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mimisempai · 7 months

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I love the angel you chose to be

Summary

Crowley overhears a conversation between Aziraphale and Muriel, and realizes that words spoken millennia ago can linger in the mind for a long time, even if the person who spoke them has forgotten them. It's time for him to help his angel forget them.

Notes

We all love Aziraphale Curly and messy blond hair…

Day 2 : Playing with hair

On Ao3

Rating G - 1452 words

Crowley entered the bookstore, coffee and hot chocolate in hand holding a couple of Eccles cakes wrapped by Nina under his arm, but he saw no one.

He was about to call out when he heard voices that sounded like they were coming from the back of the bookshop.

He was on his way there when he heard Muriel's voice as they asked, "Aziraphale, I heard Maggie and Nina talking about something, and I was wondering, is it deliberate that the front of the bookshop is the same shade as Crowley's hair?"

Crowley paused, now curious to hear the angel's answer.

Aziraphale coughed and Crowley would have given anything to see his expression at that moment, but he couldn't without revealing his presence and he was eager to hear the angel's answer.

"Well, at first it was just a coincidence, I thought the old-fashioned red and gold gave the place a distinguished look, and then it's true that over time I also liked the idea that looking at it reminded me of his hair."

Muriel said in a slightly teasing voice, "I've seen you with your hand in Crowley's hair often enough to know that you like his hair, you know."

Crowley stifled a small gasp, thinking that Aziraphale probably had the same blush on his cheeks as he did. That nosy little bee!

"Well... you see this hair, it's kind of special, you know. It's not really red, it's an infinite shade of red. In the evening, his red hair takes on the softest sheen, and in the starlight, the red becomes intense, like the reddest of Burgundy wines, but my favorite shade is in the morning, when the rising sun reflects off it and gives it an incandescent glow."

Okay, no doubt Crowley's cheeks were now as scarlet as his hair.

"I see, I see," Muriel replied, "but how would you describe your own hair?"

Aziraphale immediately replied, "Light blonde. There's nothing special about it."

Muriel asked in a genuinely curious tone, "Do you think Crowley has the same fascination with your hair as you do with his?"

Crowley didn't like the angel's dismissive chuckle at all before replying, "Not at all. You know, I think Crowley even finds my curls funny."

"Oh, how do you know?"

Aziraphale replied, "I have known for thousands of years. Right after we saved Job's children."

Aziraphale turned to the demon and said, "I'm ready to go.

Crawley looked at him in surprise and asked, "Go where?"

"To Hell."

The demon immediately replied, "I'm not taking you to Hell, Angel."

"Why not?"

"Well, I don't think you'd like it."

Aziraphale protested, "But you have to. I'm like you now. A demon."

Crawley began to smile and said in a distinctly mocking tone, "Sorry. You think you're a demon? With your curly little... and your neat white..."

The angel finished his story, "You see, Muriel, I don't think he sees anything fascinating in my curly little... I don't know what he would have called it, but given his sneering expression, it wouldn't have been very flattering."

He heard the angel clap his hands as he continued, "Come on Muriel, let's finish putting away these new books and then we've earned a little break. I think Crowley even went to get us some snacks."

Despite the angel's attempt to sound enthusiastic, Crowley knew him well enough to detect the small nuance of despondency beneath the cheerful tone.

He hadn't meant any harm at the time, of course, but knowing Aziraphale as he did now, knowing the damage Heaven had done to his self-esteem, those words had naturally left a mark on Aziraphale.

His dear angel, always so insecure when it came to himself.

The demon tiptoed back, careful not to be noticed, and silently left the shop before reentering, this time with a bang.

"Aziraphale! Muriel! I'm home! It's break time for those who pretend to work."

The two angels appeared from behind the shelves, and Crowley chuckled as they both snapped at him, offended by his earlier statement.

As he handed out drinks and cakes, Aziraphale stepped up to the window, just under a ray of sunlight that illuminated him, forming a halo around his head.

Crowley smiled softly.

His hair funny?

Nonsense.

Crowley was going to show him.

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A little later in the evening, they were both sitting on the sofa, one against the other. Aziraphale was reading aloud and Crowley commented from time to time.

Suddenly, Aziraphale stopped reading and asked him softly, "Crowley, my dear, won't you lie down and put your head in my lap?"

Crowley smiled softly, secretly glad to have the opportunity he had been looking for, then shook his head, "No, Angel, tonight I'd like to change."

Aziaphale turned his head to him and asked, confused, "Change what?"

Crowley took the book from his hands and placed it beside him, then patted his own lap and said softly, "Tonight, you're the one who's going to lie down and put your head on my lap."

He put his arm around the shoulders of Aziraphale, who still looked a little confused, and pulled him close to lie down.

The angel relented, but Crowley could tell by the look on his face that he didn't quite understand. He could understand, after all, it was the first time they'd reversed positions like this.

When he was sure the Angel was settled, he bent down and planted a light kiss on his temple before whispering in his ear, "Angel, I overheard your conversation with Muriel about my hair and especially yours. I can't let you continue to think that I find your hair ridiculous or funny or whatever silly idea my clumsy words might have put into your head."

The demon straightened, placed his hands on the angel's hair, and stroked it gently.

"When I spoke of your hair that day, it was because it had nothing in common with the hair of someone you'd think belonged in hell. Granted, you wouldn't fit in. But there's nothing ridiculous about those blond curls, Angel."

He buried his fingers a little deeper in the light curls and continued, "If you only knew how many times I've imagined running my hands through this hair. Long before I had the right, like now. I was dying to know if it was as soft as it looked."

The demon buried his fingers a little deeper into the angel's hair, smiling with satisfaction as he felt the angel lean his head into his fingers.

He continued, "You know, your hair is so you. Comfortable, soft, a little messy, but still well cared for. I love it, Angel. And never once have I found it ridiculous. Never once have I found anything about you ridiculous."

He grabbed his chin and turned his head up to look him in the eye before continuing, "It's like your waistcoat, your bow tie, your bookshop, how shall I put it...they have that mix of neat and messy. Your waistcoat is hanging by a thread, but you cherish it more than anything, and it fits you perfectly. Your bow tie, always well done, but often a little crooked.

Your place, let's not talk about the mess it is, but I wouldn't have it any other way because it is you. This is how you have chosen to be. Since the day you gave up your sword out of compassion. That's the angel I love. Not the perfect angel, immaculate, well-groomed, not a wrinkle out of place. Because all this proves to me that you're no longer attached to heaven, but to this world. Because you've chosen it. All this is Aziraphale. Right down to the messy light curls, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips first to the angel's forehead, then to his lips in a tender and lingering kiss.

Then, as he straightened up, he whispered in his ear, "But still, your waistcoat..."

Aziraphale exclaimed, "Hey, don't you dare, I've had it since..."

He stopped because Crowley had just begun to laugh.

Assuming an air of dignity, he tugged at the flaps of his vest and smoothed them over his waist, saying, "It's a fine vest. I don't see anything wrong with it."

Crowley gently ran a hand through his hair and replied, "Yeah, there's absolutely nothing wrong with this vest. It's perfect in my eyes. As is the Angel who wears it."

He pressed his lips to the angel's again and gave him another kiss that went on and on.

In the eyes of heaven and hell, neither of them was perfect, but that didn't matter because they were perfect for each other.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #GOS2Spoilers #flufftober #flufftober 2023

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wolfythewitch · 1 year

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please do ramble, whats your sbi and sleeping at last association? i really need to know now, that you mentioned it

Okokokok it follows the same directions as the anemoi ones

I'll start with Phil again, and West by sleeping at last, and this time it's more c!Phil than h!Phil

Can you hear me screaming

Can you hear the sandduo fan in me breaking down

The first verse also feels very reminiscent of before he joined the server, back when they would just send letters to each other. And god these verses

I've talked about cphil before, and I've talked about his grief before, and Wilbur Does Not Leave his mind, from November 16th till his revival he hasn't stopped thinking about it. He's thought about it so much that the dude, who's never usually vulnerable, even asks ranboo if what he did was right, one of the times he was emotionally vulnerable in character. I also think it's really neat that Techno built a home in the north and gave Phil a compass that points to it, it's a really neat coincidence. His character also feels very lost in a way? I made a playlist once where I ordered the songs to follow a story, but I left it unfinished because he felt unfinished, forever stuck in some sort of grief (sidenote I need to finish that playlist now that the finale happened) and I think the line about true north fading is pretty neat

So like the oh hellos post, Techno is East, and you can probably see for yourself why I picked it haha

"now I bear little resemblance to the king I once was" is definitely the line that feels very c!techno I think, and "the years wore on and changed my heart, the leading role for a smaller part"

There is the intentional change, with him trying to stay away from violence and retiring, albeit later on going back to violence. But there's also the unintentional part, the one that came more naturally when he found friends. I mean Phil has always been his friend, but now there's Niki and Ranboo, and I mean there was even a hint of a reconciliation with Tommy. Something about having started out trying to go at it alone, and in the end having surrounded yourself with people that care.

So for Wilbur, he gets South.

