalker#luke skywalker#anakin skywalker#anti reylo#anti kylo ren#anti bendemption#padme amidala#anti disney star wars#anti sw sequels#anti tlj
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Chapter 19: Raven (V)
Raven stirs awake with the memory of Octavia still lingering on her skin. She rolls over, craving more, only to realize that she’s alone.
The bed is empty.
Octavia is nowhere to be found.
Raven should be concerned. Deep down inside she knows it. But the leftover euphoria from last night’s events overpowers all other logical thoughts. A small smile slides across her lips as she takes a moment to relish in it.
This hadn’t been her first time.
No.
Her first time had unfortunately been with Finn. In the backseat of his father’s Audi after one of their standard Friday night dates.
Which, in retrospect, wasn’t even an actual date, to begin with. Finn’s idea of a date meant meeting up with their usual crew at Dave and Buster's for a few hours of Street Fighter and overpriced wings. Then, if she was lucky, they would swing by 7-11 for Sluprees before being dropped back home.
The whole encounter lasted only five minutes at most, including the time it took for them to semi-undress and for Finn to figure out how to put a condom on.
It had been at best awkward, slightly painful, and the farthest thing from enjoyable.
And yet, she had agreed to do it again...
And again...
More out of obligation than anything else.
Because that’s what they were supposed to do.
Or, at least, that’s what Raven thought…
Until that kiss with Echo.
The kiss that had pried her eyes wide open and revealed the real reason behind why she never felt quite satisfied with Finn.
No.
This hadn’t been her first time having sex.
Far from it.
But…
It had been a first.
Of so many things.
Raven’s smile widens as her mind plays through the memories of last night.
The first taste of peppermint chapstick, Octavia’s signature flavor.
The first feather-light touch of familiar fingertips, tracing invisible paths along the slope of her collarbone.
The first sensation of pleasure-driven flames, setting her every inch of her very being on fire.
The first time she has truly felt loved.
And that’s it.
What’s been missing all along.
Love.
Raven lets out a light sigh of content and then peels the covers back from her body and slides out of bed. She grabs a random balled-up sweatshirt from the floor, instantly recognizing it to be one of Bellamy’s.
The sweatshirt had been a souvenir from the spring break trip Bellamy had taken with Jake last year to Athens Greece. A token reminder of just how geeky the raven-haired manchild truly was underneath his charmingly handsome exterior. He wore that sweatshirt religiously for a good six months, even when the weather didn’t call for it. Until the day it disappeared.
Bellamy had sworn that Clarke had stolen it. Even went as far as ransacking her room, which resulted in one of their most epic fights to date. It was so bad that even Abby had had to intervene, grounding both Bellamy and Clarke for a month when all was said and done.
But Raven had known better.
Clarke hadn’t taken the sweatshirt.
It was Octavia.
She had been 99.9% sure of it.
Octavia was always taking Bellamy’s clothes. Never enough, though, for him to notice. Just a t-shirt here and there. Or sometimes a pair of basketball shorts or an old pair of jeans. And she always put them back after a while so that no one ever was to grow too suspicious.
Raven slips the sweatshirt on and instantly is overwhelmed by the comforting scent of sandalwood and vanilla.
“Octavia,” Raven whispers like a prayer. She buries her hands into the front pocket of the sweatshirt and then takes a long, hard look around, not quite sure what to do next.
Going back to bed would be the most logical move, especially given that Raven can feel the throws of an epic hangover just on the horizon. But she already knows that sleep won’t come easy. Not without Octavia.
So instead, Raven continues to wander around the bedroom, casually taking in every last detail. At first glance, there’s nothing out of the ordinary. At least not to the average onlooker. A typical teenaged chaotic mess of dirty clothes, unopened textbooks, and an array of other items haphazardly strewn about.
But Raven is anything but the average onlooker. She sees beyond the ordinary teenaged facade and recognizes the elements around Octavia’s room for what they truly are…
Traces of a person.
A person that Raven has seen flashes of before but hasn’t yet to fully meet in the flesh.
The person that Octavia is meant to be.
Raven makes a round of the room and then starts to head back towards the bed when something catches her eye. A lone DVD box. It sticks out, halfway buried amongst the mess of books and papers on Octavia’s desk. It wouldn’t be so strange except for the fact that she knows that there isn’t a DVD player to found in all of the Griffins' house.
Raven moves closer to get a better look. She brushes away a few stray papers and suddenly the realization blindsides her, causing her heart to swell to insurmountable levels.
It’s a copy of Just One of the Boys.
The exact movie they had been watching during that infamous afternoon in the Griffins’ basement two summers ago. The afternoon where their friendship first started to morph into something more… Something undefined and unknown.
Raven lovingly traces over the title letter by letter as her mind lingers within the memories of the moment.
She doesn’t need to ask the reason behind why this specific DVD just happens to be sitting on Octavia’s desk. Raven already knows. It’s the same exact reason why she didn’t hesitate or second guess the events of last night.
A look of sudden inspiration crosses Raven’s face. She grabs a nearby pen, pops open the DVD, and then scribbles a message on the insert inside. Raven takes a minute to reread her handiwork before closing the case once again and tucking it safely back into the mess of papers.
PING.
PING.
PING.
The three distinct pings cut through the early morning silence of the bedroom, instantly grabbing hold of Raven’s full attention. She moves back towards the bed, scoops up her phone, and swipes the screen. And suddenly…
The comforting sensation of utter contentment that Raven’s been basking in slowly transforms into one of gut-churning confusion.
Monty: Hey! Are you up? I’m still at Murphy’s and Octavia just showed back up. She and Finn are getting into it.
Monty: Shit. It’s turning ugly. Real ugly. I don’t know what to do. Murphy’s passed out and Jasper took off to go get more beer an hour ago.
Monty: Rae? Please say you’re up. You need to get over here RIGHT NOW!
“Shit,” Raven exhales. She fires off a text back and then with a sudden sense of urgency starts to search for her clothes.
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There it is again.
The sharp twinge of flames. Like a red hot poker jabbing over and over again into the already tender flesh of her lower back.
Raven tries to shift her position but it’s of little use. The flames of pain continue to radiate outwards from her back, extending down until the point on her upper thighs where all sensations simply cease to exist.
There’s no fight against it.
That much she’s certain of.
Raven’s been attempting to stave off the pain for well over the last hour or so now. Experimenting with a variety of remedies in hopes that at least one of them will provide her with a brief respite. But so far, nothing has seemed to work.
Raven’s eyes wander over towards the red button resting against the side of the hospital bed. It taunts her with its ease and simplicity.
One push and no more pain.
That’s all she needs to do.
But…
Raven swallows the dry lump residing in the back of her throat and shifts again. Another sharp pang explodes against the length of her spine bringing an instant set of tears to her eyes. Raven inhales, slow and steady.
It’s getting worse.
She needs to push the button.
But if Raven pushes it, she might as well kiss her clarity goodbye.
Morphine comes with a price.
Sometimes less and sometimes more, but there’s always a price to pay.
The first time Raven learned this lesson was when she was ten years old. Three broken ribs, a fractured radius, and a half-dozen gashes across her chest and back. That’s what it took. She had been living with the constant pain for two full days until she finally had broken down and told Clarke the truth.
Raven doesn’t remember much after that first shot of Morphine. It had come as a surprise, hidden amongst the countless rounds of poking and prodding by nurses and doctors. Each one asking the same painstakingly hard questions over and over again until she couldn’t answer them any more.
Raven had spent the better half of a week lost deep within a Morphine haze as the world around her played out in peculiar, dream-like snippets. There was no sense of time nor place. Just moments. Each one jumbled and out of order as if someone-- or something-- was wreaking havoc within the confines of her brain.
And coming off of the Morphine had been nothing short of a journey through hell as well. With sudden bouts of excruciating pain and physical anguish that no adult-- let alone a child-- should ever have to suffer through.
She should press the button.
But Raven simply can’t bring herself to do it. Not when she more than knows the pay she’ll pay for it.
Raven pulls the hospital sheet up over the button so it’s out of sight and then lets out a slight sigh of relief. She shuts her eyes and forces in on her breathing as a momentary calmness washes over the room.
All she can do is breathe.
A few seconds pass and then--
CLICK.
The sound of the hospital door shutting cuts through the silence, bringing Raven back into the present. Her eyes pop back open and lock in on a set of familiar hazel eyes staring right back at her. And, without any warning, Raven’s stomach plummets to the floor.
Anya.
Anya Woods.
The woman that she has called home for the last three years.
“Hey,” Raven says breaking the silence.
But no words come in return. Instead, Anya stands there, back against the hospital door, with her unreadable mask secured upon her face. She stares at Raven, never once breaking eye contact not even to blink. It’s intense and yet in a strange way comforting.
Raven goes to prop herself up and instantly grimaces as a flash of white-hot pain sears across her body. She falls back into the confines of the pillow with an audible thud.
“Fuck…” Raven exhales, blinking away a stray tear or two then looks back over at Anya to discover two matching sets of tears carving a path down her cheeks as well. “Anh.”
Anya drops her head down at the mention of her name and suddenly Raven wishes more than anything that she could get out of her bed. The distance between them, although trivial in actual length, is beyond suffocating. It lays heavy and dense, encompassing everything in its wake.
“Anya,” Raven says with a bit more softness to her voice.
And then she waits again.
If the last few years with the dirty blonde has taught Raven anything, it’s that no good will come from rushing.
Anya needs time. Time and patience.
Now more than ever before.
Another twinge of pain shoots through her back like a sudden jolt of electricity. She grits her teeth as her eyes roam over to where the red button is hiding. The temptation is brutal at best. But she can’t give in.
No.
Not when there’s a conversation just on the horizon that they’ve been dancing around for well over the last year.
Raven needs to be lucid.
If not for her sake then for Anya’s.
“You died.”
Those two words slice through the silence and hit Raven dead on, momentarily dulling the unrelenting pangs of pain radiating throughout her body. So simple and yet so powerful.
Raven blinks as her mind scrambles to recall the fragments of memories from the aftermath of the crash. But there’s nothing there. Just blank swaths of lost time as if someone has gone and haphazardly erased bits and pieces.
And yet, Raven still knows it’s the truth. Even if the memories are nowhere to be found. She can feel it, deep within her bones.
“I know,” Raven responds.
“Twice,” Anya says and Raven nods. “In the ambulance. I was there. I wasn’t supposed to be, but I fought them on it and they gave in. I watched them shock you back to life, twice.”
“Anh..”
“I almost killed you.” Tears fall harder from Anya’s hazel eyes, fast and unrelenting.
And all Raven can do is helplessly watch from the confines of her bed as Anya finally caves to her pent-up emotions, bound in place by the invisible threads of pain. “Anh, it’s okay. Please… Come here.”
Anya shakes her head. “I almost killed you, Raven.”