Wilbur is very associated with lies I think, as a wordsmith. He lies to others and he lies to himself, and I don't think all of it he didn't believe. But also both Phil and Wilbur having lines about losing true north? Oughh. What I really like though is the last few verses

Because these ones are gentler, these ones are kinder. And Wilbur ultimately does try in a way to heal, in the end.

Soo that leaves Tommy with North.

Which I think works really well! A line Tommy has repeated over and over again was that L'manburg was the people, not the government or the land. It was the community.

C!Tommy, I think, is hope. He is kindness, and second chances. Because with everything that's happened to him, he hasn't stopped being kind. He hasn't grown hard with the times, he's remained as open and as vulnerable as he was, even as he grows more scarred. He hasn't stopped caring for the people he loves, because if you stop letting yourself love, what will you have left

#jiksvokrat #wolfy tedtalks #this one os a bit more incompressible my bad ive had 3 hours of sleep #but i love sleeoing at last brbrbrbhd

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aniseandspearmint · 29 days

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Took an ill advised afternoon nap, you know how it is...

I had a dream that I was gonna play a DND game with a handful of other people except none of us had prepared characters. Or knew each other well? I knew one other person I think.

So the DM pulled out a bunch of sheets and slid them onto the table face down and said to pick one each. (The table was a fancy smooth dark wooden dining room type table).

Me and the person next to me, a woman my dream said I knew whose face I can't remember now, each reached and slid one over.

Everyone else took one too.

I flipped mine over and it was a stat page with a drawing of a fancy looking human (except maybe not the race line was REDACTED) lady, with a dark updo and a kind of Natalie Dormer smile.

Some of the stat page was filled out other bits left for me to fill in.

I thought, 'okay she looks devious. High end thief maybe? Cons old rich guys and steals all their jewels n money?'

And the gal next to me had a half elf (her race was not redacted) with red hair back in a pearl hair net, and a set of cards in her hand and a kind of mean shoulder/head tilt.

We immediately decided they were a two woman con team.

There was someone complaining that they didn't wanna play a bear furry, but I can't remember who

The DM said all choices were final, it was luck of the draw.

She slid a pot of pens into the center of the table and we all took one.

I took a purple one because I like purple, my friend took a dark red one.

Someone (they had a gnoll with a blue beaded mane holding a clock? Something with gears anyway, in front of them) asked about dice.

The DM said, 'those come in later, just name your characters, that's the important part for now. Read the info paragraph first though.'

Me and my friend are like, okay suuuure and we look down and–'

Mine was something about a lady who cooly cons aristocrats out of their money and jewels and occasionally a race horse or two.

My friend was something about a hot headed half elf that could climb any wall and had contacts everywhere, and a precious gift for document forgery.

And we were like, 'huh, that's actually pretty close to what I was imagining? Neat coincidence!'

And the DM was just like, 'Dont pick a silly name, you don't wanna get stuck with it and once you put a name at the top, your STUCK with it!'

So like, we uncapped the pens and signed OUR names. Just the first ones. Why would two con women have lasting last names, right?

The ink was black black black and shimmery and it felt like the good kind of falling?

The DM tapped my sheet and pointed to the blank line that said CURSES and AFFLICTIONS and said, 'something goes there, doesn't it?'

And I was like, 'oh huh, sure, yeah you're right'

And I started to put something down BUT THEN I WOKE UP.

It started with the word 'cold' tho.

#dreams #kind of dnd #my brain loooooves to tell itself stories i guess #I signed dubious dream papers with my real first name with a strange shimmery pen #this will surely have no consequences right?#fantasy #fiction #this plays like the beginning of an interesting isakei fantasy tho #me #my life

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aperrywilliams · 1 year

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We Could Try (Part 6): Good Enough? (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

(Not my gif. Credits to the creator!)

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Author Masterlist / Clueless (prequel)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: The BAU has to work with Valerie to solve a case, and (Y/N) needs to confront her demons to clear her head and decide if she will persevere in her relationship with Spencer.

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Some strong words. Self-deprecating thoughts (Reader). Case's description. CM usual stuff. Valerie being Valerie. If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: I’m back with this series! Who asked for some more angst?

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After an excruciating silence, Emily decided to take the ropes.

"Okay. Dr. Smith. I assume you read agent Green's reports from this case. Can you tell us your thoughts about those?"

"Valerie is okay, Emily."

"I prefer Dr. Smith. If you don't mind."

"Whatever you want, agent Prentiss," Valerie returned. A smug smile on her lips.

"So, did you access the old reports as well?" Rossi hastened to ask.

"Yes. I read everything on the flight coming here. Pretty interesting, I must say," Valerie commented.

(Y/N) felt suffocated in the room. She tried to avoid looking at Valerie or Spencer. And even when she succeeded, hearing her speak didn't help.

Valerie pointed out her findings. From time to time, she looked at Spencer, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Okay. What do you think?" Prentiss asked.

"It seems neat, but the details show hesitancy and irregularities. I wouldn't say the guy knows what he is doing," Valerie concluded.

(Y/N) didn't know how she should react. There was a case they needed to solve, and focusing on how uncomfortable she was wouldn't do any good. So she tried to collect herself and bury the fact that Valerie - fucking - Smith was there.

"Last autopsy report says the unsub had access to medical tools and some kind of training," (Y/N) pointed, handling the file for Valerie.

"The access could be. But I wouldn't say medical training in humans," Valerie explained.

"What kind, then?" Prentiss asked.

"Veterinary, maybe?" Spencer indicated, looking at the victim's body photos again.

"Always so clever, Dr. Reid," Valerie remarked. Spencer sighed and immediately locked eyes with (Y/N), visibly exhausted.

"Okay. If you excuse me, I'll go back to the hotel. Boston will send more files in the morning," (Y/N) explained, quickly standing and collecting her things.

"Why so early? Just when I thought we could go for a drink to catch up," Valerie suggested. (Y/N) looked at her dead in the eyes.

Ignoring Valerie's comment, Prentiss dismissed everyone for the night.

"We are done for now. Fresh start tomorrow at eight am."

(Y/N) was already out of the meeting room. Spencer didn't hesitate to grab his jacket and follow her outside.

“(Y/N)! Wait!" He called, (Y/N) reluctantly turned.

"Spencer, not now. I'm tired," she mumbled. It wasn't a lie.

"I know. I know. But I swear I didn't know Valerie would be here."

"A hell of a coincidence!" (Y/N) mockingly parroted Valerie's words from earlier.

"Please, can we talk? I don't want this to twist things between us," Spencer wrapped his hand around (Y/N)'s wrist.

"I think it's a bit late for that. They are already twisted," (Y/N) said, frustrated and annoyed at how things were going.

"But we were talking earlier; we were getting at something," Spencer reminded her, trying to keep her from leaving without talking to him.

"And you didn't want to talk at first," (Y/N) scoffed.

"C'mon (Y/N). Talk to me. Please."

Spencer was desperate. He didn't want her to leave like this.

"I told you, Spencer. I'm tired. Maybe Valerie is in the mood; why don't you ask her?" (Y/N) told him, yanking her arm to get rid of Spencer's grasp. Quickly, she got into the first cab she found.

"Well, that was a bit rude, if you ask me," Valerie commented as she approached after witnessing the whole interaction.

"I didn't ask your opinion on this matter or any other, so stay away from me," Spencer said sternly, still looking in the way (Y/N) left.

"So dense, Spencer. I thought you were doing better after all this time. And I thought you already realized what a waste of time that woman is," Valerie taunted.

"Don't you dare to talk about (Y/N) like that. You don't know anything," Spencer grunted, turning to see Valerie. She didn't even flinch at Spencer's words.

"I know enough. And that?" Valerie pointed to the spot where (Y/N) was minutes ago. "That doesn't seem like happiness to me. But you're the genius; I think you already know."

Spencer clenched his jaw. How was it possible that of all the moments, just in the worst of all, Valerie makes an appearance? Just when things between him and (Y/N) couldn't get any worse.

Valerie saw how Spencer was about to say something, but she didn't want to hear his outburst, so she decided to leave.

"Have a good night, Spencer. I'll see you in the morning."

(Y/N) barely slept. Even if she was tired as fuck, she tossed and turned all night. Only at dawn was she able to sleep a bit.

Spencer didn't do better than her. He knew which hotel she was staying in, but (Y/N) made it clear that she didn't want to talk to him. For a moment, Spencer mulled around the idea that this was the end. There wasn't anything that could salvage their relationship.

The same Spencer chastised himself for even thinking of giving up. They needed to talk - with Valerie there or without her.

But it seemed futile doing it before wrapping the case.

In the morning, a confused team saw Valerie Smith in the precinct.

Emily warned: "We are working on a case. Valerie is assisting. Keep it professional."

But that didn't stop the empathetic looks they flashed to (Y/N) when she arrived. And (Y/N) hated it.

Hours later, Rossi, Prentiss, JJ, Valerie, Spencer, and (Y/N) were bouncing ideas in the meeting room.

"Okay, there is a chance he could attack soon? Three days between victims is the standard for him now," Emily pointed out, watching the board with information.

"There is a possibility. In New Heaven, he had irregular intervals," JJ informed, reading the file.

"We assumed it was because he was adjusting his targets, but not his MO," (Y/N) mused.