“I know, but--”
“No, you don’t. You don’t know. I… I fucked up. I fucked up so badly and it almost…”
“But it didn’t.” Raven blinks again, ignoring yet another white-hot spasm. “I’m here. See? I’m here and I’m okay.”
“You’re not.”
“Anh…”
“You’re not okay.” Anya motions around the room as she begins to spiral down the rabbit hole of long-buried thoughts. “This is not okay… We’re not…”
Anya doesn't need to finish the sentence. Raven already knows what word should come next.
Raven licks her lips and nods again, this time, with nothing but raw honesty within her eyes. “No, Ahn. We’re not okay. We haven’t been for a very long time.”
And the floodgates finally burst open, turning Anya’s steady stream of tears into full-blown sobs. “Raven, I--”
“Anya Woods, get your ass over here now.”
Anya pulls herself away from the confines of the doorway and makes her way across the room as she continues to give in to the gut-wrenching sobs. She curls up into Raven’s open arms and the Latina engulfs her in a soothing embrace.
It’s not an ending nor a reconciliation. Nor any other definable type of moment.
It’s just a release. Like a deep breath of air that, up until this very moment, neither one of them has realized they have been holding on to.
Moments pass by and ever so slowly the sobs start to taper off until only a few stray tears remain. Raven runs her hands through Anya’s hair, gently stroking the dirty blonde curls like she used to do years ago back when they first started dating.
“I’m so sorry,” Anya whispers against Raven’s side.
“I know. I am too.”
“I never meant for this to happen… Not to you.” Anya buries herself deeper and the flames of pain once again radiate their up and down Raven’s back. But she ignores it.
This…
This moment is just too important to be interrupted by something so trivial as pain. Raven has been living with some variance of pain all of her life.
A few more moments of it now won’t kill her.
“I know you didn’t… But it did.” Raven licks her lips and exhales, pushing the pain out through her mouth. “And it could’ve been so much worse.”
Silence again.
And Raven waits. She continues to run her fingers through the dirty blonde curls, allowing the simple action to speak for her. Words are not what Anya needs… Not now.
“I wasn’t drunk.”
Raven nods as her fingers maintain their pace. Steady and reassuring.
“I wasn’t… I had had a few drinks earlier. Just to help me try and sleep, but… But I wasn’t drunk. I swear. I…” Anya trails off and wraps her arm tighter around Raven, like a little child clutching to their security blanket.
And in that moment, it clicks. That’s the real crux of their relationship.
Security.
They had been each other’s security during a time when everything else in their world was nothing more than unreliable.
But now…
Now they need to learn how to operate without the security of a safety net. And if they fall, they fall.
Because although security is a form of love, it’s not the right type of love. At least not for either one of them.
“Anh…” Raven starts but is cut off by yet another fiery lash of pain. It jolts through every inch of her body, stronger than ever beyond. Almost blinding in its raw power.
“Rae?” Anya lifts her head in sudden concern. “Rae? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing...” Raven replies through gritted teeth and swallows back down the aftershocks. “Just sore. That’s all.”
“God, I’m so sorry… I promise, once we get out of here, I’ll cut back. No more drinking on weekdays. Or by myself. And I’ll get some help too. Maybe try that counseling that Miller recommended. I know I said I would do it months ago, but this time I will for real. Promise.”
Raven nods but can’t bring herself to respond. The pain, both physical and emotional, is too much to bear. She inhales a deep breath as she fights with every ounce of strength she has left to main calm and lucid.
But the siren song of morphine grows louder by the second.
“Anh,” Raven pauses to lick her lips again as she takes a moment to mull over her next words. She needs to choose them wisely. Pick the wrong ones and Anya will shut down or even worse…
“You don’t believe me… Do you?” Anya says with a sudden look of disbelief.
“I do…” Raven responds.
“But, you don’t.” Anya suddenly peels herself off of Raven and stands back up as her inner panic and fear take over. “You don’t believe me at all. You never do.”
Another lash of fire.
Raven can’t help but give in to the muscle spasm as her body silently screams for relief.
“I believe you, but--”
“But you don’t! You think I’m just giving you lip service again. Like last time.”
Beads of sweat start to form along Raven’s hairline. She grits her teeth and then shoves back down yet another tidal wave of pain.
Time isn’t on her side.
“Anh… You need help.”
“I know. I said I’m gonna get it.”
“No. I mean real help.”
Anya stares at Raven for a moment or two as she lets the meaning of those words sink all the way in. “I don’t need rehab.”
Raven remains silent but not by choice. The flames have all but rendered her useless. They dance their way across her nerves, engulfing everything in a blaze of white, hot pain.
She can’t fight it anymore.
It’s too much.
Raven grabs hold of the red button and slams her thumb down on it.
“Rae?”
Raven wants to respond, but her words are long gone. Instead, she closes her eyes and waits for the familiar relief from a long-forgotten friend.
1… 2… 3…
“Rae? What’s wrong?”
But nothing.
The flames grow higher.
4… 5… 6…
“Raven!”
Raven jabs the button again, more desperate than ever before.
7… 8… 9…
“Raven! Shit! Talk to me!”
Raven tries to take a deep breath, but it’s too late. The flames have already reached her lungs.
“Help! Please! Somebody!”
And then the world around Raven fades to white as she finally gives in to the fire and let it consume her whole.
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give us the trans lore bro...
Earl and lana in unison: down with cis
Also having read through this to spell check… I now realise that me writing these characters is just a combination of “this is me” and “I WISH this was me”. I decided to leave in my commentary purely because I think the art and the author is always interesting to see but for the love of god…. @ cis ppl me being somewhat open about my trans experience doesn’t give you the right the ask invasive questions.
Anyway
Earl came out when he was 6. For the first four years of his life his dad was around, Gumbald was still around, Bonnibel was still a closeted lesbian, and so it was very much expected that Earl and Liam would be cishets.
Why yes… Both Liam AND Earl are trans. I mean… None of the Lemongrabs have “male” psychical characteristics and they all identity as male so… ALL human Lemongrabs should be trans. Fella cannonically has no junk. Translate that to a human context: epic transgenderisms.
Anyway (2!)
But after bio dad left Earl and Liam started doing various… Early (ha) onset dysphoria things and showing a clear preference for male clothing and such. By this point Bonnibel was out and started engaging with her local lgbt+ community, (which is how she met Marceline) and started befriending adult trans people who’d come over and see Earl being like:
Earl: I am playing my favourite game. I am re enacting the war of the roses with my brother. I am playing the Earl of Leicester who is also my favourite historical figure. You have to use his title and he for me or I bite you.
Bonnie’s friends and Earl’s whole family who know what being trans is and that this kind of other gender role playing is typical of trans children: 🤔hm…
(I also used to do this lol)
So Aunt Lolly took them to see a doctor as Bonnibel was way too busy and also had complicated feelings about the whole thing. Doctor asked them a bunch of questions, interviewed lolly and was like “I diagnose them with boy”.
Earl’s mothers kinda grieved for a while and were like “we don’t have daughters anymore 😔” so Lolly kinda… Took over as their main caregiver for a while while Bonnie buried herself in work. So Lolly was the one who chose their names and they’ve always had a close relationship. Earl’s name comes from his fave historical figure and he loves his name a lot (me too fam) while Liam belongs to that group of trans people who just… Saw a name on a box and were like “lol that’s me now.” Liam’s name comes from a fucking doll advert he saw aged 5 in a newspaper. (You laugh but my name backstory is no better. I also know a trans girl who named herself after a pun like a true icon. YES I’m trans YES my name backstory is fucking funny as fuck. WE EXIST)
Anyway Bonnie snapped out of her cis grieving, Earl and Liam moved schools and as teens were put on blockers and hormones with no problems and now we’re here!
The one family member who doesn’t know about his trans status is Earl’s biological father, who sends him letters every few years asking for money like “my dear daughter I am once again asking for your financial support as I have lost all my money on the stock market” which Earl finds really funny.
Earl hasn’t had a hysterectomy so he still has hormone injections and Dr Minerva provides his needles (our boy self injects) so… Finn and his family know he’s trans and they’re fine with it.
As Earl + Liam never went through “female” puberty they haven’t needed to undergo top surgery and such. Though I imagine Liam underwent bottom surgery at 16 due to extreme dysphoria while Earlie never does.
Anyway that’s them. On the whole they’ve had a pretty good time.
…Lana did NOT have a good time.
Lana came out age 14 when she wasn’t ready to. She clocked she was trans age 13 and went through a very difficult questioning phase but eventually decided she was a girl.
Bit of background: The advtime episode “The Eyes” shows LSP celebrating a Quinceañera party. In particular she seems to be celebrating a Mexican Quinceañera as she has a bouquet of white flowers (these are apparently left on the altar as an offering to Mary), a tiara, and is dancing with her father- which my albeit brief research tells me are typical features of a Mexican Quinceañera, and as LSP is thus implied to be a Mexican girl I think human LSP should similarly be Mexican. Now a Quinceañera is a rite of passage ceremony and party girls have when they turn 15, and you can imagine what it feels like to know you’re a girl but that you’re never going to have one of these, and that you’re going to be denied this affirmation of your womanhood. And as Lana really really really wanted to have a Quinceañera she forced herself to come out so she could have one.
Her family were initially quite upset. Her parents were supportive but how best to put this… I mean like “supportive”. Like LGBT people know what I mean when your family is fine with you being queer until you talk about it too much or correct them too much and they… Just don’t. Anyway Lana has a solid case of that going on. So her parents are nice enough but also… Could be a lil better. And having that experience of very conditional and flimsy support was uck traumatic.
Moving on:
She transitioned a lot later in life so poor girl lived with bad dysphoria for a long while and still has low self esteem about herself bcos of it. She has very bad voice dysphoria so she overly emphasises her speech (me me I do this! This is also why I would rather die than record myself speaking lmao) so she also has a kind of… Valley girl way of speaking, though she slips into a more comfortable voice when she’s around people she feels safe with.
And thanks to trans healthcare™️ she didn’t get on E till like… 16. (Wish this was me lol…) But she’s a lot more comfortable and happy now so it’s all good. Lana’s probably… on the fence about genital surgery. I know this is a taboo topic but anyway, binary trans people who don’t get srs for whatever reason are so so valid and powerful and it’s funny how “are you gonna get the surgery” is the one thing people want to know about trans people until we start talking about it on our own terms lol.
In terms of other stuff, Earl’s more or less private about his trans status. Very few people know and that’s just what he’s comfortable with. Plus he’s been living as male from a very early age and BARELY remembers anything before it, so for most of his life being trans didn’t form a huge part of his identity. But I imagine that changes as he grows older and starts dating Lana and has kids and is generally… Put in more situations where Not Being Cis changes things quite significantly. For Lana it’s a much bigger part of her identity and always has been. Like she includes trans themes in her literary work and would go to pride and meetings.
Cis ppl can interact but please stay in your lane…
#earl bubblegum#liam bubblegum#lana perciville#transing my gender#cw surgery#cw transition#cw injections#cw needle mention#cw transphobia mention#ask to tag
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Cindy’s Top Ten Movies of 2019!
Ahhh...2019. In the interest of building suspense, I could be all cagey about this countdown, but let's face it: For me, 2019 was the Year of Rocketman. As lousy as the real-world year was, it was salvaged by Rocketman. Someone suggested in jest (maybe?) that Rocketman should be numbers one through ten on my year-end list, and that would be fair enough; HOWEVER...I did like some other movies this year, so I'm gonna give you--yes YOU, dear reader(s)--ten of my favorites. Just know in your hearts that the other nine fall way behind number one. Way, WAY behind.
The usual disclaimers:
A movie's position on my year-end list does not necessarily reflect its original Weasley score. Some films age well, bear up, and even improve under repeat viewings. Some...well...some do not. Also, I live in a rinky-dink town, so great movies like JoJo Rabbit and 1917--pictures that almost certainly would have found spots here or gotten very close--have not made themselves available to me yet. This is disappointing, but unsurprising. I'd hung my entire holiday break on the prospect of seeing 1917, only to discover on Christmas Day that its Christmas opening was limited release, and I have to wait until January 10th. Humbug. Finally, I think three or four of these movies already made Variety's "worst of" list for 2019, so kindly do not be too shocked when I diverge from The Serious Critics (TM).
Without further ado, presenting my top ten films of 2019:
TEN
"The most important qualification for any leader is not wanting to be leader."
THE TWO POPES
2019 threw me a nice surprise on its way out the celestial door, with the Netflix original The Two Popes. It's a deliberate, thoughtful, and timely film carried by a pair of the year's most exquisite performances: Jonathan Pryce as Pope Francis and Anthony Hopkins as Pope Benedict XVI. While the subject matter is weighty, this movie is an absolute delight.
NINE
"I'm glad I'm a revelation and not a disappointment."
DOWNTON ABBEY
This big-screen adaptation of the popular television series Downton Abbey, is, in fact, something of a revelation. A totally new story in the familiar and much-loved setting, with just the right amount of fan service, it is a joyful exercise that hits nearly every note perfectly. Making its case for the big screen are breathtaking costumes and production design...and Mr. Barrow finally seeing a bit of happiness doesn't hurt, either.
EIGHT
"We're gonna bury Ferrari at Le Mans."
FORD V FERRARI
At a glance, Ford v Ferrari might seem like a film appealing exclusively to car enthusiasts; however, that assumption does a great disservice to both the film and the viewer. Ford v Ferrari is an inspiring story about people. It's a nail-biter from start to finish, it has heart to spare, and it's fronted by great turns from Matt Damon and Christian Bale. Beautifully filmed race action makes this one to see on the biggest screen you can find.
SEVEN
"It always fits...eventually."
SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE
Technically, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse is a last-year movie, but for me it's a this-year movie, and--despite its being the very first film I saw way back in January, 2019--it's far too great to leave off my best-of list. A Marvel property in the hands of Sony, Spider-Verse is smart, funny, touching, and better than the entire Avengers catalog combined.
SIX
"This is a twisted web, and we are not finished untangling it, not yet."
KNIVES OUT
Knives Out is a great piece of original cinema crafted from artful twists, clever humor, and terrific performances, layered with a gorgeous Gothic setting and an ominous score. Written and directed by Rian Johnson, this perfect murder mystery is a huge creative and financial win for the cinema, and I recommend it without hesitation or qualification.
FIVE
"This is the worst...and best...and most terrible...excellent thing that's ever happened to me!"
THE KID WHO WOULD BE KING
Hands up if you missed the Kid Who Would Be King at your local cinema? Yeah, I see you, ALL of you. The good news is that one of the year's most wonderful pictures is now available for streaming and download, and you shouldn't make the same mistake twice. The Kid Who Would Be King is a charming movie, great fun for people of all ages. Truly one of the year's best.
FOUR
"Si vis pacem, para bellum."
JOHN WICK: CHAPTER 3 — PARABELLUM
The John Wick franchise has become quite the phenomenon, and deservedly so. Continually upping the action ante in Fast-and-Furious-like fashion, these movies are so much more than just your garden-variety shoot 'em ups and beat 'em ups. John Wick is the role Keanu Reeves was born to play, and Parabellum raises the stakes for Wick while doubling down on masterful fight choreography and stunning cinematography. Here's to many more adventures for John Wick!
THREE
"Bruce is the direct line to all that's true in this world!"
BLINDED BY THE LIGHT
Blinded by the Light is another terrific picture that didn't exactly set the box office on fire. Inspired by the true story of one Springsteen superfan, and built on the Boss's epic catalog, it's a hopeful tale about overcoming prejudice and the limitations set for us by ourselves and by others, one of the year's most inspiring movies.
TWO
"Tell the truth to everyone, whenever you can."
YESTERDAY
Yesterday is yet another of 2019's under-appreciated gems, a beautiful, unique movie fashioned around the timeless music of the Beatles. Himesh Patel is a delight in the lead, and--while the premise requires suspension of disbelief--Yesterday is a charming picture that captivates with its "what ifs?" as well as its iconic soundtrack and enchanting cast.
ONE
"You were never ordinary."
ROCKETMAN
My number one movie of the year, and of the decade, was set on May 31st, when I saw Rocketman for the first time. I saw the movie at least twice a week as long as it was at my local cinema. I've watched at least part of it every day since it became available for home viewing. Outside of a week or so around each of the wonderful concerts I saw this summer, I've listened to nothing but the Rocketman soundtrack since the end of May. My phone and all my desktops have Rocketman wallpapers. I've joked (hmm?) that I only speak Rocketman now. The truth is, I'm not interested in speaking anything else. Pre-Rocketman, it had been a decade since a new movie made its way into my all-time top ten. Then there was Rocketman. Pre-Rocketman, my favorite acting performance hadn't changed since 1993. Then there was Taron Egerton's astonishing turn as Elton John. Pre-Rocketman, I was finding reasons to stay away from the movies. Then there was Dexter Fletcher showing us the beauty of real imagination. Rocketman is more than just a well-crafted film that reflects on an iconic artist's inspiring life. It is a film that uses Elton John's art to tell his story in fantastic, creative fashion. It is a film that uses exquisite detail in its styling and costumes to further its vision. It is a film that draws something sparkling and new out of a classic discography. It is a film that is not bound by dull, linear timelines or small minds. It is a film that surrounds a performance for the ages with others that bear it up. It is a film that shows, however dark the times, you will find the light. In doing all these things, it is a film that is saving lives. Rocketman is a film that is, in every way, magnificent. Thank you, Dexter Fletcher and company, for giving us this beautiful movie. Whatever the critics say and whoever wins the prizes as Awards Season bears down upon us, nobody has done anything more valuable this cinema year.
A few Honorable (and Dis-Honorable) Mentions:
While Taron Egerton deserves all the awards, all the time, for his work in Rocketman, there were some other performances this year that also gave me life:
Jamie Bell (Rocketman): Without Bell's Bernie Taupin as his stalwart cornerstone, Egerton's Elton could not have flown. It's a lovely, understated performance that has been grossly underappreciated.
Tom Holland (Marvel Cinematic Universe): Holland is a real gem, a standout who consistently steals the show from bigger names who get weightier work in the MCU. No matter how good, bad, or painfully bloated the movie, Holland is an absolute delight.
Renee Zellweger (Judy): Who knew it was even possible for me to stop hating Renee Zellweger? Well played, 2019.
Rebecca Ferguson (The Kid Who Would Be King/Doctor Sleep): There was little I enjoyed more this year than watching Ferguson chew her way through this pair of pictures. Oh, and if I start walking around wearing a hat, don't ask, m-kay?
Chris Evans (Knives Out): God, I love seeing Chris Evans do *anything* besides Captain America. Bonus points if he gets to be funny. He's really funny, despite his obscenely gorgeous mug.
John Boyega/Oscar Isaac (Star Wars: Episode IX — The Rise of Skywalker): These two, individually and together, draw joy out of what's otherwise a fairly mundane exercise. If Finn and Poe somehow jumped to another saga in the Star Wars universe, I wouldn't complain.
The Cast of Jumanji: The Next Level: Top to bottom, a perfectly cast film, and a lesson in how the right actors can elevate any property.
As a matter of interest, if you watch the Irishman and Once Upon a Time in Hollywood back to back, you can effectively calculate how many hours you'll wish you had back when you're on your deathbed.
I would like a word with Gary Oldman's and Sebastian Stan's agents, please.
Cats: Make. It. Stop. Please, just...make it stop.
As this most challenging year winds to a close, I wanted to offer a sincere thank you to everyone who takes the time to read my reviews, and especially those who engage on any of our various platforms. Special thanks to Daniel for allowing me to be a part of his great page, and for tolerating my unceasing randomness. (Hotel Transylvania 4 in 2021, my friend!) I take no one's support for granted, and I’m ever grateful for you all. I wish our readers many blessings as this festive season comes to a close and we roll into 2020. See you at the movies!
#movies#top ten#rocketman#yesterday#blinded by the light#john wick#the kid who would be king#knives out#spider-man#into the spider-verse#ford v ferrari#downton abbey#the two popes
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I still dont get how you can say after Echo was thrown as an obstacle to Bellarke, out of nowhere, even though we all thought Bellamy was in love with Clarke he’s with another person. They aren’t ending. Clarke thinks she can’t get Bellamy. There’s no reason for Bellamy to leave Echo. All I’m saying is even though we all think Clarke is in love with Bellamy there’s no such thing as ‘Clarke can’t get a new love interest other than Bellamy’ because she can. And she will unfortunately imo
You don’t get it because you don’t understand the story, apparently.
1. Echo didn’t come out of nowhere. Echo paralleled Lxa’s betrayal of Clarke when she betrayed Bellamy.
2. Echo didn’t come out of nowhere. B/E is about forgiveness. She was the enemy. He learned to forgive. Forgiveness of himself in addition to forgiveness of the enemy. This is a healing process that was seen in Polis between CL. Because Clarke had to learn to reconcile the darkness and tyranny that she was capable of and falling in love with Lxa was a symbolic way of doing it. Another Parallel between CL an B/E.
3. Echo didn’t come out of nowhere. Echo was a character who kept coming back to challenge Bellamy and threaten the people he loved. And then she saved them and CLARKE gave up her helmet so Echo could live. Clarke invited Echo into Spacekru.
4. Echo didn’t come out of nowhere. Baby. I was writing fanfic with Echo as a romantic obstacle since after season 2. Out of nowhere? Out of fanfic. Out of the narrative. Out of an antagonistic relationship with Bellamy, just like Bellarke came out of an antagonistic relationship in season 1.
lol. out of nowhere.
Bellamy IS in love with Clarke. IT IS CANON.
“ANOTHER TRAITOR WHO YOU LOVE.”
Dear god. Do you actively try to erase canon?
B/E is not ending?
Evidence for that?