"It doesn't seem like that, though. Forensic suggests he's quite sloppy even in the last killings," Valerie piped.

"But the reports didn't show that," Spencer said.

"That's why I'm here, my sweet Doctor Reid," Valerie said mockingly. Spencer shifted, uncomfortable in his seat.

(Y/N) only wanted to punch Valerie to erase that stupid smile from her face.

"Okay, Dr. Smith. What did you find to get that conclusion?" Emily hurried.

"These photos show the wounds of the first victim—full of bruises. The second one is different but still has these irregular cuts. The ME report says it was because of the tool used, but they're wrong. This is a plain scalpel, number 11, maybe, and not a dented blade. You can find those on the Internet if you want."

"So, the tool is different, but it doesn't rule out the medical training," Rossi reminded.

"This kind of incision couldn't be done for someone who knows the field or even a little close to that. Not even a butcher would do it that way. That's my opinion," Valerie sentenced.

"How fits that with the profile?" Prentiss asked. "We talked about confidence and bragging."

(Y/N) felt all eyes on her. It was her profile, and the evidence wasn't supporting it.

"Consistency. The path is repeated in the second and third victims. After that, he changed to another city. But he sticks to doing the same. If we were talking about a newbie, the scenes don't show that. They are not messy," (Y/N) described.

"Nothing that a good bleach can't do," Valerie interjected. (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

"But if bragging is a must for him, where is the signature?" Spencer questioned. (Y/N) nodded.

"We concluded that the signatures were in the bodies," (Y/N) replied.

"The messy handwork? I'm not a profiler, even if I dated one," Valerie said, winking at Spencer, and (Y/N) stomach twisted. "But the signature must mean something, right?"

Not an hour in that room, and (Y/N) was fed up.

"Not to us necessarily," (Y/N) interjected.

"So you have nothing with that. No wonder this guy is still on the loose," Valerie mocked.

That was the last straw for (Y/N).

"Are you questioning my job?" (Y/N) directly spoke to Valerie, who chuckled.

"No, darling. I'm pointing out facts," she retorted. Spencer and Rossi were about to say something, but Emily spoke first.

"Hey! Stop, you two," Prentiss warned. Valerie raised her hands in surrender but (Y/N) couldn't stand any second there, so she stood and left the room.

"We are here working on a case. Let's focus on that," Emily told the group, looking directly at Valerie.

Slamming the bathroom door, (Y/N) locked in there and tried to calm down. Her breathing picked up, and she felt choky. She closed her eyes, leaned toward the wall, and tried to ground herself.

'I can't do this,' she thought. Not with that woman in there, not with Spencer and the whole team there. (Y/N) was losing it, and all her insecurities arose at the same time.

Valerie was right in her observations; the signature wasn't evident. (Y/N) noticed the inconsistency in the injuries too, but she didn't come up with a plausible answer. She was stuck back then in Boston, and she was stuck now.

(Y/N) needed to cool off if she wanted to solve this case. Opening the faucet, she splashed cold water on her face.

Fuck Valerie and fuck Spencer.

Minutes later (Y/N) left the bathroom, but instead of returning to the meeting room, she secluded herself in the office where she had been working, double-checking the case files.

A knock alerted (Y/N). When she saw Spencer peeking through the door, she sighed.

"What? Are you going to tell me the profile is wrong too?"

Spencer shook his head, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

"I don't think the profile is wrong. I think there is something else we do not see, though," Spencer pointed, sitting in the chair in front of her. (Y/N) scoffed.

"That I'm not seeing, and Valerie does. That's what you're saying?" (Y/N) corrected defensively.

“(Y/N)-" Spencer wanted to protest, but (Y/N) cut him off.

"Don't bother. I know she's a scientist and better than me in that field. Among others, I should add," (Y/N) let out in a bitter tone.

Spencer could see the hurt in her eyes, and it pained him. He never saw (Y/N) this insecure about her job. And he knew it was his fault.

"That's not-" He tried to explain, but she didn't let him finish.

"Yeah, it is. That is what caught your attention in the first place. She is bright. I get that," (Y/N) shrugged, fidgeting with the files on her desk, avoiding Spencer's eye contact.

"(Y/N), don't do this," Spencer demanded, looking at her intensively.

"Do what? 'Pointing facts'?" she air-quoted Valerie's previous words. He shook his head.

"No. It's not true, and you know it. Valerie can say whatever she wants, but you can't believe her. Not you, for God's sake! I am the asshole who made a mistake. You can't be the one who's doubting about yourself!" Spencer grumbled. (Y/N) chuckled bitterly.

"Well, flash news, I do! I doubt everything now. And maybe because it's true, I'm not good enough. I'm not good enough at solving this fucking case. I'm not good enough for this job. And for sure, I'm not good enough for you. I should have realized sooner."

Spencer stood and kneeled in front of (Y/N), grabbing her hands in his. She didn't push him away but avoided eye contact.

"Why are you punishing yourself like this? You are an excellent profiler and the most incredible person I have known. You stuck out with me during one of the worst times of my life. You loved me even when I couldn't love myself. You are more than enough and more than I ever wanted. My love, I'm sorry I made you think otherwise," he apologized, kissing her knuckles.

(Y/N) bit her lower lip, trying to keep at bay the tears. She wanted to believe him. She really longed for that, but her mind and heart were still a mess.

As a cue, Valerie, and agent Green entered the room. (Y/N) stood quickly and turned to the window so they couldn't see her face. Spencer stood too and looked at the pair with no amusement.

"Doctor Reid. The ME from the last two autopsies wants to talk to you and Dr. Smith," Green announced. Spencer could see Valerie's smug smile. Turning to look at (Y/N), he saw she didn't move from her contemplation state at the window. Sighing, Spencer decided it wasn't time to argue, so he followed Green and Valerie outside.

As the door closed, (Y/N) returned to her seat at the desk. Looking at the folders pile, she mulled over Spencer's words. This may be the last chance to see if something between them could work. Could she be strong enough to endure the pressure of having Valerie there?

She could try. She needed to.

Over and over again (Y/N) examined each piece of evidence in those files. There had to be something there, she was sure.

Regardless of her efforts, it seemed the world didn't want her to focus. This time, the distraction was personified by David Rossi.

"Hey, kiddo," the man made his presence known. (Y/N) looked at him, eyebrows furrowed.

"Nope. Don't even think about it, Rossi. I don't need a pep talk right now," she said. Rossi, unfazed by her words, sat in front of her.

"Maybe you don't want it, but I'm sure you need it," the man pointed.

"Now, suddenly, everyone knows what I need," (Y/N) scoffed.

"You have the absolute right to be upset. I get that. But you are better than anyone I met before to overcome something like this. I'm not quite sure where your insecurities come from now, but you need to stop," Rossi stated.

(Y/N) looked at him in disbelief.

"So that's it, uh?" she mocked.

"Bella. I know you're hurt. And I can see what that woman is trying to accomplish too. She wants you to feel self-conscious. To make you feel weak. Don't let her succeed. Yeah, she caught Reid's eye back then, but it was nothing to do with you. There were his own insecurities. Not let them become your insecurities now."

How could she explain to him that it was too late for that?

"She is smarter, Rossi. Pretty and sexy too. She exudes confidence and knows what she is capable of doing. She got Spencer once."

Rossi frowned. (Y/N) sighed.

"I know what you are thinking. How is it possible a heartbreak could do that? I'm very aware and not proud of it," she declared, resting her hands on her lap.

"Okay. Let's assume you are right. Why would that be your fault? Please, don't doubt your worth, Bella. Relationships fail because of the two people involved, not just one. In the past, you know you did everything you could. It was Reid who needed to recognize he needed to do something more to get better and stop doing nonsense. Now you both are trying. You both are pursuing to prevail over the past. He loves you, and you love him," Rossi tried to reason.

"Then why I can't stop thinking that I'm not - you know - good enough? To him, and honestly? For anything! Look at me! I'm a mess, and I can't put my shit together to solve this fucking case!" she complained. Rossi leaned in his chair to get a better view of (Y/N)'s glassy eyes.

"Kiddo. Don't go so hard on yourself. You are a good person, an experienced professional, and an excellent agent. You don't need to prove anything to anyone. Your value can't be put on hold just because someone said you weren't worthy, only to make you upset. She is taunting you. Don't let her win," Rossi recommended with a reassuring hand on her shoulder. (Y/N) huffed a laugh.

"I don't know how she fucking does it. She gets into my skin in a way I didn't think possible," she confessed. Rossi knew it was true.

"Then it's time to break that spell. I know you can do it. You deserve to be happy, Bella. Take your chance to be at peace with yourself and move on from the past. Now, come on, we need to catch this bastard," he sentenced, pointing to the files over the desk. (Y/N) nodded.

"Yeah. You're right."

"Damn right I am," the man said, making (Y/N) chuckle.

"Thank you, Rossi."

"Anytime, kiddo."

The connections they thought to find only made them run in circles. Every lead they got turned into a dead-end road. Agent Green couldn't hide the frustration on his face. Emily didn't do better.

The conversation Spencer and Valerie had with the ME confused them even more. Nobody could explain why the behavior evidence didn't match the victim's body marks. At some point, they thought it could be the work of two unsubs, but it didn't make sense.