Considering the foreshadowing in 5.01 when Echo didn’t know what they were going to be on earth and Bellamy answered, “Don’t worry nothing will change. You’re my family.” This is the NARRATIVE KNELL OF DEATH. And you know it.
The reason for Bellamy to leave Echo is that HE’S IN LOVE WITH CLARKE.
HE POISONED HIS SISTER FOR CLARKE. However, he sent Echo on a suicide mission for his sister.
THE STORY HAS ALREADY SET UP A CANON LOVE TRIANGLE INVOLVING CLARKE, BELLAMY and ECHO. This is CANON. IT’s all right there.
When Bellamy realized that Clarke cared so much for him that she called him for 6 years, everything change. Where did Echo go after that? We don’t know. We didn’t hear ONE SINGLE WORD FROM HER. The rest of the show, however, was ALL ABOUT BELLARKE. The entire world went to sleep and we were left with JUST BELLARKE.
Where was Echo then?
Snoozing away. Irrelevant to both plot and Bellamy’s feelings, because he had Clarke, and he was complete.
Emotionally speaking, when Echo realizes that Bellamy forgave Clarke after LITERALLY THREE MINUTES when it took him THREE WHOLE YEARS to forgive her... do you think that will do something?
When Echo realizes that Bellamy poisoned his sister to keep Clarke alive, but sent her on a suicide mission, do you think that will make her question the state of a relationship she questioned in 5.01, before she realized Clarke was alive?
When Echo realized that Bellamy’s sibling relationship with Octavia wasn’t enough to make him forgive her, but how he feels about Clarke is something BEYOND sibling love, do you think that will make her feel differently?
When Echo realizes that Bellamy is in love with Clarke, and is sacrificing his feelings for her because Echo is his family and he’s made a commitment to her, do you think she’s going to FEEL GOOD ABOUT THAT?
We already have that story happening once on this show, when Finn stayed with Raven because of his prior commitment to her, and Raven said that was not how she wanted to be loved.
Clarke has a love interest in canon, a love story that is CURRENTLY actively engaged. She will not have ANOTHER love interest until this story is resolved.
It WILL be resolved by Clarke and Bellamy getting together. If you want to think Bellamy is going to choose Echo over Clarke, you’re already wrong because he ALREADY chose Clarke, and that secret is going to come out. Bob said that ‘traitor who you love’ WOULD be addressed between Clarke and Bellamy. See. Because this is the epic love story BELLARKE.
Maybe b/e found each other in the cages, but Echo abandoned Bellamy and sky crew when she promised him to get the army together. So.... real romantic. Who ended up winning that battle? Bellarke. How? Together. Was Echo there?
No, she was gone.
Listen. If you want to ship b/e you do you. But don’t come to a bellarke blog to trash my ship.
B/e is DOOMED.
The 100 is ABOUT Bellarke. Not B/e. We didn’t even see how they fell in love, and we’ve been watching Bellarke fall in love for FIVE FREAKING YEARS.
You have got to be kidding me.
oh and bad shipper, you are not allowing me to ship what I want. ship and let ship are the rules of the ask box. buh bye blocked.
#the 100#bellarke#love triangle#ship and let ship#antis#if you're a bellarke fan who doesn't believe anymore you're not a very good fan#if you're a b/e shipper thinking you can play me ha ha no#leave me alone already
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haiii hiii haii hihihiiii omg ummmmmm
did u onow that ummmm
stanley fuckingf big.
His destiny
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Hey!! Do you think you'll ever add more to your Jets soulmate AU? It's so good and soft... Truly epic. No big deal if not obviously, no pressure, plus I'm loving the Finnish mob AU (Roope/Miro truly underrated), so really whatever you write I'll love. Still, family time? Good time. :)
Hi, Anon!! Thank you for asking! Yes, I plan to add to both! I actually went into my AO3 account recently and closed anything that I had no intention of writing another chapter for, so if it’s still open, it’ll get another chapter... someday.
Right now, I’m working on a 5+1 that is taking waaaay too long because 1) I have to have stat pages and box scores open because I can’t write without details, and 2) I have no concept of the ‘5′ being short snippets and thus they’re all practically stand alone fics.
Also I’m writing another Finn-based stand alone because of some recent (fluffy happy) events. I am avoiding any and all angsty free agency anythings.
So that’s what’s coming soon, but I think there’ll be a Mafia AU chapter right after that! I really appreciate knowing what my audience wants to read, I’m happy to write what people want! (Summer is good for me to fill prompts and requests, I have waaaay too much time on my hands.)
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Can I ask what you mean by "there’s always the chance they’ll go for something unpredictable or even (at this point) anticlimactic"? What would you consider unpredictable or anticlimactic given TFA and TLJ? Do you think we could expect something like that more than a traditional HEA or even a romantic resolution?
I got another ask that I think might be a good answer to yours:
I absolutely agree with you about the possibility of an unexpected ending, but I don't know how well stopping at "spiritual metaphorical connection" would work for IX given that's ground they covered in TLJ. Leaving it at that may feel like the relationship isn't growing or evolving. Just like “Rey hates Kylo, sympathizes with him, then hates him permanently” is a dramatically inert concept, “At the end of IX, they go back to where they were at the midpoint of TLJ" could have a similar effect.
Basically, when I say “anticlimatic”, I mean that generally in fiction things escalate as the story progresses, rather than remain static/stagnant. So if you think of the trilogy as a coherent three-act story, it makes sense that in Act 3 the Reylo dynamic will reach a new stage---it will escalate compared to how it was in TLJ, just like TLJ Reylo was an upgrade of TFA Reylo.
Narrative rules demand that the third act is where the emotional peak---the big climax, both plot wise and in terms of character/relationship development---is. In TLJ Rey and Kylo touched hands, and no matter how you see it, you can’t deny it was highly emotional, intimate and romantically charged. Logic suggests that they’ll share at least a moment in IX that tops the hut scene in terms of intimacy, emotionality and romantic significance. What this moment will be, I’d rather not make predictions on it: could be a kiss (very likely, as it’s straightforward and child-friendly and all “epic” romances usually have one), could be Rey cradling a dying Kylo in her arms Pietà-style, could be Rey touching Kylo’s scar, could be a lot of things.
But my point is, a peak emotional (and romantically charged) reylo moment in IX that eclipses the hut scene is almost a given, and if there isn’t, it will be an anticlimax.
Could they go for an anticlimax? I don’t know. Right now, I don’t see a real reason for them to, nor I see hints that point in that direction. I don’t see why they would miss the opportunity of making Reylo the most epic romantic duo that blockbuster franchises have seen in ages, especially after the (relative) fiasco (chemistry-wise) that was A/nidala in the prequel trilogy, and considering how the Reylo chemistry was universally praised by critics and well received by the general audience. I *think* LF is more interested in proving that they can make a romance that people won’t stop talking about for the next decades (as Han/Leia was), than they are in the following:
On Reylo being left as non-explicit: what about Jyn and Cassian in RO? I have this feeling that Disney/Star Wars has done it before and will do it again. If Reylo is left ambiguous no one can complain that they're sending "bad" messages and they can keep Rey as a "strong" female protagonist who needs no man - this seems Disney's current trend, see Ralph Breaks the Internet. And they already have an explicit romance with Finn and Rose... I love Reylo but I don't have the confidence of those posts (asked by another anon)
RO was a standalone movie and a slightly different genre than the Skywalker saga. It’s more grimdark and grounded in the “wars” aspect than in the “stars” one. And Jyn and Cassian didn’t have two movies of build up prior to their interactions in RO, nor do they share a sweeping, star-crossing psychic bond. And LF leaving Jyn/Cass at an implicit stage (although I’d argue that the lack of a romantic kiss doesn’t mean, per se, that the dynamic wasn’t explicitly romantic), if anything, tells me they won’t do the same with Reylo.
I also don’t see any particular reason to worry that Disney buys the “strong female characters don’t need love interests uwuwuwuwu” faux-progressive bs (in fact I remember some quotes by KK and Daisy suggesting the opposite and being more in line with the Patty Jenkins approach that female characters should be allowed a full spectrum of emotions and human experiences, although don’t ask me to dig those up). The fact that Disney movies recently had female protagonists whose arcs don’t revolve around romance (Elsa, Moana, Merida) doesn’t mean they’ve stopped doing romance at all, or that they’ll only feature romance as a side plot. It just means they’re starting to be a little more diverse (as opposed to just trading one box for another).
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John Boyega: ‘It will never be just a job’
The Star Wars actor talks about swapping south London for a galaxy far, far away.
— The Sunday Times Magazine (Dec 16, 2017)
John Boyega auditioned for seven months to land a role in the biggest film franchise of them all. Now he’s the most loved ex-stormtrooper in the galaxy. The Star Wars actor tells Ben Hoyle about growing up in south London, sofa surfing in Los Angeles to save money – and making it as a world-famous star and producer by the age of 25
You knew that John Boyega was different as soon as he dived over the back of his agent’s sofa.
It was October 20, 2015, and the young south Londoner was catching his first glimpse of the full-length trailer for Star Wars: the Force Awakens. The film would be the first in the franchise since Disney paid George Lucas $4 billion for the company, Lucasfilm, that owned Star Wars. The trailer was a masterpiece of blockbuster marketing. Around the world Star Wars devotees swooned at a silver-haired Han Solo hugging a weeping Princess Leia, at Darth Vader’s crumpled mask, at R2-D2, Chewbacca and the Millennium Falcon all being back in action. Everything was meticulously planned and choreographed to provoke the biggest possible global emotional response.
Everything, except for Boyega’s reaction to the trailer. That was what made it so appealing. In the video, which the actor posted to Instagram and which has racked up more than one million views on YouTube, Boyega is tense at first, sitting on a sofa in someone’s living room with his arms folded and his eyes intently on the screen, breathing heavily.
A minute in he shouts, “Come on!” and then starts nodding, increasingly vigorously, as glimpses of scenes unfold. Then he’s saying, “Yep, yep, yep,” repeatedly, until the trailer gets to the point where his character, Finn, takes guard with a lightsaber. At this point, Boyega bursts into a yell of triumph, pumps both fists and rolls over the back of the sofa in delight while the friend sitting next to him roars with joy and disbelief.
The shouting didn’t last long though, a grinning Boyega says on the eve of the release of the next film in the series, Star Wars: the Last Jedi. “I was in my agent’s apartment and his missus was like, ‘Keep the noise down,’” he says, doing a high-pitched, unimpressed voice. “It was a great moment, but after that you just ... watch it again. And again. And again.”
All those YouTube views were you, then? “Yeah, yeah!” He starts laughing. “Exactly!”
I meet the world’s most famous Anglo-Nigerian former stormtrooper in a hotel in Los Angeles. A whole floor of the hotel has been decked out in Star Wars memorabilia ranging from the obvious (action figures, cuddly toys) to Darth Vader pyjamas for dogs. You are left in no doubt that much more is at stake here than simply making a good or bad film: it’s a movie that is almost certain to be the most successful film of the year and quite likely to be one of the biggest of all time.
This year Boyega has been on the cover of Vanity Fair, Variety and GQ and been named one of Time magazine’s Next Generation Leaders. A few nights ago he was on The Tonight Show, showing off his Michael Jackson dance moves for Jimmy Fallon. At 25, Boyega is no longer the newcomer that he was the last time he took a spin around the Star Wars promotional circuit.
He is famous enough to have caused a small scandal among more easily outraged Star Wars fans by grinding with a skimpily dressed performer at the Notting Hill Carnival this summer – and confident enough to have, quite rightly, shrugged it off. He tends to speak his mind, slapping down Samuel L Jackson on Twitter for suggesting that black British actors do not “really feel” the hardship of the African-American experience as “a stupid ass conflict that we don’t have time for”. In May, The Times hailed his “very fine and distressingly good performance” in the title role of Woyzeck at the Old Vic.
As well as acting, he has become a producer on Pacific Rim Uprising, out next year, in which he also stars. And he’s just appeared in The Hollywood Reporter with Tom Hanks and Gary Oldman in a discussion with likely Oscar contenders. (Boyega has been critically lauded for his performance in Detroit, set during the city’s 1967 riot.) In other words, he’s a fully fledged movie star these days.
The door opens and I’m ushered into Boyega’s presence. All I can see is a pair of box-fresh white trainers and some black trousers lurking under a huge dark rectangle. There is silence in the room. For a few moments it’s as if I have stumbled into a new performance art phase of his relentless career advance.
Then, with a briefly weary look, the actor puts down the mounted Star Wars promotional poster that he’d been examining from his white leather chair, offers me his hand and switches on his big interview grin.
Boyega is 5ft 9in, stockily built with a powerful physical presence, a Peckham accent and a boisterous personality that probably fills most rooms that he enters. It doesn’t take him long to warm up.
He looks lean and muscular today beneath his blue and white Valentino jacket. Handily, he has a body that bursts with muscles as soon as he starts working on it, he says. But he is quite happy to let himself go a bit for a role too, as he did with Detroit. He likes being “chubby”.
“I just like delicious carbs,” he says, beaming. “I like diversity in many ways.
And one thing I’ve always been aware of is diversity in character and shape. There’s a view of perfection on the screen constantly being fed to us, and you look at the heroes in real life and you’re like, there should be more of a difference there.”
Before long he’s leaning forward, furrowing his brows and gripping an imaginary lightsaber, ready for battle. Laughing at himself, but also serious, he is explaining why that instant in The Force Awakens trailer meant so much to him.
“Watching myself with the lightsaber. When you’re on set it’s not as epic. That specific moment of it lighting up, yeah? You hold it and then the cameras roll, and then they go, ‘Action!’ and then the director shouts, ‘Er ... Ignite!’ and then they pause. They swap out the saber for the lit one and someone runs in [he acts out this part], puts it in your hand, and then you have to just go, ‘Grrrrrrr.’ [Here he snaps back into his fight pose and grimaces.] It’s still illuminated, ’cos Dan Mindel [director of photography on The Force Awakens] uses the sabers to make the face pop. So he remotely controls the levels of the sabers. When you crash them together, they turn white. It’s cool. They can change the colours of your saber. And I always ask him, ‘Do my rainbow one,’ in between takes.”
Boyega starts swiping the air with his imaginary lightsaber, chuckling and adding his own sound effects, as a six-year-old boy might: “Wooowoooohoooohoooo!”
The trailer was also special because Boyega is an unabashed fanboy himself. “I’d grown up wanting to be in major Hollywood films and I was the type of person to always check to see what new trailers were on YouTube and to watch B-rolls [extra, usually soundless footage shot to illustrate a story]. I buy DVDs so I can watch the special features. Marketing [of big films] is something that has always intrigued me. So it was like endless curiosity ... Then to be involved in it, for me, it was like: this is nuts!
“I don’t think it will ever feel like just a job. And that’s also me just kind of trying to draw some lessons from watching Mark, Harrison and Carrie [Hamill, Ford and Fisher].” Making Star Wars films becomes all-consuming, he says. “You go into isolation. You go into Pinewood [studios], and we make the movies. And then when the movies are cooking, there’s a quietness. And when the movies are coming out, there is always going to be that natural thing of, now we get the audience involved – you know, to see what we’ve got.”
What he really loves is making the films. “The collaborating of people is something special. That collaboration, where for six, seven months you’re part of one family, coming in every day, filming different scenes ... That to me is where I feel at home. It’s not interviews, it’s not red-carpet stuff. It’s the real deal where it’s acting, it’s technique, it’s craft. It’s great.”
Shooting can be hilarious, though. “Saying all this serious stuff, looking up and then pushing buttons that don’t exist,” he laughs. “I remember when we were filming the gunner sequence in The Force Awakens, I’m shooting, and JJ Abrams, the director, is like, ‘Uh, John, can you push more buttons? Please? It just makes you look more important.’”
Then there was the day Princes William and Harry visited the set of The Last Jedi and dressed up for cameos as stormtroopers. “It was definitely random to meet them. But, then I thought, ‘Well, we are filming it in the UK. Why wouldn’t we have royal approval?’”
Returning to the Star Wars circuit for a second time “feels different”. He knows what to expect this time round. “It just gets real loud.” He finds himself thinking, “Just release the film, man! We want people to go see it.”
When The Force Awakens came out Boyega went to New York to surprise fans at cinemas across the city and then flew home to London to make further unannounced appearances at screenings in Peckham, Greenwich and Brixton.
“I stayed in the city, in London, just to witness everything going crazy. Now I’m going on holiday – time for some separation. I’m going to Nigeria and the Caribbean.”
Surely you can’t get away from Star Wars – even there? “Oh, in Nigeria and the Caribbean you can ... to a certain extent. ’Cos they put a Nigerian in Star Wars, Nigerians are like, ‘We’re gonna go see it.’ But the role is secondary – it’s more about who you are, your family. And then it’s like, ‘Oh, he is also in that Star Wars film.’”
Boyega was born in Camberwell to first-generation immigrant Nigerian parents, nine years after Return of the Jedi came out. He grew up on a council estate in nearby Peckham. His father, Samson, was a Pentecostal preacher and also a “massive Bruce Willis fan”. His mother, Abigail, worked with disabled children. He has two older sisters: Blessing, a train driver and beauty blogger, and Grace, who works as his assistant. The family had “struggles”, which is why money matters “the most” to him now. “We’ve come a very long way,” he says, proudly.
At 17, the age that Boyega was when he started acting seriously, “my dad was on the streets in Africa, selling food to random drivers and farming part-time. My mum used to sell water and sausages on the street. So finances, financial stability, is something that’s important for my family.”
He recently bought his parents a house. Do they still work? “Oh, I told them to stop all that.” Samson still preaches, “But the ministry has changed, in the sense that now I give him funds to be able to go and change other people’s lives. My mum and dad travel to Nigeria with their charity and they give water, toilet and educational facilities to neighbouring villages.”
Boyega has always bristled at media efforts to paint his life as the rags-to-riches fable of a boy who escaped the supposedly mean streets of Peckham to scale the heights of Hollywood.
“They went to town on that, and that was hilarious,” he says, not laughing. A while ago a newspaper ran a profile of him suggesting that he grew up surrounded by drugs, violence and gang life. He skewered it with a brusque tweet: “Inaccurate. Stereotypical. NOT my story.”
He does not want to clarify how well he knew Damilola Taylor, the ten-year-old Nigerian boy who went to his school and who was stabbed to death on the North Peckham estate in 2000. “That for me is personal,” he says with finality. But Damilola’s father, Richard Taylor, whom Boyega invited to the London premiere of The Force Awakens, has said, “Damilola and John and Grace were so close.” They were walking home with him on the day that he died, according to Taylor. Of all his friends, “They were the last to see him.”
Despite that tragedy, Boyega loved his youth and remembers it as full of culture and opportunity. “I had a fantastic childhood,” he has said. “I was exposed to a world of dance, tap, musical theatre. I performed at the Royal Albert Hall when I was 13.”
He joined Theatre Peckham, a programme for talented children, and studied performing arts at South Thames College. A small role in a prison drama at the Tricycle Theatre in Kilburn led to a lead part in 2011’s Attack the Block, Joe Cornish’s cult British sci-fi comedy. From the moment that a menacing Boyega appeared on screen, mugging a young nurse on her way home from work one night and then, seconds later, fighting for his life with an alien that has burst out of a car glove compartment, it was clear that he had both a magnetic talent and a gift for making the most outlandish material seem convincing.
He dropped out of his BA in film studies at the University of Greenwich after seeing Johnny Depp shooting a Pirates of the Caribbean film on campus. He realised he wanted to do that, and wasn’t getting any closer to it in the classroom.
Finding good acting jobs in Britain hard to come by, he started going to America looking for a break. He was 19. He stayed in West Hollywood for a while but ran out of money and “ended up sleeping on a sofa in Inglewood [a predominantly black neighbourhood], with a family there. They’re still like my family. It gives you perspective on many, many things. And they were a black-conscious family. So there were DVDs we were watching, and obviously lectures, talking about the black community, black finance.” He still visits them “all the time” and appreciates having a reference point to keep him grounded. “But to be honest, because of my background, because of the way I am and how I grew up, it’s what I attract. It’s what my universe attracts. I attract the folk that grew up the way I did. I can relate.”
In 2012 Boyega was in Los Angeles working on a Spike Lee pilot for a TV boxing drama that never got made. He had a meeting with Bryan Burk, the co-founder with JJ Abrams of the production company Bad Robot. Burk thought that Boyega was “fantastic” in Attack the Block and in person found him to be “as friendly as he is talented”. While Boyega was at the office he bumped into Abrams, who was walking out of an editing suite with Tom Cruise. He recalled in an Instagram post last year how he “mentally slowed down their epic two-man walk” and set it to a Jay-Z song in his head. Abrams knew him, too, said he had also loved Attack the Block and promised to get him a part “in something”. The post contains Boyega’s response: “Thanks mate and sure (fully not believing a word this man said).”
But Burk and Abrams did keep him in their thoughts. Casting The Force Awakens, they brought his name up “early on”. In Boyega’s second audition “the magic was right there”, Burk says. But the process took seven months of auditions. Boyega, being Boyega, “felt like I was gonna get the part, because they kept on bringing me back too many times”. At the end of the 7 months, he spent his last £70 on a 45-minute taxi ride to meet Abrams in Mayfair and discover his fate. He was now a bit nervous but still filmed the whole journey so he would be able to remember what life felt like before his world possibly changed for ever.
His casting led to racist abuse. Boyega refused to be cowed. “I’m proud of my heritage, and no man can take that away from me. I wasn’t raised to fear people with a difference of opinion. They are merely victims of a disease in their mind,” he later told The New York Times. “I’m grounded in who I am, and I am a confident black man.”