Later that afternoon, watching the board with the pictures, (Y/N) saw something. Emily, Green, Reid, and Rossi were there too.

"What is it?" Emily asked.

"There. Can you see that? In her right arm?"

There was a small puncture mark at the wrist height. Checking the pictures, they saw the same pattern in the other victims. The spot was so tiny compared with the cuts in the rest of the body that no one noticed.

"Maybe he injected the drugs there?" Rossi wondered. Spencer shook his head.

"If he wanted to incapacitate them faster, the best place is in the neck. The wrist is too uncommon to do that," Spencer explained.

"So, why did he do it?" Green wondered. (Y/N) narrowed her eyes, trying to come up with some explanation. Then it hit her.

"Look at their defensive wounds. They don't have any linked to their right hand, as if they had not used it," (Y/N) pointed. Spencer's eyes widened.

"He only incapacitated their right arm. He wanted they could fight, but with a useless right arm," he elucidated.

"What does that mean?" Green asked. Rossi hummed.

"That our guy is telling us where to look. He is incapacitated himself," Rossi pointed.

"And if I have to guess, in his right hand or arm," Prentiss added.

"That could explain why the cuts are like they are. He is doing it with his injured hand," (Y/N) hypothesized.

After that conclusion, they moved fast. They filled the rest of the team with the information and called Garcia to change the search parameters.

They came up with names, but nobody fit all the killing's times and places.

"We are missing something," Prentiss pointed. Now all the team, plus Green and Valerie, were there.

The air was so tense that even Valerie kept her mouth shut from any remark or teasing.

(Y/N) didn't pay too much attention to Valerie either. She was determined to solve the case, and thinking about her issues with Valerie wouldn't help.

Spencer tried to focus on the case too. He knew they needed to catch this guy before talking to (Y/N) again.

Some hours later, Garcia called with new information.

"Hey, my people. I may have something for you," she announced.

And indeed, she was right. Garcia had found two possible names of interest to the investigation: Mark Garner, a nurse who worked in a clinic along with one of the victims. At the same time, he dated the governor's daughter years ago. The second name was Albert Conrad, a surgeon who did his internship with Garner and knew another victim from the New Haven area.

"Conrad fits the profile," Emily pointed.

"But he's not physically incapacitated, isn't he?" JJ questioned.

"His record says he had a car accident two years ago, and he has been struggling with that in his job for a while. His hours in the OR decreased substantially," Garcia informed.

"What about Garner?" Luke asked.

"He's linked to the victims. Maybe he provided the names to Conrad," Tara speculated.

"So we need to look at their relationship," Rossi said. "What do we know about that, Garcia?"

"Well, besides the fact that they were co-workers doing their internship? It seems they were both quite bright. They were tutored by Dr. William Turpin, who signed outstanding letters of recommendation for both of them."

"Williams D. Turpin? The surgeon from the Rothery's case?" Valerie asked.

"Oh. Yes. The same," Garcia confirmed.

"What is Rothery's case?" Luke asked.

"Some years ago, doctor Turpin helped the police solve the case of Albert Rothery, a reputable New York citizen," Valerie explained. "He was my professor when I did my internship too."

"Since then, Doctor Turpin has consulted other cases over the country. He's retired but has a lot of knowledge," Green added.

"Okay. We'll do this: Luke, Tara, and Rossi go to talk to Conrad. JJ, Reid will go with Garner. (Y/N), can you talk to Dr. Turpin?" Emily instructed. (Y/N) nodded. But before anyone could move, Green spoke.

"And take Dr. Smith with you. She knows him, could be helpful."

The room went silent. Spencer looked at (Y/N) and then at Emily.

"I can do that," Emily anticipated. But (Y/N) shook her head.

"It's okay. I'll do it."

Valerie looked at (Y/N), confused. 'Does she want time alone to punch me again?' Valerie thought. And as if (Y/N) could hear her thinking, she mumbled to her.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to throw you from the car," (Y/N) said, grabbing the car keys and walking outside.

Wait, was that a joke? Valerie wasn't sure but played along.

"What a relief," Valerie mumbled, following (Y/N) outside. Spencer looked in horror at how the two women walked away.

Since Valerie got in the car, there were no words between them. (Y/N) was staring down the road while Valerie was looking out the window. It was better not to say anything, right? But Valerie hated silence.

"Do you think it's Conrad?" Valerie asked out of the blue. (Y/N) cocked an eyebrow.

"We don't need to have small talk, you know?" (Y/N) said, trying to spare Valerie's attempt to do whatever she had in mind. Valerie huffed a laugh.

"It's a legitimate question, okay? Believe it or not, I am just as interested in seeing this man captured as you are. That you were on this same investigation is a bonus."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. At least Valerie wasn't hiding her pleasure in teasing her.

"Good to know," (Y/N) mumbled, determined to avoid falling into Valerie's game. "And if you want to know, no. I don't think it's Conrad, but I don't have evidence to rule him out. That is why we're talking to Turpin."

"Why not?"

"This guy moves with a lot of confidence from one place to another. Conrad doesn't seem to have that. He has the skills, but that doesn't explain how he was able to outwit the police for so long," (Y/N) explained. Valerie hummed.

“So, do you think he’s older,” Valerie pointed.

“Yes. The profile says a white male between 45 and 55. I’m inclined toward the 55 part,” she added.

“Reasonable,” Valerie agreed.

(Y/N) wanted to ask if she really thought that or if it was a munition for later. She didn’t have the chance, though. They have arrived at Dr. Turpin’s house.

After ringing the doorbell, Valerie and (Y/N) waited silently until a man peeked out.

"Doctor William Turpin?" (Y/N) asked. The man cocked an eyebrow, a smile on his face.

"At least my birth certificate says so. Who’s asking?" Dr. Turpin questioned.

“I’m agent (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s doctor Valerie Smith; we are with the FBI and would like to ask you some questions if you are okay with that,” (Y/N) explained.

(Y/N) thought it was odd Dr. Turpin didn't even look impressed. But that could have been explained from so many times that he has previously consulted cases, (Y/N) concluded.

“Uhm. Of course. Your name again, sweetheart?” He asked, looking at Valerie.

“Valerie Smith, sir.”

“Did we meet before, right?”

“I did my internship with you some years ago,” Valerie explained. Turpin nodded.

“That’s it. I knew it. Please, come in,” Turpin invited.

He let Valerie and (Y/N) in and led them directly to his office.

Walking down the hallway of Turpin's house, (Y/N) couldn't help but notice the pictures on the wall. Many of them were classical paintings of considerable value. But others caught her attention, not because of cost but because of their content: human extremities in a still-life fashion. Mainly arms and hands. (Y/N) recalled seeing work like this by Joel-Peter Witkin.

‘Weirdo,’ she thought. But something in them made her uneasy.

Once seated in the office, (Y/N) explained the case they were working on and the suspicions about Garner and Conrad.

An unfazed Dr. Turpin related how he met Garner and Conrad. Nothing out of the ordinary: they both were skilled professionals, and Turpin appreciated the work they did as internships.

The conversation could have ended there, but something told (Y/N) that the doctor knew more than he said. Out of planning, she grabbed her tablet and asked Turpin if they could ask him about the case. The doctor agreed immediately.

"Dr. Smith, could you explain to Dr. Turpin our main concerns about the forensic evidence?" (Y/N) kindly asked. Valerie frowned but followed (Y/N)'s request.

As Valerie spoke, (Y/N) watched as Turpin looked excited by every detail. It was almost sinister. It was not the interest of a scientist in a subject of his specialty. It was more than that. (Y/N) couldn't help but remember the paintings she saw in the hallway, the same ones she could see now in the office.

Why did everything look so familiar?

She reviewed the little she knew about Turpin, and it was as if the unsub profile had been revealed before her.

The skills. The access. The injury?

If only she could see his hands. Why was none of that evident before?

Was it just paranoia?

When (Y/N) tried to find an answer, she was interrupted by the doctor.

"I hope you can catch him. I can't imagine what the fear of him escaping again must be like."

How did he know that? So far, no one outside the investigation has connected New Haven, Boston, and New York killings.

(Y/N) swallowed hard. And Turpin's smile told her all she needed to know. Cocky bastard. He didn't even try to hide it. Of course not: all this time, he walked among the police force without being noticed. Turpin was sure he would get away with it again.

(Y/N) thought about her options. Would it be odd to leave quickly? And if Turpin escaped before getting there again? How to alert the team without raising suspicions? She pretended her cell phone was vibrating and excused herself from taking the non-existent call in the corridor. (Y/N) quickly began typing a message to Emily. But when she was going to send it, a sharp blow in the back of her head made her fall to the floor, losing her grip on the phone. Before losing consciousness, (Y/N) knew that her suspicions were true. Turpin was the unsub, and now they were at his mercy.

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cheerstotheelites-if · 9 months

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"I love them so much, I don't know how to show it" For Ophelia and whichever RO you wanna use! And yes, I'm indeed spreading some ship propaganda!

Prompt list

Not the propaganda.

Don't say it like that, anon 💀

This'll have no dialogue because these two are quiet af and I want their actions to speak for them.

~•~•~

Oh, the way you grin makes my heart stop dead And your kind warm words drain all judgement from my head Oh, my sanity's placed secondary 'Cause somehow your spot is now primary I don't know how to tell you this Conscience, don't tell me what to do But I think my heart's made a little space for you

– I Don't Know How To Tell You This - Faith Ling

~•~•~

It's quiet in the gazebo, with only the faint noise of students roaming about in the lunch hour coming from a distance. Well, putting the two most quiet people together in the same space, what do you expect to happen? A rave?

Fleur flips a page of the book she's reading (a random autobiography she found in the library and deepfully regrets borrowing), fist mashed to her cheek to support her head, reading glasses a bit unbalanced because of it, as her eyes dart from word to word. She would ocassionally glance up at the person across her, whose focus is on her sketchbook and sketching away, only to look back at her book again.

Ophelia doesn't seem to be aware of the glances stolen from her, brows furrowed deep in focus as graphite drag across the sketchbook with a satisfying scratching noise. Her other hand would reach for her kneadable eraser to lightly erase something, then drop it just as quickly back on her pencil case.

It's a rare sight to see these two be in the same area, though lately that rarity has turn to something more common. It has become the norm to see these two be near each other, from walking to and from class, to being in the library, to simply walking down the halls, and even right now, where they're spending their lunch together.

It's feels... oddly domestic, despite the lack of words exchanged between them.

It's as if they themselves already knew about this change in their dynamic.

No coordination, no warning before hand.

It has to be some coincidence that they started to do this, right?

Ophelia glances up at Fleur, then back at her finished sketch she now holds in both her hands, silently debating to show it to her. The sketch isn't anything mediocre like her water bottle or tree. No, no, instead it's a sketch (well, an accumilation of multiple sketches) of her muse; the girl that sits infront of her. Her thumb taps the side of her sketchbook, biting down on her lip in thought. There is a chance Fleur might not like it, but better to have an honest reaction than a plastic one, right? And Fleur is always one to be honest.

Taking in a deep breath, Ophelia carefully puts her sketchbook on the table and slides it over to Fleur.

Fleur glances up, raising a curious brow as she raises her head to see Ophelia sliding her sketchbook over, and on the sketchbook, is... her. Most of the sketches are candid views of her, where her gaze is often far away and looking at something else or she's focused on doing something. Though one has caught her eye.

It's another candid one, where she holds a little wild flower inbetween her thumb and index finger. A soft smile is on her sketch's face, as its gaze is focused on the flower. There is a small writing beside it too.

'I like this.' The writing says in scratchy hand writing made of graphite.

Looking back up at Ophelia, whose face is red and staring intensely at the table, Fleur reaches for a pencil.

Hearing the sound of pencil scratching on paper then her sketchbook being slid back to her, Ophelia looks up to see her pencil ontop of her sketchbook and a small message. It's beside her favorite sketch, and just below her little comment about it.

'I like this too.' It said in small, neat cursive. Ophelia immediately looks at Fleur, who has her gaze back on her book, but cheeks redden faintly, a soft smile poorly hidden by her hand.

Immediately, Ophelia looks back down, a happy and deeply flustered grin forming on her face as her cheeks burn brighter even more.

#prompt #Ophelia #Fleur

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alltimefail-sims · 9 months

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The sims 3 lore is just as wacko as the sims 2 istg my fav lore has to be the dead clone wives lemme explain. So in twinbrook there's s sim name Juan Darer (he's quite interesting to look at too) in the junkyard he owns is the grave of Lacy Darer. Now Juan and Lacy have no relationship but she could be his ex wife as deceased spouses aren't shown on the family tree in the sims 3. Lacy died in a fire but what's the crazy part Juan's best friend Harwood Clay is has a possible wife named Macy Clay who also died in a fire. Macy and Lacy's names aren't just a coincidence. Macy and Lacy are almost completely identical. Many think they're twins but twins don't have the same exact same personalities. The darker theory is that Juan being the eccentric creator created clone wives for him and his best friend and Lacy and Macy somehow perished possible in the cloning process which is also the reason Juan's house caught on fire and he lives in a barn.

O m g

Sorry for taking forever to respond to this! This month has been wildly busy in the worst way!! I hate summer! Everyone in my house has been sick at some point! UGH!

Anyway, I finally had a chance to sit down and thoroughly look into both of these families. I'm going to start with the Doe family because, honestly, I don't have a whole lot to add about the Darers and I'm eager to jump into the Does (my thoughts on the Darers will be at the end though!).

Let's dive in! ↓

I had to look up Midnight Hollow to start, and EEEEEEP I love this world's whole vibe. If I play the Sims 3 THIS will be the world I start in!!! Favorite world I've learned about in TS3 so far. I lowkey want to live here irl.

But imagine my shock when I found out that they were putting whole ass worlds on The Sims 3 store. That's absolutely insane lmao!! They would of had my wallet with this one though, not gonna lie. The vibes are top-tier.

Now I looked up the Doe family just like you said and I need you to know that they are the kind of unsolved lore I live for. This family alone makes me want to pirate buy TS3 today.

The Wiki's description wasn't necessarily weird, but the household description left me with many questions.

Jane is the perfect housewife, from her neat hairstyle to her fashionable yet conservative dress. She's neat, nurturing, loves her kids, and can make a mean pot roast! Meanwhile, John is rising in the ranks at his corporate job. He feels successful in life and supported by his family. He works hard but comes home in enough time to teach his kids a lesson or two about life and talk to his wife about her day. Nothing mysterious seems to be happening here, but didn't their house used to have a basement?

That last line. Yeah. WTF? That made the hairs on my arm stand up, especially considering that the world they come with is supposed to mimic a classic-horror vibe. So Immediately I'm getting serial killer vibes, I'm getting psychological thriller, I'm getting family that invites you over for dinner only for you to realize that you are dinner.

Just from the description alone, I'm thinking that the parents are people with a wicked past - coconspirators in crime (whether Jane is a willing or unwilling participant is debatable but intriguing) that may involve killing and disposing, from the sounds of the "former-basement" and the fact that no one really knows why they've suddenly come to a new town without any explanation of their past. Additionally, the names feel like a reference to true crime and murder to me - the last name Doe, with first names Jane and John specifically, are typically names given to unidentifiable victims who, more than not, are victims of violence and brutalization which leaves them unidentifiable. Or, at times, they're simply unidentifiable based on the fact that they don't have family or friends that could claim them, thus making them the perfect targets if you've got bad intentions. The parents seem shady, but beyond that their names reaffirm that they aren't the perfect, squeaky-clean, nuclear family they pretend to be. I mean, you could even speculate that Jane and John are not even their real names. Obviously the sims team are big fans or campy, on-the-nose names (Bob Pancakes, the Goth family, the Calientes, Marcus Flex), but I've always liked to think that sim names can serve more than one purpose.

I jumped over to The Doe family community blog post and the interview there further confirmed a lot of my suspicions, and that whatever they're hiding might be sealed off in what used to be the family basement (the dev who made this family makes sure to draw attention to this enough that it's clearly significant). It's no coincidence that the basement suddenly "disappeared" (or perhaps just became inaccessible) as soon as the family moved in. Some notable things from this interaction:

The classic, old-fashioned misogyny from John. "The light of my life keeps my home perfect and welcoming." It's subtle, but says a lot about this family's old-fashioned dynamic. I hate the condescending, possessive energy between these two. I literally felt uncomfortable during this entire interview (I'd argue that is intentional).

The recurring and growingly tense persistence for the interviewer/producer to drink more tea. BIG red flag on this because my first thought is "Why?" I can understand being hospitable, but it seems like the interviewer has already been taken care of, so why the push? Jane is literally described as frantic, dodging the interviewer's questions entirely and hyper-focusing on the tea as if this is her role to play in what could be an unfortunate turn of events. On the other hand, John seems to be cheerily dismissive. I'm seeing skilled, practiced manipulation in the form of feigned charisma and charm - he doesn't ignore the questions but rather skillfully pivots and tries to keep things light and comfortable. His energy is notably different than the rest of the family, which makes him seem like the primary, skilled aggressor. He is keeping shit under control just enough to not raise suspicion, in my opinion.

But, most interesting to me, is their children's reactions to what is going on. The bio tells us so little about them, but their actions say so much. James, being a toddler and the youngest, obviously is going to be relatively clueless. But Jenn, the daughter, Sits quietly and stares ahead with an eerie blank expression. This feels like a traumatized, almost dissociative response. She seems removed in an anticipatory sense, on-brand for how a child might respond to signs of danger. I'd go as far to say that she is exhibiting one of the 5 fight and flight trauma responses; mainly the "freeze" response. The oldest son Joseph, on the other hand, is outwardly angry. He even leaves the room and slams the door as a response to the conversation, perhaps simply triggered by the mention of moving to Midnight Hollow, but I would venture to guess that he's also frustrated with the events taking place beyond that. After all, I would think that if there is anyone aware of the parent's possible nefarious nature and wrongdoings, it would be him. That being said, he's a teenager... but still a child, nonetheless. He unfortunately has little to no control, and it's clear that he's exhibiting a flight response, showing his own disdain as much as he can (a touch of fight in that door slam) while taking an opportunity to flee the scene. In the picture, their eldest son and daughter seem to be looking at them with... complex expressions. They're certainly not happy.