On set it swiftly became apparent he was also a fan let loose in the Star Wars universe. “When we did the film,” says Burk, “most of us were fans stepping into that world.” But Boyega was much less embarrassed about it. “My fondest memory of him was on Harrison’s last day of shooting. He had an enormous Han Solo action figure, 2ft tall – Harrison in his stormtrooper outfit in the original film. He had Harrison sign it. I think all of us actually were thinking, ‘Why didn’t we bring our Han Solo action figures in for Harrison to sign?’”
Even now Boyega looks wide-eyed remembering “the room would stop” when Ford, Fisher and Hamill were interacting with each other.
Hamill was the one Boyega directed his “nerd questions” to, because, “He will give you detail. It’s cool to hear his experiences.” Boyega, who still plays Star Wars video games, admires Hamill so much that on days when he was not shooting on The Last Jedi he would often go in anyway just to watch Hamill act.
Fisher stunned him early on by inviting him to come and stay with her in Beverly Hills. “I remember saying, ‘Carrie, that’s very generous, but like, we just met each other. I’m not just gonna come and stay in your guest house.” He regrets saying no, because going to stay with the famously hard-living Fisher would have been “pretty darn fun”. She died in December last year when Boyega was on a boat in Nigeria celebrating his parents’ wedding anniversary. The whole family was distraught. “It was a shocker,” he says.
Of all the original principals, though, it is Ford who seems to have made the biggest impression, and not just because Han Solo was Boyega’s favourite character growing up.
“Everyone has a fear of Harrison that I quite like,” he says, laughing. “He’s actually really chill.” On the last promotional tour Ford asked Boyega to show him somewhere local to eat in London. Boyega took him to 805, a Nigerian restaurant next to a Ladbrokes on the Old Kent Road. They sat by the bar and had fruit cocktails, soup made with pounded yam and jollof rice with plantain.
“Loads of people came around him and he was chill ... We were waiting for our car to pull up, and there were Nigerian men outside drinking and going [he puts on a strong Nigerian accent], ‘Oh, Harrison, good to see you.’ At his level of stardom, it’s nice to see that example and know that it’s my choice to keep a level of normality, to be able to be brave enough to go to a restaurant and to have a great time regardless.”
Ford also proved more able than the other two to carve out a major acting career beyond Star Wars, something that Boyega is already doing. “If you wait for the trilogy to be over there’s more convincing to do. Whereas, if you do other roles around Star Wars, the audience gets used to seeing you in different things.”
In Detroit Boyega has one of the larger roles in an ensemble drama – a harrowing portrait of racial tension in Sixties America. Boyega says Detroit proved “the audience believed me in something serious, ’cos I was worried that they’re going to be like, ‘What’s Finn doin’ over here?’ Nobody had that reaction to me. That really brought my blood pressure down.”
The film paints a portrait of black life in Detroit at the time, pushing beyond simple “ghetto” stereotypes in just the same way that Boyega wants people to understand that there is more to Peckham than urban blight. “Sometimes we like to simplify things in the world just to process them more easily, and sometimes we need to be careful with that.”
He still lives in south London, where he shares a flat with a roommate. “One thing I like is to go back to my local off-licence. The owner of the store has the Star Wars posters up, so I see that every single time I go. I’m like, ‘Boss, man.’ He’s like, ‘Oh, you’re back!’” The shop is Khan’s Bargain on Rye Lane. “Go get some stuff there, guys!” Boyega says, leaning over my Dictaphone. “He’s got my favourite childhood sweets. They’re like 39p; you get 3 for £1. If it goes over £1, man, I’m gonna be like, ‘You gotta be taking the piss!’ When I’m back home and I’m hanging out with my friends, we hang out the way we always hang out. And I’m gonna need sweets.”
Is there anything he can’t do any more? Not really. He has always been a “homebody” and had sought out privacy long before he was famous. “When I was 16, I was like, ‘I can’t be getting on public transport no more, man.’ I already wanted to be in my own car, play my music, having my AC on.”
He has bigger ambitions now. Bryan Burk says that he’s “100 per cent” sure that Boyega can become a successful producer and be “a lot more than just a leading man. I see him really putting his imprint on all types of movies.”
But first there are celebrations to plan. Four of them. Boyega is throwing “three massive parties” in Nigeria over Christmas and a friend is helping to organise a costume party for him, his family and friends in Britain. The theme will be “villains only”. Can people come as a stormtrooper then? “Yeah, definitely. Come as whoever you want to come as.”
So does he own a stormtrooper outfit? John Boyega, the first actor ever to portray these armoured warriors with humanity, looks horrified at the very idea.
“I would never carry that home. It just reminds me of getting chipped in the armpit by the plastic.” He pauses for a beat. “But a helmet I am dying to have.”
#q#interview#this is almost 4k words long#but it's a fun one#john boyega#finn#cast#tlj#star wars#the last jedi#the force awakens#harrison ford#carrie fisher#mark hamill#jj abrams#detroit#pacific rim
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Christmas Gift - Finn Wolfard x Reader (Holiday Fic Extravaganza!)
REQUEST: can you do Finn x reader where you spend your first Christmas together and surprises you at your house on Christmas night please xx
NOTE: So I love Christmas and I’m so sorry that I haven’t posted in forever I’ve been super busy with school and work but here you go! This one is super cute! Also ya i know that the 23rd is Finn’s birthday but that’s not the point of this fic lol
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Saying that Christmas was your favorite time of year was an understatement. You lived for the holiday season and everyone and anyone knew that. The tree has been up and decorated since December first and the stockings were already hung with care too. Everything was ready for Christmas except for the last few gifts you needed to buy. Specifically, your boyfriend Finn’s.
Apparently, he had not bought your gift either.
“Babe, if I were to give you a gift, what would you want it to be?” You rolled your eyes at Finn’s question but laughed at the text anyways.
“Idk, anything really. A sweater, tea mug, socks, etc.” you replied back.
“That’s still not very helpful, Y/N.” Finn texted back.
You sighed before typing “It doesn’t matter what you give me Finn, I’ll like it no matter what because it came from you.”
A minute passed before his next text came through on your phone. Finn had just sent a smiley face and heart emoji. You typed your next message. “By the way, what do you want for Christmas?”
You only got the eye rolling emoji in response to that.
It was December twenty third and you were helping your mother wrap up the last of the presents. It was your job to add the ribbon, gift tags, and bows. You were adding a silver bow to the present in front of you (a collector’s edition Harry Potter book set for your cousin) when your mom held up the final gift from the pile.
“Is this one for Finn?” She asked you. You looked at the paper bag in her hands and nodded. You reached forward and took the gift from her.
“Yes, it is. I can wrap it myself.” You offered. She nodded her head in agreement and quietly picked up the finished gifts to put underneath the tree.
You opened up the nag and pulled the gift out from inside. You wanted to give Finn something heartfelt and personal, something unique. Since he was always drinking way too much coffee you went to one of those paint your own pottery shops and hand painted a travel mug for Finn. The mug was a dark indigo colour with paisley blue geometric shapes scattered about. You were admiring your own work when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.
Opening your phone, you saw that Finn had sent you a message.
“Voila! I’d say it’s a masterpiece!” Finn had sent with an attached picture of a gift all wrapped up.
Quickly, but carefully, you wrapped up Finn’s gift in red and silver wrapping paper and topped with a bow to match. You snapped a pic of the final product and sent it to him.
“I’d say that this one belongs in an art gallery!” You joked.
“Ooh what is it?” Finn replied.
“Ha ha nice try smart one. You have to wait until we exchange gifts!” You explained.
“Speaking of… When do you want to swap gifts?”
“I’m busy with family pretty much until boxing day so maybe after that?” You suggested.
“Sure.” Finn said.
Christmas day was a whirl wind of events! The morning started bright and early. You always woke up your parents as early as they would let you to start opening gifts and stockings. After presents, your family had your traditional holiday brunch full of French toast, eggnog, and candy can pancakes! In the afternoon, the rest of the family came over to your house including your aunts, uncles, cousins, grandma, and grandpa. As the Christmas turkey cooked in the oven, all of the kids had an epic snowball fight outside.
It was just after dinner when the last of the presents were being exchanged, the tree almost empty underneath. The last present remaining was the one you had wrapped for Finn and you couldn’t help but miss him.
You looked around at everyone in your house, they were all talking with one another, showing each other gifts. Every face had a bright smile. You were happy as well, a warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach. But still, you couldn’t help but feel like something, someone was missing.
You pulled out your phone and opened up your messages with Finn and typed him a quick message.
“You gift is the last one under the tree :( Wish you were here to open it!” You sent.
Within a minute Finn had replied. “I wish I was there to see what amazing gift you got me!”
Before you could send your reply, another message came through.
“By the way, your Christmas lights look really great! I love the inflatable reindeer on your front lawn!”
Suddenly you were confused, Finn hadn’t been to your house since the reindeer had been put up and you never told him about it either. Before you could even text him back asking what he was talking about, the doorbell chimed and you ran to the door to answer it.
You swung open the door and to your surprise, Finn was standing on the other side.
“Merry Christmas!” He exclaimed and you instantly moved forward to give him a hug.
“Finn! What are you doing here?” You asked and led him inside and out from the cold.
Finn shrugged off his winter coat and hung it up on the rack in the front hallway. “I came to give you your gift! It is Christmas after all.” You smiled sweetly and quickly leaned forward to give him a kiss. “I came for that too.” Finn added and you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the front room away from the rest of your family so you could exchange gifts.
Finn offered you a small red bag that was covered in sparkly snowflakes. You took the bag from him and placed it on your lap. As you began to pull out the tissue paper from inside you glanced up at Finn who’s eyes were wide with a bright smile.
“C’mon, open it Y/N!” He encouraged and so you reached in and pulled out a small rectangular box.
Just by looking at the box you had a slight idea of what could be inside. You carefully cracked it open and the most beautiful necklace lay inside.
“Oh my goodness, Finn!” You gasped. “This is amazing it’s so beautiful!” You pulled out the necklace to take a closer look. It was a simple silver chain with a small heart pendant.
“Flip it over” Finn said and you turned over the heart to look at the back. In small letters your first initial had been engraved alongside an ‘F’ for Finn.
You ran your thumb over the small engraving as you looked up to Finn. “This is truly amazing Finn. Thank you so much I love it!” You said before kissing him on the cheek.
“I’m so glad you like it!” He said as a warm blush came across his cheeks.
“Can you put it on me?” You asked and Finn took the necklace from your hands. You turned around and held up your hair out of the way for him to clasp it around you. “Okay, now it’s your turn!” You handed your gift to Finn.
Finn picked up the gift and jokingly shook it next to his ear. “I wonder what it could be!” He said before carefully starting to unwrap the gift. You were suddenly overcome with nerves, worried about whether or not Finn would like your gift. Once unwrapped he held up the mug to get a better look.