The whole interview ends because the wife is "not feeling well," but that brings me back to my point about John being a skilled manipulator and the main aggressor running the web that his family is caught in: he would be able to cite when things are getting out of control. A predator knows when to strike and when to back off, and I think this is John's way of regaining control before too much is brought to light. Many people have been spared, unknowingly, from the clutches of a serial killer because they got lucky and the killer decided it wasn't the right place/right time - that's the vibe I'm getting, idk.

The energy around this family reminds me of an Ari Aster or a Jodan Peele psychological horror feel - everything is fine on the surface until it's not, and that tensity and complexity is disturbing and uncomfortable for the outsider (the audience) looking in, but it's usually just as disturbing for our growingly-aware protagonists (who, based on actions alone, I would argue could possibly be the eldest son and perhaps even the daughter, in this case). "The Stepford Wives" by Ira Levin has also been cited possible inspiration at least for Jane's motivations/role in the story. If you don't know about this story, I recommend checking it out.

As I researched, I was actually surprised with the amount of people who did not jump to the murderer route right off the bat. Some other theories include the family being hypnotized and even speculation that they might be robots (likely a take resulting from Levin's work).

Personally, I am more inclined to think that the parents are people with a wicked past, but it was interesting to read alternative takes. The robot and hypnotism theories are intriguing to me, but they neglect to explain the mysterious disappearance of the basement or the children's behaviors. Furthermore, the "brainwashed" and "repetitive" nature Jane has could just as much be signs of trauma/being in an unsafe environment/being forced to act against her will just as much as they could be literal signs of being robotic or hypnotized, so I don't think those things are necessary. Trauma, fear, and feeling trapped are enough to make a person act outside the realm of "normal."

Hell, I think I've only covered the surface here, but I've talked for so long lol. It seems their story might always just be a mystery left for speculation, sadly.

My boy Benoit Blanc says it best:

Some additional resources that I used below for any curious cats who made it this far:

The Doe family discussion on the sims forum

TS3 Reddit Thread on the Doe family

As for the Darers: from what I'm seeing, the theory that the wives were clones (or at the very least identical twins) makes sense to me. I put pictures of them below, and just from their CAS headshots you can definitely see that the girls are identical - there's gotta be some relation there

Personally, I lean toward clones due to the traits being the same. Twins in the sims franchise have always had their own unique interests and traits, so these girls being near carbon-copies doesn't make sense if they're only sisters. Plus, the franchise loves clones (looking at you, two versions of Bella Goth in the Sims 2). For the era of franchise that TS3 was in, I feel like the team was still making the game lean toward whimsy and outlandish as opposed to realism.

Regardless of the relation these two girls share though, the fire death is suspicious and maybe the only thing that keeps this from feeling like an open and shut mystery. It also acts as another good reason to lean toward clones as opposed to sisters unless the fire was caused accidentally by Lacy herself. I think the cloning housefire theory is compelling, due to the girls not actually having a relationship with either of these guys explicitly on the family tree. I guess in that case they were actually their potential wives more than actual wives, which would explain why there's no marriage memory as well.

In some ways it's endearing that Juan would do all that, not just for himself but for his buddy as well, especially if it caused his house to burn down and ultimately push him out into a barn. In the end though, I think the whole cloning situation leans more toward weird when you consider the implications. If you have to invent a wife, you probably should just stay single my dude.

Last and unrelated sidenote: Harwood Clay's hair was an unexpected, horrifying surprise lmao.

Just from what you've told me, TS3 Twinbrook world had a lot of interesting characters. I had no idea that TS3 lore was even close in wackiness to TS2 and TS1, but my takeaway here is that we all should be more pissed off that TS4 premades are so dull.

#Sims lore #The Sims #TS3 Lore #the sims 3 #ts3 #the darer family #the doe family #this took me WAY too long to respond to you. I'm genuinely sorry!#Please know that the Does now live in my head rent free for forever. I will be making them in TS4.#atfs ask #forbiddenwhims #lore anon

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*vibrating* HI! I was listening to Spring Awakening again, because I very vividly remembered a song there reminded me of Quin. Found it:

Track 15 - Totally Fucked

It's 100% because the chapter about him is essentially just. "Look at this guy! He's Totally Fucked."

But this kept playing in my head while rereading Foreverlands. Hope you enjoy like.. vaguely emo sounding music. It's an old song kinda, in case you couldn't tell by the very 2010's style lyrics video. (IM SORRY I just thought a lyric video would be a better choice bc the voices overlap and it's potentially hard to follow without captions of some sort and this is literally the only one)

And you know. this is totally optional, but since I'm at it, this song is also good. I think it applies to Quin bc it has that "wow. shit's fucked. dont love it honestly" AND ! I like it bc it's about religious trauma and its Jonathan Groff so I'm sharing, in this very non self indulgent way of course

Track 3 - All That's Known (this one's also a lyric video link but i promise its less distracting)

The overall sound of the album makes me think of Quin now, I have accidentally assigned him the emo music my baddddd. but the ending to "all that's known" in particular hits me as a Quin thing. that softer "one day all will know" that fades into the background while the rest of the cast speaks up and it's like, ooooo this boyo is gonna rebel ! oooo he's scheming during class

Holding him very closely. the more you tell me about Quin the more he reminds me of one of my own characters. Literally my son. patting his head as we speak.

Do you have playlists for characters? I generally only make them for my own characters, the few exceptions of characters that are not my own ocs being the Big Blorbo Leagues, but I'm realizing I already have like 3 songs in mind for Quin. He's very quickly making his way up there. Like i could pick out the lyrics that made me choose each song for him. Which is crazy. because I feel like I don't know enough about him. But he has this vibe in my head. And if anything im gonna be confidently wrong about his vibe. making him a playlist.

Anyway you've inspired me and given me confidence so now im also gonna start tagging posts as my ocs. because its cool to do now. i think its cool

we're like. an infinite power source. the blorbo posting will never end while we have ways to communicate with each other i feel

SCREAMING

oh my god he's reaching peak blorbo levels. there are songs about him now

I genuinely love both of these for him, and also that guy's voice kind of reminded me of Light's English actor in the Death Note musical? I'm pretty sure they're not the same person but it was a neat coincidence because that musical is what helped me fill in a lot of his character, sort of taking my own spin on the idea of this self-righteous kid trying to singlehandedly correct what they perceive is wrong, although Quin definitely doesn't go as far as Light "Nobody's smart but me" Yagami.

I usually make individual playlists for my characters, but for the Foreverlands, its main cast amounts to 16 characters, and only 5 of them existed before I started developing the Foreverlands as a concept, so I had 11 new blorbos on my hands. Too many blorbos not enough music. So instead I made an amalgamation of songs that made me think of characters, settings, plot points, arcs, etc, in one big Foreverlands playlist. As a result it's a bit lengthy and almost musically incoherent and I'm still adding more songs almost every day. Also I'm adding the second one you shared to it because the Foreverlands brain thoughts I experienced during it were EXCELLENT.

Here's the playlist if you're curious. Warning, it's about six hours and I took songs from pretty much anything if they gave me even just one iota of Foreverlands Thoughts regardless of whether I even liked the song, which means that there is some Certified Cringe in this playlist, and it's wonderful.

our blorboposting could generate more energy than the sun i think

#blorboposting

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foolinandfitzin · 2 years

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FITZ GROWING UP HAS THREE PARENTAL FIGURES IN HIS LIFE, JUST LIKE THE FOOL. IT'S TWO MEN AND A WOMAN FOR BOTH OF THEM.

The list of parallels growssss

#i don't know why i'm so obsessed with the parallels between fitz and the fool #i think it just started with me finding some similarities between them and thinking 'oh neat they reflect each other #that fits into the series narrative and themes'#and then beginning to find more and more parallels between them each one smaller and more obscure than the last #to the point where i increasingly feel like that conspiracy board meme from always sunny #this may genuinely be a coincidence #but!!!#it's not just that the fool and fitz go through similar arcs it's how from the very beginning we get all those pointers to them being #two halves of one whole or intrisically linked #i'm not explaining this very well but this stuff makes me go crazy rote #liveblog #kind of?#btw i know that this is up for debate but i always saw burrich chade and patience as fitz's parent figures #i see his relationship with verity as more of an uncle/older brother sort of thing and then shrewd is obviously the grandfather #(i mean even the fact that fitz at first thought that chade might be shrewd's child shows his comparative view of the two of them)#and chivalry is (especially in the first trilogy) an absence more than anything else #anyway these are just my thoughts #this was definitely one of those 'WAIT A MINUTE' *sits upright in the middle of the night* kind of posts lol #rote #oops accidentally didn't separate that tag earlier #oh well

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abysstiel · 2 years

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i am thinking very much about mirror characters and religious themes today. i have. no experience with media analysis. or idea what i'm talking about with regards to it. i am kind of a dumb viewer—i usually have to have themes and meta explained to me by more brilliant minds. and i've convinced myself that i'm reaching with this. hardcore apophenia. but it won't get out of my brain, so.. here. sorry for this.

@strangerthings4theories has written some amazing shit about billy and el (and will) being mirrors. and also about billy's christian imagery and narrative function as a christfigure trope.

heck. i don't want to talk about the fraught, blood-filled history and current events of religions and interreligious conflict in this post. i want to talk about stranger things. i'm literally not qualified to handle the big conversation so i'm just going to hand you this disclaimer and leave it at, christianity uses our stuff, which is why i'm pulling from my personal jewish background to talk about christian themes. please understand i am not making any comments in any direction other than this word comes from us and gets used by christians.

ok.

so billy is a christ figure. and an eleven—el—mirror. the hebrew word 'el' means 'god' or 'of god.' it is often used as both a prefix and suffix to denote holiness in judaism and judeoderivarive religions like christianity, e.g. the names of many angels, holy places, holy men—yisrael, michael, uriel, samuel—and five of the seven true names for, you know, the big guy himself.

her name—Jane Ives—bestowed in love, was taken away. she never even knew it. and in its place, she was given a number, an identity of shackles. eleven, the experiment. eleven, the tool. and then, when she became a savior, it was altered by mike, the first person she helps/saves, once she leaves the facility. he called her el. she reclaimed it. shortened it. el, the girl. like elle. el, the child. el, the friend. el, the protector. her number-name meant inhuman when she was shackled with it, and now she's broken free, using the chains from the shackles to defend herself and her flock, if you will. it means holy little girl. blessed child. of god. and that's just one of her many names, which is.. kind of a big thing in theology—many names, epithets as names, etc.

i was curious so i looked it up, and the name jane is english and means..

oh. it means 'god is gracious.' wikipedia tells me its etymology is hebrew in origin. it's thought to be derived from the french 'jehanne' which is the feminine form of 'johannes' which is, in turn, suspected to be derived from the hebrew 'yochanan/yehochanan' and now we have circled. yehochanan essentially means the same as jane, except 'merciful' instead of 'gracious' and, yknow. in hebrew.

i don't have any closing statements to make this anything more than just a reach, except people much smarter than me have told me not to dismiss this kind of connection wrt stranger things, that there's a lot less coincidence on the duffers' sets than they'd lead viewers to believe. i just.. like it. even if it is apophenic, pure coincidence. i think it's neat, and i'm choosing to hold onto it as more strangerthings4theories confirmation.

#this is a revised repost #the first one wasnt terrible but it was 4am and i was drunk #i tried to be more respectful than usual wrt religions and it came off uhhh worse lmao #also the cohesion was. really something. not something good no but definitely something #anyway its better now

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quirkysubject · 3 years

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Get Down Make Love

I have thoughts.

I just listened to that song being discussed on the Queenpod, (Episode 19, starting around the 18:30) and while I usually really enjoy the discussion even when I don't agree, this one left a lot to be desired, I felt.

They talked a lot about how the song isn't sexy, how it's trying to hard, how it's taking itself too seriously (or is it all just tongue in cheek?) etc. And in particular they talked about how the lyrics "make love" and "inside your beds" were kind of old-fashioned and not as raunchy as they want to sound and...

Guys, you're missing some serious historical perspective here. Both generally, and with regards to Freddie in particular.

First of all, this wasn't the time of r-rated scenes in prime tv-shows and bestselling BDSM novels, this was years before Nine Inch Nails or Madonna's Erotica. This was 1977. Only three years before, the (soft core) Emmanuelle film had been censored before it could be shown in British Cinema. In 1976, when the sex pistols said the words "What a fucking rotter" live on television it was a national scandal that got the interviewer suspended for two weeks. "Get Down Make Love" blasting through the speakers would have hit differently.

Second, this is Freddie's first song that is about sex. Not about love and romance, not some camp innuendo about high-class escorts, but about sex, pure an simple. He was thirty-one years old at the time, and had been living with Mary until the year before. He had only been exploring adult relationships with other men and the gay club scene for two or three years. For a man who had been hiding this part of himself for so long, and who is still in the process of figuring it all out and being open about it, stepping up to the microphone and singing "Make love inside your beds everybody" and all sorts of barely veiled references to fucking and blow-jobs is revolutionary. He's horny, and he's not going to apologise for it.

Obviously, I don't know what Freddie felt and thought about this song. Perhaps he did just have a giggle at "You suck my mind, teehee, I blow your, erm, head" (in fact, I bet he did). But given that this coincided with the Mineshaft t-shirts and leather stage-wear, I don't think it's too much of a conjecture to view this as part of his fascination with the gay scene and it's open, brazen celebration of sex. Reportedly (and I'd have to dig up the original source), the middle section was even inspired by the kind of soundtrack that would have been running in the dark rooms of the Mineshaft and similar clubs.

In addition, they completely failed to note that this song was a staple of Queen's live shows for the next five years, where they did some pretty creative stuff. So to answer the question that John Robins asks, "I wonder what Roger and Brian thought about that song": seems like they thought it was pretty neat.

#get down make love #yeah #I'm a bit salty #come on guys you can do better than that #freddie mercury #meta #song meanings

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camgirlkaminari · 3 years

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so ive been thinking for a while now how bonkers it is that ochako has a floatation quirk and an almost identical hairstyle to inko midoriya, and now that we're closing in on deku mastering all 7 ofa quirks, I can't stop thinking that nana, a woman who has been textually compared to inko midoriya, ALSO had a floatation quirk. i wanna ramble about it a little bit:

inko's first introduction to the comic is her telling us that she can float small objects toward herself:

she's an older generation, so her quirk isn't all that powerful compared to the kids' quirks. this is apparent when ochako comes into play and can float much larger objects, but with less control over their trajectory. i think we're not ever meant to compare the two characters' quirks, since ochako is more powerful, and can also float herself. even further, inko doesn't seem to suffer any consequences for using her floatation quirk, but since we are only shown her using it once, there's no way to know.

(i find inko to be such a strange character. she spends so much time crying and being deku's mom that we forget that she is her own person. she's married. she has a quirk. what's her job? how does she pay the bills? how did she meet her fire breathing husband? does she have parents of her own? we know so much more about everyone else's parents than we even know about the main character's mom! this feels so deliberate, even beyond the fact that we are all wondering if deku's dad is somehow ~a villain~. like I don't care about deku's dad! what's up with his fucking mom!!)

so now we're so focused on ochako's journey to mastering her quirk and learning how to float herself in addition to huge objects that we almost forget how similar to inko she started out: her hair, her face, her kindness, her strength.

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now, like 150 chapters later, we learn about nana shimura's quirk: float. deku knows what's coming, so he asks his friend ochako, who can float, for pointers on floating. this is excellent strategy, deku! good call! you don't know anyone else who can float themselves so you learn from ochako!

meanwhile, absolutely NO MENTION of how 'hey, my mom can float stuff too! weird coincidence!' despite him remembering all might's comparison of nana to his mother.

all of this leads me to have a few theories about the nature of afo & ofa, the relationship between ochako, nana, inko, and deku, and the major themes of legacy in bnha.

theory one: Gramps For All

there's a massive theme in bnha of grandchildren of importance. first, we learn that tomura shiguraki is the grandson of nana shimura, a pro hero, one of the three factions warring for a place in post-quirk society. then we learn Eri is an instance of this: she's the granddaughter of an equally influential player. The comatose boss of the yakuza, one of the three factions warring for a place in post-quirk society.

there's all kinds of legacies in bnha: shouto, the son of the number 1 hero, a direct victim of hero society. iida, the younger brother of a hero who was victimized by a villain hell-bent on changing hero society. hawks, the son of a serial killer, a victim who perpetuates the cycle of victimization in the name of upholding hero society. all these legacies, but we don't know anything about their extended families. what are endeavor's parents like? were iida's grandparents pro heroes too? does hawks really have no other family?

and where are deku's grandparents? did they ever watch him while his single mom was working?

my theory is that afo is not dad for one, but actually gramps for one. he had children, more than one, and they each had their own children. inko is one of them, and izuku is the resulting child.

deku, grandson of all for one, one of the three factions warring for a place in post-quirk society. eri, shiguraki, and deku, each representing the groups most affected by post-quirk society: yakuza, "villains," and "heroes."

theory two: ochako & deku are cousins

why the hell does ochako look so much like inko midoriya and NOT her parents?

(in the anime, they look a lot like her, but in the manga...)

gramps for one had children, more than one, and they each had their own children.

i think that ochako may be adopted, or one of her parents is, or perhaps even inko was, so ochako's connection to biological relations is distant or non existent. she may not even know. we've seen that horikoshi doesn't make character design mistakes, and he's gotta realize that every time he draws deku & ochako in the same scene that he's drawn the same face twice.

so either he's trying to throw us off, or he's making a grander statement about who they are. he's a fan of star wars- he's already done a reverse of "I am your father" with touya & endeavor, so I think it would be interesting if he's set up this ochako/deku thing as a fun homage to luke/leia, too. but they're cousins, not twins.