“Wow this is so cool!” You watched as he turned the mug around to look at all the patterns. “Did you paint this yourself?” He asked with a smile.
You nodded your head. “Yeah I did. There’s a pottery place downtown and since you’re always drinking coffee I figured that you’d like a new mug!” You explained sheepishly.
The look on Finn’s face was full of euphoria. “This is great I love it so much!” He said. “Thank you, I can’t wait to use it!” Finn added as he wrapped himself around you for a hug.
“I’m glad you like it!” You said, pushing yourself up from the couch. “No come on, it’s time for you to meet everyone!” You took Finn’s hand and lead him towards the living room where the rest of your family was.
You got as far as the foyer when Finn stopped dead in his tracks. “Why’d you stop? If you’re nervous to meet my family you don’t need to be, they’re going to love you!” You explained in a calming voice.
Finn looked up and you followed his gaze. “Mistletoe.” He said. You looked back at his face and he had a soft smile. You smiled back before leaning up on your toes to give him a kiss.
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Dragged Kicking and Screaming ( 11 / 22)
Title: Dragged Kicking and Screaming
Or How Burt Hummel Mashed the Hummels and Hudsons Into One Functioning Family.
Characters(s): Kurt, Burt, Carole, Finn, with short appearances by the New Directions guys and various ops who mostly take up space.
Rating: PG13
Summary: Somehow the Hummel household and the Hudson household had to come together…
Chapter Nine Chapter Ten
11.
“Good. On to groceries.”
“Huh?” Finn asked. “Why do we need to talk about that? You buy food and we eat it.”
“In this house we had an allotted snack amount each week. It kept people from being wasteful and pigging out on trash. We will be going back to it. I had considered not going back to it, but frankly the eating habits without it have been astoundingly horrid and there have been epic amounts of waste. Now, Finn, I know no one has ever kept you to a snack limit. I can tell by the fact you ate four family sized bags of chips last week…in one day…and then whined until you mom went and bought you more. Number one, that is NOT healthy. Number two, you left the trash all over the floor and you left a good bag or two of spilled chips scattered around the room. That is wasteful. SO…we will be buying containers for in the pantry that will have each person’s snacks in them, as well as containers in the refrigerator. That way MY snacks can be more easily refined to the doctor’s orders and everyone else’s can be filled to their tastes. However, once that week’s snacks are gone, they are gone. YOU have to buy any extras you want. I will require the receipts.”
“You can’t do that! I’m a growing boy. I have to eat all the time. I’ll die if I don’t!” Finn shouted.
Kurt laughed.
“No you won’t. Furthermore you will be healthier with a better meal schedule.” Kurt said. “I took a supplemental health course after the one…supposedly taught but not taught…at McKinley.”
“I will build into your snack allotment an honest to goodness afternoon snack and one other snack option for school days and three between meal snack options for weekends. It is not like I’m not going to allow you to eat except at meal time. Whole family sized bags of chips are not ever an option. It may be that your afternoon snack isn’t in your box but in the freezer or refrigerator if you are interested in your after-school snack being something like sandwiches. However, they it will be something like A SINGLE reasonable sandwich, A SINGLE burrito, and not a whole loaf of bread worth of sandwiches or half a bag of burritos.” Burt said. “If you snack and then do not eat your dinner at dinner time…you will not be fed later and you may even loose the privilege of snacking.”
“Mom!” Finn yelled.
Carole shrugged. She hadn’t been happy with the wasted food for several years, but hadn’t realized that part of the problem might be Finn’s snacking habits.
“We eat dinner together every night. We eat at the table. Nightly Dinners can be missed without a lot of fuss, unlike Friday Night Dinners, but it had best be known. If there is a reason someone cannot make dinner…work, school activity, pre-arranged outing with your friends…and you didn’t eat while away, either dinner will be saved for you to reheat, or you can eat something like soup and sandwiches, one or two, without it counting against your snack allotment. IF you ate all your dinner and your allotted snacks for the day and are still so hungry after all that that you can’t possibly sleep…you can make one peanut butter sandwich and have with it a glass of milk. Nothing more. I know…I have checked…I will get doctors written proof…that that peanut butter sandwich will be enough for you to survive the night without starving and with it you will be completely fine until morning. For breakfast we can eat TWO bowls of cereal at most, four eggs at most, five or six pancakes, a waffle or two, one breakfast burrito, and no more than four pieces of toast. Not all at the same time, however you can mix and match in reasonable amounts. Lunches are to consist of reasonable amounts of food when you are home on the weekend and are to be eaten at a reasonable time.”
“I’m gonna die.” Finn moaned. “I’m gonna starve to death.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Kurt snapped, rolling his eyes again.
Burt snorted and continued. “As a family we will not eat out more than once a week, unless there is some sort of special reason. If we eat out we will not be ordering in. If we order in, we are not going to be eating out. Saturday will remain date night for Carole and me. Carole, if you and Finn want to still have your weekly mother and son meal out that is fine, I know it is somewhat of a tradition with you guys. It wouldn’t be counted as the family meal out. However, if you plan on using the family account to pay for it, it must be kept reasonable except for the weeks of Finn’s Birthday, your birthday, and Mother’s day. I will inform you now, reasonable is under twenty-five bucks. Your mother and son dinner will be put on the schedule. Kurt, we’ll start up our weekend at the shop lunch again. I am sorry I didn’t realize how long it had been.”
“It’s Ok, Dad.” Kurt said.
“If you have weekend lunches with Kurt what about your weekly dinner with Finn?” Carole demanded.
“Yeah, about that,” Burt said. “I never had a weekly dinner with Finn. I had a ‘take Finn out’ whenever you or he decided he wanted to be taken out somewhere. You wanted these weekly or more often meal outings with Finn and you wanted me to take him to all sorts of events. But you don’t do anything with Kurt, twice in this whole year KURT has taken YOU shopping and paid for it all. You don’t eat out with him or take him places. I know that you feel it is extremely important for Finn to have some male bonding time, for me to be a father to him. However, last night when I was looking at the financing all summer long and writing down who went where and what we did…I was ashamed at what I saw. Do you realize I haven’t done anything with Kurt, no father and son outing or activity, since I started dating you Carole? We aren’t even discussing what happened last spring, but after mapping financially what was up, Kurt’s fears weren’t out of the blue. And it did not get better. We left Kurt home six times this summer when YOU insisted we go see ball games so Finn could feel like I wanted to be a dad and you decided Kurt would hate it and so it should just be the three of us. Ballgames I paid for three tickets for and which you skipped each time because they weren’t teams you were interested in and you didn’t want to be bored. And I didn’t argue, because I like ball games. You insisted I spend bonding time, father-son time, with Finn four more times during the summer…where I took Finn places Kurt would have enjoyed as well, but I was told that bringing Kurt would make Finn feel bad and so would defeat the purpose. And I let you convince me of that. I took Finn out to eat once or twice a week because you insisted Finn needed a father figure to talk with about important stuff…but he never spoke about anything other than sports and his pals and parties and hanging out and video games and you complained when I tried to talk jobs and school and his behavior with the girls or anything else even remotely heavy. I ended up taking YOU to that shopping trip in Columbus the day I was supposed to take Kurt to the Demolition Derby because you decided you didn’t want to drive there on your own; however you also didn’t want to disappoint your friends from when you were married to Finn’s dad. I spent the day sitting in the car waiting for you to finish shopping, or finish lunch, or finish getting your nails done…because these were friends who had also been friends with Finn’s dad and you weren’t sure about adding me to the mix…and you were doing girl stuff. I ended up dropping everything to drive Finn to a last minute football camp, which I paid for and you never reimbursed me even though you said you would, on the day I was supposed to take Kurt to the Hot Air Balloon Festival. And I ended up taking Finn to the monster truck rally I had planned to attend with Kurt after you and he convinced me that Kurt, who had enjoyed every single one I’d taken him to since he was 2, had told you and Finn he didn’t want to go after all. And I just read last night a note from Hank at the shop that asks why Kurt was working on rally day because KURT didn’t know why I assigned him to work that day. You two outright lied to me about that Monster Truck Rally. I yelled at him for an activity we were supposed to do together in September, and I ditched two things we were supposed to do in the last two months…to accommodate you and Finn. Kurt told me last spring that he thought I didn’t want HIM anymore, that I would prefer someone else. I told him I love him just the way he is. But I can now see where he might have thought I didn’t…that I don’t. SO…we are changing our ways. I’m not ditching doing things with Finn all together, just I’m not doing what we have been doing any longer. I will spend one day a month doing something with Finn. Twice a year I will be willing to do an activity that costs over 100 bucks. All other months will be under. I will NOT take Finn out of school for any activity more than once a year. Finn, I suggest you look closely at what ball games you really want to see. If it requires an overnight stay…it is over 100 bucks, keep that in mind. I will do monthly activities with Kurt. His do NOT need to be under 100 bucks, not after this past year. Due to the fact Kurt gets good grades, I will be willing to remove Kurt from school if I need to. We can stay overnight. Tonight, Kurt and I will be going to Diva Academy’s Nutcracker Suite. Kurt, I am sorry it is not the better one at the university’s stage, but you know June, the talkative one who works at the parts store in Findley? Her daughter is dancing. Also, Kurt, pick you out a movie. I’m going to take you to see our lost Thanksgiving weekend show on Wednesday.”
Kurt smiled. “Thanks, Dad.”
“Burt, that is not fair!” Carole shouted. “Finn deserves to go to the movies with you, too. You can’t just go about taking Kurt places.”
“Sure I can. It is called father and son bonding and I forgot for a while that while Kurt and I didn’t do the whole sports games things very often, there were other activities that we enjoyed together. I also forgot that being a part of a family meant sometimes I did things for him that weren’t my cup of tea, but guess what, he also did things with me that he didn’t enjoy without a fuss. We went to ball games, and in the long run we both enjoyed it. Sure I might have heard one or two traditional comments about stirrup pants, but the rest of the game was enjoyable. He didn’t whine or beg or complain. Just like I routinely complained about men in tights somewhere in the first fifteen minutes of the ballet and then watched the rest of the ballet without complaint. It was working fine for a long time until...somehow…I forgot.”
“But Burt…”
“But what, Carole?” Burt asked.
“It is just not fair to Finn.”
“What about it isn’t fair to Finn?” Burt asked.
“Well, how is he going to go to all the good games now?” Carole asked. “If you don’t take him to all the big games, how is he going to be able to get tickets and be able to make a big deal to his friends about being at them. If you don’t take him, it is going to ruin his reputation.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. First and Foremost, I’m sure he had a fine reputation before we started dating and he and I started doing things together last spring…with or without seeing the good games.” Burt said. “Second, if he truly wants to go to them he has choices. We can go as a family, all four of us. But he is still not missing school to attend them except once a year. He can get a job and make his own money and buy his own tickets and you and he can go, or he can take a bus and go, or go with a friend or two. He cannot miss school to do so, but it is an option. And twice a year I will pay over 100 bucks…tickets and meal…I won’t even count gas price if we are just off to Cincinnati or Cleveland. He can choose…big game or amusement park or big race. We can go and sit in less expensive seats. He can just deal with not seeing ‘good games’ all the time. See, tons of options. I was never taking him to those games to improve his reputation; at least I wasn’t aware I was. I thought I was taking him to games to promote opportunities for getting to know each other and bonding and giving him a male figure to help with real life issues. If I was just taking him to give him bragging rights, it definitely needs to stop anyway. I don’t like being used, Carole. I had better have not been being used.”