(that's just deku times two, babey!)

inko, unconnected to her family as she seems, may never know if she had siblings or half-siblings. ochako's parents may never have known about ochako's biological relations.

this is a much weaker theory, but i think quirk singularity theory can make some sense of it. we have the original float quirk user, nana shimura. I don't think she is related in any way to inko or ochako, but her quirk helps demonstrate the generational growth of power. she was a hero before all might, meaning she's an earlier generation and had an arguably weaker quirk. but since she was a hero, she honed her quirk so that it comes across as incredibly strong, however she seems to have only been able to float herself, not objects or people.

float quirk user number two, inko midoriya, who can float small objects toward herself. she's the next generation after nana, so her quirk is still kind of weak, and in fact looks incredibly weak compared to nana's and ochako's quirks. inko is a nobody, not a hero, just deku's mom. she had no reason to hone her quirk. who knows? maybe if she'd gone on to be a hero, she could float entire buildings if she wanted to.

float quirk user three, ochako uraraka. ochako can float objects AND herself. she's a hero and a strategist, and incredibly strong despite being 16. she can float pieces of buildings and people and herself all at once. she's a hero. she's powerful. she's thoughtful & kind, yet willful and strong. she's the ultimate culmination of the other floatation quirks as well as inko & nana's personalities. but since we were introduced to these three float quirks all out of order, it's difficult to see the exponential power growth that happens each successive generation.

I don't think that ochako's ever going to be a major player in the end of all for one, or even the plot overall, but i think the THEME of ochako being the ultimate floatation hero in the series is a major player in the final story. ochako REPRESENTS the singularity. the generation after ochako will be so strong, perhaps her descendants would be able to negate all gravity in the vicinity, maybe on the planet. who knows! even if ochako isn't related to deku, let's say dechako happens, they have babies. that's a lot of float quirk in one couple! their kids are gonna have no bones! no muscle development because they never have to fight gravity! ochako's existence represents such a huge, yet nearly invisible thematic element of bnha.

tldr: ochako looks exactly like inko and has a cumulative float quirk reminiscent of both inko & nana, and i suspect the parallels between the three is deliberate for some reason. i just think that's neat.

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[Kingsmen 3: The Golden Service] Harry Hart turns "villain"

TL;DR: The Lepidopterist is the *perfect* name for a "colorfull" megalomaniac who's trying to save the world via villainy.

I've allways had a nagging feeling that Colin Firth's Harry Hart is destined to become a villain. Like Valentine and Poppy, our Hart will break.

Why do I think this? Let's start simple:

1) "I always felt that the old Bond films were only as good as the villain. As a child, I rather fancied a future as a colorful megalomaniac."

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Now you could take it as face value veiled metaphor in their cat and mouse game. A game recognize game moment. Though when you look at it from a character angle, it is rather apparent that Galahad is not lying here. Look at the giddy nature in which they both talk about the subject. Almost lost in a moment of childhood nostalgia. Neither man is lying. So if Valentine tried to save the world like his younger self wanted, then it stands to reason that Harry has that childhood dream himself.

Harry even has a flair for the dramatic already. "Manners maketh man" is all about him causing a dignified scene to teach a lesson to all watching. In the Freebird church scene, you can see it BEFORE he starts fighting because of Valentine's machine.

Feels like a simple "I'm going to the bathroom" or "I'm hot and need to breath outside for moment" would have sufficed and gotten him out of there without hassle from the crazy Baptist and he KNEW that but didn't care. Arthur implies this subversiveness in their conversations about choosing candidates. Then there's the *way* in which he kills everyone there. Not just defense or trying to kill quickly but lots of slow, painful, and fucked up deaths. The killing is Valentine but the style is ALL Harry. It's part of the reasons he's disgusted. Not the enjoyment, but the ease with which he turned so gleefully. That slow motion fade in smile in the middle is proof of this. Harry *wanted* to punish those people the same way Valentine did. That's proven by what he says at the start. (Don't blame him either, just character commenting. Fuck those people.) Part of me thinks the Freebird is playing in *HIS* head. He's a bird freed by blood.

2) The Lepidopterist

I know the clip is from Venture Bros but it's meant to show how two "good guys" became bad. Kinda the perfect coincidence. But I digress... it was a shameless plug to #SavetheVentureBros. 😎😙😍

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The hobbyist collecting of insects, fauna/flora, and what-have-yous has looooong been a trope of "colorful megalomaniacs".

Then there's the added bonus that The Lepidopterist sounds like the *perfect* name for a Bond villain.

Butterflies even symbolize death and rebirth and the violence inherent in transforming something for the better.

Is Harry's butterflies a set-up foreshadowing to his coming transformation from "hero" to "villain"?

"I doubt whether I'd work for anyone who drowns their employees. I want to go home. I want my butterfly collection. I want to see Mother."

3) As we know, all the best villains are ones we sympathize with and understand WHY they do what they do. Valentine was trying to solve over-population and save what he could of the species so it wouldn't happen again. Poppy wanted drugs to be legal, partially for vanity reasons but mainly for anger at global government hypocrisies (the same governments which had their heads blown up for trying to kill humanity for their own gain). Wouldn't it fit perfectly for Harry Hart to have seen the horrors inflicted by the world governments and the corruption of not only Statesmen, but his beloved Kingsmen themselves, and say "No more." What's he gonna feel when he finds out Arthur sold the Kingsmen's soul and got him killed? How long has the "shoot the dog" exercise been in practice? Why is trying to drown someone thought of as a reasonable way to help them? Does the rot go to the core? All things any reasonable person would ask after being shot for an organization that was just blown up by a drug dealer.

"When I was shot, can you guess what the last thing was that flashed through my mind? It was absolutely nothing. I had no ties. No bittersweet memories. I was leaving nothing behind. Never experienced companionship, never been in love. And in that moment, all I felt was loneliness and regret."

Who's to say what he would do or the methods he would take, but villains are merely people casting shadows in the way of the light.

4) I put this last because it's more pun than the others and because I only realized it while writing their names out loud. Valentine. Poppy. Hart. A valentine is love, poppies symbolize death, and a heart combines both (a Hart is also the name for an adult male deer over the age of five but I'm not British enough to understand what the fuck that has to do with anything.) There's also Richmond Valentine/Rich Man Love (Rich dude saving the world). Poppy Adams/ Poppy of the Earth (Death of the World). And finally Harry Hart/Harry Heart. An attacking heart. Yeah, that's the old definition of "harry". To harass. (Or Power Ruler of the Five Year Old Male Deer. This isn't an exact science 🙃 ). Honestly, as I write these out, the puns become the hardest piece of proof for me. Brits love a good wordplay foreshadowing.

"... this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning."

AND what else do they have in common? They're all things associated with the color red. And what's red?

BLOOD.

Sorry, couldn't resist the touch of drama. 🤣

P.S. I know it's not really related but I also subscribe to the Poppy is a former Statesmen theory as well.

Making this an even more thematic connection. Good guys gone villain because of shitty situations.

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5) HE'S WEARING AN EYEPATCH!!! How autistic am I that I missed that in my explanation. Eyepatches just seem that normal to me but they're like the ultimate villain accessory. Unless you're a pirate.

6) /u/Bespoke3 pointed out how the one thing keeping this from happening is Eggsy and Harry's relationship, and I contended that it was true. While making an interesting movie, you need a sufficient reason for those two to be on opposite ends of each other. And in rambling through comments, I found it. This is why you write shit outloud:

It's Princess Tilde!

The first movie showed that world leaders would gladly sell their souls to save themselves, Princess Tilde being one of the few exceptions. The second showed that even after those figureheads exploded (see what I did there 🤣), there was still terrible people left in charge making even worse decisions.

What if Harry's plan is to attack all of the "leaders" of the world as a way to show people they have the power to govern themselves. This would put Princess Tilde, and moreso her family, directly in the line of fire and force Eggsy's hand to intervene and choose.

Save the girl or save the world.

7) As /u/baddestmofointhe209 pointed out, Harry *was* shot in the head. That kind of thing does tend to mess with people after the fact. Maybe turning villain isn't such a stretch. Not evil, but morally grey.

8) My wife was telling me about how Colin Firth has allways wanted to play the villain too.

"Whenever you take on playing a villain, he has to cease to be a villain to you. If you judge this man by his time, he's doing very little wrong."

“I’d never rule out a part in Doctor Who or Torchwood – especially Doctor Who, I’d also love to play a villain like Moriarty in Sherlock Holmes."

9) Thanks to some pushback from /u/The-Reddit-Giraffe, I decided to Google Kingsmen 3 rumors and stumbled on this little nugget about it, and specifically the Harry/Eggsy relationship:

"I'm really not allowed to say anything, but there is a script. It's a really neat idea."

Outside of it telling the finale of Eggsy and Harry Hart's story, we don't know all that much about the plot for the third movie.

"People will either freak out in a good way, or freak out in a bad way, but they will freak out," Vaughn teased. "We're literally finishing the script off as I speak – but they go on a journey that, if anyone sees it coming, then I'll give up."

To which I would like to thank YOU. This is why I love being shown how I could be wrong. I can't help but feel like this is EXACTLY what they're talking about. You don't have a script finished that fast if you didn't already know where you were going with the first two.

It HAS to end like this. Now I can't see any other way. Maybe The Rock is the Big Bad they have to team up to stop at the end but I will say with 99% confidence that Harry Hart will turn rogue for the first 2/3 of the movie.

10) This wouldn't be the first time I was right about something like this either.

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