“Of course you weren’t Burt, but surely you understand how important it is for a kid like Finn to be able to brag to his friends about things. He needs that to keep himself in people’s focus.” Carole insisted.
“Once a month. IF Finn needs a dinner out with me to talk over real issues that he can’t with you; girls, job, school, what he wants to do past high school, drugs, drinking problems, sex …real issues, Carole… then I will take him out for dinner when he needs that. However, we aren’t playing the game we have been. I am done with it.”
“I’m not happy about this, Burt.” Carole said.
“I’m not happy about a lot of things right now. We can come back to this later, but as of right now there isn’t more to say about it. Back to groceries. Since, without a menu, this household has ordered out three to five nights a week since we have been married and wasted loads of food bought because it was NOT used, we will be putting together a menu. IF you don’t want to cook, Carole, fine. I will, or Kurt will. Meals however will start being prepared. Meals will conform to dietary restrictions as well. We will take the next week or so to figure out a budget for groceries. I want everyone to write up a list of meals they would like over the next two weeks. We will discuss Christmas Dinner and Christmas Eve in a few minutes, so you don’t have to worry about those days. Oh, and the cooks’ meal choices get more priority.”
“But that’s not fair!” Finn shouted. “I’ll never get my favorite things to eat!”
“I did not say others would never have a say, Finn. I figure there are four of us. Each of us gets two meals a month that are our choice that no one can complain about, although changes might have to happen to my portion to make it match my diet. The rest of the time…the cook gets to choose. They are the one making the meal; they should have more say on what they make. IF you decide to cook and make meals that are edible, then you get to pick what you cook…and remember, you get 50 cents for cooking dinner. And that is one of those items I’m willing to negotiate on…IF YOU can convince me the pay for making dinner needs to go up. And that can only happen if you have learned to make edible meals and are cooking semi regularly. However, Kurt makes the same pay for cooking meals you do.”
Finn tilted his head to the side and Burt could see him working through the idea. He didn’t think Carole was paying attention, really. She had her head back in her hands and was lightly groaning. Kurt was smiling again. The whole menu thing was going to be new to him and Kurt, as well, but he knew it was something his son could work with.
“So…I want a list of meals you would like to eat, from each of you, by Tuesday so we can plan out meals and then put them on the schedule. Finn I would also like a list of things you’d like to eat as after-school snacks and for just your regular snacks. Carole, if you would like snacks bought with you in mind, you need to make a list as well. Kurt, make me a list if anything has changed. We will then make a grocery list and then someone will do the grocery shopping. I will be with whoever does the shopping from the list this first time around because we are using that trip to set an idea of how much groceries should cost for the four of us. Don’t think of padding it anyone. I will also be looking online to see what people think.”
“Would you like me to go through the staples we have and what we need, Dad? Or just price them and make note when we need new staple items so that that price gets added to the shopping fund?”
“The second. It’s time to do inventory anyway. We are actually late on that, but I already KNOW why Kurt, so I don’t want to hear it now. I might just have us just do a shopping trip for those items alone at the end of the month.” Burt answered.
Burt looked at everyone until they nodded before looking at his list. He ignored Carole’s eye roll and Finn’s look of confusion.
“Dad,” Kurt said while Burt was jotting down details of what he’d just said. “What about when we have friends over?”
“Hmm….I think groceries can cover one gathering for each of you if it is on the schedule and known about and you can choose which one. So, if you want a sleepover with your girls and you have it listed if you can make a list of foods you would like for it when whoever is grocery shopping goes shopping, the food can be covered. I am hoping to do grocery shopping every other week. So that would cover two gatherings for each of you a month. Finn, I don’t know if you caught it beforehand, but a gathering is more than three friends over or any time you have less friends over that you want food for or needs to be planned for for whatever reason…like if you want to watch a game up here on the big TV. So…to be clear…even if you invite just Puck over but want to eat food not from your snacks or that you want someone else to make for you, it is a gathering. The groceries will pay for ONE gathering every two weeks. Choose wisely. You will pay for the food for gatherings over that number. Not counted against your gathering number are parties, which have to be scheduled and given permission, but if they are OK’d they might be able to be supplied by the groceries. If you have a party here, everyone here is invited. I don’t care about the reasoning you might not invite someone…everyone is invited.”
“But…” Finn started.
“No buts. Kurt, even a girl’s night should be able to include Finn until curfew. So pajamas will need to be a bit more…more for some of those girls.”
Kurt sighed. “Fine. I’ll tell them if we host at ours they have to be more fully dressed and be prepared for Finn.”
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Ah, Valentine's Day
[[ The day people share love for one another, be it platonic, romantic or any other types of love. while I the mun do not really like Valentine’s Day like that, I want to just say a couple of things that deal with Jackie Chan Adventures, so this might be touchy-feely:
I want to start with my most talked about characters, the J-Team. I love their dynamic; teamwork, arguments, differences and essential character builds and how they grow to care for one another. The funny times are always the best kinds of times to me. While each member may not be blood related and come from different places and pasts, they are still able to get the job done and defeat the greater evil. There’s the caring attitude towards one another where they will fight to save the other and essentially put their own life on the line if anyone fights them i’m fighting them
Then there’s the Enforcers. They are one of my favorite ride-or-die cartoon buddies of all time. I love ‘em to death! They win and lose together and have great bonding moments. They grow and learn from their mistakes (sometimes through bruises). If one doesn’t like something, they all don’t like it. if a character tries to disrespect them i will fight them. They have flaws as villains and yet, still have some heroic qualities and aren’t as harmless as a demon. They aren’t the best fighters but will still attempt to do some damage if someone tries to come after one of them. Finn, Ratso and Chow have helped me see that villains can be cool people. They are like the middle men. Yeah they did bad, but I also kinda feel bad for them bc of how shitty a majority of their magical masters were to them. Like these guys have been through so much, they need a raise from life for going so far. That, and I’d totally hang out with them at the cafe for donuts and coffee. ^_^
Finally to the villains. I like Tarakudo and his respectfulness towards others, even if they aren’t on the same side as him. He is also a cool villain i wish there was more of him in the series, like a part two of Ninja Twilight. He’s pretty convincing on getting people to put on masks and have their own army of shadowkhan. Like if I had come across a mask and Tarakudo was there egging me on, I most likely would’ve done so XD. I love how calculated he is and how he knows what he’s doing, how to do it and the events that follow if things look like they will head south. I like how he doesn’t boss the Enforcers around as much as the other villains which honestly is a relief. out of all the main bad guys daolon wong and i are going to box That joke he made about the drums and cymbals was simply brilliant. His dry-humor is funny. Tarakudo is just so awesome man :)
My second is Drago. When I first saw him, I’m gonna admit it; he is attractive but practically everything else he did was a huuuge no for me and discredited him quite a lot. Over the years, I’ve come to realize how… clever and smart Drago is. He’s done some growing on me, so much in fact I enjoy teasing him sometimes a lot of times. Now don’t get me wrong; Drago still is a villain, has flaws and unanswered questions whos da mommy but still, he’s quite the formidable demon we still gotta to fight on account of the enforcers tho. I can respect him for that the only thing I wished for drago to do is to think ahead before marching in hands blazing and getting mad when his plan epically fails Before I didn’t think much of him, but now I see how determined he was to make a name for himself. He’s changed tactics so many times; went solo for a while, moved HQs, fired the Enforcers while i was sad at this if Drago wants to have a better chance of taking over the world he cant use them as henchman, got all the demon chi, attacked Uncle’s shop etc. The only thing that still gets me is Drago’s puns no like Drago why
Now on me.
Jackie Chan Adventures first premiered when I was waaaaay too young to remember much, so I’ll be speaking from the first time I re-watched it on Netflix in the summertime, when I was 12. Like what made me want to visit the show again was a short funny memory of when I was maybe 5 seeing a rerun of Jackie run down the side of the breaking building (Tough Break) on the Kids WB network and I remember I laughed uncontrollably at the TV. Somehow, this popped into my head when I saw the JCA cover for Netflix, which made me start the first episode.
At that age, I was pretty impressionable, naive and painfully shy. A good part of my life was spent being by myself because I got bullied a lot. It was pretty terrible. I didn’t know much about the outside world, how to interact with people and got culture shocked a lot. As a result, I was a pretty close-minded and ignorant kid fed knowledge about the world and the people from my parents (mainly mother) who are superstitious and biased about a lot of stuff and believed it. That all changed when I finished Jackie Chan Adventures (though it took a while for me to teach myself to unlearn the wrong things I believed). While I may have not learned about how to open up and how to interact with people, I learned so much like history, mythology, other countries and their cultures in it. This either came from the show directly, through my own research and sometimes both. My brothers were with me and dealt with similar issues when it come to school, so it was always fun to talk to about what one discovered from the show.
For me, watching Jackie Chan Adventures is kinda like how people describe reading; it was a new experience that probed me to ask questions about the world and be curious about the things I didn’t know, like other languages, countries, people and cultures. In a way, it made me feel proud of my own heritage, even though JCA and I have… different cultural backgrounds, I say. The mythology is soooo interesting to me. I would get lost in hours of surfing on the internet of chi, the Chinese Zodiac, the Bagua etc just because I wanted to know more! When I was younger, I used to read a lot of mythology but I got picked on a lot for it, so I stopped. But seeing JCA again has greatly re-awakened it.
Last but not least, I have a never-ending love for the friends and RPers I’ve met online, even the ones that have moved on and are long gone. You guys are literally the greatest! You guys put up with me in my bad times, my good times, when I went ghost and most likely all the annoying times of blowing up your timeline for no reason. It’s lonely being the only one in my real life into JCA, so it’s nice to see other people’s views, sharing brilliant ideas, the interesting theories, the OCs, videos, cool memes, great screencaps, RPs, jokes, amazing artwork, awesome fanfics and so much more across the Internet. I had honestly thought I was the only one who knew about JCA, so I can say that I’ve really hit the jackpot online! It’s so fun having Jackie RP with you guys and witnessing the shenanigans come from it. :D
Now it might annoy some how much and how frequently I talk about JCA and how it seems like I’m annoying and I never shut up about it but I don’t care! i mean this is an ask jackie chan blog which serves as my main soooo. If someone gotta problem with me expressing myself and what I love online, then they can come fucking fight me! JCA has saved a special place in my heart and I doubt it’ll ever go away soon.
That is all :D ]]
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